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Your Child Asks To Call Him Dad ~ Jeong Yoonoh

“Why can’t Yoonoh put me to bed tonight instead mummy?”

You didn’t know what to say as your daughter pouted across to you, reluctant to head to bed after spending another evening with Yoonoh at your house spending time with you both. She didn’t want to miss out, she loved spending time with him especially, her eyes looking between the two of you as she waited for a response as to who would tuck her into bed for the night.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look across at Yoonoh, worried that perhaps he had been put in an awkward position. Despite the many months that he had spent with the two of you, there were still little things that he didn’t do, things that he felt only a parent could ever really do.

Putting your daughter to bed was one of those things that he’d never felt he needed to do, each time he stayed around in the evenings you always seemed to have everything under control, but now that she asked, Yoonoh couldn’t help but wonder how that would be.

As you remained silent, he answered for you, offering to take her up, but only if you came with them. Yoonoh didn’t know her routine like you did, but he was definitely willing to learn.

With you hanging back from the two of them, Yoonoh managed to help your daughter brush her teeth, her hair, wash her face and pick out a fresh pair of pyjamas before joining her in her bedroom, sitting down at the end of her bed whilst she slid under the duvet.

The evening played out perfectly, your daughter had a wide smile on her face as Yoonoh helped her out. Her smile wasn’t as big as yours though, Yoonoh was a natural with her, ticking yet another box of yours as you assured yourself that Yoonoh was the perfect partner for you.

“Will you still be here in the morning?” She asked Yoonoh once she was settled.

“Do you want me to be here tomorrow?” He questioned in reply, poking her toes that stuck out at the end of her duvet, “you want to have breakfast together?”

Straight away her head nodded excitedly back at Yoonoh, “you’re much better at breakfast than mummy is, she never puts enough milk in my cereal like you do.”

“I must just know you so well,” Yoonoh laughed back at her, smiling across to you as you stood in the doorway of your daughter’s room, “I’ll have to show mummy what the perfect amount is.”

Your head nodded in agreement with what Yoonoh had to say, “I’ll have to get schooled on how to look after you,” you agreed, bringing yet another giggle out of your daughter.

The dynamic between the three of you was perfect as you continued to settle your daughter down. She was full of energy though, every time that Yoonoh visited she found herself not wanting to sleep, instead wanting to spend as much time with him as possible.

“Do you want me to read you a story before you go to sleep?” Yoonoh offered, trying his best to remember the things that he had heard you tell him that you did with your daughter before. “Maybe you could show me what your favourite story is, and I can read it to you? Although I might not be as good as mummy is at reading.”

“I don’t want a story,” she huffed, pouting across at Yoonoh as he frowned back at her. “Can’t I come back downstairs and watch telly with you and mummy? The music programme will be on soon, but I’m going to miss out on it.”

As your head shook, so did Yoonoh’s not wanting to undermine you. Whatever you wanted for her, he made sure to do the same, knowing that you were the parent in the situation.

It didn’t stop him feeling a little bit bad for her though, as much as she wanted to spend time with him, Yoonoh wanted to spend time with her too. He never imagined that he would get on with your daughter so well when you told him about her, but these days the two of them really did act as if they were the best of friends.

“Maybe we can record it and we can watch a bit of it at breakfast tomorrow morning?”

“I’d like that,” your daughter smiled, “will you tell me about who the people singing are?”

Yoonoh nodded in reply to her, promising that he would tell her all about the idols who performed. Ever since she met Yoonoh, she had found herself falling in love with music, even at such a young age, you could tell what inspired her.

“You’re so nice to me,” she then suddenly told Yoonoh, “the only person nicer than you is mummy.”

“Your mummy is very nice,” Yoonoh agreed, offering you a wide and sincere smile. It was almost as if you weren’t in the room as the two of them chatted to one another, but it was something that you were used to most days now as they caused trouble together.

As the room fell silent, Yoonoh could tell that there was a little something more on your daughter’s mind. The way that she looked at him was unlike she ever had done before, almost as if something was troubling her, on the edge of her lips and ready to say to him, but not quite able to say it, until Yoonoh prompted her.

“Can’t you stay forever and just be my dad?”

Neither of you expected it, with intakes of breath coming from you both. Her eyes looked between you both, not quite sure what it was that she had done so bad to get such a reaction from you both.

“You always take care of me Yoonoh and you make mummy happy to,” she explained to him when the two of you didn’t speak. “You’ve been here with us forever, and you always say how you’re not going to go anywhere and abandon us.”

“Is that really what you want Y/D/N?”

Her head nodded straight away as Yoonoh asked the question, with her mind already made up. As his eyes looked to you, you stepped away, wanting it to be a decision that he made, happy with whatever the two of them chose together.

“If you want me to be your dad, I will,” he smiled back across to her.

Straight away she launched herself forward and wrapped her arms around Yoonoh’s broad frame, “there’s no one else in the world that I want to be my dad Yoonoh.”

“Are you absolutely sure?” Yoonoh asked as he held onto her. “You don’t feel as if you have to ask me to be your dad, do you? You’re doing this because it’s what you want Y/D/N, not what anyone else wants.”

“I promise,” she giggled, squeezing onto Yoonoh a little bit tighter, “I want to have a daddy who looks after me, and that’s what you do perfectly.”

Your smile was wide as you watched the two of them share their moment together. It didn’t take long though for Yoonoh to look across to you. “Shall we invite mummy to join our hug?” He asked your daughter.

“I suppose so,” she joked, looking up to watch you walk across the room, making space for you on the edge of the bed too to join their hug.

As soon as you did, you met Yoonoh’s eyes. “Are you happy?” He asked you as he wrapped his arm tightly around your frame to hold onto you too.

“I’m happy, as long as Y/D/N’s happy,” you responded.

“Mummy! Don’t worry, I’m very happy!”

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For all the Jae lovers :)

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[writemekpop]

Bad Girl | Jung Jaehyun

Summary: Jung Jaehyun is the first guy you’ve ever met who isn’t attracted to you. You’re determined to seduce him. 

Genre: Enemies to lovers AU

Word Count: 1.5k

As you walked into the first play rehearsal, you felt your heart stutter. 

A painfully hot guy was standing by the cast-only coffee table. He was tall, statuesque, in a long black coat and glasses. His chest strained at the fabric of his white shirt, as if his stiff body couldn’t be contained.   

"Hey, you must be Jung Jaehyun," you said, looking up at him through your lashes. Now, you just had to wait for him to start drooling - guys couldn't resist you. 

"Afternoon," Jaehyun said. He barely glanced at you. Was he gay or something? "Thank goodness you're here, we're out of tea." 

You blinked. "Sorry…I’m your co-lead? I play Margot Warner, your character's wife?" 

He stretched out his hand to shake yours, stiffly. "Apologies - I thought you were the coffee girl." 

Damn it, even his cold stare of indifference was sexy.  

"Let’s start with the argument scene," the director said. 

You and Jaehyun took centre stage. "Does my gaze make you feel nothing?" you breathed, looking into his eyes. "My touch?" You twined your fingers in his heavenly soft hair. "My kiss?" 

Standing on your tiptoes, you squeezed a kiss to his lips. They were cool as marble. 

Jaehyun stared into your eyes. Now, overcome with desire, his character was meant to tear the buttons off your shirt and pull you close, just as the lights dimmed. 

But Jaehyun stepped away from you. "Time out!" He sighed. "I just cannot understand what my character sees in hers. Why does he suddenly give in?" 

The director nodded. "He’s right. We need some chemistry here, guys! This is… PG-13 at best.” 

Jaehyun looked at you. "Listen, you may have never seduced a man, but you are going to have to pretend. That is of course, what actors do." 

You could just strangle him. Never seduced a man?  Jaehyun thought he was so much better than you, with his stupid little theatre degree from Harvard. 

You didn’t need a fancy degree to be a good actor. Plus, you could eat Harvard boys for breakfast - and you had. You’d tasted half the football team, in fact. 

Four hours later, you still hadn’t got the scene. 

The director looked like he'd had enough. "Sort out the chemistry by tomorrow, or I’m firing one of you. Which one do you think I should fire?" 

"Him!" you said, at the same time as Jaehyun snapped, 'Her!" 

You stormed up the stairs of the auditorium to get your bag from one the seats. Chemistry problem. Bullshit. That was like saying Albert Einstein had an intelligence problem. 

"Where do you think you're going?" Jaehyun said. 

A tiny shiver ran down your spine. 

"Are you really going to give up on the scene that easily?" Jaehyun taunted. "I've seen chihuahas with longer attention spans." 

"It’s tough acting against a brick wall," you shot back. 

Jaehyun shuddered. "If I have to teach you how to act, I will. Come here."

You walked over to him. 

"Margot is trying to seduce her husband. Your acting is too unidimensional!" 

"Uni-what?" you said. 

"Obvious! You're playing it too obvious," Jaehyun said. "I can see why that would be a problem for you. The whole Barbie thing usually does the trick with men, doesn't it? With your tight dresses and your… long legs. " He glanced at your body, and quickly looked away. But you’d noticed.   

You smirked. "So you think I'm hot." 

Jaehyun scoffed. "What I'm saying is, you need to play the role with your whole body. Subtle - yet hair-raising." He grabbed your script. "I'll try Margot. Watch and learn." 

Jaehyun stepped towards you. 

On the surface, nothing had changed. But Jaehyun was a different man. His face was flushed, his breaths shaky. His eyes kept flashing to your lips, like it took everything in him not to kiss you. 

"Does my gaze make you feel nothing?" he said quietly, his black eyes searching yours. "My touch?" He twined his fingers in your hair, and you couldn't hide the sound of your breath catching.

Every inch of your skin was alive.

"My kiss?" 

Jaehyun kissed you. His lips were so much gentler than you'd expected. You knew it was just acting, but Jaehyun seemed so into you it made him nervous. His whole body trembled with desire. 

You pulled back, struggling to catch your breath. That kiss was hair-raising.  

Something told you Jaehyun wasn't that good an actor. 

Jaehyun pulled back, his face flushed, a pink cloud of lipstick rimming his mouth. He was biting his plump lips, almost as if he was fighting a smile. "Clear?" 

You smiled. "You've forgotten the end of the scene."

An unreadable expression flashed over Jaehyun’s face. 

“How did it end again?” he murmured, his eyes fixed on yours. 

Your eyes fell to Jaehyun’s lips. “Margot and Lewis find the time to… reconnect.” Your fingers found the opening of Jaehyun’s shirt. “To get to know each other again.” 

Jaehyun gulped. “I thought they hated each other.” You started unbuttoning Jaehyun’s shirt, one button at a time. He shivered under your touch. “Hate and love aren’t as different as you think,” you said. 

You abandoned Jaehyun’s shirt on the seats. His body belonged in an art gallery, a sculptor’s impression of the perfect man. Only, Jaehyun was not still and cold anymore. His chest was rising and falling, his flesh hot. 

“This doesn’t mean I’m giving in,” Jaehyun said. “I still abhor you.” 

“And I still don’t give a damn what abhor means,” you said, smirking. Jaehyun hoisted your leg up against his hip. His lips met yours now, hungrily, no script to lead the way. 

On the couch in Jaehyun's big New York apartment, you smirked down at him, stroking his chest. "How was that for seducing a man?" 

"Excellent work," Jaehyun said in mock-seriousness, trying not to look ridiculous despite still panting. "Highly commendable." 

“You know…” you said, nuzzling into his chest, “if you were so into me, why did you act like a jerk?” “I’m married,” he said.

 You felt a pang of disappointment.   

“Divorced, to be precise,” Jaehyun continued. “Eight years. She was my… my first.” He spoke into your hair now. “I didn’t know what to do with the way I felt about you. I know I’m just a fling to you, but-“ “You’re not,” you said, moving to meet his eyes. He was gnawing at his plump lip, and you smoothed your finger over it, stopping him. “The way I felt last night… let’s just say I don’t get that a lot.” Your voice dropped. “Or ever.” “Are you saying I’m the best you’ve ever had?” Jaehyun said, turning you around so he was hovering over you, wearing a smug smirk.

“You’re gonna have to work a lot harder to earn that title…” you said, fixing your fingers in his hair. 

-- 

The next day, when you returned to rehearsal, something had changed. “You- um, you first,” Jaehyun said, gesturing to the coffee pot. 

“No, really, you,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck. You had no idea how to act professionally now. Should you touch Jaehyun? Smile at him? Ignore him completely?  

You both broke out into laughter.  

When it came to that scene, however, you and Jaehyun fought the urge to rush to the end.  

"Does my gaze make you feel nothing - my touch - my kiss, blah blah blah..." you mumbled, then pulled Jaehyun towards you in a kiss that made you weak in the knees. 

A lot of the director’s throat-clearing later, Jaehyun finally prised you off him, and you stood next to each other. The spotlights were a little blurry – or was that your eyes?  

The director started a slow clap, his mouth ajar. 

"Will these two set the house on fire? I think so!" He walked towards you, lowering his voice. "But really, how did you do it? What's the secret?"

You grinned at Jaehyun. "We were just acting. That is, of course, what actors do." 

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Stress No More

and you're my centre, you keep me tethered

PAIRING: jung jaehyun x reader

GENRE: stress relief

WORD COUNT: 1.6k+ words

WARNINGS: consensual somnophilia, sub space, daddy kink

SYNOPSIS: Stressed because of work, CEO Jaehyun seeks the comfort of his wife. So when he finally clocks out of work, he didn’t waste any time to quickly drive and get home.

A/N: this was a revised version of one of my fics months ago. thought I had to at least post something as a compensation of my long overdue series. forgive me for the typos, grammatical errors-- yadda yadda yadda. enjoy reading! share your thoughts?

Jaehyun sighs as he starts to clean up his desk and gather his things. Fashion week just finished and the whole company had been busier than ever. As the CEO, it’s his responsibility to make sure everything falls into the right place with no flaws and show a much better performance than other brands do.  Utmost success doesn’t just come immediately, it demands sleepless nights and burned out minds. Responsibilities as the owner of his own company requires him to spend most of his time signing papers, going over proposals and designs, visiting and participating in the outside works himself, and many more.

Guilt fills Jaehyun’s body when he sees the texts you had sent him earlier, he scolds himself for not replying to you not even once despite clearly, it was his work that had hold him back and made it quite impossible for him to check his phone, especially during meetings. Turning his heels, Jaehyun quickens his pace, urge of going home burns inside him as seconds passes by.

The moment he arrives, he calls out your name softly, announcing his arrival. A couple more and he is yet to receive a response. Oftentimes, when you are free from the shackles of your own job, you like relaxing at the patio, chewing on your strawberry cheesecake all the while laughing at whatever film you’ve decided to watch—or there are times where Jaehyun finds you in your shared bedroom, playing on your phone or taking a nap. After going to the patio first and sees no sight of your figure, Jaehyun opted to head to the second in ranking of your favorite places.

There he finds his lovely wife all sprawled out on the bed, sleeping peacefully with your black silk nightgown that he loves so much. A smile of adoration appears on Jaehyun’s face, walking towards your peaceful sleeping figure while taking off his coat and tie. He settles his things on the table not far from the bed, resting his knee on the mattress and takes in the sight.

Jaehyun feels his breath hitch at the look of your exposed collarbones and thighs. Like a cue, one of your talks prior the busy weeks pricks Jaehyun’s mind. In that very conversation, you had mentioned about wanting to give somnophilia a try. Jaehyun was clueless back then that an explanation was needed. Being the gentleman that he is, Jaehyun expresses worry over the procedure and said that having sex requires verbal consent, he doesn’t want to disrespect the only woman he loves other than his mother. It took quite a few convincing and batting your eyelashes before he agreed.

Cheerfully, you assured him that he have your consent of touching you anytime, anywhere—conscious or unconscious. There are words you’ve established to signal any discomfort or want to stop the actions anyways. Too caught up with work, you didn’t have time to try it. But Jaehyun thinks that this might be the right time.

He plants a soft kiss on your forehead, caressing your cheeks, as he stares at you lovingly for a minute. Jaehyun tugs the hem of your nightgown upwards, there lies the flimsy fabric barely covering the plum cheeks of your pussy. He feels his pants get tighter.

Parting your legs slowly, Jaehyun thinks it’s pathetic to torture himself like this. The thin fabric doesn’t do much of covering what is between those legs, partially showing your clit. He curses under his breath, reaching down to unbuckle his belt to let his hard cock breathe some air, eyes never leaving your cunt.

Jaehyun settles comfortable in the middle while unbuttoning his shirt. He wets his lip as he parts the pussy lips with his thumbs and diving into the pool of sweetness. Jaehyun must’ve saved the world in his previous life to be rewarded by this delicacy. Sliding his tongue in, from the hole to the clit, tasting his wife’s arousal. He closes his eyes as he gets lost to the sweet wetness, licking and sucking on the clit, hungry for more. He looks up to watch your face without stopping the work of his tongue, he can see the calm breathing as it turns heavy and the peaceful face changes into a confused frown.

Your husband observes you, dipping his wet muscle inside the tight warm hole completely. Ghosts in your house would think he’s the one getting eaten out by how he moans and hums at your taste. He flattens his tongue and licks up to the clit, letting his middle finger enter the warm cave, flicking his tongue lightly at your button of pleasure.

Soon, three fingers are already inside and your pussy is now all puffy from all the sucking and licking. He pulls away and stares at how his digits move in and out of your soaping cunt. Letting a muted moan, stirring a bit, Jaehyun chuckles lowly when your legs spreads wider as if to give him more access. Even in deep slumber, you wouldn’t hesitate to offer yourself to him.

Jaehyun presses a kiss on your clit before pulling out his fingers, taking off his pants and boxers. He strokes his cock at the delicious sight of his pliant wife. God, he is certain he’ll come anytime soon just by looking at you, so fucking rewarding after all the stress he had gone through since morning. Without wasting any time, Jaehyun hovers over you, hands beside each side of the your head to hold himself up as he slowly penetrates your soaked hole. Jay lets out a long moan. You feels so good, so warm, so tight.

His thrusts becomes rough and fast almost immediately, not even bothering to lower down his moans and slow down for his wife. You like it like this. The way his cock rubs the insides of your walls is so enticing that you were pulled out from your dream, fluttering your eyes open as the feeling of being full registers in your brain. Whimpering at your husband’s appearance, sweat peeks at Jaehyun’s shoulders, his mouth and chin wet. You are not dumb to be unaware of what just took place, not dumb to know that it’s your wetness that lies on his face, not dumb to realize that what you thought is a wet dream is indeed happening. Fina-fucking -ly.

“Oh, daddy.” You whimpers, hands shooting up to grip on your husband’s biceps, hips bucking up to meet the purposeful thrusts. Jaehyun opens his eyes and sees the pleasure in his now awake wife. He leans down to finally have a taste of the mouth he had been craving ever since this morning, wrapping his arms around you to feel the warmth that he had been seeking after all the stress work had given him.

Picking up his pace, Jaehyun orders you to hold on to him, whispering filthy shits against your ears, knowing how it pushes you to the edge even more. With his wife’s beautiful noises and the clenching of your pussy in his cock, Jaehyun feels himself getting close. He used to last longer than you, but due to the pleasuring clenches of your walls and the beautiful sight of you falling apart in his arms, it’s embarrassing to say that he can cum in just a few minutes.

“Fuck baby, you’re bulging.” Jaehyun looks at your stomach stretching up whenever he thrusts in, the shape of his cock making an appearance. He presses a hand at that very part and starts to pounce roughly, wanting to feel how big his cock inside your small hole.

Sobbing at the merciful thrusts, you tighten your arms around his neck. He feels so so big that you could feel him almost literally breaking you into two. Jaehyun leans back to sit up, placing his hands on his your waist as he fastens his pace, giving you more than what you can take. Your arms goes everywhere, not knowing where to place them, you need to grip on something.

Jaehyun groans when your hands proceeds to grab the big teddy bear on the side of your bed, giving the illusion of innocence with how you’re crying and hugging the stuffed toy like a bullied little kid. Jaehyun puts both of your legs on his shoulders to thrust deeper and harder, You can’t do anything but to scream about how good Jaehyun is making you feel. The complaints from the neighbors are definitely guaranteed.

“Daddy daddy— gonna c-cum— ‘m gonna cum— daddy cum!” You thrashes underneath him and starts to clench on his girthy cock. You want to come so bad, fuck. Your tummy tightens as you discard the stuffed toy to the side and makes grabby hands to your husband. Immediately, Jaehyun complies and leans down, letting you wrap your arms around his neck once again as he whispers encouragement to your ears.

“Come for me, baby. Come on princess, show daddy how good you are for him.” With a few more strokes, you are clamping down hard on his cock and Jaehyun is thrusting uncontrollably. His cum mixes with yours as Jaehyun moves slowly, riding out your high. Once you’ve come down from your climax, he pulls out of you carefully and grabs a towel on your bed side and starts to clean up the mess made by the both of you. Your hand prevents him from going to the bathroom, “Where are you going?” Gosh, those teary eyes—will anyone blame him if his flaccid dick gets hard again by the mere doe eyes?

“To the bathroom, I’ll prepare our bath.” You shake your head.

“No?” Tugging Jaehyun to lay beside you. Your husband only lets it be as you puts his arm around you and buries your face in the crook of his neck.

“We have all the time to do that, let’s just rest for now.” You sleepily say, yawning.

Just a few more days. A few more days and you will be consistently woken up with him fucking you dumb, just like what you had always begged him to do. Jaehyun smirks, a few more days.

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐞

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fluff; wc: 814.

Jung Jaehyun x fem reader!; fluff fluff; established relationship and skinship; tw: none.

Song recommendation: Perfume — Nct DoJaeJung (Perfume)

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—You’re definitely not being sneaky about this babe… — You said as you delicately caressed Jaehyun’s face; whose body was hugging you from behind, arms firmly wrapped around your waist while his pouty face decided to stay on your shoulder; pressing feather like kisses every now and then because your dress exposed the area but mostly, because it was a signal that he wanted to leave, now.

It was his own exhibition and he wanted to leave, but deep down, you understood why. No one was really interested in Jaehyun’s effort in creating these beautiful scents and compiling them into a collection of perfumes; everyone was just gossiping about his fortune, his family and now, you. Of course, if this was any other person, you would be annoyed; upset, almost. But these were the strangers that your fiancée had to face everyday and if you wanted to be by his side, even in the worst times, words that seeped poison never got through you.  

—Did you know… —Jaehyun whispered in your ear, your touch was magical to his demeanor, even he got surprised every time about how at peace it made him feel. But there was something in his tone, that playfulness and intimacy that sent an electric shock through your veins and made your cheeks feel hotter. — that his hotel has an indoor pool, love?

—A p-pool? — You stuttered when you met his eyes; your faces were inches apart and you could feel his hot breath every single time he pronounced a word and then, there was that smile.

His eyes forming crescent moons and his dimples displaying themselves only for you, whenever he did that, he knew he had won you over. And this time, it was no different. As neither of you excused yourselves and just started to wander around the luxurious hotel, hand in hand; heels abandoned somewhere and tuxedo too. Laughter filled the air again as you started to compare your hand sizes, winner got a granted wish and that winner was obviously Jaehyun; who started stealing pecks every time you wanted to talk back and then had the nerve to act innocently. But it was moments like these where the world was just the two of you, where you could fight for whatever together and win. It was moments like these that made you fall in love even more with him, if that was possible.

—We’re here!

Somehow, you two really wandered into a beautiful indoor pool, even thought the lights were turned off; the pool was lit from within, almost inviting you to jump right in. The sight was magical: Ypu, Jaehyun and no formalities to act to, so you nodded softly and before you could even respond, he carried you, bridal style; like it was nothing, as your gazes locked with each other, you finally smiled in rendition and you both jumped into the pool. Warmth water receiving both of your still intertwined bodies and when you got to the surface, you saw that genuine grin again. Jaehyun was radiating with happiness as he started to talk about new projects with you and how many dogs would you have, spinning both of your bodies like you were dancing in an imaginary ballroom. You wish more people could see these side of him, but people only let themselves see what they truly want to see. As you bantered for a bit between 4 or 2 dogs, Jaehyun halted his speech and stared at you for a moment. — I really can’t wait to spend forever with you.

—Me too…— You pecked his nose, earning a huff from him and he took action immediately, cradling your face and kissing you, taking his time and savoring your strawberry scented lip gloss while ruining at the same time; it was a kiss full of love and care, there was no rush, no clashing; just your lips dancing at a slow pace that you both enjoyed. Then, when both of your bodies pleaded for some air, the two of you separated with flushed faces and racing heartbeats, still, when looking at each other, you shared a shy giggle before returning to each other’s arms. Him swaying your bodies in the water slowly, as you rested your head on his shoulder and he adjusted his on top of yours, whispering a soft melody that only the two of you knew.

There was nothing in the world, that felt more like home, that being in each other’s embrace. No matter if you were talking about how many starts there were in the sky or which color your house will be, as long as you two could feel each other’s warmth seeping through your arms and hands, longing to be together; your hearts remained the same as they fell in love for the first time, and that thought, was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever known.

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Ah coming back and to write about my bias ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚

I know this one probably fell on the shorter side but believe me when I say I'm so happy to just be back and writing again that my i almost filled a whole notebook with ideas-

Thank you for all the love on my recent works and all the sweet comments, likes and reblogs! It makes me really happy and motivated to create even greater fics ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚♡

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enchanted

genre: regency!au (with some tweaks ofc), (not so)enemies-to-lovers!au, viscount!Jaehyun (kind of slowburn, hurt/comfort elements?, angst? mutual pining, reader is an oldest daughter guys)  pairing/s: Jaehyun / Reader (ft Yuta, Johnny & other ocs) 

word count: 23k+ (guys. be fr its me we’re talking abt here)  tw: reader and jh both have a tense rs w their parents? brief mentions of a parent’s death (not reader/jh’s), reader doesn’t exactly look after herself very well, lmk if I missed out on anything! summary: in a world where marriage is nothing more than an economic proposition, and where a person is no more than what they can offer, you and Jaehyun rediscover what it means to be with each other, in the very essence of the word

a/n: this is really funny cause... so far the fics i have for my ‘tswift for the neos’ discourse are all johnjae.... life is like that, i guess. anyway. 3rd installment! this was a LONG time coming and i rly hope u guys enjoy it! took me a while to get back into the rhythm of writing so thank u all for bearing w my radio silence HAHHA this is based off of enchanted and gold rush (and any other easter eggs you find hehe- i’d love to hear if it reminds u of other tswift songs), reblogs are VERY appreciated!! happy reading loveys~  read this on ao3

You ached for rest. Not the kind that sleep guaranteed, no. This rest you ached for felt much deeper, much further from reach. Much like a stranger you wished to know. 

“Do you remember what we discussed?” 

Each inhale of yours didn’t seem to satisfy the ache in your chest, feeling as though your ribs were caving in, unsure if it was anxiety or the carriage or your clothing that was making you taste your last meal, and even that seemed like it was ages ago. 

“Your posture,” the whisper of your mother brought some of your awareness back to the question she’d asked.

What did you discuss? 

You tried to dismiss the impending feeling of doom that grew stronger as you noticed your surroundings, the carriage all of a sudden seeming to be moving too quickly, your grip on your gloves tightening as you tried to recall what your mother was trying to remind you of. 

Right.

Be obedient. The carriage rounded the corner, jolting you from the familiar bump in the road. Don’t immediately launch into literary discourses out of panic. Your mother took your gloves out of your weak grip, slipping them onto your hands with an assertiveness that shoved you further into your seat, resisting the urge to shiver at the feeling of her cold hands on your skin. Have good manners. You could now recognise the music echoing from the building, a piece you were sure you’d heard your sister play before. Mind your facial expression. Along with the sound of music, the chatter and giggles intensified. Don’t scribble funny names onto your dance card. You thought about your little sister at home, probably sitting by the window reading a book from your father’s library as she waited for you to return home. You thought about your father who was in his study doing God knows what. As if like a trigger, a wave of clarity washed over you; you’d suddenly felt unfortunately sober. 

Find a marriage partner. 

“There will be many eligible suitors present. After all, it’s the first ball of the season,” she spoke, more for herself than for you. 

You were treating this like a game of sorts, anything to make the process feel more distant from you. You needed to go in, find someone who had status, money and could offer protection to your family, and play your part to see it through for the rest of your life. Sure, it could be seen as a game. A very long, tedious game.  

“Right,” you swallowed, still feeling as though you could hurl at any given moment, though your mother would’ve never sensed your inner turmoil. You’d become somewhat of an expert at masking it. Perhaps it was all the times you heard your parents telling you to ‘use your words’; you’d become all-too-familiar with manipulating them as you pleased. 

The carriage came to an abrupt halt, your mother already preparing to alight as you followed behind her. Taking in a deep breath of (rather fresh smelling) air, you wondered momentarily if that was all you needed, feeling much better than you did in the carriage as you followed your mother up to the entrance of the ball. 

You’d barely paid attention to your name and your mother’s being announced to the room upon your entrance, hyper aware of the attendees and trying your best to suppress your discomfort, hoping you could somehow mentally dissuade them from approaching you for a dance, though you knew you would never let yourself allow that. You had more pressing issues at hand. 

Your relief from the fresh air was short lived. A stocky middle aged man who, according to your mother, owned an extravagant amount of land and had just gotten out of his second marriage, actively looking for a third. 

Masking your discomfort, once again, you’d complied when the man had asked for a dance (though it wasn’t like you had a choice, your dance card bare as ever). Though you didn’t remember what you talked about as you danced, you were too focused on counting your steps to distract from his lack of teeth and the damp warmth that sank into your clothes where his hand was placed. 

“Do you do much sewing?”

“A fair amount,” you grunted, feeling out of breath from supporting his weight with how much he was leaning into you while dancing. Sewing surely didn’t give you enough strength for this. 

“That is good. It would help to dedicate yourself to such productive activities. You could contribute much more to the household with that, compared to all the folly of reading or academic learning. Unnecessary, in my opinion, when I am more than sufficiently equipped in that area.”

You couldn’t help your blank stare, hoping your tired sigh wasn’t obvious as you nodded with a hum. 

“Is that so?” 

The man let out a grunt, seeming to think you were speaking sarcastically, “A woman like you should use your beauty to your advantage. It is your crowning glory.” 

You forced out a smile, telling yourself to take his words as flattery even though you were desperate for this dance to end. 

The truth of the matter was this: you were made to do all sorts of things at the start of your day, things that were considered ‘productive’ and would aid in attracting a husband. Needlework, dancing, singing, drawing… but when the afternoon came around you were free to do your other ‘less productive’ activities. 

You chose reading, naps and the occasional letter writing. These pastimes were the only form of rest you were accustomed to, though you would always end up somewhat unsatisfied, feeling as though these forms of resting didn’t satisfy the desire for rest. Perhaps it was like a writer trying to find the right word for a situation and ending up settling for one with the most similarity—it still wasn’t the right word, but there was always a thought that perhaps you were looking for one with an entirely different meaning. 

Sewing? You found it all too troublesome and required all the patience that you didn’t have, leaving it for those few hours in the morning that were dedicated to building up your ‘accomplishments’. But were you proficient at it? To answer simply, you were proficient to the extent that you felt it was necessary to attract a marriage partner. 

Your promise to your mother not to write random names on your dance card was growing less and less serious with each forced smile you let out to acknowledge the man’s strong beliefs. 

It was by your (you weren’t sure, actually, it seemed as though you’d danced more this night than in your entire lifetime) dance that you were starting to feel lightheaded, stepping aside to find your mother for a drink. It was as your dance partner led you back to your mother that your eyes couldn’t seem to help themselves, constantly glancing at the dance card hanging from your wrist, the empty spaces and the little pencil dangling from it simply calling out to you to put them to good use. 

You only had about four spaces left on your card— thank goodness for that, you didn’t think you’d be able to last any longer. Your fingers fiddled with the little pencil as you walked, careful to keep your fidgeting out of sight, overhearing giggles and murmurs about a certain viscount that was rumoured to be attending tonight’s ball. 

Viscount Jung? You almost scoffed at the way they seemed as if they were talking about the Queen. Whoever he was, it was absolutely tempting you, the offer of his name that was as easily tossed around as it could be written down on your silly card. 

“He’s gorgeous , you’ll have to take my word for it. Beautiful features and physique. I saw him once when he came to my estate for a meeting with my husband. He’s an architect, and a very skilled one at that.” 

You purse your lips, already concocting various images in your head of what he looked like. Tall? Amicable? Perhaps he had a nice smile, you always found that to be rather charming. Perhaps his movements were slow yet precise, his moves carrying the same kind of regal elegance of the buildings he designed.  

“Well, I would think he has potential marriage partners lining up for him if that’s the case, hmm?” you heard, almost nodding in agreement. 

As you scanned the room, you pursed your lips at the mental image you got of how any of these girls would behave if the tall, handsome architect you pictured in your brain were to show any attempt of courting them. Maybe not even to the extent of courting… perhaps just a passing glance, a brush of his hand against yours, to feel his imposing presence just like a Midas touch as he walked past. 

You let yourself wonder, just for a moment, if he would ask to be introduced to you, if you would find his personality charming while you danced, if he would take a liking to you and engage in more than just superficial conversation on your accomplishments, how you would feel to be at the receiving end of attention that was not unwanted for once. 

Though it was short lived, your mind had taken the liberty of playing the rest of the sequence of events—your mother’s meddling, heightened tension between you and her because of said meddling—you cut the daydream-turned-nightmare off before you made yourself bitter for no good reason. 

You were already getting too invested in this conversation, the image and elaborate backstory you’d created for him in your head. But it wasn’t exactly your fault, there was hardly any real entertainment to be found here. You held your dance card open as much as you could without going noticed, beginning to write the usual names you fell-back on when you grew tired of dancing.   

“It’s near impossible to catch his attention, though,” you tuned-in to the conversation between the two mothers from before, “he wouldn’t even spare a glance at anything other than his sketches when he was visiting my home. I’d assume one would have to be nothing short of perfect to even get noticed by someone of his calibre. I can’t imagine he would settle for anything less.” 

“Do you think he's coming tonight?”

“I heard he responded with his attendance, but Lord, have mercy on our daughters… I doubt he’d even cast a passing sigh their way,” you heard one of the chaperones sigh, shaking her head. 

“What’s his name again?” 

You tapped your pencil against the inside of your fingers absently, frustrated at the way your mind was blanking as you tried to recall another name you could use to fill the last empty space in your dance card. 

“Viscount Jung Jaehyun.” 

You hummed. Jung Jaehyun . You figured it was a safe bet, it wasn’t as if he’d actually ask you to dance. 

You worked quickly in scribbling his name, along with many others you usually fell back on, onto the paper. The feeling of pencil against paper had never been as satisfying as it did now as your feet ached, clothes felt uncomfortable against your skin and throat feeling dry as sand. 

Unfortunately for you, that victory didn’t seem to last very long. 

“My dear, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you,” your mother cooed once you’d reached her, her tone making you feel as though you’d just been cued to say your next line. 

You shot her a look, putting on a friendly smile as you greeted the people she was with, a few women you definitely did not recognise and a man with a very charming smile, clothes and jewellery that looked like he definitely lived… comfortably . 

You were introduced to this man, addressed as Mr Nakamoto, a young-looking man who was supposedly from a reputable family from overseas, back from his travels around Europe. All of which was unimportant to your mother, of course, who simply hinted that he had money and was looking for a wife, the only things she claimed you should be caring about. 

Perhaps that was true. Contrary to how it seemed, you were a lot more targeted in your search for a marriage partner. If you sifted through your mental list of men you’d danced with thus far into the night, your best potential marriage partner was either Mr Nakamoto (from what you were hearing), or the widower Baron who told you your silence was pleasing to him. 

“Would you do me the honour of a dance?” He smiled, already extending a hand to reach for your dance card. In your panic, you withdrew your hand just slightly, only having it snatched away again by your mother, whose eyes zeroed in on the newly-added names. 

You didn’t have time to react before the woman standing next to her had peered over as well, practically exclaiming with delight, “Oh! The viscount has asked you to dance? How fortunate! You must not dawdle, then.” 

Your eyes widened, about to protest with some reason you hadn’t quite thought up yet, using that split second to contemplate the repercussions and how willing you were to deal with them if you were to confess that it was a fake name. That is, until your gaze landed on the man currently being led (or pushed) towards you. 

Barely being able to protest before the both of you had been abandoned on the dance floor, the man looking nothing but irritable as he glared at you. You were assuming this was the man who was the centre of all the hushed giggles and gossip of tonight. 

The image you had in your head of the mysterious Viscount Jung was almost instantly shattered and made new again, as if the previous image had never existed and this was the only one that could ever exist. How, for some reason, it made sense . 

“This would all make sense if you let me explain,” you blurted out, seeing him quirk an eyebrow at you. Even his eyebrows were pretty. 

He let out a huff at your expression, wondering how you could still seem so unremorseful after causing him such inconvenience . The last thing Jaehyun wanted here was for people to assume he was actually interested in somebody. 

“You owe me an explanation, regardless,” the man’s voice had shocked you. 

Deep and smooth, capable of lulling you into a trance if you weren’t already so on edge, even if his tone was curt and dripping with annoyance, “You’ve somehow managed to get the whole room staring at us.” 

He let his gaze flicker briefly over the necklace you were wearing, back to your mother who was standing at the side looking on with evident disdain. Delicate looking Amethysts decorating your neck made Jaehyun wonder where you’d gotten them from. He only recalled Rubies to be quite popular among the girls in the other towns, according to his closest friend Johnny. 

As if reminded of where you were, you tried to ignore the stares as you reached a hand up to his shoulder, swallowing the gasp that almost escaped at the feeling of his hand going to your back, tensing up visibly as your brain processed the music playing. 

He let out a sigh as the both of you began to dance. It would’ve been an amusing sight if you were someone else looking on, both of you clearly not wishing to dance yet being whisked along to the upbeat tempo of the music, executing the dizzying choreography with what could only be described as trained movements. 

A hint of a smile graced his features, though it definitely wasn’t directed at you. 

“Anytime before my death, please,” he spoke, seeming to find his little joke amusing from the little huff of laughter he struggled to contain. 

You scoffed, for some reason not feeling as inclined to offer him the same grace you would your other dance partners. Rolling your shoulders back, you kept your stare steady and refused to look down, lest he think he succeeded in making you feel small. 

“That’s not a lot of time,” you quipped back, “Besides, your sour attitude is what will earn you an early death, if anything,” you muttered, audible enough for him to hear. 

“Yours isn’t any better, in case you haven’t realised,” he huffed, eyebrows furrowing slightly in disdain. 

“You don’t know me,” you huffed. 

“And neither do you,” he was quick to reply, earning a sigh from you. 

“Look, I wouldn’t be dancing with you if I had a choice,” you scoffed, figuring he was at least mildly offended from the way his eyes seemed to widen just momentarily. 

“Oh, but you had a choice in writing my name on your dance card, didn’t you?” He bit back with a sarcastic smile, making you suck in a breath. That was definitely caused by your annoyance, not the dimples on his cheeks that you noticed with his smile.  

“Just so we’re clear, I wouldn’t be dancing with someone as ill-mannered and arrogant as you either. Or dancing at all, for that matter. You’ve somehow seemed to spoil both of those outcomes,” he drawled, a wistful sigh that he masked with a soft smile. 

Almost like a child, you’d wanted to mutter something about how you weren’t ill-mannered, but you figured what you’d shown him thus far wouldn’t exactly help your case in proving that. 

You could hear girls swooning as you passed them. 

“And you had the choice to show up to the ball, did you not? What did you think was going to happen here if not dancing? Did you think we’d have a canvas laid out for you to do some drawing?” 

You struggled to maintain your gently pleased expression, finding your words to be quite amusing. Judging from the genuine huff of laughter you’d let out, to anyone else you two would’ve seemed to be really hitting it off. 

“We could spend the entire night airing out our… grievances ,” he sighed, “but you still haven’t explained how we have ended up like this.” 

You closed your eyes just briefly enough to roll them, opening them to see his jaw clenched as he glared at you. 

The sigh he breathed out in annoyance succeeded in drawing your attention to your proximity. Only then noticing how differently you felt dancing with him than you did with your previous dance partners who felt as though they would collapse on you at any given moment. Somehow, the viscount felt steadier, making you unconsciously lean into him as you danced. Almost like your body recognised its ability to be dependent in this moment, no matter how minuscule the moment was. Like muscle memory. 

Lifting your gaze up to his face, you tried not to let it linger for too long on his lips, their colour reminding you of a rose and hinted at the softness of a rose petal. Feeling the tap of his fingers against your back was what nudged your gaze to his eyes, understanding a little better why the gossip about him usually involved the word ‘beautiful’. 

“I might be able to die and resurrect before you start explaining—” 

“If I must explain,” you cut him off, earning a huff from him, “I usually write fake names on my dance card because eighteen dances are simply eighteen-too-many bouts of dancing with strange old men. Your name just happened to grace my ears when I was doing so.” 

Jaehyun huffed, “And what did you think was going to happen here if not dancing?” He repeated your words back to you with an all-too-smug tone. 

You let out a deep sigh, funnily enough, almost stumbling but feeling his hand on your back keep you standing upright. 

He did have a point (as annoying as his execution was) but you weren’t going to admit it, of course. It was much more than just ‘dancing’. What happened in these balls could very well determine the future of yourself, your family and your unborn children, as you’ve been so generously reminded time and time again. 

It was as if your mother was in your head, telepathically communicating these reminders to you whenever you were on the brink of letting yourself enjoy what you were doing. You had a responsibility to fulfil as the oldest daughter of your family. Him, however? To be able to waltz in here and expect to leave without dancing and know no one would bat an eye? 

You huffed, fixing your gaze on the space between his eyebrows just so you could look as though you were deeply attentive. 

“Must be nice not having to worry about your future,” you rolled your eyes. 

That seemed to have struck a nerve with the Viscount, who frowned slightly at your words, an uncomfortable silence falling between the both of you. 

“Was that the real reason you wrote my name down?” he finally spoke. His gaze seemed to truly hold offence now, feeling even more distant from him even though you were standing so close to him. The realisation that he truly was a stranger sinking in deeply, filling you with discomfort. 

You didn’t seem to catch on to his implication at first, only realising after you’d recalled what you said to warrant such a reaction from him.  

“I’m not after your money,” you told him plainly, seeing his frown grow deeper. 

“You expect me to believe you?” 

You glared at him, frowning slightly, his expression only mirroring yours. 

“It seems I would be better off not expecting anything from you,” you huffed, “but you cannot expect anyone in this room not to be after you for your money. You’re surely smart enough to know that when you step into this room...” 

You shook your head, each word seeming more for yourself than for the Viscount, a reminder that even now you were still meant to be playing your long, tedious game. 

“...  you are no longer viewed as yourself, only your eligibility, how well you’re able to act out your role. And if we were to go by that, I would be dancing with Mr Nakamoto there instead.” 

The viscount followed the direction you had gestured in with your head, spotting the man standing next to your mother and chaperone. 

“That’s Mr Nakamoto?” The viscount murmured, something almost akin to recognition in the man’s eyes as they met his own. The name seemed to ring a bell with him, though there was still a sense of unfamiliarity in his thoughtful expression. He didn’t think it was the kind of familiarity he would feel from a recent memory. Perhaps he would ask Johnny. 

“Yes. Do you know him?” 

There was no reply. A part of you was curious, wondering why his silence irked you so much. 

At the viscount’s silence, you had only then realised the song was coming to an end. He let go of you as quickly as the song allowed, bowing out of courtesy and leading you to where your mother and Mr Nakamoto were, a certain discomfort in his expression that you could not seem to place, “By all means.” 

And just as you said, he’d left the ball right after, no one batting an eye (but almost everyone running their mouths). 

Still recovering from your exchange, you fixed your gloves, huffing at no one in particular, seeing Mr Nakamoto direct a rather amused smile towards you. 

“Are you feeling alright? I hope dancing with the viscount wasn’t as dizzying as it looked.” 

Your eyebrows raised, mustering a polite smile as you shook your head, determined to leave thoughts of the Viscount behind. 

“Oh, no. Not at all. Yes, I’m perfectly fine.” Or you hoped to be in a while, at least.  

Mr Nakamoto, you discovered over the rest of the evening, was nothing short of a perfect gentleman (going by your sister’s manuals). You struggled to find a flaw (and trust me, you were searching hard for it). 

Beneath his extravagant clothes, confident demeanour, good dancing and how well-read he was about topics you could definitely see your father being eager to discuss over meals, you found that he was everything your mother was looking for. But other than the boxes he ticked off of her ‘Ideal son-in-law checklist’, there was nothing that compelled you to grow more acquainted with him. There wasn’t that… spark of attraction you would imagine was a non-negotiable aspect of the romance novels you read and plays you watched. The closest you’d gotten to feeling that tonight was in your sheer annoyance towards the viscount. 

Unfortunately for you, there was much longer left for you to endure before you would be able to return home, but Mr Nakamoto’s company proved to be… sufficient. 

Mr Nakamoto (whose first name you later heard from your mother was Yuta), kept you busy for the rest of the ball, occupied and mildly entertained with many stories about his travels (most of which you couldn’t differentiate between truth or lie). You would’ve even considered it a plus with how much he was talking, you were free to eat your supper in peace, undisturbed by other men due to Yuta’s riveting tales. 

“I haven’t travelled much myself, but whatever you described does sound very lovely,” you would comment once in a while, feeling as though you were talking to the little children you would see at the market. You would smile, nod and coo at their stories without much care if they were reality or fiction. It was almost like an escape from reality, one you welcomed with open arms tonight. 

“Do you have any siblings?” he asked suddenly, making you straighten up after a while of quietly enjoying your supper. 

“Yes, a younger sister,” you murmured, “she’s not out yet, though.” 

Yuta hummed over a mouthful of food, swallowing it with a wince before continuing, “Are you two close?” 

You smiled, a small huff leaving you as you shrugged, “Well, yes, I suppose that is one way you could describe it.” 

Yuta huffed, smiling as if recalling something (a story you assumed). 

“Did I say something amusing?” 

Yuta smiled, shaking his head, “No, it just reminded me of these siblings I met while I was in America…” setting off into yet another story about his travels. 

Though you really didn’t mind, he was just giving you more stories to tell your sister once you got home. 

You were at your wits end when it was time for the ball to be over, feeling as though you’d used up all your energy for the season from just dancing and listening to Yuta’s stories. You’d wanted nothing more than to simply curl into bed and sleep the rest of the week away. 

Exchanging greetings as you parted ways, you tried hard to ignore the way your mother was looking at you as you returned to your carriage, head feeling heavy yet still feeling tension in your limbs, unable to fully relax with your mother in the carriage with you. 

“He’s a very pleasant man,” she murmured, gaze trained outside the window as if she could see anything other than trees and empty road. 

“Who?” you frowned. 

“Who else? Mr Nakamoto.” 

You let out a deep sigh, the breath you took in not satisfying the breathlessness you felt, nodding. 

“He is,” your reply was curt, leaving no room for elaboration, though that didn’t seem to stop your mother. 

“I heard from one of the ladies that he’s planning on staying here for a while. Planning to buy the estate near the park. You know, the one with the balcony that overlooks the lake. It’s an expensive property.” 

You hummed. 

You wanted to be interested, you really did. But the movement of the carriage was starting to make your head pound and you didn’t think you had any energy left in you to pretend to be bothered about whether Yuta’s potential estate overlooked anything . 

Deeming your fatigue as a sort of defiance, your mother’s tongue clicked sharply as she shook her head at you.

“How can you be so… “ she scoffed, shaking her head, “need I remind you that you are doing this for the family? You need to start taking ownership of your responsibility in this whole affair.” 

You sighed, shifting in your seat and directing your gaze towards her, “I know.” 

Though you tried your best to remain respectful with your tone, your irritation got the better of you, “I am taking ownership. Am I not allowed to be tired after a whole night of dancing and socialising?” 

“This is not just ‘ dancing and socialising ’. You need to realise the gravity of what just one dance could affect, for your family’s sake.” 

Of course you knew that, but it wasn’t as if you could get her to see things from your perspective. She was your mother, and the last time she’d seen from any perspective other than that was before you were born. 

You huffed, suppressing the many words you’d wished to have her hear, trying to remind yourself that words were unlikely to get you anywhere near an understanding with her. That would suffice for the night until you slept off your anger.

Nodding in hopes that it would appease her, you focused on your breathing, hoping it would somehow ease your headache that was coming on stronger than you’d wished. Unfortunately for you, you’ve come to learn that your mothers worries were only ever vented through such exchanges with you, though they weren't much of an exchange to begin with.  

“Think of your father,” you couldn’t help the wave of discomfort that washed over you at the mention of him, as if you could feel his presence in the carriage at the mere mention of him, domineering and tense. 

“He slaved away for his whole life to ensure his daughters could be viewed as respectable ladies in society. It is a privilege to even attend a ball like you just did. And yet you act as if we’re putting you through torture!” 

Torture was one label for it; your long, tedious game. 

“You are the oldest, you are to set an example for your sister. I do not wish for you to taint her innocence with your… your insolence .” 

You nodded, almost wanting to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. With how much they fed her those manuals on what a respectable man and woman should be, how they kept her in the house as much as possible, allowed not even for her to paint because of how it would dirty her clothing, it was a wonder how they thought anything could possibly ‘ taint’ her at all. 

Though at the same time, you would be lying if you said you didn’t wish to live as quiet and simple a life as she did, out of the loop of all the burdens and worries that seemed to follow your family for generations, growing more complex with each cycle it made. 

“I know,” you stifled your sigh lest she use that as another example of your ‘insolence’, “I’m sorry,” you murmured, a foolproof way of appeasing her you’d come to learn after a lifetime of experience. Whether you meant it was an entirely separate matter.  

Your words seemed to have their intended effect, allowing you to sit in the quiet tension of the carriage ride until you felt it come to a stop, hearing the rustling of the footman moving to open the carriage door, exiting with haste that only came with the feeling of a successful escape. 

Your sister was quick to meet you in your bedroom as you reached your bedroom, timed with a precision you both knew came with too much time spent at home. 

“I didn’t expect you to be awake,” you huffed, earning a shrug from her, a book you recognised to be from your father’s library in her hands, her finger tucked between the pages she stopped at. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” she sighed, a dreamy look in her eyes that you supposed held all sorts of hope to hear stories of love and romance, “I suppose I was too excited for you.” 

You sighed. 

“I hope that was a good sigh,” she inched closer, dog-earing the page she was on and tossing it aside, the book thumping softly on your stool. 

She shifted on your bed, making herself comfortable as you changed out of your clothes leaving just your nightgown, glancing at her through her reflection in your standing mirror. 

“I hope it was too,” you huffed, allowing yourself to be amused at your own joke, even though you didn’t very well feel like making light of your horrible night.

“How was it? Did anybody catch your eye?” 

Your thoughts ran first to the Viscount (and his rosy lips—this wasn’t your fault, really.) It upset you, how he of all people had left a lasting impression on you even though you’d spent hours and hours talking to Mr Nakamoto. It upset you how you just knew that even if you did tell others about his lousy manners or his condescending demeanour, no one would have wanted to believe you, everyone already believed he was what they wanted him to be; a gentleman straight out of one of your sister’s manuals. 

“There were… some , I suppose,” you spoke as vaguely as you could, hoping that would be enough to satisfy her (even though you knew it wouldn’t).

“Handsome?” The lilt in her tone was awfully hopeful.

You sighed, turning to her with a knowing look, “Handsomely rich .” 

Her mouth fell open, features pulling into a frown, “You know for a fact I didn’t mean money. Were they charming? Attractive?” 

“I suppose one of them was… not ugly,” you felt embarrassed saying it, for some reason, as if you could anticipate the viscount’s reaction if he’d heard your words. The way the corner of his lips would curl up in a smirk, tilting his chin up at you with all the arrogance and cockiness in his being. 

For some reason, you were afraid to voice out your thoughts on him. Perhaps it was the fault of the little nagging voice that persisted in your head, telling you that it truly didn’t matter if you thought he was physically attractive, because you didn’t stand a chance to begin with. Voicing it out almost seemed like a jinx, a nail in the coffin that forced you to face this reality instead of living in the hope that he could have harboured good feelings towards you too; simply for the pleasure that came with being perceived by someone like him. 

You figured now wasn’t the time for you to start getting comfortable with hoping. 

Turning to your sister with a shrug, you spoke, “But he had the worst demeanour.” 

“I heard a Viscount asked you to dance. It couldn’t have been him, could it?” 

Perhaps it was those very manuals that led her to this assumption. 

Though it was for her own good, you found yourself not wanting to burst her bubble. She needed to know that it wasn’t about whether they were a Viscount or not, but that the men she would encounter in the marriage market in general weren’t as fairytale-like as they were written out to be. The likelihood of marrying someone you found even mildly attractive was rare. Yet the hope she held was important, precious almost. 

Although the growing desire to find a love match was gaining popularity these days, you didn’t consider yourself to have that luxury. It seemed all too indulgent, saved for people who could afford to worry about things like love. Not a lady like you, the eldest daughter of her family carrying her parents’ burden on her weary shoulders. 

“Do you think all viscounts are handsome and kind?” you laughed, beginning to undo your hair. 

“Don’t know. Never met one before,” she sighed, “which is precisely why I’m asking you. ” 

You hummed, “Well, the other man I spent most of the night with wasn’t exactly better. He spent most of the time talking about himself, but I suppose it was good entertainment.” 

“So he wasn’t the handsome one?” 

“The viscount?” you frowned. 

Your sister’s eyes lit up, her smile growing, “So, you think the viscount’s handsome?” 

Realising your mistake, you narrowed your eyes at her, “I think it’s best you forget about him.” 

Somehow, the words left a bitter taste on your tongue, your sister’s expression of confusion making you feel almost frustrated, “I’m only saying this because I don’t think we’ll be seeing much of him after tonight.” 

You made your way over to your bed, getting into bed and shifting to find a comfortable position, your sister still sitting next to you and looking at you with that same thoughtful expression. 

“Are you that upset about it?” you huffed, trying to read into her emotions, “It’s nothing to worry about, really. Mother seems to have found a man that’s to her liking, you know, finances, property, intelligence and manners all included.” 

She shook her head, mustering a small smile, “No, It’s not that. I was just wondering… how difficult it’s probably going to be for me to find a husband.” 

You frowned. 

“You have loads of accomplishments. You’re going to be fine,” you assured her, choosing gentle words that paved a way for a peaceful conclusion as always, though your words seemed to have weighed heavier on her, a small sigh leaving her as she toyed with your bedsheet under her hand. You would be lying if you said it didn’t spark some sort of competitive urge to prove that you could find better words to dissipate her worry. 

She sighed, briefly glancing at you before looking away, mumbling in a way that was almost reluctant to be heard, “Love is important too, you know.” 

You fell silent at her words, the ache in you growing obvious again. That ache for the kind of rest that went beyond physical things. One that seemed natural for you to forego, for everyone’s sake but yours. 

You nodded, swallowing the dryness in your throat. You sifted through your archive of neutral, concluding words, words that you didn’t necessarily believe for yourself, but words that would suffice for now. 

“I’m sure it will find you,” you murmured. 

There was nothing but silence in the room afterwards. feeling yourself starting to get drowsy as your sister got up, walking over to your bedside stool to retrieve her book. 

“What’s his name?” she murmured. 

At your silence, she continued, “you know, maybe I can keep my ears open for any gossip when I go to the flower market,” she insisted, eager to have a little bit of adventure in her otherwise mundane days, clearly. 

You thought about it just for a moment, wondering if your pride overpowered your curiosity on what kind of gossip she would hear. You figured that in this moment, you couldn’t deny your curiosity. 

“Jung Jaehyun.” 

Only after she left, you realised she hadn’t specified who she was referring to. 

===

The ache did not disappear when you woke up near the afternoon, as much as you wished it did. Frankly, you didn’t manage to get much sleep at all, the sound of your door bursting open being what jolted you awake. 

No words were exchanged, simply your mother rummaging through your drawers she used for storage for something she couldn’t seem to find, returning empty-handed to wherever she came from. 

Figuring you could have something to eat before returning to bed, you got dressed, heading to the dining room. You saw your sister and your mother there eating breakfast, the staff clearing what you assumed to be your father’s used plates and utensils. It was almost strange how you felt yourself relax at the knowledge of not having to sit through a meal with him. 

“Good morning,” your sister’s grin was on full display as you sat next to her, “there’s a surprise for you in the drawing room.” 

“Surprise?” you frowned, taking a bite of your food even though you weren’t all that hungry, knowing it would set your mother off if you weren’t eating. 

As if it were orchestrated by some divine power, you heard the low vibrations of what could only be a man’s voice in your otherwise female-occupied household. 

Men, as in, plural? 

You stared at the doorway of the dining room, a strange feeling in your gut as you heard the voices grow louder, your sister seeming to catch on as she grabbed your hand, forcing you to abandon your breakfast as she led you to the drawing room. 

“A fresh one,” she smiled, her clues not giving you any idea of what awaited you in the drawing room. 

“Living and breathing?” You weren’t sure why you were breathless, but you became sure when you saw the man standing next to your father, whose gaze had met yours with a certain finality and hadn’t bothered tearing itself away. 

Living and breathing, right in front of your eyes. 

“Roses!” your sister chipped in, “pink ones. And white clovers too.”  

Viscount Jung Jaehyun, standing just a few paces away from you and your sister in your drawing room as your father talked his ear off about the renovations he wanted to make to the estate. 

It irked you how your thoughts had almost instantly shifted to the rosy lips of the viscount, allowing yourself to wonder just for a moment if the flowers were from him. It gave you whiplash to think of him gifting you such romantic flowers after the exchange you both shared just hours before. 

Perhaps they were meant as some sort of an apology? Perhaps the viscount had dug deep within himself to find that his behaviour was far from pleasant. Yes , if that was the case, maybe you were right to think he wasn’t as horrible as he seemed, maybe the viscount had some decency in him after all. 

“The name on the card didn’t sound familiar, but I figured you would know once you see it!” 

That seemed to have caught Jaehyun’s attention (as much as he tried to hide it), though he masked his curiosity well as he pretended to be fascinated with the interior of your drawing room. 

Rolling your shoulders back, you fixed your posture, reaching a hand out to the little card that was perched delicately in the midst of the flowers, a simple handwritten card that read: 

- To thank you for the pleasure of your company -  Nakamoto Yuta 

“Are they from the viscount?” your sister asked loudly, earning a sharp nudge from you that sent her stumbling, your gaze darting to the viscount and missing the smirk that had graced his lips. 

You shook your head, murmuring, “The other man.” 

Your sister wasn’t doing a very good job in saving your face in front of the viscount, making no move to hide her dismay as her lips parted with a sigh of disappointment, “The boring one?” 

Grabbing her hand quickly, you led her back to the dining room, making sure your voice was more than audible as you walked past the viscount. 

“The only man from the evening who was worth remembering,” you commented, suppressing your satisfaction when you heard the viscount clear his throat, suggesting to move to your father’s office for a more conducive discussion. 

Just as you’d settled back into your seat at the dining table, feeling more of an appetite to eat now after your little success in irking the viscount, your mother spoke from where she stood by the doorway, glancing out of the window briefly as she fixed her gloves. 

“Get dressed, we should be ready to entertain callers soon.” 

“Callers?” you couldn’t help but frown, hearing your sister grunt from where she was beside you. 

“I’ve invited Mr Nakamoto for some tea, perhaps the two of you could go for a stroll in the late afternoon.”  You inhaled deeply, something about the proposal not seeming to entice you as much as your curiosity as to what was going on in your father’s office with the viscount. It was a shame even boring estate talk could seem more appealing to you than conversation and a stroll with an attractive, eligible suitor. 

“Well that’s my cue to leave, then. Wouldn’t want to be caught in the crossfire of mindless talk,” amusement left your sister in hushed giggles, her chair screeching against the wooden floor loudly as she got up, making you cringe at the sound she was otherwise unaffected by. 

Your mother hadn’t bothered acknowledging her departure, though you heard your sister’s footsteps bounding up the stairs, the sound of her bidding your father goodbye before the same thumping down the stairs echoed till the front door was shut. 

You sighed, looking out of the window at the cloud cover that kept the sun from gracing anything beneath it, choosing once again to push your feelings behind you for the sake of your mother who wanted to ensure security for your future. For the sake of your father who longed to retire. For the sake of your sister who was still trusting that there was love and hope in her world. 

You would receive Mr Nakamoto and you would do so gracefully. Another step towards the end goal in your long, tedious game. 

=== 

The afternoon went perfectly. A little too perfectly, if you were being honest. 

It was almost frustrating, how there was barely anything to complain about when it came to Yuta. He was on his best behaviour today, even managing to start and sustain a very well-developed conversation with your father when he had come down with the viscount briefly while they made their way to the other part of your estate. 

And there you sat, like a jilted lover during the whole exchange, frustrated at the fact that Yuta had somehow managed to have everybody smitten for him, except yourself. A little nagging in your gut had tried to convince you that perhaps that was how Yuta wanted to go about this; winning over your family so he wouldn’t have to try so hard to win you over, as if this was his strategy in his own long, tedious game. 

Even as you went out to promenade by the lake, you struggled to be present to the man next to you. 

“Did you like the flowers?” he asked, earning a blank stare from you till you managed to register his question. 

“Oh, yes I did. They’re lovely flowers.” 

“Do you happen to have a liking for them? I saw many arrangements in your house when your mother was showing me around.” 

You shook your head, the sudden recollection of your sister’s words about mindless small talk coming to mind as you dismissed them with a huff, “Not particularly. I mean, I do like them, but I wouldn’t go as far as making arrangements and whatnot. That is more of my sister’s hobby.” 

Yuta hummed, “Do you have a favourite?” 

Glancing up at Yuta, the way his smile was relaxed, his attention seemed to be solely focused on you. Something about it threw you off guard, wondering why he’d taken a liking to you when you were sure his smile and his charm would have any girl in your neighbourhood begging for his attention (perhaps just not yourself included).

“Lilacs.” 

Yuta’s smile grew, looking somewhat pleased with your answer.

“Is first love something you hold dear to yourself?” 

You let out a huff at that, impressed that he was familiar with the language of flowers, the thought of his pink roses from the morning making you feel somewhat uncomfortable at his pursuit. 

You shook your head, “I’ve never actually… experienced it before.” 

Yuta’s next words had stilled your fingers over your umbrella, wondering if he’d taken the words straight out of one of the romance novels in your bookshelf. 

“I’d like to think it feels like this,” he sighed, a serene expression on his face as you walked together, “being able to share this with you.” 

You were holding your breath, you were sure of it. But why wasn’t this feeling as heart-fluttering as you were expecting? Sure, his words were nice to hear, but was it because you were too distracted at the moment? 

Now, you were frustrated. It wasn’t as if you could go back in time to ask him to repeat himself in the hope that you would feel something. Perhaps you were just tired, you told yourself (even if you knew that really wasn’t the reason behind your apathy). 

“Shall we head back?” 

Even as you were walking back, Yuta didn’t seem to let up as easily. His demeanour was vastly different from how it was at the ball. This time, he was asking you more questions about yourself, as if he were specifically orchestrating dialogue sequences that would allow him to insert romantic one-liners like the one before. Though they were flowery, and by the nature of the word you figured flowery would mean they were pleasant, but you were at a loss with the way they left you feeling well… not exactly pleased . You were hearing him, definitely, but you were stuck feeling like he wasn’t really hearing you. 

As you were walking back, you reached your house just as the viscount’s carriage was leaving, tensing up as you saw your father standing next to the little flower garden behind the gates of your house as he saw the viscount off. 

You avoided his gaze, hoping you would be able to walk past him without being stopped, but it seemed that wasn’t the case with how Yuta greeted your father with much more enthusiasm than you’d seen him bear all day. 

You’d taken that as your queue to enter the house first, the sound of the piano echoing from the walls indicating your sister was home and that made you all the more eager to be in the company of someone you actually wanted to see today. Your father and Yuta followed behind you, not seeming to be affected by your absence as you drew closer to your sister, finally feeling as though you could relax slightly more in her presence. 

“How was it?” she whispered, glancing not-so-subtly at Yuta, earning a small mustered smile from yourself. 

“He was lovely,” you told her, (which in fact, wasn’t a lie). 

She grinned. 

“He’s handsome too, I must say. But even so, he can’t be compared to the man father was talking to this morning. They each have a different… air,” her shoulders lifted as she spoke, arms moving in the way your old piano tutor called ‘with emotion’ as she played, “you know, in the way they carry themselves.” 

You let out a deep sigh, nodding slowly, “You do know that man is the viscount I mentioned the night before, don’t you?” 

Her playing faltered abruptly (though your father and Yuta were too distracted to notice), slowly picking up where she’d left off, “ The viscount? The one named Jung Jaehyun? He was the man father was talking to?” 

Her amazement was obvious, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t understand why she was so shocked. 

You nodded, “The ill-mannered one.” 

She frowned, “That’s unfortunate, then. He really did live up to what the townspeople were saying about him. Beauty and grace and elegance… a man that looks like everything he touches turns to gold.” 

You rolled your eyes, amusement hinted in your smile, “Not everything gold is worth wanting.” 

“Would you say Mr Nakamoto is the exception, then? More worth wanting than the Midas-touch-viscount himself?” She scoffed.

You didn’t have an answer for that, maybe because you weren’t convinced of the one you were going to offer her.  

“We’ll see. He just might have to be.” 

She giggled, seemingly satisfied with your answer as she resumed playing the piano, the lilting melody carrying you elsewhere for the moment until Yuta was done with the conversation he was having with your father, bidding you goodbye as he left. 

As your father made his way over to you, you forced yourself to meet his gaze, resisting the urge to look away and fidget in your discomfort. “I’m going to be away in the afternoons for business over the next few days, so you’ll be handling the meetings with the viscount on the estate. I trust that you’re already well versed on what needs to be taken care of.” 

“Will mother be joining—” 

“What good will that do?” he huffed, “Do not waste your time with these silly questions. There is no need to get her or your sister involved and cause them unnecessary stress. You are capable enough of handling it on your own.” 

You sighed, watching him leave in the direction of his office, leaving you to slump onto the sofa next to where your sister was, curling into a comfortable position for a nap as the gentle melody worked on lulling you to a place where your worries were far away and rest seemed within reach. 

=== 

If Jaehyun was surprised to see you the next day, he didn’t show it, simply glancing at you as he entered the house, nodding his head as if he’d expected you to be there (even if he really didn’t). 

“I trust my father has briefed you that I'll be handling the estate matters while he’s away?” you were first to break the silence, watching as one of his hands moved to touch the pads of his fingertips, looking somewhat preoccupied. Or perhaps, he was recalling his exchange with your father, looking at you curiously. Though that curiosity had left as soon as it came, replaced with a playful glint in his eyes. 

“My apologies,” his tone was anything but remorseful, punctuated by the little smirk that was playing at his lips, “I figure you’d much rather be… well, handling Mr Nakamoto.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, “D’you fancy yourself a comedian, my lord?” 

Jaehyun had simply shrugged, showing some modesty in the small shake of his head. 

“Good. Because you’d be a very poor one.” 

You began to lead him to your father’s office, Jaehyun noticing the way your steps had slowed as you grew nearer to the door, the deep breath you’d taken in before your hands had met the doorknob, turning it and pushing only to be met with a smell that was unmistakably like your father. 

Hints of a pipe smoked hours ago, the smell of his library books, ink on his desk, the musk and citrus and alcohol that blended together to form the imposing presence of your father even when he wasn’t here. Your posture had straightened and your steps became quiet and wary almost instinctively. 

You stayed far from his desk, as you had always done, surprising Jaehyun with the way you’d simply taken the documents you needed and sat yourself on one of the chairs in the office, legs crossing uncomfortably as you gripped the papers in your hands.

Eyeing you carefully, Jaehyun made his way to the chair nearest to you, pulling out his own blueprints that he and your father had discussed the day before. 

“Did my…” you began, throat feeling dry all of a sudden at the sight of the documents before you, “did my father tell you what I had to go over on his behalf?” 

Jaehyun simply tilted his head at you. 

“We’ve gone over it actually, he… just told me to ask you for the stamp and to clear the financial documents. He mentioned that you took care of the family’s accounts.” 

You figured you shouldn’t have been surprised that your father didn’t actually want your opinion on his decisions. You’d just let yourself get carried away thinking he wanted to know what you thought about the things he made you responsible for. 

“Oh, so my business here is simply for the seal, am I correct to say that—?”

“No, actually, I would appreciate it if I could go over these plans with you once before you approve them. It’s only sensible if—” 

You shook your head firmly, Jaehyun stopping himself at your gesture, eyebrows furrowing as if the situation was upsetting to him. 

“That won’t be necessary. I would rather not impose on his… plans,” you sighed, averting your gaze from his as you stood up, making your way over to your father’s desk for his seal. 

“Impose?” he quirked an eyebrow, wondering why it was that you seemed to withdraw so easily when it came to your father, “You had no problem imposing on my plans at the ball.” 

Rolling your eyes, you struggled to keep your hands steady as they sifted past the papers on your father’s desk. 

“I would be sorry if your initial plans were any good to begin with,” you murmured distractedly.

It was strange, how you felt as if you were doing something you weren’t supposed to. As if you were secretly rummaging around in his desk while your heart was thrumming wildly at the thought of him walking in and catching you red-handed, feeling the disappointment that would meet you in his gaze, rendering you a little child again who had more familiarity with these belongings than she did her father. 

“If you’re not sorry about that, you could be sorry about the fact that people seem to think I’m courting you now.” 

You debated ignoring his statement, glancing at him only briefly as you arranged the papers in your hand. 

Humming, it seemed your urge to cover up your nerves had shown up in snappy retorts aimed towards Jaehyun, strangely unfiltered with him even though you figured you should’ve been. 

“Of course, because a man like you should be able to show up to a ball simply for the music and drink.” 

Clenching and unclenching your fists, you went about the process as calmly as you could, Jaehyun’s watchful, curious eyes unnerving you even as you made the seal. 

“Are you alright?” he spoke suddenly, earning a sharp inhale and a glare from you in return, your grip tightening around the seal. Whether it was because the question felt out of place, or whether it was the fact that he had caught on to your discomfort, you would rather not admit. 

You shut your father’s desk drawer with a quiet click, habitual movements from many instances of sneaking in here as a child for writing materials. 

“What does it matter to you?” 

“No, just… does my presence here make you uncomfortable?” his eyebrows furrowed, what seemed like genuine curiosity taking over his features once again. 

Trust you to be defensive, though. 

A scoff left you, the thud of the beaten book that you used to keep track of your family’s accounts dropping against your father’s desk echoing through the room as if that were your form of exerting your dominance over the room and everything it represented. 

“Has the thought only crossed your mind now? Besides, don’t flatter yourself,” you scoffed, “your presence doesn't have that much of an effect on me.” 

That would’ve done it , you figured. You could imagine the way his lips would curl into a sarcastic smile, or how he would simply scoff and announce that it was about time for him to leave. Anything but what followed next. 

“Maybe not mine, but your father’s seems to.” 

Somehow, you almost wished your sister was here to defuse the tension in the room, or to crack a joke to save you from having to face such an observation. But she wasn’t, and the truth of the matter was that you were sitting here facing a stranger who seemed confident that they could read you like an open book.

And maybe, his confidence wasn’t completely unfounded. 

A silence fell between the both of you, tense and ridden with an understanding both of you were aware of but neither were willing to put down their pride first to admit. 

You scoffed, waving him off in dismissal as naturally as you could, “You’ve never seen us interact.”��

“I don’t have to,” he huffed, speaking matter-of-factly, “you’ve been… tense ever since I suggested having our meeting in his office.” 

“I just don’t like being in stuffy offices,” you shrugged again, pretending to be busy with your notebook. 

Jaehyun rolled his eyes, confidence in his stare as he leaned back in his seat, crossing his legs, “ Or the person the stuffy office belongs to.” 

Your sharp gaze met his almost instantly, letting out a small huff of air through your nose. You were at a loss of a witty retort, though somehow that didn’t feel as damning as you thought it would; the viscount didn’t seem to be attacking today in the same way he was before at the ball. 

“It’s not a crime, you know,” he murmured, cutting you some slack from the way he averted his gaze to fiddle with his sleeve, “you’re not expected to be amiable with him all the time. At least not in my book.” 

You attempted to swallow in the hopes that it would make the lump in your throat feel less suffocating, to no avail. 

“Amiable,” you echoed, huffing at his choice of words. Even on good days, you don’t think you could use a word like that to describe your interactions with your father. 

Jaehyun searched your expression, reading into your silence, shaking his head dismissively, “Sorry if I overstepped, I don’t usually have the habit of voicing out my observations so… carelessly.” 

You didn’t believe him, strangely. Everything about what had just transpired between the both of you seemed anything but careless. Instead, it came with all the intentionality of trying to understand someone. Somehow, that knowledge made you less inclined to hold back in front of him. 

When you finally felt like your voice wouldn’t give, you spoke, “Are you speaking from experience?” 

His eyebrows raised in question, “My father?” 

You nodded, earning a huff from him. Now it was your turn to watch him shift in his discomfort, averting his gaze and swallowing thickly.  “Never really had much of a relationship with him or my mother… I uh… I lived with my aunt and uncle since I was a child.” 

“Did you have much of a relationship with them, then?” 

Jaehyun shrugged. 

“Not as much as I did with my tutors,” he huffed, perhaps in some attempt to lighten the mood, “they were the ones I spent most of my time with.” 

You hummed, hands stilling around the papers you had yet to hand over to him. 

At your lack of an immediate response, he looked up, continuing, “It’s nothing to pity me for. They raised me as best as they could.” 

“I don’t pity you,” you spoke. 

Sure, it wasn’t exactly pity that you felt, but you weren’t sure what exactly the feeling that stirred in your chest even was. Perhaps it was a desire to be as grateful for your parents as he was? Perhaps it was an understanding of the little insistence that he didn’t want to be pitied. Perhaps it was the breathlessness that came with the way he was looking at you now, expectant for your reply. 

Whatever it was, you found yourself recalling your conversation with your sister, feeling almost embarrassed at how even now, you still thought he was capable of turning things to gold. 

“You don’t?” he questioned, his tone uncharacteristically gentle, unlike anything you’ve heard before. 

“Do you want me to?” you weren’t sure why you were asking, simply curious how he would reply. 

Jaehyun let out a huff through his nose, shaking his head. He wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to elicit from you. Although it was definitely something , he could say certainly that pity definitely wasn’t what it was. 

“No, I don’t.” 

You held his gaze, nodding. “Good, I don’t want you to pity me either.” 

Before he could reply, you straightened up, handing the documents back to him with your father’s seal already in its rightful place. Taking in a deep breath, he stood up, taking you back almost immediately to what it felt like to dance with him at the ball, your proximity to him now allowing you to feel him towering over you, though strangely without the condescension that was present before. 

“A lady like you shouldn’t care for my pity,” he murmured, the faintest of smiles playing at his lips. 

And just like that, it was as if the exchange never happened, as if you both didn’t just bare a part of your souls to each other. Jaehyun straightened out his clothes, averting his gaze to the floor as you both allowed the façade of banter to mask the windedness that came from suddenly feeling all-too exposed. 

“You won’t need to tell me twice.” 

===

“You wouldn’t believe what I heard at the flower market,” your sister barged into your room as you were getting ready to attend a soiree that evening.

Your eyebrows raised, smoothing down your dress before sitting on your bed, giving her an expectant look. 

“It appears Lord Jung is an anti-social man,” she began, “a few of the ladies at the flower market were talking about him, they said he’s rarely seen with people other than those he does business with. I interpreted that as the man having no friends, but that’s quite sad, isn’t it?” 

You shrugged, “I figure something like that is subjective.” 

Your sister didn’t seem convinced, “I think it’s lonely. Not having anyone to talk to about your life, about your struggles, about your joys… only being able to talk about your business wherever you go. I find that an awfully lonely way to live.” 

Huffing, you got up from your bed, “He doesn’t seem keen on finding a marriage partner either so perhaps he’s more comfortable in this loneliness than you think.” 

“I don’t believe it,” she grunted, “but it does make some sense. Maybe that’s why his manners aren’t the best, because he’s used to talking to cunning old businessmen.” 

You let out a huff of laughter, “You sound like you’re defending him.” 

Giving you a shrug, she hummed, “Maybe if you see him at the soirée later you can find out for yourself if he’s worth defending,” she smiled. 

You could only sigh at that, glancing out the door when you heard your mother calling for you. 

“That is, if Mr Nakamoto doesn’t talk my ears off before that.” 

One thing about soirées, or these public events during the season in general, was that they didn’t allow for much privacy at all. It wasn’t like you were in the confines of your father’s study with the viscount’s full attention on you, no. You were in someone else’s house, with many many different eyes on you, at the receiving end of everybody’s attention except the very person who wouldn’t seem to leave your mind. 

It was as if you were being shadowed by Yuta, your mother looking on with delight as your chaperone while the both of you conversed and you nursed your glass of whatever drink he’d handed to you. In such a setting, you couldn’t help but be hyper-aware of your posture, your manners, your tone of voice, the way you held your fan, even the way you would time your glances towards Yuta. All part of your tedious game, you supposed— to win the affections of a man you felt no real desire towards. 

What did you desire, then? You wondered. His attention? His approval? You continued with the knowledge that even if you didn’t desire him, you wanted to feel worthy of his desire. It was messy, and it felt manipulative. But you figured those were things you’d signed up for the moment you started playing this game (however unwillingly). 

You could see Jaehyun standing at the corner of the room next to the grand piano, looking intently at the multitude of sheet music next to the piano. The sight was almost amusing when you recalled your sister’s words, because indeed as you looked at him now, the sheer intent of his glare on the sheet music would be enough to intimidate anyone from initiating a conversation with him. 

“Do you know how to play?” Yuta’s words had caught your attention, and you’d almost grimaced at the realisation that you’d been walking towards the piano. Stopping just a few paces away from the piano, you cast a brief glance at Jaehyun who was still glaring at the sheet music in his hands. 

“No, no. I don’t, actually.” 

Yuta smiled, “I would offer to play something for you, but it seems viscount Jung has beat me to it,” he murmured as you heard the melody start to sound from the piano. You knew this piece, it was the one your sister was playing when Jaehyun had visited your house the other day. 

For some reason, the piece held much more melancholy than you realised, or maybe it was the way he was playing it, holding you (and all the other women in the room, you guessed) captive, unable to look elsewhere. 

You weren’t even paying attention to what you were talking to Yuta about, feeling the words come out of your mouth but paying no attention to what you were actually saying. Little did you know that as focused as Jaehyun seemed on his playing, every word of yours was flitting into his mind and refusing to leave. 

“I was always envious of people who could play the piano,” you sighed almost wistfully, earning a hum from Yuta. 

“Were you not tutored for it?” 

You shook your head, “It wasn’t something I was interested in when I was younger, but I suppose as I grew older, the music started to feel comforting to an extent. Only I was simply a listener, not the one who conveyed such comfort,” you huffed, attempting to make light of your feelings. 

Yuta, as always, replied with his flowery lines, not being able to pick up on how you were really feeling and taking your words at surface level with a smile.

“Well, you certainly are an excellent conversationalist, so I would still consider myself accomplished if I were you.” 

You hummed, brushing off your discomfort and mustering a smile, “Thank you.” 

Jaehyun had to withhold his amusement, wondering again why it was that you were so willing to withdraw to men like Yuta, men who were all-too-familiar with manipulating their words to their advantage. If you’d simply bit back with half the amount of snark that you generously gave him, he was sure Yuta would be at a loss for words. 

How frustrating. Surely, you could tell that Yuta was not a good match for you, couldn’t you? 

Coming to the end of his piano piece, Jaehyun stood up, simply picking up his glass of wine that he had set on top of the piano, acting as if he wasn’t the one at the receiving end of the room’s applause. 

Perhaps it was a stroke of divine timing, but one of the servants had approached Yuta, murmuring into his ear something you couldn’t quite catch. Yuta straightened up in response, casting an apologetic glance your way. 

“Forgive me, I need to excuse myself for a moment,” he muttered, rushing off to somewhere you couldn’t truly be bothered to wonder about. 

Jaehyun did not waste the opportunity presented to him, taking just the tiniest of steps closer to you and murmuring behind his glass, “Evening… are you alright?” 

He noticed the way your shoulders were tense, your fidgety gaze around the room, the way you’d kept bringing your glass to your lips but the level of liquid in your glass was barely going down. 

“Please, spare me. I am in no mood for needless bickering tonight,” you huffed, bringing your glass to your lips again to take a small sip. 

Truthfully enough, the ache was back again as you stood in the room filled with chatter and music. The ache of longing for the ability to rid yourself of the façade of the perfect marriage partner that was growing more tiring to uphold. The ache that grew stronger when you conversed with Yuta, feeling as though if you were to enter a marriage with this man, the ache would only intensify. It was dangerous to entertain him in a place like this, because Jaehyun’s presence always seemed to draw you out of this façade. 

“Bickering?” he scoffed, a faint smirk appearing on his lips. 

“Was that not what you approached me for?” you turned to him with a frown, “I suppose the soirée was getting boring for you if you felt the need to take such a drastic measure as to approach me of all people.” 

There you were , he mused. 

Jaehyun shifted another step closer to you, something about his proximity making the conversation between the both of you more obvious, and you could tell from the way your mother was looking at you that it was indeed obvious that you had his attention.

“Oh, not at all. I was hoping I could be reminded what an excellent conversationalist you were,” he drawled, clearly proud of himself judging from the smile playing on his lips. 

You rolled your eyes. “And you suppose you’re any better?” 

“Of course, I am. Anyway, you didn’t answer my question.” 

“You asked me a question? Must not have been worth remembering,” you sighed. 

As much as you felt he annoyed you, you had to admit that it was somewhat relieving not having to be on your ‘best behaviour’ around him. You were sure any chance of marriage would be tossed out of the window if you were to speak in such a manner to Yuta (or any other suitor). 

Jaehyun’s expression grew more serious, eyebrows lifting slightly in concern, “I asked if you were alright.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, suddenly feeling as exposed as you did that day in the study. It was strange how easily he managed to read into your feelings. You figured you’d been doing a good job at masking it. 

“What does it matter? It’s not like you to be so concerned,” you huffed. 

“So, you’re not alright?” he prompted, earning a shrug from you, looking into your glass as though it held the answer you were both looking for. 

“It doesn’t matter if I’m feeling alright or not, the soirée is not going to end anytime soon,” you danced around his question, hoping the mention of the soirée would redirect his line of questioning. 

He noticed the Rubies that were draped around your neck, something about it feeling off. He much preferred the look of the Amethysts you were wearing before, the first time he’d met you. 

“New necklace?” he quirked an eyebrow at you, earning a grunt in response. 

“A gift,” you muttered, “from Mr Nakamoto.” 

“I see. You still haven’t answered my question,” his tone remained firm, eyebrows furrowed and gaze intent on you. 

You clenched and unclenched your fist, turning to him with your eyebrows furrowed, throat feeling dry as you tried to wrangle your voice awake when you met his gaze, uncomfortable at the way his attentiveness tempted you to pour out your feelings to him. 

“Is this really the reason you approached me? Look, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. What does it matter? ” 

Jaehyun was undeterred, meeting you with the same amount of stubbornness and challenge, “It matters because you’re… different. You behaved… differently when you were talking to Mr Nakamoto.” 

“Compared to what? When I’m talking to you?” the words left you quicker than you could process them. 

“Do you not think so?” he retorted just as quickly, tilting his head at you with the confidence that came from knowing the answer without you having to verbalise it. 

You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. 

“Well… there’s no reason for me to act as though I’m trying to impress you.” 

Jaehyun simply huffed in amusement, tilting his glass slightly as he contemplated uttering the thought that came to mind, going for it anyway. 

“Somehow, that impresses me enough.” 

Unsure what to make of his words, you shifted your gaze elsewhere, adjusting your grip on your glass because your palms had started to feel clammy. You remembered wondering what it would’ve been like at the receiving end of his attention, and now that you had it you were finding that even his words seemed capable of sprinkling gold dust on your heart. 

“I didn’t know you could play the piano,” you changed the subject, your body starting to feel warm under your clothes, burning under the intensity of his gaze, wondering if this was how the sheet music must have felt under his gaze. 

“I picked it up when I was younger. Out of all the instruments I've touched, I would say the piano is the one I tend to return to more.” 

“It’s your favourite?” 

He shook his head. 

“What is your favourite, then?” You found yourself asking, genuinely curious this time instead of just a small-talk formality that you usually followed at such events. 

You wouldn’t have known it, but Jaehyun was feeling the same unfamiliarity as you, feeling as though his body was moving before he could process it. He wasn’t used to holding a conversation like this with someone he barely knew, especially when it wasn’t about business or architecture. And for some reason, he couldn’t find it in himself to care about the stares he was receiving as a result of such conversation. 

“The violin,” he admitted almost sheepishly, as if he was embarrassed that he could play an instrument you could only dream of playing. 

Your eyebrows lifted in surprise, gaze wandering to the violin that was perched nearby the piano, after being played by one of the guests when you’d first arrived.

“Why is it your favourite?” 

He hummed, and by now you’d forgotten that Yuta had even promised to return, something in you not being able to find it in yourself to pretend that you were annoyed at Jaehyun’s attention, you truthfully weren’t. For someone as ‘antisocial’ as he was deemed, you found it was comfortable feeling like you didn’t have to present ‘textbook perfect wife’ answers for him. If only your sister could see you now.  

“It was the first instrument I learned as a child… but I moved on to different instruments when I was older because my aunt insisted on me learning other instruments. You know, the more skills, the better. Somehow it’s…” he huffed, amused at his own willingness to share with you, the only person aside from his best friend Johnny that wasn’t keeling over begging to polish the ground he walks on.

It was refreshing, he was realising, to not be treated like he was perfect. 

“It makes me very nostalgic. For that time in my life when there were no worries, you know? When all I had on my mind was the next piece I was eager to ask my tutor to teach me, waiting each day for her to retrieve the sheet music so I could play it until I knew it by heart.” 

Jaehyun continued, “It’s strange, sometimes when I find myself picking up the violin again, it’s like the music just flows out naturally… and I realise I really did know it by heart.” 

You hummed, nodding. 

“Like muscle memory,” you offered, earning a soft smile from him unlike anything you’ve seen before. This one made you feel as though you were catching glimpses of Jaehyun as a child, the little boy whose only worry was for the day the calluses on his fingers would start to disappear.

“Can you play something now?” you weren’t sure what compelled you to ask, but the answer you were met with had surprised you even more. 

“Oh, no no. It’s not… like that,” he huffed, still a hint of sheepishness in the smile that lingered on his features, “I don’t play it that often… rarely. Only when I'm really stressed, if there's too much on my mind.” 

Nodding, you took a fuller sip of your drink, slightly more liberated now that your stomach wasn’t churning like how it was before. 

“Your aunt must’ve really invested a lot of her fortune in your tuition, considering you were tutored for multiple instruments,” you hummed, earning a grunt from him. 

“I suppose she had to, they received too much from my parents each month to not do anything with it,” he sighed, leaning against the bookshelf behind him, turning his head to look at you with tired eyes, “I still remember the way I would look forward to the letters they would send every now and then just to praise me for whatever competition I had won, or whatever certificate I'd achieved.” 

“Do you think it was worth it? All the effort you put in?” you murmured, curious to how he would answer even though you knew you’d be at a loss if the same question was asked to you. Somehow, you felt like his answer would tell you more about him than small talk at balls or promenades would. 

Jaehyun hummed thoughtfully, lips pursing slightly, “That was what love felt like to me back then, the love I felt for music and… their letters, so… do I think it was worth it?” he shrugged, a smile that bordered on bitterness had graced his features, “Do you?” 

Perhaps it was the way you felt like you couldn’t hide under his gaze, or maybe it was the way you felt like he wouldn’t hold your grievances against you. Whatever it was, you found yourself wanting to share with him. And strangely enough, the idea of it had started to scare you less as time went by. 

“My parents were like that too. You know, as the oldest daughter… no news was good news. My duty was to… to not cause worry, to be strong for the family, to take care of my sister, to perform well in all that I did for the family’s sake. For me, it was… like an instruction manual,” you huffed, finding yourself looking to him for affirmation that he understood what you meant, and the knowing smile and nod you received in return made your heart jump in your chest. 

“Do all of this well and you’ll receive your parents’ love. Don’t do it and…” you trailed off, earning a hum from him. 

“Tire yourself out trying and trying again,” he murmured, earning a deep sigh from you. 

Did you think it was worth it? You weren’t sure, but you still found yourself trying nonetheless. 

Jaehyun had succeeded in unlocking a part of you you’d never spoken to anyone about before, and like you said, something about it felt liberating, the solution to your ache starting to feel a little more within reach even if you still weren’t sure what it was. 

“One of my friends, Johnny, has a pretty strong view about this… he says that people are fickle… that we can change based on the slightest of factors…” 

“Your friend sounds a little bitter.” 

The viscount laughed, “Quite the contrary, actually, I think he’s quite the romantic… just overly managing his expectations.” 

“Is that so? What made him have such views, then?” 

The viscount hummed, pressing his lips in a firm line before parting them to speak, “Money, I suppose. How people react to money, how he’s seen it change the way people treat a person. Sometimes, it’s difficult to tell whether a person is enamoured with you or the security your wealth provides. Though, with the way things are, it leaves a woman with no choice but to seek out security first, love being secondary to everything else.” 

You hummed, nodding slowly as you processed his words. 

“Sorry, I interrupted. You were saying?” 

Jaehyun wasn’t sure why that made him smile, choosing to dismiss it and continue anyway, “anyway, his view is that when we’re constantly trying and trying to follow these instruction manuals on ‘How to earn love’... at the end of the day they can hold it over our heads and decide that there are more instructions, more requirements we haven’t met yet… he thinks it isn’t possible.” 

You frowned, “What? To find love?” 

Jaehyun nodded, “Genuine love, I suppose. I guess I understand what he means. Even though more people have been talking about a love match these days, it feels out of reach somehow. People still end up looking at you like a list of instructions, a list of qualifications, weighing who has a list that is easier to meet and going with that.” 

“Do you think yours is difficult to meet?” you found yourself asking, earning a blank look from the viscount. 

“That’s the thing,” he huffed, “People like us… who try and try and are tired of trying… we wish we didn’t have one.” 

Somehow, you felt a certain conviction in your heart, shaking your head at him. 

“Maybe we don’t, and we just haven’t realised that yet.” 

=== 

You hadn’t seen Jaehyun at the next ball, or the next, and he didn’t return to your house for meetings with your father. You figured he was busy, so you tried not to wait. Though the ache persisted, coming and going like waves. With how often you felt it, you assumed you would have grown familiar with it. But in cases like these, the familiarity was unsettling, as if your body was crying out for help that you weren’t able to provide.  

Yuta kept you relatively occupied, sending you flowers regularly, light and bright coloured blooms attached to meanings of affection and purity and fondness, accompanied with letters containing equally flowery words. Though it didn’t keep you occupied enough. 

Time seemed to pass without much of your awareness, the only thing you were aware of being the way the flowers Yuta sent would slowly wither and your sister would replace them with the new bouquets he sent over. You were growing frustrated at Yuta’s perfection, because that demanded perfection from you as well. You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss the liberation that came with your conversations with the viscount. Those were different, demanding honesty instead of perfection, and perhaps, perfection was found in that honesty.  

“I think we can start thinking about discussing marriage with Mr Nakamoto,” your mother turned to murmur as you were having tea with Yuta in the drawing room, the man busy talking to your father about whatever literary piece they found they both enjoyed. 

“Marriage?” you weren’t sure why the prospect seemed so daunting now that your mother had mentioned it, something about her words making you realise that her plans were solidifying and you couldn’t simply continue to play ‘tea party’ with Yuta much longer. 

Your attention was diverted when your sister had entered with a stack of letters in her hand (presumably taken from the staff), her excited gaze meeting yours as she waved a single letter in your direction. 

“Are those my letters?” your mother asked, earning a grunt from your sister. 

“They’re father’s letters,” she informed tersely, making her way over to you and dropping a single letter into your lap, shoving the rest towards your mother in an attempt to distract her. 

The dismayed expression on your mother showed it was somewhat successful, “You know, you really have to fix your manners when it’s your turn to debut,” she began, seeming ready to launch into a tirade of nit-picking towards your sister but you knew nothing could very well escape her watchful eyes when it came to you, eyeing the letter in your hands curiously. 

“What’s that?” 

“Sister’s letter.” 

Your mother’s hand reached out quickly, grasping the letter in your hand and peering over your shoulder to look at it, seeing no indication of a sender other than an elaborate letter ‘J’ imprinted on the seal. 

“J? Do we know anyone with that initial?” 

Your thoughts ran first to Jaehyun, and the look you exchanged with your sister only proved your suspicions correct, though she was quick to cover for you. 

“Johnson, remember? Betty Johnson? Sister’s old friend that moved overseas,” it almost surprised you how smoothly she lied through her teeth when she was never a good liar. You never had a friend with the surname Johnson. 

“Yeah, you wouldn’t have remembered her. I used to play with her and sister outside the church grounds when we were younger,” you added, pleased with how your mother had bought your lie, shrugging as she turned her attention back to her cup of tea. 

“If you’re going to start exchanging letters, don’t expect the money to come from your father and I. We’re already putting more than we can into your dowry,” she muttered, earning a sigh from you as Yuta and your father returned from his study. 

“Shall we promenade?” he offered, and you glanced at your sister before looking back at him, rolled your shoulders back and gave him your sweetest smile. 

Your sister leaned over, pretending to fix your hair so she could lean in to murmur softly, “I’ll put the letter in your notebook.” 

And so you left to promenade with Yuta. 

“Lovely weather, isn’t it?” he smiled, squinting his eyes as he looked up at the sky, with you holding your parasol above your head, simply giving him a small hum. 

“Have any other suitors declared their pursuit of you?” Yuta spoke abruptly, earning a frown from you. 

Shaking your head, you couldn’t find it in yourself to speak, something about your anxiousness swallowing your words. You could almost hear your mother’s voice in your head now, telling you once again to ‘ use your words ’. 

“No, they haven’t,” you managed to force out, earning a solemn nod from Yuta. 

“Really? Not even viscount Jung?” 

Your frown deepened, “What makes you say that?” 

“Nothing in particular… just figured he was the only other person that could have caught your attention this season.” 

You huffed, even Yuta thought of Jaehyun highly. You, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to get the image of the little boy playing the violin out of your mind when you thought of him, something about it was endearing. 

“I hope you don’t mind me asking this, but… do you know the viscount personally by any chance?” 

Somehow your words seemed to have struck a chord with Yuta, his expression turning stoic and his gaze shifting elsewhere. He shook his head, “No, I don’t.” 

“Are you sure? He seemed to find you familiar at the ball—” 

“He must be mistaking me for someone else,” Yuta turned to you with a smile, though the firmness of his tone contrasted the gentleness of his smile. It was enough to deter you from asking any further. With Yuta, you needed to be careful, knowing something as simple as behaving in an ill-mannered way would be enough to make your family’s plans for security and stability fall through. It wasn’t as simple as it seemed with Jaehyun, who was always game for whatever you threw his way.

The mood had turned sour afterwards, the both of you remaining in relative silence (well, other than Yuta’s occasional utterances of praise for your parents) until you were both back at your house, the servant who chaperoned behind the both of you helping to take the parasol from your hands as Yuta got ready to bid you goodbye. 

After he left, it was like your body moved faster than you could process. It was embarrassing , the way you felt like an excited child running up to your room and grabbing the book sitting on your desk, flipping it open and letting Jaehyun’s letter drop out onto your bed. 

Tearing the little envelope open with your finger, you unfolded the letter, catching a whiff of something so unmistakably like Jaehyun that it almost felt like he was in the same room. 

‘Ms Y/N Y/L/N, 

My apologies for disappearing without a word. I needed to leave urgently because of my friend, the one we talked about the other day. His father passed and I’m aiding him with the handover of his father’s business and some of the family property to him, since I was previously closely working with his father for their family’s winery. Perhaps I should be more apologetic for the fact that now social events are sure to be dreadful for you without my presence.’ 

You scoffed, you could almost picture the smirk on his face as he wrote that. 

‘I am unsure when I am to return, but I am sure it will be before the season ends. I suppose now that my friend’s father has passed, he is to be looking for a wife as well, though I doubt it would be easy to convince him to come back with me. With his status now as a Marquess, I suppose many would be eager to coerce him into marrying their daughters if he were to arrive in town. Something he seems very opposed to. 

Again, I hope I have not needlessly worried you with my sudden absence. Though, I suppose my absence would be something that gains rejoicing from you rather than disappointment. Nonetheless, things are rather hectic here. I hoped that in writing to you I could gain some form of entertainment hearing about the progress in the marriage mart that I am unfortunately missing out on. You can write to me, but it will be addressed to my friend’s estate as I am staying here until I leave. I look forward to hearing from you. Do keep safe and in good health. 

-J’ 

“I’d keep that locked up, if I were you,” you jumped at the sound of your sister’s voice behind you, a mischievous smile on her face as she shut the door behind her, crawling onto your bed and making herself comfortable there. 

“So is it official? That he’s courting you seriously?” she asked, and you could see the way her smile fell as you pursed your lips, shaking your head at her. 

Now that you heard her words for yourself, it made you wonder. You expected Jaehyun to be someone meticulous, someone careful, someone who knew exactly what the implications of sending a lady a letter was in this day and age. It made you wonder about the intimacy hidden behind his otherwise mundane updates, and for some reason, it made you long for more. 

“I’m going to write back,” you spoke, more for yourself than for her. 

Her smile grew, “This is a dangerous game you’re playing, sister. I suppose you found he’s worth defending after all?” 

You hummed absently, already pulling out your writing materials to begin writing your response to him. 

“Not quite yet, but something tells me this will be worth it.” 

‘Dear J, 

My condolences for your friend’s father, I can only imagine how overwhelming it is to have all sorts of responsibility thrown at you before you can even process your own grief. Truthfully, I hadn’t noticed your absence’ (you were lying, obviously)

‘Perhaps because things have been hectic here as well. Each day seems to be filled with entertaining Mr Nakamoto and going for promenades. I’m quite tired of all the walking, to be very honest. 

The mention of your friend made me think of what you said that day at the soirée, about finding genuine love in a world where marriage is an economic proposition. I find myself searching sometimes, even though I know my efforts are probably in vain. I know the reason I have been entertaining Mr Nakamoto is not because I’m attracted to him. It is like what you said, I find myself seeing him more as his list of instructions, and what that demands of mine. Then, I find myself drawn back to my duty as the first daughter of my family, drawn back to the need to secure some sort of relief or security for my family. By then, there is no thought of finding love in a marriage partner, only the transaction of it all. Still, there is a part of me that wonders how different the whole process would be if I truly loved my partner, how much less it would feel like a game and more like life. 

I am only asking because I have not seen you dance with anyone at the events so far. I suppose you are either picky or disinterested. But just out of curiosity, do you think it’s possible? For you, I mean, to find genuine love this season? 

I hope this proves as entertaining as you wished for it to be, I won’t apologise even if it ends up disappointing you. 

From, me’ 

=== 

‘Ms Y/N Y/L/N,

Thank you for your concern. My friend is doing much better now, and I hope this means the chances of him returning with me have increased. I would like for you to meet him, something tells me he would get along well with your sister, they both seem to have a penchant for the arts. 

To answer your question, I believe it is possible. Whether it is wise of me to think so, or whether it is wishful thinking… that remains undecided. But I cannot be sure. Personally, I have not come across such love where you are seen for all that you are and still loved, but I would like to believe it exists. Whether I am able to find it this season or not, believing it exists makes it feel more like life, like you said. 

With that being said, I do wish the same for you, as much as you may not believe me. More than just promenades, answers from manuals, accomplishments and duties, but life. Sure, duties are important, family is important. But in my honest opinion, I don’t think fulfilling your duties should mean sacrificing your happiness, especially when it isn’t very well your duty at all, but that of others projected onto you. Perhaps I would get stoned by your mother if I said so, but I mean it.

I have to be going now, but I can guarantee that I will be back soon. Perhaps in less than a month’s time you will find yourself bickering with me at the corner of a rich woman’s house again. Do keep safe and in good health. 

-J’ 

You should’ve trusted the nauseous feeling in your gut when you saw Yuta arrive at your house that morning, having arranged a private meeting with your parents and leaving promptly after. There could have only been one reason behind it, and it worried you. Again, the ache intensified, feeling as though it would only solidify if your suspicions were proved correct. 

It was during teatime when your mother finally addressed the elephant in the room. 

“Your father and I are keen on you proceeding with Mr Nakamoto,” she spoke plainly, your hand halting around the handle of your teacup.

“Huh?” as pathetic as it was, was all you could muster. 

“Weighing your potential suitors, Mr Nakamoto brings the most stability. He has property, he is of a suitable age, he has wealth, he is personable. He seems prudent,” she lifted her gaze from her teacup to glance at you, just the slightest of frowns as she met your wide-eyed expression. 

You knew this, yet you weren’t sure why it shocked you to hear it verbalised so forwardly. 

“I’m sure you have no complaints,” it came more as a warning instead of an assumption, enough to make your throat feel dry and your voice start to retreat, “you can expect him to propose soon, so I expect you to be on your best behaviour. The family’s reputation depends on your response.” 

You thought back to Jaehyun’s words. If you were to reject Yuta’s proposal, would that make you wise or foolish? You knew what was riding on this decision. If you were to reject him, you would retain a little bit of your freedom, but you would damage your reputation. It wasn’t exactly ideal to be regarded as a jilt, much less to a man like Mr Nakamoto, who had many women in your town lining up for him. Weighing your other potential suitors, you weren’t sure if being married to a man older than your father was a better option. 

Almost unconsciously, your thoughts wandered to Jaehyun, the feelings you associated with him— or more accurately, how different these feelings were from the ones you associated with Yuta. 

It was starting to make you anxious, you realised that as you exchanged letters with him for a while now, he had grown on you more than you realised. The way you felt at the receiving end of his attentiveness. The way he seemed to read into your signals and cues and meet you where you were without expecting you to be perfect. The way he made you hopeful that you could find love… and perhaps wishful that you could find it in him. 

You were anxious, because when you thought of Jaehyun, what was coming to mind wasn’t his credentials, his wealth, his family, or his status. But rather, it was him , the blunt yet gentle, aloof yet attentive, hardened yet tender-hearted person that he was. 

You were anxious, because even as you were being told about your perfect prospect of marriage, you found that you only ached for him ; the man who was maybe a stranger to your textbook gentleman, but not a stranger to you. 

You took in a deep breath, setting your teacup down with shaky hands, standing up and letting out the breath you were holding. 

Use your words.

“I’m not feeling too well,” you murmured softly enough that you knew your voice wouldn’t give way, “please, excuse me.” 

You struggled up the stairs, finding it difficult to focus on anything other than the way your heart was pounding and your head was starting to spin. Eventually, you found yourself at your desk, writing materials ready and already finding yourself addressing the only person you could think of at this moment. 

‘Dear J, 

My parents have been talking to me about pursuing a marriage with Mr Nakamoto, and in the position that I am, I am inclined to accept.’ 

=== 

This time, you didn’t receive a reply from Jaehyun. Previous times, you could always be sure that his reply would not take longer than a week. But this time was different, as the flowers Yuta continued to send withered and were replaced, there was no news of any mail for you. Even your sister was starting to grow concerned at the way things were going, starting to display Yuta’s flowers in places you wouldn’t pass as often when you were going about your daily routine. But you noticed, the flowers Yuta gave you were always light, bright colours in delicate blooms; nothing like the bigger blooms your sister tended to get. 

The waiting was the worst this time, and you knew why. It was different this time, knowing you were anticipating his reply for different reasons. You couldn’t hide behind boredom, or curiosity as to how he would respond to your questions and words. This time your anticipation lay in hope, in your ache, and that was the worst kind of anticipation for you. Girls like you couldn’t hope, you had far too many responsibilities. You needed to be pragmatic, realistic, practical. There was no room for hope in your heart, yet you found that it was all you were doing these days. 

Hoping that wherever he was, he was safe. Hoping that wherever he was, there wasn’t a perfect girl who was discovering if his touch could turn her worries into gold. Hoping that wherever he was, he was thinking of you. 

You hoped it wasn’t too late. 

The longer you waited, the more foolish you felt. Pouring your heart out to him in your letters like that when there was no real guarantee that he would feel the same way, when there was no real guarantee that he would take Yuta’s place. 

As conversations about responsibilities, about being a good wife to Yuta had started to intensify, you gave yourself no choice but to bottle up the anxiety you felt, directing it inwards till you felt it start to take a toll on your mind.

There was a knock at your door before the door opened with a soft click, seeing your sister walk in carrying a vase containing new flowers, white lilies that filled your room with a scent that comforted you just slightly in your fatigue.

Setting the vase down carefully, your sister turned, stopping in her tracks when she realised you were awake, the slightest of frowns on her features, “Sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you.” 

You shook your head, a sigh leaving you as you stretched your arms over your head, “I was already awake a long time ago, don’t worry.”  

Padding over to your bed to take a seat next to your legs, her body angled towards you and her hand smoothing over the blanket that covered you, her gaze scanned your appearance. 

“Still nothing?” You asked, earning a small sigh from her. 

“Nothing,” she shook her head. Pausing, she shook her head, “maybe the letters just got lost in the mail?” 

You let out a sigh through your nose, shifting your gaze to the Lilies perched next to your window, the light seeping through the glass making you almost dread the day that was to come. Another day spent waiting. 

“I would like to believe that, but I've sent far too many letters to him to believe that,” you murmured, “perhaps it was foolish of me, you know?” 

Her frown deepened, “What was?” 

“Thinking that I could actually find a love match. Thinking that I could develop an affection for the viscount and remain unscathed,” you huffed, bitterness laced in your words that left an unpleasant aftertaste in your mouth.   

Your sister hummed, “Do you think it is the affection you feel for him that is what is hurting you? Or the absence of this affection for Mr Nakamoto?” 

There it was again, the wave that washed over you and forced you into sobriety, the ache for the rest that went beyond physical things that you were starting to give up trying to satisfy. You supposed when push comes to shove, you would find something to love in Yuta, you would simply have to. 

“It’s been more than a month, sister. I cannot… I cannot afford to wait for him much longer. I cannot afford to keep avoiding Mr Nakamoto.” 

She sighed, “I know. Father has been meeting him to discuss your marriage arrangement for a while now.” 

Somehow, that was enough to solidify your decision for you, as reluctant as you were. Saying yes to Yuta’s proposal… perhaps it would be a wise decision in your trying and trying to earn the affections of your father. It would be wise for you to do what is pleasing to your family. It would be wise for you to be obedient, to continue to be dependable for them. 

You heard the click of the lock, the door opening to reveal your mother, “Mr Nakamoto is here, dear. He has requested a private audience with you.” 

Exchanging a knowing look with your sister, you nodded. 

“Give me a moment to make myself presentable. I shall be down shortly,” you murmured, seeing your sister still wearing that same look of concern as you got out of bed, your mother leaving and shutting the door. 

Getting ready, you stared yourself down in the mirror, glancing between yourself and the sight of your sister behind you on your bed, a now unreadable expression on her face. 

“I’m not going to refuse when he asks,” you murmured, more for yourself than for her. 

Perhaps she knew this, because the nod she gave you was all you needed to give you the little bit of conviction that you would go through with this, for your family’s sake. 

=== 

Perfection was subjective, you knew this now. You knew it for a fact as you lay in bed, your head spinning and your heart feeling heavy, a week since Yuta had left town for business after your engagement. 

The stress of it all was getting to you, the ache in your heart for rest, the ache to not have to be ‘on’ and be present to all the people and things that demanded your attention, the pressure you were putting on yourself to be the person your parents expected you to be, or maybe who you expected yourself to be, the ache to be able to depend on someone other than yourself. 

You couldn’t even shake the fact that you were still wondering about Jaehyun, the last bit of desperation in you used to hope that he would return soon. It was amusing, considering that his return would probably be worse because you were already betrothed to another man. Somehow, you were still eager to write to him, asking your sister to help to pen down your messages because you were too weak to get out of bed. At least when you did this, you could say you still tried at the end of the day, because trying was what you were familiar with. 

You could barely get yourself out of bed, wanting nothing more than to sleep away your days as you waited for Yuta to return, for him to seal your fate with your marriage. Each day, your sister would come in and attempt to get you to eat, but you couldn’t find it in you to have an appetite, simply eating a few bites to appease her before you were allowed to sleep the time away before your next meal. 

Little did you know that your waiting for Yuta was in vain. 

Jaehyun almost thought he was hallucinating when he heard the sound of a familiar laughter echoing a few tables away from him at the bar he was at with Johnny.  “Do you recognise him?” Johnny asked, evident disdain in his tone and the pointedness of his glare, earning a confused look from Jaehyun. 

“Who?” 

“That man over there, the conman, Nakamoto Yuta? was his name if i recall correctly,” Johnny gestured with his head to the source of the laughter, Jaehyun’s eyes narrowing when he realised that the man sitting at that table was very much familiar, and very much Yuta. 

“Conman?” Jaehyun murmured, a sinking feeling in his stomach as he observed the woman next to him, the Rubies she adorned on her neck identical to the ones he saw you wearing at the soirée. 

Johnny nodded, using his finger to trace the mouth of his glass, “I recognise him from my time in Paris. You see the woman next to him? Remember how I told you Rubies were popular among the women there?” Johnny gestured to his neck, “It took me a while, but I realised it was only because that was his trademark. Like a branding for the women he was set on cheating for their money in exchange for his affection.” 

Jaehyun frowned. Did that make you one of Yuta’s targets, then?

“Are you familiar with his methods?” 

“Too familiar, I wish I wasn’t,” Johnny sighed, “He tried the same thing on my cousin. You know, all these young girls looking for the perfect husband. He paints himself out to be little less than a saint, and they eat it up. The prince charming that came to sweep them off their feet when in actual fact his occupation is never revealed, his life is a series of carefully constructed lies that differ depending on who he’s talking to… he strung my cousin along for ages, doing ‘business dealings’ with my uncle that landed him in debt that my father had to pay off.” 

“And your cousin?” 

Johnny knocked back the rest of the alcohol in his glass, “Heartbroken, obviously. Once he had his fill of her and her family’s money he left without a single warning.” 

“Couldn’t you file a suit against him for that?” Jaehyun’s mind was racing with questions, with a growing worry for you, especially since the last letter he’d received from you was talking about your likely marriage to Yuta.

“And what about the women? Wouldn’t they have warned each other by now? Isn’t it obvious when everyone’s receiving the same thing—the Rubies and flowers and all—from him?” Jaehyun continued, earning a deep sigh from Johnny. 

“That’s the thing. She was too in love with him by then, she insisted that we couldn’t go after him. Plus, by the time he was done with them, they didn’t have enough money to file a suit even if they wanted to.”

“I mean, who wouldn’t want to be the centre of attention of a doting, romantic, young , attractive young man?” Johnny let out a bitter laugh, “You of all people should know it’s all business. When someone like Yuta comes along, he brings the fantasy of a desirable love match with him. It was never about what they were receiving, but who they were receiving it from. The perfect prince charming he made himself out to be.” 

Johnny glanced over at Yuta with a sigh before raising his hand to catch the server’s attention to order another drink. 

At Jaehyun’s lack of a response, Johnny noticed his friend’s face paling, his gaze fixed on the table looking deep in thought, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?” 

“The girl,” Jaehyun rasped, clearing his throat and blinking his eyes harshly, “the one I sent the letter to…” 

“Yeah? Didn’t you say she was getting engaged?” Johnny hummed, earning a grim nod from Jaehyun. 

“It was supposed to be to him .” 

Johnny’s lips parted, exchanging a knowing look with Jaehyun. He wasn’t daft, he knew Jaehyun’s affections for this girl ran deep, deeper than he let on. 

“I… I need to go back,” he said finally, “I hope you can understand.” 

At this, Johnny let out a laugh, an incredulous look on his face. 

“Finally! I was wondering when you’d come to your senses.”

“Huh?” Jaehyun’s stare was blank, confusion written all over his face. 

“ I’m not the one keeping you here… I think we both know that,” Johnny spoke slowly, nodding at Jaehyun, the latter who was already trying to form a mental estimate of how long it would take him to get to you. 

“God, I feel so…”

“Foolish?” Johnny offered with a smile, earning a glare from Jaehyun. 

“I can’t believe I was going to sit here and do nothing while she gets cheated by that man,” Jaehyun brought a hand up to wipe his face harshly. 

Taking a sip of his drink, Johnny huffed, “Want me to hit him for you?” 

Jaehyun scoffed, “Not if I get to him first.”

“I’ll tell them to prepare your carriage for tomorrow morning, you’ll be back in three days at most,” Johnny spoke calmly, amusement still lingering in his smile as he observed Jaehyun’s lost expression, the viscount seeming too blinded by the rage he felt towards Yuta to think clearly. 

Johnny grunted, waving his hands in dismissal, “Don’t waste your time with him, go to your girl first.”  

Jaehyun wasn’t sure what he was picturing when he imagined returning to you. He got your letters, every single one of them. He read every word to the point where he was sure he knew them by heart. Your letters told him about the town, about who had gotten engaged, gossip from the flower market, about the weather, the balls you attended. From the letters alone, he would have figured you were doing perfectly fine. 

What he hadn’t expected was to have your sister answer the door and look at him as though he’d grown a second head. 

“My parents aren’t here,” you informed before he could greet you, earning a huff from him. 

“Sorry for uh… for paying such an unexpected visit, but… I was wondering if I could see your sister?” 

Your sister thought to you, lying in bed grieving the loss of a future she dreamed of, wondering if the viscount’s presence here would put an end to that grief. 

“She’s… sick.” 

Jaehyun’s eyebrows furrowed, “Sick? With what?” 

“Heartbreak, I suppose,” your sister replied tersely, giving him a pointed stare, unsure what to make of Jaehyun’s intentions. 

Jaehyun’s eyebrows lifted, his thoughts immediately going to Yuta and feeling himself start to bubble with the same rage and concern that brought him here. Most of all, love. 

“You can stay here, I’ll check if she’s willing to see you,” she spoke, still eyeing him cautiously as she led Jaehyun into the house, stopping him at the stairwell as she made her way to your room. 

“Sister,” she knocked on the door, opening it and peeping her head in, whispering harshly with wild eyes, “The viscount is here!” 

Your head snapped up from your pillow abruptly, only to fall back onto your pillow in immediate regret as it throbbed and pounded. Your headache was torturing you, but for Jaehyun, you supposed you were willing to brave through it. 

“Okay. He can come up, but you have to stay in the room with us,” you said as firmly as you could. 

Your sister hummed, turning to leave the room. 

“Not unless he requests a private audience…” she murmured lowly, earning a glare from you (futile as it was, since she’d already left the room). 

Jaehyun was more than impatient to see you, but the sight of you tucked under the covers of your bed, a cloth and small basin next to your bedside and the cold sweat on your face made his heart ache. 

He wasn’t sure how to place himself as he entered the room, choosing to stand in front of the side of your bed you were facing, his lips curling ever so slightly in amusement when you had turned your body to face away from him. 

“What happened to you?” his voice came out almost breathless, with traces of exasperation. 

You didn’t want to open your eyes and look at him, you didn’t think your resolve would last if you could see the look of concern and frustration on his face he held now. 

“Nothing,” you murmured. So much for ‘using your words’. 

“Stress,” your sister cut in, earning a sigh from Jaehyun. 

“I came because… I wanted to warn you,” Jaehyun almost winced, his words not coming out how he’d planned. 

“ To warn me? ” your tone was strong even in your weakness, “not because you promised you would come back?” 

Jaehyun shook his head, “I… look, you can’t go ahead with the engagement with Mr Nakamoto.” 

You frowned. 

“And what makes you think you can tell me what to do about my future?” 

Jaehyun was growing frustrated now, “I’m not, but even if I was, I wouldn’t be the first one telling you what to do with your future,” he said pointedly. 

“Why are you meddling? I never asked you to get involved,” you felt like a stubborn child, but you were more upset at the fact that it was him of all people, advising you not to marry Yuta. 

You supposed that was what you wanted when you’d sent him that letter, but a very belated form of it, showing up in front of you now. 

“My apologies, I did not ask for your permission,” he scoffed, “that isn’t the issue here, Ms Y/L/N, you cannot proceed with this engagement.” 

“Perhaps your warning would be of more use if you’d sent it sooner in a letter,” you huffed. 

You knew this was the sulky side of you speaking now, but it was the truth. Did he think he could simply waltz into your bedroom after months of silence, tell you not to marry the man you were engaged to and expect you to comply graciously? 

“I don’t need your help with my marriage.” 

“Marriage?” 

Your sister wanted to avert her gaze, the tension in the room growing thicker by the minute, but it was impossible to look away, with the viscount looking unlike she could ever imagine seeing him. Desperate, frustrated, emotional . Nothing like anyone knew him to be. 

“We’re already engaged,” you murmured, as if reluctant to solidify the truth by speaking it into existence. 

“Besides, like I said. If I needed your… interference—”

“Help,” he corrected, earning an eye roll from you (not that he could see it, your eyes still being closed). 

“Fine, help. If I needed it, I would have asked.” 

“Is help only given when it is needed?” 

You huffed, the bubbling of frustration within your chest growing stronger as you called to mind your emotions for the past few months. 

“It definitely seems to be otherwise when it’s coming from you. Needed or not, I’d rather not have your help at all,” you forced your eyes open, immediately regretting it when you turned your head to meet his gaze. 

Desperate, frustrated, emotional. 

“You don’t mean that, I’m trying to warn you. You don’t know what kind of man he truly is.” 

"Consider me warned,” your gaze was as firm as you could muster, not finding any reason to withdraw when it came to Jaehyun. This was yourself, in all that you were feeling. 

“Don't patronise me. You don’t know what he’s capable of.” You almost faltered, almost . A small nagging fear started to creep up on you, telling you that you’ve made a grave mistake with Yuta. 

“And you do?” you asked, slowly shifting yourself so you could see him better, unsure if you were being spiteful or curious now, maybe both. 

“Better than you, it seems,” he huffed, taking a step closer to your bed, your sister pressing herself against the wall as if that would help the tension in the room, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she watched the dynamic between you and Jaehyun unfold. 

It was nothing compared to how she saw you and Yuta interact, but something about this was interesting. It was like the both of you were simply hiding behind your true feelings, masking it with frustration and beating around the bush, focusing on unimportant details because you were both too afraid to be the first one to reveal your heart. 

“And where is this understanding coming from?"

Jaehyun visibly hesitated, sighing before he told you the truth, "Johnny and I saw him when we were travelling." 

“Johnny?” you frowned, “Oh, you mean the marquess that dares not show his face in this town?” 

Again, the focus on unnecessary details to prolong the time before you had to finally face up to what you really wanted to hear and say. 

“His title is not who he is,” was all Jaehyun could muster, feeling the tension in the room as he continued to hold your gaze. 

“And by that same logic, I can say you don’t know my partner any better than I do,” you shrugged, the words sounding unfamiliar even as you said it. 

That seemed to strike a nerve with Jaehyun, his tone rising slightly in his urgency and frustration. 

“Would you stop calling him that? He’s not going to come back! You know why—?” 

“What would you rather me call him then? My husband-to-be ?” 

“—he’s too busy conning and cheating people like your parents in other towns for money now. Your family is going to be left in debt because of that man.” Though Jaehyun wasn’t shouting, his tone was filled with such urgency, such firmness, that he might as well have been. The implication of his words echoed louder than anything, louder than the sound of your heart picking up speed. 

Your silence spoke for you, feeling as though a large wave had just washed over you and pulled you under. Your heart continued to thump quickly as you struggled to regain your bearings, as you struggled to gain control over yourself. Only one thought rang in your head, your mother had already given Yuta your dowry before he disappeared. 

You glanced at your sister, her debut would need to be delayed now. Your family couldn’t afford to muster up another dowry so soon, not when you hadn’t gotten married yet. 

“Now do you understand why I needed to come and warn you?” his tone softened, and without realising he began to make his way closer to you, daring himself to look closely at you in your shock, processing what he was feeling at the sight of it. Which, at the moment, could only be described as wanting to pull you out from under the waves, to dive in and look for you so he could bring you to the surface. 

“I cannot—” he stopped himself, shaking his head, “I will not watch you let yourself be humiliated, waiting for that… that liar ." 

Something in your gaze was hurt, vulnerable as you looked at him, wondering how he could say such words with such confidence when he was the one you were waiting for this whole time. 

“I am not a stranger to waiting, you of all people should know that very well,” you said. 

Jaehyun’s expression softened, still brushing aside what he wanted to say to you, his thoughts focused on how you must be feeling to find out you’ve just been conned by your fiancé. 

“Why do you think I came here?” he asked, and the reminder that his purpose here was to warn you and not for other reasons was a bitter pill to swallow, so this bitterness showed in your response. 

“In hopes to annoy me to death, perhaps.” 

At his lack of a response, you frowned, “…. Why aren’t you saying anything? I expected a witty remark by now.”

What you didn’t expect was for Jaehyun to sigh, something in his expression akin to tenderness, which didn’t make sense to you at the moment. But it was a very tenderness that you always wondered about, what he reserved it for, how it would show, how it would feel. It seems all of those questions were answered now as you looked at him. 

“Where do you think that man is? Right now, while you’re in this condition. Where do you think this man that you’re set on marrying will be after hearing of your sickness?” His tongue peeked out to wet his lips, though even if your attention was momentarily diverted, nothing could tear it away from his gaze. As though he had a million things to say to you, hidden inside of him, and you were only catching glimpses of it through his eyes. Yet they still managed to be gleaming, twinkling, pulling you out from under the waves. 

“Yet here you are… destroying yourself for somebody who is incapable of loving you in the way you deserve,” he spoke almost bitterly, and the (not so) little hope within you had begun to surface again. Courage to make your feelings known, and hope that they would be received. 

Jaehyun let his gaze shift to the way your hand lay on top of your covers, holding the fabric close to yourself for some sense of comfort. It surprised him, the way he wished he could hold you, to embrace you in his own comfort. The thought came naturally to him, as if that was his body’s natural response, to want you to be able to receive that from him and for him to give his love and affection freely to you. 

“I’m sorry, I know it must be a lot to process. He had me believing his act too, I… should’ve asked Johnny sooner, if I did then you would not have to face such grief now—” 

“It’s not about him,” you spoke, hoping your voice wasn’t quivering with how you were on the brink of tears, frustrated that you couldn’t tell what he felt for you even now, but filled with hope that you were sure you couldn’t hold your feelings within you much longer, “it was never about waiting for him, or… grieving for the loss of him .” 

Jaehyun fell silent, lips parted slightly in shock as he held your gaze, your pleading eyes meeting his. 

“Do you really think all these months have been for that man?” 

“I wrote to you endlessly ,” your frown deepened, the ache in your heart worsening when you saw the way Jaehyun’s gaze softened, moving closer to you but stopping himself with evident restraint before he could get too close, “even when I could barely move myself out of my room the only thought on my mind was that I needed my words to reach you somehow, I needed some part of me to reach you… somehow.” 

Your vision blurred, making you blink harshly. The fact that you couldn’t see him clearly behind your tears disconcerted you, “What else was I supposed to think when I didn’t hear back? What other choice did I have?”

Jaehyun paused, remembering your sister’s presence in the room, deciding that now would be the time where he stops dancing around the reason why he truly came back to see you. 

“May I…” he turned to face your sister, “have the honour of a private audience with your sister?” 

Her eyes widened, fighting the smile that threatened to show on her face as she gave you a knowing look, averting her gaze as her hand came up to cover her mouth, nodding. Gesturing a hand to you, she already began leaving the room, “Of course, of course. By all means.” 

“As much as you may think I hate you, or…  am here to meddle in your life or annoy you… I don’t like seeing you like this. I do not wish to see you in pain,” he let out a sigh through his nose, taking another step closer to your bed, daring himself to take a seat next to your legs, his body moving naturally as though this was what it meant to simply allow himself to be. Like muscle memory. 

You huffed, “I’ve always been good at masking it, I suppose.” 

He shook his head, displeased, “Or nobody has bothered asking if you needed to be relieved.” 

“I’m sorry I did not write back to you. I just… in retrospect now I realise it was foolish of me but…  from all your letters I just assumed,” he brought a hand up to run through his hair in frustration, “I assumed you were perfectly fine with Yuta. I had no right coming back and disrupting that, as much as I wanted to.” 

“Believe me, I wanted to,” he huffed, “and it surprised me because, well, it was strange. It felt like you were seeing me for who I was… as if I was known for more than my wealth, my appearance, for everything in myself that was not perfect. But with you, it wasn't a matter of having to try to earn love, but to re-learn what love is, what it feels like.” 

Your throat felt dry, something about his honesty making the ache in your heart grow, feeling as though what you sought to satisfy this ache was within reach, yet still at a loss for what it was that you desired.

"I did not know how to convey that in my letters. No words were enough, nothing... nothing was quite satisfying enough in expressing what I wanted to say to you. The thought of hiding what I felt beneath enquiries about the weather or about Mr Nakamoto made me sick to my stomach. That kind of intimacy that I felt when I was with you... It scared me because it only made me wish for more. I didn't think it was what you wanted."

“I thought that I could just separate myself from the situation, to resolve it that way before it could hurt me, but it was only when I saw that man when I was with Johnny that I realised,” his gaze flickered between your eyes and his hands, returning to your eyes and meeting you with that same hope. 

Hope that gleamed, twinkled, that was not rooted in fear but in love. 

“You deserved more than him, the love that you allowed me to discover was very much possible… the love you deserve. It would hurt me more if I had to watch you forgo that for the sake of others.” 

Use your words. 

“What do you suppose is this love that I deserve?” you dared to ask, somehow the use of your words did not feel as manipulative as it always did, it did not feel like you were trying to hide behind them this time, but to let your heart be known through them. 

Jaehyun remained firm, and this conviction was enough to make you feel like you were slowly being lifted up to the surface of the water, the light seeping through the water making your surroundings feel brighter. 

“... a love that remains forever.” 

You weren’t sure if you were breathing, feeling the water get lighter as you followed the light from his eyes. 

“And you suppose that is within reach for me?” your voice was barely above a murmur. 

Jaehyun nodded, the hint of desperation lingering in his tone, “I promise you, it is within reach.” 

“You cannot promise me a forever and not give it to me.” 

There was a hint of amusement in Jaehyun’s gaze, the slightest of smiles on his face at your response. He wished you would remain this way, unafraid to use your voice with him, unafraid to assert yourself, to allow him to see, know and love you for who you are. 

“I would not have mentioned it if I were not ready to give it to you at this very moment.” 

Your lips parted slightly, “How do you suppose you will do that?” 

Jaehyun wore the tell-tale expression that let you know he thought of something that either pleased or amused him, as if waiting for the right timing to say his smart line with a smug tone. 

“By… asking you to marry me.” 

If you thought his eyes gleamed and twinkled before, the smile that he wore when he saw the sheer relief grace your features. The feeling of being pulled above the surface of the water. 

“It’s not too much to ask, just… be with me. Depend on someone other than yourself for a change.” 

“My Lord, you know—” you began, turning your head abruptly and immediately regretting your sudden movements, your head beginning to throb even more. Jaehyun shocked you with the way he adjusted your pillow, helping you to lower your head back down onto the pillow carefully, smoothing your hair away from where it stuck to your face from your cold sweat. 

“I want you to,” he nodded. 

It was strange, being told that someone wanted you to depend on them when you were always used to being the one who was depended on. Instead of promising you gold, he was promising you the warmth of it, the value of it. Not the ‘Midas touch’ that took life away from things, but one that brought light and hope. 

You wanted this . Not your long, tedious game, but the life he was offering you, a life of love, love even in imperfection, love that brought with it rest, love that was a state and not something to earn. 

You nodded, “I want to…” your body felt warm under his touch, your gaze following his movements as he picked up the cloth draped over the small basin next to your bedside, wringing the cloth after wetting it and using it to dab the sweat from your face and neck. 

You felt as though you weren’t breathing, a wave of emotion rushing through you at the feeling of being under his care. It was as though he was removing the little bandage you used to cover the ache that you felt, replacing it with a bandage that fit, one that wrapped around the ache instead of just trying to suppress it. 

“I want to marry you,” was all you could muster, Jaehyun letting out a huff of amusement as he set the cloth aside, his left hand moving to your face, letting the pads of his fingertips trace the side of your face before letting his thumb smooth over your cheek gently. It was unmistakable, the feel of the calluses on his fingertips from what you assumed was his recent playing of the violin. 

“Does my presence have that much of an effect on you?” he drawled, smugness laced in his tone as he brought you back to your exchange in your father’s study. His gaze flickering to your lips just briefly, making your heart skip in a way you’d never experienced before.  

You rolled your eyes with affection, this time not feeling the need to ‘use your words’ to hide once again. 

“Perhaps it does.” 

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‘My forever only, Time and time again, I am reminded that I was foolish to think I could live the rest of my life without you when a day that passes by when I am not with you is filled with a longing I cannot imagine I could ever grow comfortable with, much less befriend. 

Back then, I was used to being all alone. I found this solitude to be a companion, though loneliness is never a good lover. The sky gets ethereal for the things no longer living in chains. You allowed me to come to know what that truly meant, what it truly felt like. Love given freely is all I have to offer you, so I hope you’ll have me. 

My love, I have not stopped thinking of the way you look at me, and each time I awake I find myself waiting for when I may be under your gaze again. The thought lingers before I am with you, filling me with an inexplicable feeling of love that refuses to leave even when we part. Forever sounds daunting but when I envision a forever of this love that you meet me with in your eyes, your smile, your presence, it becomes a boundless sea I wish to swim in for as long as my spirit exists. 

All I ask of you, all I want is having you in my day. To keep you in safety, health, and love.

- J, your forever only.’ 

“Do you remember what was discussed?” 

You were drawn from your thoughts, your sister handing you the bouquet of dark red roses as you started walking. 

What did you discuss? 

Right. 

Be yourself. You felt the crunch of cobblestone beneath your feet as you made your way with your sister to the church. You are allowed to launch into unrelated discourses out of panic. You fixed your gloves so they fit comfortably around your hands and arms. Have good manners, unless provoked. You could hear your sister humming to the piano piece she’d been practising that morning. You are safe to express yourself. With the sound of her humming, the rustling of the big trees overhead and the wind caressing your face gently comforted you. 

Reaching the doors of the chapel, you spotted your father who awaited you, though you couldn’t focus on anything else once the doors opened, your gaze immediately finding the man who stood at the altar, a smile adorning his face once he met your gaze. A wave of clarity washed over you; you felt peaceful. 

There he was, not a marriage partner, not an economic proposer . 

Jaehyun, your love match. 

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[allaboutthedongs]

JAEHYUN SIR? EXCUSE ME??????

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[sunshyni]

on and on | jaehyun

let's make the party go on all night long. we can go on, on and on

jeong jaehyun × fem!reader

w.c: 1.3 k

avisos: tá um tanto quanto sugestivo KKKKKK O finalzinho só, acho que esse é o máximo de sugestivo que consigo formular sem sentir muita vergonha 🫣

n.a: passar uma semana no RN me deixou com pensamentos na cachola 🥴 Daí resolvi escrever isso aqui, então acredito que esteja um tanto quanto br!au vibes, e no mais é isso!!! Espero que vocês curtam!!!

Boa leitura, docinhos!!! 🌵

Você avistou Jaehyun pela primeira vez na recepção do hotel resort em que estava hospedada, ele claramente não parecia dalí, vestindo uma calça jeans folgada e um corta vento, além de um boné e um óculos de sol, enquanto lá estava você tomando aos poucos um drink de frutas vermelhas em roupas de praia tradicionais, bastou ele proferir sua primeira palavra para você ganhar uma confirmação. O inglês fluente entoado num tom de voz calmo, preencheu o ambiente rapidamente, e você se agradeceu pelos anos de estudo da língua que te fizeram entender todas as palavras que saiam da boca dele. Quietinha de pernas cruzadas em um dos sofás do lounge, você escutou o andar em que Jaehyun ficaria que ficava dois andares abaixo do seu, o que te deixou um tanto entristecida com o fato de que não poderiam se esbarrar casualmente no corredor dos apartamentos daquele andar em específico.

Por pouco você não se levantou discretamente para entrar no elevador de propósito apenas para comprimentá-lo, no entanto você felizmente se conteve, sugando o líquido do seu corpo com o auxílio de um canudinho.

Entretanto o universo estava de bem com você e resolveu colocá-lo no seu caminho no dia seguinte ao ocorrido, Jaehyun e você participaram de um passeio turístico em que o guia se virava nos trinta para traduzir o que o homem dizia, e você se voluntariou como tradutora somente para ter a chance de ficar pelo resto do passeio ao lado dele. E deu certo, você utilizou o ombro dele de travesseiro durante algumas horinhas na volta para o hotel, e Jaehyun te levou sã e salva até a porta do seu apartamento, você até aproveitou a deixa para ensiná-lo como brasileiros costumavam se despedir e deixou um beijo ligeiro na bochecha dele, fazendo-o abrir um sorriso com direito a covinha e se distanciar do seu quarto, um tanto quanto incerto da sua decisão.

Então, simples assim, vocês se tornaram amigos de viagem, tomavam café da manhã juntos, aproveitavam a piscina juntos e Jaehyun até investira em te ensinar a surfar, embora esse fosse apenas um pretexto para que ele pudesse te tocar, na cintura, no cabelo para afastá-lo do rosto, nas mãos e nas costas para corrigir sua postura acima da prancha. Você esbanjava um sorriso de orelha a orelha, fingindo inocência a respeito das intenções bastante óbvias de Jaehyun, sobrepondo a própria mão por cima da dele sempre que tinha a chance, fazendo-o sorrir com os olhos.

Agora tinham acabado de participar de uma atividade do hotel, um karaokê no qual você obrigou Jaehyun a ir porque queria muito cantar alguma música romântica olhando-o nos olhos mesmo consciente de que ele não entenderia palavra alguma da letra da canção. Vocês dois resolveram se deitar no gramado próximo da piscina, com a mínima vontade de encerrarem a noite então usaram a desculpa convincente de que as estrelas brilhando no céu deveriam ser contempladas.

— Aquela senhorazinha 'tava dando em cima de mim, não é? — Jaehyun questionou, se virando no chão para ficar de frente para você, você aproveitou para admirá-lo em silêncio, correndo os olhos pela bermuda clara, a camisa de linho, as bochechas rosadas pelos drinks que vocês beberam num intervalo de tempo muito pequeno e finalmente chegando aos olhos.

— É claro que sim. Do lado do marido dela vale ressaltar — Você tocou na correntinha no pescoço dele que podia ser vista graças aos botões iniciais de camisa fora de suas casas, mexeu no acessório até o pingente permanecer numa posição agradável aos seus olhos — Mas a culpa é sua. Quem mandou ser lindo de morrer?

— Acho que você deveria discutir com os meus pais sobre.

— Discutir? — Foi a sua vez de perguntar, Jaehyun esboçou um sorriso na sua direção achando graça da sua expressão surpresa — Eu quero mais é agradecê-los.

As ondas da praia quebravam de forma bastante audível quando Jaehyun arrumou os fios do seu cabelo ou apenas fingiu arrumá-los para poder te tocar, você retribuiu o toque, pressionando a bochecha dele no ponto específico da covinha característica logo que ele esbanjou aquele sorrisinho celestial mais uma vez.

— Você comentou que partiria daqui dois dias... — Jaehyun começou, achegando o corpo para mais perto de você sem nem se dar conta do movimento — Amanhã a gente pode só ficar curtindo a piscina. Nada de buggys, dunas ou surfe. Só relaxar.

Seria muito difícil se despedir dele, você pensou enquanto balançava a cabeça em afirmação à proposta de Jaehyun, mas no que você estava prestando atenção mesmo era no rostinho levemente vermelho dele, consequência do sol quente e também devido ao álcool de algum tempo atrás. As pupilas dilatadas em união aos lábios rosados, como o efeito de um lip tint qualquer tornavam aquele homem ainda mais irresistível e perdidamente gostoso.

— Quero passar o máximo de tempo possível com você — Foi sincera ao dizer, seu corpo se arrepiando por inteiro quando ele capturou suas mãos sem rodeios, pressionando os lábios suavemente sobre os nós dos dedos. Jaehyun realmente gostava da sua companhia, mais do que ele já gostou da companhia de qualquer outra pessoa mais íntima, aquela era a primeira vez que tanto ele quanto você se sentiam tão conectados com uma pessoa que conheciam tão pouco.

— Eu não quero terminar nossa noite aqui — Ele disse sob as luzes artificiais da área da piscina e sob o brilho natural da lua, as ondas do mar quebrando suavemente atrás de vocês serviam como a trilha sonora perfeita do momento — Me deixa ir com você... Eu prometo que vou ser um bom garoto.

Jaehyun proferiu essas últimas palavras baixinho, num sussurro galante que provocou inquietação na sua barriga e no baixo ventre, o que te fez enroscar uma das pernas na dele, tornando a distância de vocês mínima e engrandecendo um desejo que nenhum de vocês sabia pontuar muito bem quando havia surgido.

Os olhos do homem diante de você carregavam um brilho que era impossível passar despercebido, tinham um ar de súplica e se assemelhavam com o olhar de um cachorrinho pidão, insinuando um sorrisinho em você de puro deleite a situação.

Em silêncio, Jaehyun entrelaçou os dedos aos seus e te conduziu até o elevador, você escolheu o último andar do hotel que coincidentemente era o andar do apartamento que você estava hospedada e quando abriu a porta, ele não esperou as luzes serem ligadas, apenas fez suas costas se encontrarem com a parede mais próxima e abaixou a cabeça um bocado para ir de encontro a sua boca, afundando a mão no seu pescoço e guiando o beijo com propriedade, a língua morna e molhada te conhecendo melhor enquanto a mão livre te apalpava sem brusquidão.

Você sentia que podia se desmanchar alí mesmo, com apenas um beijo, no entanto percebeu que teria de resistir um tantinho quando Jaehyun tateou seu corpo, elevando sua coxa até a altura da sua cintura e fazendo você senti-lo de forma completa, o que te fez arfar com o fato dos seus corpos quase se encaixarem perfeitamente por cima das roupas leves de verão.

Ele pôs uma das mãos entre seus corpos, invadindo e subindo o vestidinho que você utilizava para te ter nos dedos, o que te fez contrair ante ao toque terno dele, entretanto Jaehyun beijou seu pescoço, sussurrando no seu ouvido como se quisesse compartilhar um segredo.

— Não faz assim — Ele sorriu, fazendo entrar em cena a covinha adorável que você conseguiu vislumbrar devido a luz da lua que adentrava no quarto devido as portas da varanda abertas. Você o agarrou pela correntinha que residia no pescoço dele, aproximando sua boca na de Jaehyun numa tentativa notória de espalhar o calor para todo corpo já que no momento ele se concentrava num lugar sensível seu na parte inferior que ganhava toda atenção com a mão macia do Jeong.

Ele deixou um beijinho carinhoso na pontinha do seu nariz antes de dizer, os olhos semicerrados e um sorriso insistente que não deixava seu rosto de maneira alguma.

— Eu quero fazer essa festa durar a noite toda.

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[cornie-heesan]

Fuck around and Find out

Staring| Mark Lee x fem!reader (Ft! Yuta and a few other NCT members)

Prompt| “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”, “Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight on my cock”, “Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.”

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex (please for the love of god don’t), degrading names (whore, slut), impact play, edging, orgasm denial, physical restraints (ties), piv, consensual photo/video taken (not brought up in this but it’s consensual I promise), overstimulation, mean dom! Mark, voyeurism, mentions of alcohol, darcyphilia, I think that’s everything, if I’m wrong let me know!

Word Count| 3.1k

A/N: anything italicized is meant to show the use of another language (ex. Japanese/ Mandarin).

also, this is my first real fic and probably the first time I’ve attempted to write any kind of smut. please be kinda about it and message me if you find any mistakes!

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You’ve pushed your luck a little too far with your usually gentle natured boyfriend, but what can you say? Lust makes you do stupid things. Which is how you ended up here, tied spread eagle to the metal framed bed with various ties that hung in his closet. Your sex life was never dull per se- deep inside you just craved for something a little bit more than what it has been.

You prayed to whoever looked down upon you tonight to kickstart your plan for a little bit of spice- that none of the frat brothers tries to step foot into this house on a Friday night. It’s not like you could’ve made it all the way across campus to your apartment, you were just a little too horny for that.

“Ay, look at me.”

The slight sting of his fingers on your cheek makes your eyes roll back into your head and a moan falling from your lips at the sensation- god you were a whore for this man. His eyebrow shot up at the sound as he stalks closer to the bed staring at your naked form..

“Do I look like I’m messing around? Like I wont punish you for being such a slut?”

Your eyes open look at the hard set in his jaw and his tense muscles. He was usually so soft, gentle, loving- although right now he’s the polar opposite

“You really just had to dress in the sluttiest little shirt you had hm?” he growls pulling out a box you haven’t seen before “Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.” he finishes pulling out a vibrator…?

“Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight on my cock,” he switches on the vibrator before working it right between my legs placing it right against my clit making me shriek but I didn’t dare move. The sensation against your clit made the knot in your belly tighten and you started at your boyfriend wide eyed- scared that if you came too soon it would all be over.

“Oh,” he hums moving to the foot of his bed setting up the webcam from his desktop against some text books “Come as much as you want. Don’t move though- I’ll be watching,” he concludes before walking towards the door shooting a wink before leaving the room locking the door behind him.

“MARK!” you shout after the blue haired man that’s just left you tied to his bed however, the moan that left your lips was something rather unladylike at the sudden orgasm washing over your body. Burning warmth causes you to tense but not move your body because you didn’t want to lose this little unspoken battle between yourself and Mark.

You don’t know how many times you’ve come at this point- all you know is the tears streaking down your face means it’s been quite a few. Another orgasm pulls through your body making you shiver at the overstimulation

“M-Mark baby please!” you cry full on crying at this point “P-please, please come back! I’m sorry- sorry for teasing you, for being a slut!” not even thinking twice about begging for the return of your sweet boyfriend. Your body can’t go through with any more of the torture on your clit.

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Mark sits in the TV room in the empty frat house- something not that interesting in the background as he sits watching the live stream from his desktop webcam. He never realized how much he would enjoy spicing up your sex life- considering you’ve come at least 3 times from the painful overstimulation he’s caused you.

At first he was pissed that you’d come to a frat party with that little skirt on- even more pissed that you had the audacity to take the flirting coming from his slightly intoxicated roommate and best friend- Yuta. He dragged you from the neighboring frat house, grip tight on your arm as he got you into his shared room after making sure that nobody would be in tonight.

He’d fantasized about tying you to his bed- adding in a bit of a game to it considering how competitive you both were when it came to trivial things. The fact that he was indirectly causing you to be this overwhelmed made his body heat with lust- watching you cry and try your damndest not to move an inch even with the torture of the vibrator.

Mark wasn’t a complete idiot- he saw the way the Japanese man would eye your body or try to get closer to you under the guise that you were one of the few people he could speak to in his native tongue. Mark could see the lust in his eyes from a mile away, however you were a bit slow to the punch. Never thinking anything of it when it came to your boyfriends best friend.

“Mark?” the blue haired mans eyes were pulled from his phone meeting those of his best friend kicking his muddied shoes off his feet. Both men stay quiet for a moment hearing your desperate moans from three floors up “What’s up?” Mark asks as if that’s the most normal occurrence to happen in the frat house.

“Uh, should I leave? I can totally leave if you want me too.” Yuta is quick to start reaching for his shoes again, “Nah, nah. You actually came at a perfect time.” Marks smile makes Yuta hesitate for a second before he slowly falls onto the couch next to his friend.

Yuta’s face turns a similar shade of red that his hair is once his eyes land on his friends phone. There you were, someone he was lusting over- naked, restrained and in the midst of an orgasm. The picture was slightly grainy due to being on such a small screen “Help me get this on the TV would you?” Mark asks tossing his phone into the Japanese man’s lap before he turns to head somewhere else in the house.

He’s not serious is he? “Do it Nakamoto!” Mark’s voice drifts down the hallway making the latter fumble the phone before working on sharing the image to the smart TV.

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Yuta’s eyes embarrassingly stay focused on the flat screen in front of him- watching as his best friend opens the door to their shared room joining the picture of said roommates girlfriend shudders as another wave of pleasure takes over.

“P-please, Ma-Mark I can’t! It hurts!” you cry eyes begging for the Canadian man to stop the torture on your clit, “Baby, you look so good like this though!” Mark chuckles pulling his desk chair to the side of the bed- pulling the vibrator away from your overstimulated core. Your arms and legs strain against the ties holding you down trying to close your thighs.

A swift smack hits your thigh making you begrudgingly moan rolling your head towards Mark a playful gleam in his eyes

“We’re not done yet, sweet heart” he chuckles reaching for the webcam “In fact, we’re just getting started. Say hi to the camera pretty girl.” He hovers the camera in front of your face showing off your dazed, lust filled eyes off to his roommate watching the TV closely.

His hand squishes your cheeks as he stares down into your eyes “Say hello to Yuta baby,” Mark hums with a sadistic smile your eyes widen trying to shake your face free from his grip. Mark clicks his tongue against his teeth, “That’s not very kind sweetheart. After all, you sure liked having his eyes on you at the party.” his voice deepens as he adjusts the camera.

Yuta grunts running his sweaty palm down the leg of his jeans. Jesus he’s never seen Mark get so much as irked by you but now there’s a new sharpness in his friends voice. Something he’d only ever heard during video games or baseball. Mark’s hands reach for the ties restraining you to the frame of the bed adjusting your body to your hands and knees giving Yuta the prettiest sight of your little hole dripping with remains of your orgasms.

“Need your cock,” you moan hole clenching around nothing, Mark smirks resting his hands on your hips you whine at the long anticipated contact. He leans into you mouth ghosting over your ear,

“Beg,”

“PLEASE, Ma-“ you shriek mid sentence at the contact of his hand against your ass making you deepen the arch in your back. Mark shakes his head, “No baby I want to hear you beg for my cock- and how good I fuck you.” he explains out into the empty room before whispering in your ear “Preferably in Japanese, ya know so Yuta knows exactly who you’re a good little slut for.”

Another load moan travels through the house, “Please, Mark! I need your cock! Need you to make me cum!” Yuta’s dick twitches in his jeans the fact that you’re speaking Japanese in such a filthy way- almost like it was specifically for him. Almost- he knew better it was his friends way of teasing him.

“A desperate little slut you are, huh? Need my cock in your little pussy that bad?” Mark chuckles as he shoves his jeans down his legs bringing the fat tip of his cock to your dripping cunt, “Please!” you drawl fresh tears entering your eyes. Yuta couldn’t even be mad at his friend for singling him out- out of all the brothers who were constantly flirting with you.

You were perfect- not only in looks but in smarts. You were an ungodly kind of smart knowing pretty much every language NCT brothers spoke- made you seem more of a dream than an actual person to some of them. Yuta was by far the worst with the flirting- you were the only female at SMU that spoke Japanese and that just did something for him.

Mark lines himself up with your entrance with a knowing smirk on his face he bottoms out in your pussy with the same timing as the front door is shoved open. Yuta barely pulls his eyes from the screen to see Yangyang and Ten tripping over their shoes- eyes widening at the sounds simultaneously from the TV and the upstairs bedroom.

“Is that…. Mark and Y/N?” Yangyang shrieks quickly but haphazardly covering his eyes- he may or may not have peeked through his fingers to keep watching. The older of the two looks at Yuta with a cocked eyebrow “I didn’t set it up if that’s what you’re asking!” The faux red head jumps up “I literally came home and Mark was down here watching on his phone- then he just, just threw his phone at me and told me to put it on the TV!”

The two men join Yuta around the front of the couch, “Damn, I knew Y/N mentioned wanting to spice up their sex life… But damn” Ten turns his head analyzing the scene on the screen before falling onto the couch. It was weird seeing Ten so calm about this- considering that you two were attached at the hip platonically.

“Maybe this is a little bit of payback for all the guys that flirt with Y/N?” Ten suggests a knowing look on his face as he before anyone could speak a loud moan pulled their attention back towards the television. Mark had wrapped his hand through your long hair pulling your body away from the mattress- putting you on full display to the camera

“Fuck! Mark!”

The new angle has Mark’s cock hitting right at that spongy part inside that made fresh tears of arousal spill from your eyes- unknowingly to you, you had switched from Japanese to Mandarin. A grunt leaves Yangyang who blushes furiously- he was one of the youngest and here he was watching a girl he had a two week crush on get her brains fucked out.

This time the boys watching the TV couldn’t be bothered to notice when the front door opens again. A low whistle is let out before three more of the brothers join in on this little watch party- Jaehyun, Johnny and another one of the younger members Haechan.

“What’s going on?” Johnny asks scrolling through his phone like this is a completely normal thing to happen- “Ten thinks that this is Mark’s payback for some of us always trying to flirt with Y/N” Yuta grunts trying to cover his hardening cock (it didn’t work.)

“Dude, Ten flirts with her the most!” Jaehyun shouts watching the screen in disbelief “Yeah, but it’s mutual flirting. Y/N and I are platonic soulmates” Ten counters scrolling through his phone rolling his eyes at the other man.

“Yo did anyone else get a text from Mark to be here?” Johnny asks raising an eyebrow - everyone pulls out their phones to see that they in fact had the same text message from Mark saying that he needed everyone to be at the house specifically at 10 in the TV room.

The phones are forgotten when Mark’s voice cuts in from the television “Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me?” Mark hums leaving dark love bites along your throat as you nod quickly making him tsk “Need your words sweetness.”

“Yes! Gonna come Mark, please!” your sobbing, drooling all around fucked out by the Canadian man behind you. He smirks completely stopping his hips behind you making you cry out but his hand squishes your cheeks together making you stare into the webcam- everyone in the watch party embarrassingly hard from the sudden dominant personality from their friend.

“I think you might have a few more people to say hi too. Maybe they might be the reason you’ve been such a whore lately,” You whine again trying to fuck yourself back onto your boyfriends cock- he squishes your cheeks tighter, flesh pinching between your teeth.

“I bet Yangyang, Johnny, Jaehyun, Haechan and Ten are loving that they get to watch you act like such a little whore for me,” Mark’s hips draw back as he sends a hard thrust upwards- the squelch of your pussy making the six men moan in unison- god where were they going to get their porn fix now? After watching this everything else is going mid at best.

The hand gripping your face travels down your body until Marks callused fingers reach for your clit with a swift smack- a squeal leaves your bruised lips as you try to get away from the overstimulation. Your boyfriend laughs- it’s almost sinister compared to his typical giggle as he’s pulling your body back as he falls onto his back on the mattress.

He props his feet flat on the mattress, hooking your legs over his knees both arms wrapping around your waist. The angle gives the men downstairs a perfect view of your pussy fluttering and creaming around Mark’s cock. Haechan has non discreetly pulled his dick out of his pants jerking himself off to the video in front of him.

Yangyang’s grey sweats have a dark stain in the front as he bites his hand trying to cover the fact that he’s come untouched. Jaehyun, Johnny and Yuta palm themselves through their jeans. Ten finds the whole thing hot- again he and you are platonic soulmates- he’s just here to be a witness to the downfall of his four other friends. Plus, he needed to remember everything so it could be spoken about on your weekly boba dates.

They sit in a mildly uncomfortable silence- Mark gives no warning as he begins fucking up into your pussy again. From the angle you could just about see where Mark’s dick is reaching into your cervix with a hint of a bulge in your belly every time he snaps into you.

You’re a babbling mess, incoherently switching between every language that your brain knew. Moans, cries- every sound in between leaves you as Mark fills your ear with absolute filth that would cause an entire church to spontaneously combust. The knot in your belly is tightening all over again- you couldn’t even remember which orgasm your were on.

“P-please! Please Mark! Fill me up- I promise I won’t flirt with them again!” Your rambling now begging your boyfriend for permission to come, begging him to fill up your little hole. You were such a whore for him. Mark moans- you haven’t asked him to come inside you before, usually it’s in your mouth or somewhere on your body. Lucky for you both your religion was making sure you regularly took your birth control- because you never used condoms with your latex allergy.

With a few more thrusts you’re coming- squeezing Mark’s cock as your arousal leaks from your body, coating yourself and Mark. The grip your pussy has on him makes him moan loudly as his own high overcomes him. Coating your walls deliciously. Your constant contractions around Mark makes him pull out of you to allow a front row view to his friends.

His cum leaking from your pussy as your body spasms from the aftermath of your final orgasm of the night. Mark slides out from underneath you as he smirks at the camera once more before quickly disconnecting it.

He’s quick to fall back into his loving boyfriend mode, gently moving the hair covering your eyes. You’re breathing quick staccato but a happy little smile gracing your lips-

“You did so good, baby” he murmurs peppering your face with little kisses making you giggle “That was the best sex we’ve ever had,” you sigh dreamily “but, I think it’s about a once and every 12 months kinda deal,” Mark snorts at you before quickly lifting you away from the soiled bed.

“Let’s get cleaned up,”

………………………………………………………………………………

The room was silent after the television screen had gone black- no longer sharing any feed from Mark’s webcam. Yuta was staring wide eyed and overly turned on despite the sticky mess in his jeans. Same could be said for the other frat brothers who had half drunkenly stumbled into the house- Jaehyun, Yangyang, Ten, Johnny and Haechan.

They had sobered up rather quickly

Imagine their surprise when they walked into the house seeing their Japanese brother watching their gentle mannered Canadian brother fucking his girlfriend like he wasn’t being broadcasted downstairs. It was meant to prove a point to them. Maybe it was the smirk that Mark had thrown the camera as he pulled out of your used pussy knowing damn well he’d gotten his point across to the brothers.

Or maybe it was the look in his eyes the ‘Fuck around and find out’ eyes daring any of them to mess with is girl again.

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[blu-joons]

Abandoned ~ Jeong Yoonoh

The silence in the car was tense to say the least as the two of you began the drive home from the restaurant to your apartment. The afternoon had been nothing but disastrous for you, whilst Yoonoh beside you had had a great time catching up with so many of his family.

Whilst they were all over the moon to see him, the same couldn’t be said you. Since day one his family seemed to be off with you but tonight more than ever, there were more subtle comments, sly digs, and plenty of stares heading your way.

Despite how loud several of them were, Yoonoh didn’t notice once. You were sure that he heard everything that was said, but all he could focus on was keeping the peace, despite how much that ended up hurting you as you pleaded for the end of the dinner to arrive.

“We have to make sure that we don’t leave it so long next time,” Yoonoh spoke up, breaking you out of your silence, “there’s nothing that I love more than spending time with those guys.”

“I wouldn’t mind leaving it a while,” you muttered in reply to Yoonoh.

He took his eyes away from the road momentarily as he listened to you speak. He was surprised to hear a bitterness in you, expecting you to agree with what he had to say, but instead you just seemed to dismiss him, happy to have as little to do with his family as possible.

“What makes you say that?” Yoonoh asked in confusion, “I thought you got along with everyone.”

You couldn’t help but allow your eyes to widen, struggling to believe what Yoonoh thought. You weren’t quite sure what dinner he was at, but it sounded like he was at a completely different one to the one that you had had to uncomfortably sit through.

“Are you for real?” You asked him, shifting in your seat to be able to look across at him driving. “I humoured everyone Yoonoh as they bashed my home country, mocked my accent and impersonated all of the things that I do differently to you guys.”

“Did they?” He quizzed, shrugging innocently across at you, “are you sure they were doing that?”

“Why are you defending them? I know that you saw exactly what they were doing for yourself.”

A soft sigh came from Yoonoh, perhaps he had picked up on a few things, but the table wasn’t the place to start a fight. “I’ll talk to my family next time I see them, but there’s a time and a place to call these things out Y/N, a respectable restaurant isn’t it.”

Your head shook at how quickly Yoonoh seemed to dismiss you. “It’s not just been tonight Yoonoh, your family and friends have done it from the start. You pretend to understand to my face, but you don’t, otherwise you’d say something. I’m not a puppy that you can toy with to please others.”

“They’re my family, it’s not easy for me to start trouble with them.”

You continued to fail to believe what you were hearing, reminding him who you were in his life too. Of course, Yoonoh knew that you played a big role in his life too, but he felt as if he was being pushed and pulled in two completely different directions.

“I’m sorry if you feel like I should have defended you tonight,” Yoonoh began to tell you, “but you’ve got to see it from my point of view too Y/N, it’s hard for me to tell them to stop when they probably think they’re being nice.”

“They’re being hurtful towards me,” you hastily corrected, “and if you can’t see that then I wonder what on earth I’m doing here away from home.”

He didn’t quite know what to say in reply to you, stuttering several times. He appreciated that you were hurt, he was too, knowing that his partner and family didn’t get along.

As his hand came across to rest against the top of your leg, you didn’t react either. “You can’t just give up like that and start threatening to go home Y/N.”

“Why not?” You chuckled back across to Yoonoh, “why should I have to stay here when I get humiliated and constantly left to feel as if I’m all alone?”

It hurt him tremendously to hear how upset you were, annoyed at himself that he hadn’t noticed it earlier back at the restaurant. Yoonoh presumed that you were laughing it off like he was, but he couldn’t have been more wrong.

“You’re not alone,” Yoonoh tried his best to assure you, “I know that I’ve messed up, and I should have told them to stop, but you’re never alone living over here.”

You remained silent as your attention turned to out of the window, letting go of several deep breaths to let Yoonoh know just how disappointed you were.

“I promise that I will speak to anyone who has done something to upset you over here and get them to stop,” Yoonoh whispered, “I don’t know why they do it, whether it’s to try and make you laugh or feel welcome, but it’s obvious that whatever they’re trying to do isn’t working.”

“What’s to say that they’ll listen to you Yoonoh? They probably all think that you think it’s funny too because you’ve never told them anything else.”

He knew you had a point, as hard as it was for him to hear. There was nothing that he could do to make up for how uncomfortable you had been left feeling before, but there was plenty that he could do to make you more comfortable in the future.

“I’ll try my best to make them realise what they’re doing and how it makes you feel. I can’t promise that I’ll get them to stop or that I’ll be able to change their opinions of you, but I do promise to make sure that every single one of them knows how much you mean to me and how I don’t want them to make you feel like this.”

Your head nodded as Yoonoh spoke, you still had a few doubts, but for the first time Yoonoh sounded sincere about making life much easier for you around his family.

He knew he should have never laughed from the start, unintentionally encouraging his family to do it more. He wished that he’d spoken up on the few occasions when he did see and hear things that didn’t sit completely right with him too, but instead he just assumed that you would ignore like he always did.

“Next time we meet up with my friends and family I’ll make sure that I watch them closely,” Yoonoh promised you, squeezing gently against the top of your leg.

“There’s still a chance that they won’t listen,” you reminded him, slowly turning your eyes across the car from the window to Yoonoh by your side.

His head nodded regretfully, “I imagine if I call them out on it and embarrass them in front of the rest of the family they’ll soon stop, I promise you.”

Whilst his family were close, they hated messing in front of the other members. Although you weren’t a member by blood, you were absolutely a member of Yoonoh’s family, and he wanted them to treat you right.

“Just trust me and I’ll make sure that they, and me, are more aware of you and not hurting you,” Yoonoh whispered, “ one way or another I’ll fix things.”

“I’m sorry if I’ve put a downer on how you felt the evening went,” you told him, “I know you thought that it went well.”

“No, you did the right thing, I’m glad you told me Y/N.”

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[yunohentai]

The house was drowning in the smell of liquor and dark fleeting lights, it was so great. The alcohol and cigarettes were dancing in everyone’s head. All of them were too high to do anything except them. She was sipping diluted vodka and he sat next to her squeezing her thigh and sipping his beer. Everything between them, even the air was shouting ‘sexual tension’ but they were avoiding the elephant in the room because they can’t just disappear from their friend’s party. But oh boy. How she wanted to drag Jaehyun to the bathroom and just kiss him like an animal and he wanted to just pin her to the wall in front of everyone. They knew the constraint wouldn't last long. “Hey, I’m going to the bathroom.” She said to him and got up, she bit her lip subtly and left. It was clear that he’d follow up in a few seconds. 

A few minutes later when everyone was totally high and dancing, he sneaked upstairs, to the bathroom while looking around and making sure no one sees him do so but soon he was pulled inside a room by his shirt as she started to kiss him hungrily while he locked the bathroom door. Her hands were wrapped around his neck as they ranged higher towards his hair when he bit her lip, making her gasp and allow him to push his tongue into her mouth. The bathroom was filled with the sound of their soft gasps as the two tried to take in some air while hungrily pushing each other’s tongues around. His hand was around her neck as he squeezed it while his other hand rubbed her ass. Jaehyun then pinned her to the wall and pulled away. “Oh- God.” She whispered between ragged breaths and smiled at him. “I want you.” She whispered, fighting for air. Those words always got to him, he could feel himself get harder as he watched the view in front of him. Her lips were glossy with his spit and her breasts softly bounced with each breath she took. 

He then started to kiss her neck and softly bit it, looking for the perfect spot and the moment he found it, he abused it. Moans were spilling out of her mouth as she pressed her hands to her mouth to keep quiet. She then grabbed the collars of his shirt and pulled him to her lips again, giving him a soft kiss and then slowly getting rid of his shirt and throwing it somewhere. He untied the back of her crop top and unzipped her skirt letting the both of them fall around her feet. Jaehyun caressed her breasts through the material of her breasts and took it off too, he continued to kiss her and rub her nipples as she then pulled away and slowly got down on her knees. 

She looked up at him with doe eyes and started to undo his belt. “Don’t look at me like that” He said as a soft grunt came out of his mouth, she shrugged and dragged his pants and gray underwear, letting his proud cock out as she looked up once more and kissed the tip. He sucked in a soft breath as she then started to lick and suck the tip, slowly moving forward and taking more of it inside her mouth. But he was growing impatient as grunts left his mouth, he gripped her head and looked into her eyes. “If it hurts let me know” he whispered and started to move his hips, thrusting inside her mouth. Low moans left her mouth, sending vibrations through him. He noticed how her underwear was sticking to her. “You’re so wet, God.” Jaehyun whispered while continuing his movement as she sucked it and rubbed her tongue to his tip, sending him over to the edge as she grabbed his thigh when he reached deep into her throat. “Oh- fuck-” he then came in her mouth while breathing hard as she pulled away. 

She looked up into his eyes as she then gulped it all down and then she cleaned his dick by licking all of the fluids on it. “You’re such a slut.” He said and picked her up, pushing her against the wall while his fingers were ghosting around her wetness. “ I plan on being one, Only for you” She said as he pushed his finger inside her, while rubbing her clit with his thumb, she kissed him and moaned into his mouth, making sure he consumed them. He slowly thrusts his fingers in, adding more and increasing his pace. The sounds of sloppy movement and gasps were surrounding them, as he slowly pulled out his fingers making her complain at the emptiness but he quickly turned her around and pushed her to the wall. He kissed her neck and back, as her perky breasts were pressed to the wall. He pushed her legs apart and slowly touched his tip to her aching warmth. “I missed your pussy so much.” Jaehyun and grabbed her hands and pushes them above her head, and pushes his dick inside her. He lets her get accustomed to the size while rubbing and squeezing her breasts with his other hand. 

“Start moving!” She demanded and jiggled her ass a little with need, making him smile. “As you wish” he whispered in her ear and bit her earlobe. Now, she felt euphoric even though they've fucked too many times already but he never fails to make her feel this way. His dick is deep inside her, rubbing and hitting her spot with every thrust and she’s moaning with her face pressed to the wall while he bites her shoulder. Oh that’s definitely leaving a mark. God how she loves Jaehyun and how he fucking loves her or loves fucking her.

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[writemekpop]

Confession (Part 1) | Jung Jaehyun & Nakamoto Yuta

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader, Yuta x Reader

Summary: Ever since you became pregnant, Jaehyun won't fuck you. You turn to Yuta for a shoulder to cry on... that becomes something more.

Genre: Husband!Jaehyun, serious angst, suggestive, borderline abusive behaviour from Jae tbh, bad boy college friend!Yuta

Word Count: 1.2k

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 💋

“Jessica! Riya! No, no… Alina!” 

Jaehyun shook his head, frowning. “Let’s keep thinking.” 

You snuggled deeper under the covers. “But Jae, we only have three months left till the baby comes! We need to think of a name.”

“Hmm… how about Maya?” Jaehyun said.  

“Maya Jung…” you paused. “I like it!” 

Jaehyun placed a kiss on your forehead and shuffled back to his side of the bed. He picked up his book and started reading. 

You watched Jaehyun as he became engrossed in his book. His chestnut brown hair curled handsomely over his forehead, and his biceps bulged under his T shirt. Your stomach fluttered with need. 

Jaehyun hadn’t seen you naked since the pregnancy had changed your body, but right now, you couldn’t care less. You hadn’t been together in so long – you’d almost forgotten the feeling of him inside you. 

You leant as close as your swollen belly would allow. 

“Jaehyun, put your book down. Mama needs you…” you whispered. You trailed your fingers up his arm, over his collarbones, to his soft lips.

Jaehyun pulled your hand away. “Not now, Y/n.”

You sighed. “Come on, baby…” “I said not now,” he snapped. 

“You’re never in the mood anymore!” you returned. 

Without even looking up from his book, Jaehyun muttered, “Can you fucking understand English? Not. Now.” 

Frustration bubbling up, you snatched the book from his hands and chucked it onto the floor. 

Jaehyun frowned, but before he could say anything, you smashed your lips onto his and kissed him. 

You shuffled closer, and pulled your night dress over your head. The cold air made your nipples stand up.

Jaehyun’s eyes raked over your naked body… and a light shudder of disgust ran through him. 

Before your pregnancy, Jaehyun would look at you like you were the Mona Lisa. Everything had changed. 

You followed his eyes to a maze of stretch marks that started on your hip and went up to your swollen belly. 

“I’m like a tiger,” you said, trying to lighten the mood.

Jaehyun gave you a tight smile. 

You crossed your arms. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

Jaehyun blinked. “If we have to do this… can we turn off the lights first?” 

You frowned, but turned off the lamp anyway. 

You pushed the niggling feeling of dread in your stomach down and curled your arms around Jaehyun’s shoulder. Then you kissed him, hard. 

You felt Jaehyun’s hands skirt tentatively over your tummy. Disappointingly, he didn’t move his hands any lower. 

Jaehyun stayed stiff, unmoving, barely kissing you back.  

You were beginning to get impatient. You reached into his lap and slipped your hands inside his boxers. To your surprise, he was completely soft.  

You struggled to hide your gasp. 

In the ten years you’ve been with Jaehyun – four years of college and six years as husband and wife – he’d never been unable to get an erection. 

“Is something… wrong?”

Jaehyun sighed. He moved you off his lap and switched on the light. 

“I just can’t get into it. None of the pregnancy books said you’d get all-“ 

“All what?” you snapped.

Jaehyun bit his lip. “All… bulgy.” 

You pulled the sheet over your body, cheeks burning. 

Jaehyun wiped the sweat off his brow. “Can we try tomorrow night?”

“We have Yuta’s party,” you mumbled. 

“Oh yeah,” Jaehyun said, shifting onto his side. “Well… good night.”

You sniffed. “Night.”

---

The next evening, you and Jaehyun went to Yuta’s house for his annual barbeque, a tradition he’d had since your college days. 

Yuta pulled the door open, smirking. His hair was jet black and spiky, and he had a beer in his hand. 

“It’s my two favourite people! Get inside!” 

Yuta greeted Jaehyun with a fist-bump-come-hug. 

When he saw you, his eyes lit up.  

Yuta kissed your cheek. “Long time no see, Y/n. Pregnancy suits you.” 

You felt a shiver of delight at his comment. But it was quickly squashed when you remembered what Jaehyun said to you last night. 

Yuta punched Jaehyun on the shoulder, grinning. “Can’t believe you knocked this one up… you always did have a crush on her, ever since that first lecture.” 

Your memories of that time were rose-tinted, like the colour of Jaehyun’s ears when he asked you out a week after college started. 

You pushed through the room, which was crowded with people from college, desperate to use the bathroom. 

You made it just in time, sighing with relief as you emptied your bladder.

As you were getting up to leave, you heard a voice.

You froze. 

The voice was coming from outside the bathroom door.  

“Don’t tell anyone what I’m about to tell you, okay?” 

It was Jaehyun’s baritone. 

“Yeah, man. What’s up?” The other voice had a lilting Japanese accent. Yuta. 

“It’s about Y/n.” Jaehyun said. “We’re having some… problems.”

You pressed your ear to the door, heartbeat quickening. 

“Nah, it’s nothing man,” Jaehyun said. “I’m just stressed about the baby.”  

You sighed in relief. Obviously, Jaehyun wouldn’t complain about your sex problems with someone else! He was a gentleman.

“Are you sure?” Yuta said. 

Jaehyun replied, “Well… don’t get me wrong, I love Y/n but –  I’m not… attracted to her anymore. She’s so… huge.” 

You stifled a gasp. 

“Damn, Jae.” Yuta said, chuckling. “Pregnant chicks not your thing?” 

“It’s not just the fact that she’s fat. Her skin’s all marked up, and her tits are so saggy. I just can’t… bring myself to have sex with her.”

You felt like the ground had caved in, and you were falling.  

“I don’t know what to tell you,” Yuta said, his voice uncharacteristically serious. “Have you tried… talking to her?” 

“Man, she’s so eager to get in my pants, I can’t get a word in. Honestly, it’s a turn off to see her so… desperate.”

Your head started to spin and you staggered backwards. Your hand caught the sink just in time, but you knocked soap dish, sending it clattering onto the floor.

“Who’s in there?” Jaehyun yelled. 

A fist banged on the door. You saw the bathroom doorknob rattle, and your heart pounded. 

Your voice was thick with tears. “It’s me.” 

The banging on the door stopped. “Y/n? How long have you – been there?” Jaehyun’s voice rose with each word.

You pulled the door open. Yuta and Jaehyun were staring at you. Yuta shifted awkwardly and Jaehyun looked deathly pale.

to be continued...

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[ayyysweetcreature]

jaehyun! as your boyfriend <3

pairings: non-idol bf! jaehyun x reader genre: lots of fluff combined with cracks!

hiiii! haven't written for jaehyun for so long and he deserves lots of love as always, so here you go! sorry for any grammatical errors, hope y'all enjoy reading this. happy birthday jaehyun! life might be full of stress, but with jamal, everything is going to be okay and we can always try again ♡ - N.

tuna tunAaaaaaaaa

yeah so let's get it

listening to y'all's favourite vinyls together is a must whether it's in the morning or late at night

if you guys are not at home don't worry he has his bluetooth speaker around him all the time hehe

oh!! lazy days with him is a chef's kiss

like you guys would do nothing at all for the whole day

but it wouldn't feel awkward at all like it's just a vibe bcus he loves his quality time with u

you guys would be trying lots of different kinds of hobbies and activities together too and they don't have to be the same all the time

like he would be playing basketball by himself and you would be sitting down looking at him playing it or doing something else

you could just lay your head on his shoulder and say nothing but his eyes would sparkle and his lips would rose into an idiot smile bcus hes in love with u

jae loves it when you play with his fluffy hair and squeeze his bread-like cheeks

would do the same for you too tho

u guys are besties in love with each other

he lovesss talking about random topics non stop and making random jokes from those memes that he suddenly remembers bcus hes purely random like that

he's a big big fan of inside jokes and memes

you could listen to him talking all day and night for hours (so do I)

imagine being able to listen to that rich deep husky colourful soft voice of him everyday i would instantly melt

he's so obsessed with you he would definitely spray his perfume on your (his) sweaters that you love to wear first before you could cus he knows damn well u love how he smells like

yeah yeah that's me jiteun nongdoeEe

jae wouldn't even hesitate to let you use his black card like on a one random day you found his black card in your wallet and you're like ???

"babe it's non-limit just use it for whatever you want to buy baby"

would buy you an airpods max headphone just so that u guys can have couple headphones together

might not look like he's into pda but he's soooo clingy with you whether there's people or not ehem (did you see how he hugged mark in their fact check practice vid-)

his lap is your favorite seat and it's free ♡

he's the type to play with your fingers and pull you into a very random but warm and tight hugs

he finds you so cute that he'd curl into a snowball and snuggle into your neck and be the little spoon in ur cuddles

lots of people find him serious and normal but nahh he's very goofy!! and no one is normal in nct ok

fact check

you can't mark me in your heart but u can mark my words

jae would spoil you with gifts too!! even if it's out of nowhere where it's not even your birthday or your anniversary

"I thought of you and got this for you" kind of guy

and also a "you told me you like this one last time so I got it for you" kind of guy

oh pet names!!

he would no doubt be the first one that made and saved lists of pet names for u in his phone notes

like he would get so excited and ask ur opinions on the pet names lists he's created while thinking of u

"what do u think of this one?? it's cute right?" "it fits u" "can i call you this?" "which one is your favorite?"

girlll you're my faaavoriteeeeEeee

"hey pookie bear"

"hey casper"

mirror selfies with each other!

he'd also have lots of your candid pics that he took and has it saved in his phone and film cameras hehe

would set your goofy pictures as his phone lockscreen wallpaper

there wouldn't be any days and nights where the two of u are not laughing, smiling and being random with each other

like being with jaehyun is seriously and genuinely full of pure joy and peace!! :')

might not have an ass but he's a competitive ass, he would neck slice anyone that comes in ur way trying to flirt with you

deep and heart to heart conversations with him would always feel warm, open and comfortable

he's your comfort, you're his comfort and the two of you would always feel so connected

would be the type to look into your eyes as he listens to you attentively while you're talking or speaking

like those kind of warm and lovely gaze

his ears would be burning red like cherry bomb but he doesn't care

also words of affirmation type of guy!!

loves it even more when you try to act disgusted by his romantic words

he would hold your hands while u guys watch a movie together and for the rest...I'll leave it up to ur imagination :)

random but fun and adventurous dates!! sometimes it can be a fancy dinner date but it can also be cute and fun like an aquarium date, food hunting, immersive art museum date or a chill picnic date at your shared cozy home

if you're having a hard time falling asleep, he would sing you lullabies or play that piano music box he bought in japan until you fall asleep

rockabye baby

he would be so so great at taking care of you! you're hungry? he's a great cook, you hurt yourself? he's running to you to save you although he himself is clumsy af

I feel like he's also very attentive and observant

for example, you're eating and the sleeve of your shirt is on top of your food, he would notice it and pull it up without saying anything

he's genuinely all smiley and laughing only when he's with you and his loved ones fr

some ways to make him all smiley and laughing? just imitate the way he laughs or the dance mistakes he made during their group performances (like yk the iconic favorite performance ;))

and he's a menace he wouldn't even hesitate to tease you back like how he would tease doyoung with jungwoo

the more you get annoyed by his teasings, the more he'll fall in love with you

loves to get nagged by you everytime u told him off about his cleanliness

and you can't stop him euhahahah

ay-yo

delulu is the solulu may your delulu come trululu

end of the surface just let the ride make it drive with its movEe

be quiet don't cry

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[kimberrysunwoo]

Carnivals & Lollipops

pairing: boyfriend!yuhno x reader

genre: fluff

summary: you and yunho spend the day together at the amusement park

note: happy yunho day!! i was also listening to still with you by lee gong hi and yoo seung on repeat while writing this. hope you enjoy!

walking into the fair, immediately being pulled by your tall boyfriend, yunho, and straight into the gift shop. buying yourselves matching headbands and a giant lollipop.

“yunho, we don’t need two, one is already big enough” you said as he tries to push another lollipop into your hands.

“fine, but if we only get one then we have to share!” yunho said jumping around at the thought of being able to share a sweet treat with his partner.

getting out of the shop, your first stop: the carousel. before the ride began, both of you taking pictures on the horses with your lollipop and headbands plus silly selfies all throughout the ride. laughter emits from your boyfriend as you stumble to get off from being dizzy.

rollercoasters are a must with yunho, so you guys end up in a forty-five minute queue for the tallest attraction there. nevertheless, those forty-five minutes are well-spent as you guys finish off your shared lollipop and dance around. since yunho can’t seem to keep still from the excitement so he ends up back hugging you while walking in line.

once seated, obviously in the first seat, your hands are clasped super tightly. hearts pounding, once the drop comes both of you scream nonsense at the top of your lungs. when the ride comes to an end, both of you laughing at what you guys said in the case of if you guys didn’t make it.

“i can’t believe you said that you would rather resurrect as a worm! what made that even get in your head?”

“that’s because i know you would still love me if i was a-“ then your very serious conversation is interrupted because you had made it to the front of the line to the food court.

~

sinking into the chair of the cafeteria, feet finally getting to take a break and enjoying your refreshing slushy and food.

you take a break and walk around the beautiful theme park and going on silly rides such as the teacups and the pirate ship.

going home on the last bus of the day, while sharing earbuds with yunho was unbelievably calming and a great way to end your fun time together. being one of the very few people on the bus this late at night and watching the street lights zoom past your view. starting to feel drowsy, you slightly rest your head on yunho’s arm. eyes drooping shut, and dozing off with your boyfriend’s warmth radiating off of him.

“sleep well, my love.”

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[allaboutthedongs]

Jaehyun's multiverse continues, Jaehyun as Leon Kennedy from "Resident Evil" 🥴

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