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lovelyminnieee · 2 years

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Fate's Hands - L.J

Pairing: Chemist!Jeno x Architect!female reader

Genre: Angst, fluff Warnings: Infidelity, alcohol (if u squint), Cruel fate, insecurity, reader almost gets sexually assulted, forbidden romance, hard emotions. Words: 18K Notes: this bitch is back with a fic for all of yall that stood by the starvation for a while. Giving Jeno and Y/n thoughts because why not. This is Jeno This would be Y/n

Taglist: @fuckinguselesslove @ashesandfanfics @mi-rae07 @rteii ______________________________________________________________

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I love you,” you kissed Jeno’s cheek. He nods, watching you leave with a smile on his face. The moment you leave his sight, he’s in despair again.

His professor had sent a recommendation to one of the companies he wanted to work at, and they’d got back to him. He got a letter that morning, and like any other human who’s curious, he opened it. They said that after reviewing his application and performance in school, the company decided to include him on a year-long internship program. They wanted him to come join after the graduation, which was in two to three weeks.

It was one of his top three companies, and he couldn’t be happier. He was definitely going there. He’s been dreaming of this for so long, so what’s stopping him?

You. He can’t leave you. He’s fallen so in love with you, and he wanted you to be there for him and he wanted to be there for you. But he doesn’t know if that’s possible. He hasn’t told you yet, and he doesn’t want to. But he knows he has to because the sooner the better. Graduation is in weeks, and you still don’t know.

How the hell was he supposed to tell you? ————————————————————Jeno’s currently waiting for you at his dorm, and he’s more nervous than when he confessed to you. How was he going to tell you? God, he’d forget everything the moment he sees your face. He’s even sent all his roommates away for the night, so it could just be you and him when he tells you this.

The doorbell rings and Jeno rushes to open the door, not wanting to keep you waiting in the cold.

“Hi,” he smiles. You smile back, letting yourself into his dorm.

“Where’re the others today?” you ask when you see the very empty dorm. Jeno sighs, tries to hide the emotions in his voice before he says, “I sent them out for the night so we both can have the house to ourselves,”

“Is everything okay?” you turn around to look at him, and Jeno has to smile quickly. “Everything’s fine, you don’t have to be so panicky,” he quickly places a kiss on your forehead.

You’re concerned. It’s not that you haven’t been noticing, but you’ve just been letting it slip past you. He’s been extremely distracted whenever he is with you. It’s not just when he was with you, but it especially stood out when he was with you.

You sit on the counter and watch him place the pasta into the plates. You’re staring at him with an abnormal intensity, but you can’t help but notice his features. His dark brown brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to make the pasta placing mess free, the little pout on his pink lips that you know too well.

He’s so cute.

When Jeno notices you staring at him, he can’t help but feel concerned. Did you finally catch on?

“And I’m done,” Jeno throws the pan into the sink. He looks proud of his work and you can’t help but smile at his face.

“Sit down, I’ll get the drinks,” you tell him and he nods before he sits down on one of the stools opposite from yours. You reach into the cabinet where you assume the wine would be in, and you’re proved correct. You pull out the red wine from the cabinet, grabbing two glasses together with it.

“I’ll take that,” Jeno scoops the bottle of wine from your hands and pours a little into both the glasses separately. It’s such a comfortable silence in the house, and your heart is finally light. The finals have been getting to you.

“How did you do in the finals?”

“I think I did well. I’m not sure, physical chemistry has to be my least favourite branch.” Jeno mumbles, a cute frown covering his lips.

“I’ve had to do so much theory, I hate it. Practicals are so much better when it's architecture,” you say, poking at your food.

The rest of the dinner goes by with so much conversation, but you can tell Jeno’s holding something back as he talks.

“What’re you going to do after you graduate?” you ask, leaning against his chest on the couch as a movie plays on the tv. Both of you haven’t been paying attention to the movie, just the conversation with each other.

Maybe it’s time Jeno finally told you.

“I have to tell you something,” he speaks, sitting up. He pauses the movie and sits up straight, jittery.

Your brain is screaming at you that it’s bad news and that he’s going to say you need to break up.

“So…my professor put in a recommendation to one of the companies I wanted to work at. We’re pretty close, you know him,” Jeno starts, and you nod.

“So uhm, on Monday morning, the company sent me a letter. And like any curious man, I opened it,” you hum, heart beating wildly in your chest.

“I got accepted into their one-year internship program.” Jeno smiles, and you smile too. That wasn’t that bad now, was it?

“Wow, I’m happy for you, Jen,” you smile, genuine happiness shining on your face. Your boyfriend was finally going to do what he wanted to, you were so happy for him.

“But–”

Oh no there’s more.

“They need me to join after graduation, and they are in a completely different country. I-I’m gonna need to move halfway across the world to join them,” you know where this is going, yet you listen.

“I have to leave for Amsterdam to join them since that’s the office they want me to join at. I-I can’t leave you here, I don’t want to.” he says quickly after, his hand reaching for yours.

“So you’re leaving in two weeks time?” you finally speak, your voice extremely controlled of all emotions.

“Yes. I want to try long distance with you, I can’t leave you here, Y/n.” Jeno speaks, his hands wrapped tightly around yours. You slump onto the couch, thinking.

He didn’t tell you until the last possible moment, but that’s off the list. He was going to leave for Amsterdam, halfway across the world for his dream, and he’s going to have to leave you. You’re going to lose him. Long distance is great, but it doesn’t work for you, you don’t know if your relationship can stand the pressure.

“I don’t even know if I should go-”

“You should go.” you mumble at last. Jeno looks up from his lap, teary eyed. God, he really doesn’t want to leave you.

“You need to go, I don’t want you regretting it later.” tears fill your eyes. There are just two more weeks, just two weeks more for him to leave.

“I can’t leave you, Y/n.”

“I can’t do long distance, Jeno. it’s never going to work, it’s just gonna throw both of us into misery. Its–” you swallow in an attempt to hold tears back.

“It's better if we both end it with you leaving. But until then, I need you with me. I need you to be with me, just for the next two weeks, please.” your voice cracks slightly, and Jeno’s heart thrums. It hurts so much, more than he expected it to hurt.

“I want to stay with you until the end, Y/n. I’m not going anywhere.” Jeno pulls you into his arms, and your tears fall free immediately. It’s not just your tears that fall, Jeno’s too. He holds you tighter than he’s ever held you before, so close to his heart, so close to him.

“I don’t want to leave you, please.” he clutches onto your sweater, and your heart hurts. He’s worked so hard for this, he deserves it. He can’t not leave just because of you.

“We’re going to find each other again, I promise.” you whisper, tears running down your cheeks.

The next two weeks passed as if there was a timer on happiness. Jeno and you did and tried everything you could have possibly wanted to do together, everything on both your lists. Everytime he smiled, you stared at his face to imprint him into your mind. You want him to stay but hell, he had to go. If you ever told him not to, he’d rush to cancel his ticket. Because he’ll do everything to have you next to him. It would be so selfish of you to ask him to stay.

You watch Jeno pack his bag, trying to hold back tears. Your heart felt heavy and all the weird emotions had you choking inside. You sigh shakily, trying to hold back from telling him not to leave.

“Did you pack the blue hoodie?” you ask quietly, and Jeno turns around with a sigh.

“I’m leaving it here, it’s yours now,” he tries to smile, but seeing you all sad like this isn’t helping him. He sits down next to you on the bed, taking your hand in his. He caresses it softly, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

“I don’t want to go, not if it’s without you,” he says and you look up from your lap in tears.

“You have to go. I don’t want you regretting it later, thinking about how many opportunities you’d missed because of someone who may or may not be worth your time,” you wipe your tears.

“You’re always going to be worth my time, baby. I’m gonna miss you so much,” his hands find your face, and his lips find yours. You indulge in the most hurtful, sickeningly sweet and loving kiss, tears finally breaking onto your cheeks.

“Touch me one last time. Make me remember your touch, your taste, your smell, please.” you touch your forehead with his, noses touching ever so lightly. Your hands wrap around his neck, holding him close. You already miss him so much.

“I love you,” Jeno whispers just as he kisses you once again. Maybe you two just weren’t fated together. ————————————————————

The ride to the airport was quiet. You’d gotten a taxi for the both of you since Jeno wouldn’t be able to drive you back to your apartment. Your hands are linked in tight with his, but both of you say nothing to each other. Your head leans on his shoulder, and he accepts it with a hand to your shoulder.

You know if you speak you’ll cry. You keep your lips as tightly drawn as possible as your thoughts go over each of Jeno’s touches from the previous night. His gentle, gentle touch, the whispers of I love you’s, and his soft kisses. You’re gonna miss him so much.

Jeno asks the taxi driver to park and wait a little bit for you. He pays the driver for the whole trip so you don’t have to, and that would be the last time he’d be spending money on you.

“I’m gonna check in, and then go through immigration and get on the connecting flight.” Jeno says and you nod, not trusting your voice to speak.

“Say something, please,” this time, Jeno’s voice gives him away. You look up at his tear filled eyes, and tears fill your own.

“I don’t want you to go, please.” you crash onto his chest in hiccups of tears, holding so tightly onto his coat. He gasps softly, choking his tears down. He holds onto you tight, kissing the top of your forehead ever so softly.

“I’m this far, I can’t go back now, fuck, if you’d said this a little earlier,” he hastily wipes away a tear. Your tears don’t stop, your heart hurts too much.

“You’re my girl, right? We will find each other again, if fate wants us together.” Jeno whispers and you finally pull from him to look into his chocolate eyes.

“Promise?” he can't look away from your pretty glassy eyes. God, you’re gorgeous. He doesn’t want to let go of you.��

“Promise. It’s in fate’s hands, baby, but I promise, if I have to, I’ll defy fate to get to you.” he holds your face, and you push up on your toes a little to kiss him. His hand wraps around your waist and kisses you deep, deep enough so you’ll never forget.

“I love you.” he whispers, and you nod, whispering the same words back. When his hands leave your waist and grabs his suitcase, you’ve never known a pain so deep. So deep it physically hurts you to watch him leave. You have to hold yourself back from crying when he turns around one last time with a smile, tears gleaming in his eyes.

“I love you,” he mouths as you mouth back the same, watching him disappear inside the doors. God, it hurts, it hurts so much.

All you ever wanted was him. When have you ever gotten everything you wanted? ———————————————————— Five years laterYou were the dream. The youngest employee of a big architectural firm, currently up for a promotion to team leader. If you make it, you’ll be the youngest one to make that position.

You’re picking at your fingers and skin while you’re waiting for the call from the higher ups as a confirmation for the promotion. You were up with three other people, and you can’t help but feel as if you didn’t deserve it. They were all old enough to be wise and responsible for their team but you? You’re not sure about yourself.

Your phone rings and you gasp, your heart beating wild. You pick it up and try to sound as chill as possible.

“Hello? This is Y/n,”

“Hello Ms. Y/n. Good afternoon. This is Secretary Kim,” the lady on the phone says.

“Hi secretary Kim, how can I help you?”

“I’m calling on behalf of the promotion. I’m sure you’ve been waiting for the news,” you can hear the smile in her voice.

“Yes, yes. I have been waiting. I’ve been so nervous about it,” you giggle, and she chuckles.

“You’re the youngest person who’s applied for the promotion, how nice,” you can hear a few pages flip.

“Always aimed high, can’t help it,” you giggle. She chuckles a little and then sighs, and you’re convinced of that moment that you didn’t get the job.

“Well, I’m happy to inform you that you’ve gotten the job,” you squeal, all that almost breaking into a scream. The laugh in the secretary’s voice tells you she was playing around with your mind.

“Congratulations, Ms. Y/n.” she says, and you can’t help but tear a little.

“Thank you so much, secretary Kim, thank you so much,” you thank her, your heart wild.

You got the promotion. God, you’re so happy, you’d hug anyone that you see on first sight.

“I have to go now, but congrats once again, Ms. Y/n.”

“Bye secretary kim, thank you,” and she declines the call.

You have to go pick up your new ID later that week, but hell, life was perfect. You got a promotion and a raise, you’re in the best of your relationship with your parents, your best friend is the best. You can’t say the same about your love life, because your current boyfriend was not it. He can’t make you finish, he likes everything the opposite of how you like it and he’s not willing to sacrifice. You’re not in love with him, you don’t know why you’re still with him in the first place.

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When you wake up the next morning, you’re confused. You just had a dream of your ex Jeno, who left for Amsterdam five years or so ago. It was his smile, just him smiling in his coat lab and glasses.

Maybe he’s made it.

The separation that happened still brings you to tears. You still miss him sometimes. But whatever, you need to go get your badge. Just a quick stop at work, that's it.

You get dressed and walk to the cafe nearby for a coffee, and think about maybe taking a walk around the neighbourhood. You grab your bag, almost forgetting to lock the doors when you leave.

“Hi Y/n, turning up to work?” The boy at the counter asks, and you smile.

“Morning, Mark. Gotta pick up a badge from work, I got the promotion,” you giggle, and Mark’s eyes widen.

“You got it? Congrats! Coffee’s on me today,” Mark bills your usual order, sending it to the back. Mark and you have been friends from when you moved into the neighbourhood about three or four years ago. Your orders and your likings are a memory to the boy, and he’s fun to hang out with. In all honesty, you’d rather hang out with Mark than your boyfriend.

He’s got a big smile on his face as he gives you your order, a cheesecake you didn’t order with it. You look at him questioningly, confused.

“You like cheesecakes, just take it, it’s on me,” he smiles. “Well aren’t you generous,” you giggle, and he laughs.

“I’ll buy you food, come over sometime later, I’ll call you,” you promise Mark, and he nods with a huge smile. You think you saw a dust of pink on his cheeks.

When you finally set out of the cafe for your office, it’s almost 30 minutes after. The office is close by, you might as well walk there. It’s been so long since you took a walk that long, and it’s nice to notice things you haven’t before, like the sale sign on one of the plots that was previously there, had disappeared. Good for the house, it’s been abandoned for a while now.

When you make it to the office, you expect it to be empty, instead, all of your team is there.

“Y/n!” Yuna turns around, running to give you a hug.

“Congrats to you, girl.” She says. “I didn’t think I’d get it for real,” you giggle and your best friend glares at you.

“There was no way that old hag was going to get the promotion. You’re young, and there’s a lot of gain for the company if they hire you so…it’s no surprise,” she says, and you have to stop yourself from laughing because the said hag is walking towards you.

“Congratulations, Y/n.” She wishes you, but you can tell that’s fake as fuck. The venom in her voice is so heavy.

“Thank you, Ashley.” You return. As she stares you down, your best friend intervenes.

“Thank you so much for your wish, Ashley, now fuck off,” she sneers, and the said Ashley scoffs before turning about and leaving. Your best friend is the only one bold enough to ask Ashley to fuck off because Ashley is almost ten years older than all of your team.

“Why’s everyone here?” You ask Yuna, and she sighs.

“Manager called everyone in because a VIP is coming in today. Our team got the work so we need to gather for a meeting. And you as a team leader weren't even called. What even is he doing,” she stares at the manager’s door. You really don’t feel like working today.

“I came in to collect my badge, Not to work. Tell the manager that I’ve got an emergency. They can’t do anything about it, it’s literally a weekend,” you grumble, and Yuna laughs.

“I’ll tell em, you go girl. Hurry before that witch comes back to snitch on us.” you nod, hurrying out of the office after collecting the said badge from the reception. It’s such a nice day, the sun bright and cheery.

You wonder what Jeno’s up to. You remember his words so clearly.

“It’s in fate’s hands, baby, but I promise, if I have to, I’ll defy fate to get to you.”

Maybe fate didn’t want you together. What a bitch.

Your phone rings, and you glance at it to see your boyfriend’s name displayed across the screen. You groan before picking it up.

“Hello?”

“Baby, congratulations,” he speaks, and you smile.

“Thank you, babe.”

“Let me take you out for today,” he says, and you desperately try to find something in your day as an excuse. You don’t want to lie, but you don’t want to go out with him either.

Mark, you said you’d call Mark later the day.

“Ah, maybe not today.”

“Why not?” he asks, and he sounds disappointed.

“Uh, I’ve got work today, Jihoon, I’m sorry,” you apologise. The thing is, Jihoon is good looking, he’s caring and he’s good to you. It’s just that you both have interests that often clash. He likes jazz, you like more mainstream. He hates dancing, you dance as a hobby. He loves to exercise, but you don’t like it. He’s exhausting to be with. He tries to force his love of jazz onto you, and no hate to jazz, but he makes you want to hate jazz, although you try to hold back from doing it. You guys are different in so many ways, and you always end up being the one who sacrifices your likings.

“Alright, I’ll call you later, love you,” he says.

“Hmm, love you too,” you cringe because god, only you know how big of a lie that was.

Hopefully, you’ll get over your guilt of not loving him soon because you can’t wait to break up with him, and you don’t care how mean that sounds. ————————————————————“Morning, Y/n.” your manager greets you, and you bow with a smile.

“Congrats on your promotion. Your team’s taking on a big one today,” your manager smiles, and you thank her before going into your office space.

It’s complete chaos in there, and you have to pause a minute before you register. People are running about left and right, the office is a mess, someone is crying in a corner, and the printer isn’t working. So much for the first day.

“Everyone, your attention please,” you catch all their attention. You smile gently, feeling the chaos calm a little.

“What’s up?” you ask, and someone from the crowd answers.

“There’s a VIP who needs immediate attention. He wants to remodel the house from across the street, he wants a few plans ready just for a showcase so he can choose his architect. His fiancee is worse. They’ll be here in an hour,”

Your head throbs from the information.

“Okay, here’s how it’s gonna go. Everyone print two to three of your best designs, and calm down. We don’t need to panic, if we don’t get chosen, we’re still gonna have our job, it doesn’t matter. Now don’t rush it, use the downstairs printer while I take a look at this one, go,” you give instructions, and the crew does seem to take a deep breath before moving again. It’s a lot calmer when they start moving again, and there’s a lot more air to breathe.

You’re proud of your crew for being so nice and obedient. In almost an hour, they’re all ready with their designs.

“Mr. Lee will be here in a few,” the receptionist pops in to inform you, leaving right after. You even bought the team some drinks so they’d calm down because honestly, you don’t understand why they’re so panicky about one job.

“Yuna, with me. We’ll greet him,” you call Yuna as you stand up from your chair, buttoning your jacket. Yuna nods, following your lead.

You’re caught up in a conversation with the receptionist as the couple walk in. Or so you think.

“Good morning, Ms. Seo,” the receptionist greets, and you turn around to a beautiful woman. She is absolutely stunning to look at. Her skin looks soft, her hair in the prettiest waves down one of her shoulders, perfect features. Whoever lucked her won in life.

“Hello, my fiance will be here in a minute, he’s just parking,” she smiles, and man, her teeth are in the best condition.

“Good morning madame, I’m Y/n, feel comfortable to refer to me casually. This is my coworker Yuna, and our team will be handling your requests.” you smile your brightest smile, feeling a little too self conscious. Your hair was tied up in a quick knot at the back of your head in the rush, and you forgot to take it out before you came out.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n. You too Yuna, thank you for taking this up, I’m quite grateful for your help,” oh man, she’s kind too. What a nice woman.

You hear the door open once again, and you get ready to meet the said fiance. When you look away from Seo, you can’t believe your fucking eyes.

“Jeno,” Seo smiles, reaching up on her toes to press a kiss to Jeno’s lips. Jeno slips the car keys into his jacket pocket while his lips are pressed onto his and when he looks up, he can’t believe his eyes.

What are you doing here? Well he figured you probably work here, but what was he doing here? What were you doing in front of each other?

“Y/n.” your name accidentally slips from between his lips. You look more than beautiful, you look gorgeous. Your hair was tied in the cutest knot at the back of your head, exactly how you always liked your hair when you were working. You looked so mature, so grown, like life had its way with you, and you looked absolutely beautiful in a work suit.

“You know her?” Seo asks, looking up at Jeno.

“We-” Jeno starts, but you know you have to finish it because he’s stupid like that. He’ll say that you’ve dated in the past and his fiancee will probably leave this company for some company else.

“We went to the same university.” you smile. Jeno looks so much older, more mature. His beige coat, you remember it as his best fitted colour after a certain pink suit that you’d gotten him back in uni, was fitted perfectly onto him, his cream sweater ever so pretty under the jacket. He looks taller than you remember, facial features more defined. All that cheek fat you remember doesn’t exist anymore. His eyes are just as chocolaty and deep as you remember.

“Oh, what a pleasant surprise,” Seo giggles a little. Jeno smiles, and something strikes your heart. You remember his crystal tears that remained in his eyes as he smiled just like this from the airport, the last time he ever smiled at you.

“Let’s get down to business, shall we?” you sigh, a smile following right behind.

“Yes, yes, sure.” Jeno says, following you into the meeting room. This was going to be one hell of a project. ————————————————————You introduced yourself as the team leader, and he couldn’t help but be fascinated at how well you handled the presentation. He was intrigued by a few designs but Yoonseo didn’t seem to like any at all.

Too small, too big, too wide, too long, only one floor, a floor too much, god, the complaints were endless. It just kept going.

The presentation eventually did end, and it ended great. Jeno liked every single one, but the one designing would be his to-be wife. She was currently sitting across from you, telling you all her demands. They were endless just like her complaints. But you were nodding with a smile, taking down everything.

“I think we can do that,” you assured Yoonseo, and she smiled, nodding. It looked to Jeno as if you were ignoring his existence, which is exactly what he should and would have done in this situation.

“Is there anything you would like to add, sir?” you ask Jeno, who looks shattered and shocked at the way you addressed him. He stumps for a second before he rushes to correct you.

“Y/n, just call me Jeno, please.” he sounds strained, and you’re not sure his fiancee picked that up.

“Okay, Jeno. Would you like to add anything?” This sounds so weird to you because you haven’t spoken about that name in years.

“No, no, she’s the one in charge, I’m here for moral support,” he laughs a little, and you force a smile. Why does your heart still hurt? The wound feels so fresh.

“Okay then, I’d get my team to work on this. Thank you so much for taking the time to stop by today, I hope we can fulfil your requirements.” you tuck a strand of hair back into its place, your fingers nervously fiddling with the pen in a certain way. Jeno knows it's something you do when you feel insecure, or you feel the need to cover up or hide behind something. He can guess it’s because of his perfect fiance, who looks like she walked right out of a dream.

“We’ll leave now, we really need to be somewhere else,” Jeno grabs Seo’s hand, and your eyes follow his hands.

“We’ll see you again soon, thank you…” you trail off as they leave the room. You need a minute after ignoring Jeno like that. You just ignored someone that you spent your entire life yearning for, hoping he’d come back for you. You’d forgotten him? Bullshit. You’d always hoped he’d come back for you because you were so done with your boyfriend and the men that life throws your way. Everytime you and Jihoon had sex, he wasn’t the one you imagined was between your legs, it was Jeno. Nobody could’ve and did ever touch you as good as Jeno did. You don’t remember moaning Jihoon’s name so loud he had to kiss you to shut you up, but you do remember the same thing that happened around five years ago with Jeno.

You remember the soft gasps and quiet moans on that last night, the way his hands, the same hands that held hers, held you so tight, his hips working into you gently. His whispers and promises of “I love you’s” and his kisses on your shoulders, the marks he left behind that felt so fresh on your skin.

He’s the only one who’s ever marked your skin, ever. You never let Jihoon or anyone else mark your skin. You remember staring into the mirror and crying as your fingers ran over the fading marks he left behind, the only thing he left behind other than his baby blue hoodie that you wore only on the nights you missed him too much. It was tucked away safely in an empty wardrobe so it wouldn’t lose its smell or be dirtied.

The smell has faded a lot, but it still remains a little bit. You love it.

“Y/n,” Yuna calls from behind, and you spin around to stare at her.

“Is everything okay?”

You nod, faking a smile. ————————————————————When Jeno finally gets home with Yoonseo, he’s mentally exhausted. He’s been with her for two years, and yeah, she’s always been a little picky. But today was the day he knew how picky she could get. Endless complaints on repeat, endless suggestions on repeat, endless demands that were honestly something more than both.

“Today was a busy day,” she sighs as she falls onto the couch. Jeno hums in agreement, leaving his coat on the hanger, joining her on the couch.

“Hey, about Y/n,” she starts, turning her head to look at him. Your name perks his ears, and his attention is caught quickly.

“Yeah?” Jeno replies, and he worries if he answered a little too quickly.

“How do you know her?” Jeno has to breathe and stop himself for a minute. He figured she can’t know that you’ve dated in the past, or even how serious it really was when you answered for him back in the office. You still know him oh so well.

“We were pretty good friends, when I got the internship letter to Amsterdam, we just eventually ended up growing apart,” Jeno tries to sound nonchalant.

“Really? Your relationship felt deep, I thought you dated her or something,” she says, and Jeno tries to laugh, just to brush it off.

“No, no, no, what?” he looks at her with a last laugh, and she looks at peace with his denial.

“Jen,” she calls again after a minute or two, and her voice sounds a lot more airy.

“Yeah?” Yoonseo never really liked casual nicknames, while he liked them a lot. He tried not to force them on her, but he’s grown a habit of holding back around her now.

She shuffles over into Jeno’s lap, and he’s taken aback. He looks up at her with confusion in his eyes, although he knew exactly where this was heading. She presses herself to his chest, lips inches away from his.

“Kiss me please?” She breathes onto his lips, and like any other man with an attractive woman, who also happens to be his fiancee, Jeno does exactly what’s asked of him. He kisses her. It somehow feels so wrong, so so so wrong of him to be doing. His mind is filled with you when it should be filled with her, and god dammit, he can’t do anything about it. ————————————————————It’s late at night when they’re finally done, and Yoonseo is fast asleep in his arms. He’s bare except for the sweats he has on, and Yoonseo with just her lingerie. He can’t sleep, although he’s way too tired to be up right then.

He can’t stop thinking about you, and it feels so wrong. He’s just had sex with someone he was going to marry and he was thinking of you? How stupid. He was only book smart, you were always the emotionally intelligent one in the relationship. Whenever he was going to take stupid impulse decisions, you were always the one who made him think twice.

He remembers your last kiss at the airport. The one last kiss you both shared and the way you stared at him until he was out of your sight. Your glassy eyes and red nose, the last look he ever took at your pretty face. God, he misses you.

And it’s wrong to miss you. So wrong to miss you when he’s engaged to another woman who’s perfect in every way and form, but he can’t help it. He misses the way your touches give him shivers, he misses the way you smile when he gives you a flower he found on his way to you, he misses you.

Fate is a bitch and there’s nothing he can do about it. ————————————————————He’s at your office again, and he doesn’t know why. His feet dragged him there, and when he asks the receptionist for you, he realises he’s really there asking for you. How did he get here, he doesn’t know.

“Oh, Mr. Lee, Y/n is in a meeting right now, I’m sorry, she might be back in about 15 minutes. Is it okay if you wait? Do you want me to go check how long it's going to take?” she asks, and Jeno nods. She excuses herself before leaving, and Jeno finds a chair to sit on.

“Y/n!” the receptionist calls for you, and you have to pause your explanation as you give a little bit of your attention to her.

“Mr. Lee wants to meet you.”

“Mr. Lee?” you’ve met an innumerable amount of Lee’s, believe it or not.

“Lee Jeno, he’s waiting for you in the foyer.” your heart drops. Your plan was to ignore him and treat him as a client until this project finishes up, and that was the only way you were willing to treat him. He’s got a fiance now, he didn’t come back for you.

“I’ll be there in 10,” you swallow thickly, trying to quickly finish the presentation on hand. You do end up finishing faster than you intended to, and you’re soon saying thank you and walking out of the meeting room.

You have to pause to fix yourself for a moment before you decide to walk into the foyer, your eyes meeting Jeno’s. It’s your first time being alone with him, and it’s just like that for him too.

When his eyes find yours, he’s awestruck. Your hair is down your back now, perfectly styled and you’re fitted into a pretty baby blue suit. You look stunning and god, he’s going to lose it.

“Jeno, what brings you here?” you smile, your heart in your throat. Your stomach is doing the same flips they always did with a trace of him.

“I- I just wanted to see you. Maybe catch up if you aren’t busy.” he says, and it feels so foreign. God, you hate the unfamiliarity.

“Uh-”

“You’re probably like super busy, I’m sorry-” and before he goes spiralling like he always does when he overthinks something, you stop him.

“I’m not busy, I promise. I’ve got a little bit of time left before I have to get back,” you figure taking a little break wouldn’t hurt. You’ll just tell the receptionist before you leave.

“Okay, cool,” he nods repeatedly, eyes faltering. You find that cute, but you know how wrong it is. He’s about to get married, for fuck’s sake.

“There’s a cafe just around the corner, what do you think?” you ask him, but Jeno couldn’t care less. He gets to listen to you talk for over just a few minutes.

“Okay, sounds good,” he agrees, smiling. He still looks like a puppy, no matter how much time goes by. You remind yourself that squishing his cheeks was not an option. ————————————————————

When you finally settle down on one of the tables in the corner of the cafe, it’s quiet. You’re just taking him in, his presence, his looks, everything. He’s wearing a blue jacket today, a white button up underneath. He’s a lot taller and more buff now, his hair is longer, and he’s the kind of handsome that women have always found attractive from the beginning of time.

“How are things?” Jeno’s nice enough to talk first.

“Uh, things are good. I work there now, youngest employee in a leadership role and whatnot,” you smile, and Jeno looks proud of you. It makes your heart flutter.

“Wow, that’s great. I’m proud of you,” he smiles, and his eyes shrink into crescents. He’s so pretty.

“How about you?” you ask, and he smiles.

“Leading chemist of our company. I’m being transferred here to manage a new branch opening in seoul.” he says, pauses for a little before he asks something else. “How have you been? The last few years were…” he trails off.

“I’ve been…okay. It was rough, but I have a boyfriend now.”

It’s still hard for me, I don’t know why you ever think you’ll be something easy.

Jeno’s heart stops for a brief second when he hears boyfriend. There are so many questions he wants to ask.

Are you happy with him? Does he make you feel like you’re worth everything? Does he love you? Do you love him?

“A boyfriend? Wow, that’s nice. What’s his name?” it shouldn’t hurt him, he knows. There’s no reason for anything like that to sting a little, but it stings. If anything, he’s got a fiance.

“Yoon Jihoon. He works at a law firm,” you nod, biting your lips out of habit. All this in circumstance hurts you so much, fate is unbelievably cruel.

“I see…” he trails off, thinking. He wonders if you remember the blue hoodie he left behind for you. Maybe you’d thrown it out, but the wound in his heart was so fresh.

“My break is almost over, I should get back now,” you mumble, and Jeno catches it.

“Yeah, yes, let me walk you back,” Jeno stands up just as you do, and you nod. You still had almost twenty minutes left on your break, but sitting here with him like this, you weren’t sure if that was helping you. It was moreover decimating your mental health.

The walk back to your office was almost all silent. You just wanted to jump into his arms and kiss him on the cheek and tell him you waited for him, and that’s exactly what he wanted too, no matter how wrong it was.

But to the both of you, it looks as if you didn’t wait for each other. Jeno came back with a fiance, while you had a boyfriend. It wasn’t right, wanting each other back.

“Do stop by our house later, Yoonseo wanted me to tell you that. Also…” he continues, but you’re disturbed by the mention of his fiancee.

“Sorry? I didn’t-” you sigh. Jeno presses his lips into a thin line and then smiles, shaking his head.

“Nevermind actually, it wasn’t important anyway,” he says, and you nod, sending him off with a bye.

Jeno knew asking if you were up for another coffee date was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. And he was somewhat relieved you didn’t hear it because he couldn’t stand repeating it one more time with that sinful mouth of his. Why was he asking you on another one? So evil of him when he knows you’re having a hard time with his arrival.

God, he wanted you so bad. ————————————————————You breathe out, standing in front of the apartment that Jeno had told you to stop by. Seo sent you the address shortly after, and you took an early leave before setting off to their apartment.

You ring the doorbell, heart beating in your chest. Fuck, you were going to pass out before they even opened the door. Why were you so nervous?

Maybe because Jeno’s here.

No. No no no no. no.

The door swings open and a messy haired Jeno stands there, lips pouted like a puppy. His hair was sent in all directions, and you just wanted to giggle before soothing the mess out for him.

Hands, please stay in place. Please listen to your brain for once.

You only get a few seconds to register him before he swings the door shut again, right in your face. What the fuck?

Jeno panics as he fixes his hair, pulls down his shirt and raises the way his pants sit on his waist. He makes sure he looks alright, he rubs his eyes a little, and tries to smile a little before he opens the door again.

Fuck, I closed it in your face.

“I am so so sorry, I didn’t mean to close it in your face, I’d just woken from a nap, I panicked.” his words come out mumbled, but you understand. You’d do the same if Jeno just suddenly showed up at your place too.

His hair was now settled, shirt tight on his torso, his grey sweats sitting right on his waist.

Grey sweats were and still is your weakness. He knows that.

“Come in,” he invites you in, and you gladly follow his lead into the home. The space is pretty, decorated, possibly interiored, in lava grey and white.

“Very pretty interior,” you compliment, looking around.

“Thank you, means a lot coming from an architect,” he says and smiles. Your heart skips a beat at his smile, the same moments from over five years returning to you.

His eyes grew into the prettiest crystals when he smiled, his teeth on full display, his nose scrunched. You never had enough strength in you to take that.

So you look away from the most beautiful sight. You laugh slightly, nodding.

“Uh, Yoonseo isn’t home yet. I don’t know when she’ll be home, she went out to attend a lecture. Although if you count how long I’ve been asleep, she should be home pretty soon,” he laughs again, and god, you feel your knees getting weak. The way he laughs, you want it imprinted in your mind.

“I see. I can wait,” you nod, trying to convince yourself that the man in front of you wasn’t attractive and that even after over five years, you still didn’t have feelings for him.

“Mhm, would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee?” you shake your head, smiling gently.

“Alright then.” he closes the pantry and walks to you, and he looks like he remembers something.

“Actually, I remember something particular from the presentation you did the other day, one of the designs. Would you mind showing it to me again?” he sits next to you, and you’re intrigued by his question.

“Absolutely not, just a second,” you pull out your laptop and start scrolling through your presentation, stopping at one design.

“Is this it?” Jeno moves closer to take a look, but shakes his head.

You switch the slide, and look at him for confirmation, and he shakes his head again. When you pull up the next slide and realise that it’s your design, you chuckle awkwardly before switching to the next slide.

“No, no, switch back, it’s that one,” Jeno points out with a pout on his lips.

His very pretty lips. No, no, Y/n let’s not get distracted.

“This one?” you switch back, and he nods. “This is my design, it’s not one of my best. I’ll show you bett-”

“I want to hear about this,” he looks into your eyes and your heart doesn’t listen to your brain as it skips a beat.

“W-well,” your heart starts racing, excitement running through your veins.

“Uh, it’s a two story house design with five…” you turn to look at Jeno out of habit, but trail off when you see how close his face is to you. He seems focused on the design, and when he notices you paused, he turns his head.

His lips are an inch or two away from yours, if you’d just accidentally moved, you could kiss him.

You could.

Jeno doesn’t move at all, he can feel your breath on his lips. He wants to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you in, kiss you. He wants to do the very thing he’s been craving for years.

But it's wrong. So so so wrong. So what?

You make him want to stray from his morals, you make him want to do things he would never do.

Your heart is racing in your chest, his breath is so so hot and heavy on your lips and you can’t think about anything but his lips.

His lips his lips his lips his lips so so so so so so close to mine his lips close to mine so close to mine so close to mine so close to just kiss him and devour him and remember his taste.

You’re gonna go fucking crazy.

“You drive me fucking insane.” Jeno breaks first, the words rolling off his tongue in such desperation.

Desperation for you.

You need to get your head straight. He’s engaged for fucks sake, but you can’t seem to move at all.

You’re paralysed in the spot, wishing for more. Wanting more.

“J-jeno we shouldn’t- this isn’t right- mmh,” your words get muffled by his lips, and you gasp.

You let go of everything, every moral, every string that was holding you together for good.

He’s finally in your grasp, in your hands, on your lips, even though it’s for a very short time.

You can’t bring yourself to care about how long when he’s finally here on your lips. You grab onto his shirt, tight grip. You’re pulling him in and you can’t have enough. His hands are on your face and your waist, he’s pulling you in deeper.

Jeno pushes you back onto the grey couch, your baby blue suit contrasting the colours to make the most beautiful sight. He pulls away when he feels your back pressed against his couch, just to look at you.

He's about to tell you how beautiful you are and kiss you again when he hears the keys beep and he immediately pushes himself off of you and stands up. You heard it too, so you sit up, and collect your things before you stand too.

When Yoonseo walks in, she’s surprised by your presence.

“Y/n, didn’t expect to see you here,” she smiles, throwing her bag onto the couch. You chuckle awkwardly, nodding. She looks at Jeno and smiles, going to him to place a quick gentle kiss on his lips.

“When’d you wake up?” she asks quietly and he forces a smile. “About thirty minutes ago,” he nods, and she smiles. Just as she’s about to kiss him again, you speak.

“You wanted me to come by?” you ask, and she nods.

“Yes, uh, I need to discuss something with you. Would you like to stay for dinner?” she sighs, her hand wrapped around Jeno. She looks tired.

“No actually, something came up, so I have to leave now. I’m so sorry, do you mind if you could stop by the office tomorrow? Or I can stop by the day after,” you suggest. You were just trying to get out of there, feeling Jeno’s burning gaze on you.

“I’ll stop by tomorrow, is that good?” she asks, and you nod, forcing a smile.

“I’ll text you the time,” you step out of the living room, stepping into your heels. You hurry out the front door, heart beating way too loud in your heart.

When you finally get into your car and close the door, you sigh. Leaning back onto the seat, you blink repeatedly, asking yourself if this is a dream.

What am I doing?

The reality settles in on you. You kissed someone who you have feelings for, the certain someone who also happens to have a perfect fiance with a perfect smile and perfect everything.

While you look like… this.

His words ring inside your head, and you want to fucking pass out.

“You drive me fucking insane,”

Who? Me?

Yes you.

Yes, me. He initiated the kiss. Does this mean he’s got feelings for me too?

Y/n, you’re overthinking. Stop.

Yes, I’m overthinking. Let’s just drive back home for now. ————————————————————

You drop your bag on the couch, exhausted. It’s honestly been a long day, and after that particular incident with Jeno, you haven’t gotten a break from yourself.

You take a bath and do your night routine like you always do, and try to get some sleep since it’s gonna be busy the next day.

But Jeno just won’t leave your mind. The more you try to get rid of him, the more prominently he runs around your brain.

The way his hand held your cheek, the way it held your waist, the soft but desperate touches, the way his lips moulded into yours, the way his body fit right into yours like it was always meant to be, fuck you’re going to disolve into thin air.

You don’t want to wreck a relationship. What if he loves her and what happened with you was just the heat of that moment. What then?

Nope, from now on, you’re just going to ignore him. Ignore him until your feelings dissolve into thin air. Yeah, sounds right. ————————————————————

The next day you turn up to work, you put extra care into your appearance. You put on some lip tint, and actually bothered to make your hair right. You don’t know why you did all that, but you felt good.

You felt weirdly better than usual. You felt bright, happy and like the day was going to be good.

“Good morning everyone,” you place several cups of coffee on your desk, your yellow suit bright in the morning light.

“Morning to you too, Y/n. What’s up with the eye blinding suit?”

“It’s a good day, the weather’s great too. Also, coffee for everyone,” you announce, and a round of applause echoes in the office. Everyone comes and takes their coffees, hums of satisfaction sounding from everyone.

“Is this a belated promotion happiness or did you fall in love again with someone else?” You search for the voice that said that, and you find Jaemin staring at you from a corner.

Ugh. Not this morning.

“Please shut up, I can’t take your negativity this morning, Na.” You say, taking a sip from your cup, iced americano running down your throat.

“Whatever, your choice, princess.” Anger bubbles in your throat.

“I have a name.”

“And I chose not to call you that,”

“I-“

“Ms. Y/n, Lee Jeno is here. Said you’d asked him to stop by.” The receptionist pops in to tell you. You nod, all the anger and annoyance burning away, being replaced by nervousness and excitement.

It’s like you were in love with him, all over again. You were always in love with him, but it felt different this time. That kiss didn’t feel wrong, and it should be normal between the both of you today, unless Jeno decides that he wants to talk about it.

“Okay, tell him I’ll be there in a minute or two,” the receptionist disappears out of your vision with a simple nod.

You grab the jacket that you left on the seat, and put it back on, making sure you look your sharpest and prettiest before you head to the reception.

“Y/n,” Jeno’s lips part. You can see the gears in his head working, fascination on his face. His eyes sparkle, standing up.

You simply look way too fucking gorgeous. His eyes can’t believe how beautiful you look in that yellow suit of yours, and all while he knew you preferred to wear cool colours like blue or purple.

He swore he was seeing flowers and a little too much sunshine. Your lips are lined with just the right amount of lip tint, face brighter than the last few days. You look like the you he always carried in his heart.

“Hi, did you have to wait long?” You ask, and Jeno simply can’t talk. His lips refuse to move.

“I- uh- no, no, I didn’t wait long. I just got here.” He finally mumbles. You tuck a strand of straight perfectly styled hair behind your ear, and Jeno gets fascinated at the smallest of actions.

“You look absolutely gorgeous today,” the words leave him before he can get a grip on himself. You stare at him, dumbfounded at the words, cheeks unconsciously heating up.

“Thank you,” you say before he can correct himself. He looks at your burning cheeks, the image slowly printing itself onto his brain. Your shy smile, your burning cheeks, your pretty hair that he’d love to tangle his fingers in, your lips. That brings him back to the incident of yesterday.

He’d slept like a baby last night, even when he thought he’d feel bad for kissing someone else while lying next to his fiance. No, it felt way too right for it to be wrong. He wanted to talk to you about it, but what if that makes things awkward between the two of you? God, that would be his worst nightmare.

“Y-your welcome,” he mumbles shyly.

“Follow me into the office,” you lead him to your office, the one that you newly received as a team manager, the same one you haven’t settled into yet.

“This is my office. I haven’t fully settled into it yet, so just sit down there, and I’ll bring my laptop in a second,” Jeno nods, his eyes taking in the office. It was an adequate size, enough to have a bookshelf. It looked like it was being settled into, which is what you told him.

You walk in with a macbook secure in your hands. You place it down and sit opposite to him, the chair creaking.

“Need to change the chair…” you mumble, quickly writing down on one of the memo pads with a pout. Jeno watches your pout, a smile forming on his lips.

“Sorry, yes, I’m back and we can finally begin,” ————————————————————“That’d be all,” Jeno says, and you nod, taking it down. “Okay then, we can start on monday,” Jeno nods.

“Y/n,” his voice sounds a lot more serious.

“Yeah?” you look up to see him staring at you intensely, his eyes saying he wants to say something.

“About yesterday…” Jeno wanted to ask you if the reason you kissed back was because you had feelings for him, or if it just happened in the heat of the moment. If it was real and you did have feelings for him, he’s gonna have to tell Yoonseo about it. He doesn’t want to lie to her, it feels awful to hide something from your fiance. But if you don’t, he’s going to have to forget this whole thing. You. He’s going to have to forget you.

Panic ensues inside you the moment you hear the word “yesterday,”. What are you going to tell him if he asks for an explanation?

“Did you mean it?'' His voice is quiet. You close your laptop, your brain short circuiting.

“Mean what, Jeno?” Your voice is equally careful and quiet.

“When you kissed me back yesterday, did you mean it?” fuck. This is exactly as you feared it.

And when you speak again, you say the stupidest thing. More stupid than the time your whole apartment short circuited because you touched the electricity board with wet hands.

“No.”

Lie lie lie lie lie lie

The colour drains from Jeno’s face. He goes ghost white.

No, nonononono. Please. Don’t make me do this. I don’t want to forget you.

“Y/n, you can’t joke around about things like these- you- you’re-”

“Jeno, I did that in-”

“You’re joking, right?” Jeno stands up and slams his hands onto the table. Tears gleam in his eyes, desperation dripping from his words.

“Please tell me you’re joking, Y/n.”

“Jeno, Jeno,” you catch his attention by soft whispers of his name, feeling your own tears come up your throat. You swallow the lump in your throat, speaking again.

“I did it in the heat of the moment. And I’m sorry if I ever lead you on. I…” you paused, readying yourself for the next words.

“I never had feelings for you,”

I love you so much, please don’t believe that. I can’t afford to get hurt again, I can’t afford to love you again, I can’t live with the guilt, Jeno please.

All the words you wanted to say were stuck in your throat, not ever coming out.

“You- you’re lying, you have to be lying, what-”

“Jeno, we’re at my office. Please. Don’t make me do this here” you’re surprised at how good you can hold your tears.

“Y/n, you’re not giving me an expla-”

“I need you to leave, please. Please, pretend like that never happened.” you whisper, all your energy spent on holding your tears.

Jeno realises there’s no use in spending all his energy asking you to explain. He retreats his hands from the table, collects himself, wipes his tears and he looks at you in the eye before he says, “You’re lying, Y/n. I know you are. But you don’t want me to hold onto you. I’m not going to force you. But I need you to know I’ll always love you. A part of my heart, even if most of it is occupied by someone else, a part will always, always, be for you.”

“Jeno…” you whisper his name, your voice breaking a little .

“Bye, Y/n. I…hope we’ll never have to meet on these grounds again.” When he pulls his coat over his shoulders, you see the bright crystal tears shining in his eyes.

Just like the time at the airport.

Pain and regret shines in his chocolaty brown eyes, looking over to you one last time before he slams the door behind him. The moment he leaves, the moment he steps out of your office, your head drops into your hands, the tears you were so desperately holding back coming rushing back.

God, you’ve hurt him so bad. So so bad, you’ve hurt him in a depth of the unknown. You want to cry, scream and thrash the office. Your heart hurts too bad.

“Hey, Y/n, what was tha-'' Jaemin opens the door without knocking like he always does. When he sees you in tears, he stops. His words pause, and he feels an uncomfortable pain in his heart.

Jaemin was observing the scene in your office through the half open blinds while everyone else was busy working. He saw the tears in Jeno’s eyes, the tears you were trying to hold back, and even the desk slam. He wanted to check on you, but the scene in front of him made his heart break.

Didn’t he hate you?

He enters the office, closes the door behind him. He locks the door and goes all the way to the other side of the office to shut the blinds. He pauses after, thinking about what to say to you.

“Hey, Y/n,” he half crouches by your side. You lift your head to look at him, quickly hiding it in your face after.

“Go away, Jaemin. I’m not dealing with your shit right now,” you mumble angrily, trying not to choke on your words.

“I was looking forward to ruining your day today, but not like this. I’m not sure I like seeing you like this.” he says so softly, so gently, like you’ve never heard him speak before. You lift your head to look at him again, and there’s no signs of amusement in his eyes. He isn’t lying.

“Why would you care?” you ask, the rest of your face except an eye hid in your palm. You’re thankful to all gods for not wearing mascara today like you usually would.

“Look at me,” he says softly, and you don’t want to listen. You don’t want him to see you like this.

“I said look at me, Y/n,” he says, a little more stern. You look at him, and he pulls your chair to face him.

“You can trust me, I won’t tell anyone. If it’s comfort that you need, I’ll try to comfort you. If you want to talk, I’m here, and I can listen.” he’s looking right into your eyes as he speaks, like he’s listing out every need of yours.

This is going to be embarrassing later, but right now, all you need is a hug and someone to tell you that everything is going to be alright.

“Can I please get a hug?” Jaemin honestly looks taken aback by your request, but he quickly leans forward to wrap you in his strong arms. His arms feel safe and warm, so nice to be wrapped in.

“Sssh, everything is going to be fine, okay? It’ll all be fine,” his words make you clutch onto his black jacket and cry more.

“Why did I have to see him again?” you cry, and Jaemin softly pats your back as you cry. His words are beyond comfort as he soothes you, trying his best to resist himself from placing small kisses on your nape.

Hopefully he still does hate you. Even he doesn’t know why he’s doing this. ————————————————————Jeno’s a mess by the time he’s back in his car. You’re lying, he knows you’re lying. He knows you better than your little boyfriend could ever know you. The way you were pushing back tears, he knows you were lying. If you never had feelings for him, then why were you trying to push back your tears?

His fist slams against the steering wheel in anger, tears on his cheeks. He loves you so much, you didn’t need to do this. You could’ve accepted him, kissed him so desperately like the last time you kissed him. But you chose not to. Why?

His phone rings and he forces himself to check it, and seeing his fiancés name only angers him further.

“No.” he throws the phone into the passenger's seat, staring at the phone until it stops ringing.

Jeno twists the keys and the car roars to life, driving off to somewhere he could be alone.

————————————————————It was starting to get dark when Jeno finally picked up Yoonseo’s phone.

“Hello?”

“Jeno Lee, where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea how many times I called you?”

“A hello would’ve been nice,” Jeno chuckles, hearing a sigh of relief from the other side.

“I thought something might’ve happened to you. I was worried, Jen. Why didn’t you pick up?”

“Was at work. The phone was silent, sorry,” he feels exhausted, lying to her like this. She doesn’t deserve a liar like himself.

“We need to talk when you get home. When’re you going to be home?” Talk? She wanted to talk? Did she find out about the kiss?

“I’ll be home in ten, leave the door open,” he hears her hum. With a mind clearer than about when he came and sat at the edge of the building, Jeno gets up, slipping his phone into his pockets before getting off the edge. ————————————————————You drag yourself home, run down and ruined by the very shitty day that went by. Jaemin took care of you the whole day, although it was quite subtle. He brought your laptop into your office, bought you a warm cup of coffee, and even made you laugh a little. He wasn’t so bad to have around after all.

You make your way straight to the bathroom, throwing your bag onto the bed, heels thrown somewhere. Stripping out of your clothes, you stand under the warm water, the tears of before swelling up again.

The way Jeno left, you could never forget it. The way he turned over his shoulder with eyes that reflected hurt, his hands clenched by his side. He looked just like the last time you saw him, at the airport, five years ago.

About 45 minutes later, and after you’re sure your water bill has skyrocketed, you step out of the shower with a towel wrapped around yourself. You open your wardrobe, reaching for the closed drawer and opening it to find Jeno’s hoodie, quickly slipping it on. You chose to wear a pair of shorts under it, the smell of Jeno comforting you far more than anything could ever.

You hold the arm of the hoodie to your nose, softly sniffing it, your heart growing sadder. It hurts so much, knowing that he’ll never want to meet you again. It’s finally time he moved on from you, maybe. Maybe one last look at the mess you are was all that he needed to move on from you.

Laying back onto your bed, curled up into yourself, you enjoy the comfort his hoodie gives you. Your eyes grow heavy, gently falling shut, imagining that Jeno was next to you giving you kisses.

The doorbell rings loud, shaking you awake from your imagination. Who the fuck is here this late?

You groan as you get up from bed, silently cursing whoever was at the door.

When you open the door, it’s Jihoon and another man standing there that you don’t recognise.

“Hi, I’m so sorry to disturb you. Jihoon was out for a reunion of his old office today, and he got a little too drunk. He threw up on the way here, but besides that, he’s fine. Still very much drunk though,” when you just stare and don’t answer, the man chuckles.

“I’m a lawyer too, name’s Cha Eunwoo,” he smiles, and that has to be one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen in your entire life. Shit, he was handsome.

“I’m so sorry, Eunwoo, would you mind dropping him on the couch?” you take a side of your boyfriend. Eunwoo agrees, and you both carry him in, attempting to be as careful as possible.

You two finally drop Jihoon on your couch, watching him shift around a bit.

“Thank you for dropping him off,” you say before he could speak.

“I asked him for his address, he told me yours. He kept mumbling about…things. I-I think you should talk to him once he’s all sobered up.” His face remains straight, but his eyes say something else. You’re not able to decipher what you’re seeing.

“I’ll take my leave now,” he smiles at you, and your eyes follow the way his arms stretch in his white shirt. Well shit.

“Thanks again,” you send him off, staying by the door as he steps outside. He nods with a gentle smile and just as you’re about to close the door again, he holds the door.

“Just…be careful tonight. He’s not in the best state,” he sounds quite concerned, and you’re not sure why. Is this about what he said he’d mumbled earlier?

You nod, confusion shining in your eyes. Eunwoo doesn’t want to say more, you know that.

When you finally close the door, you’re just concerned about what he said. You walk back to the living to find your boyfriend talking to himself.

When his eyes catch you standing by the entrance of the living, he smiles. It’s not a nice kind of smile, similar to when you have one of those intrusive thoughts that you want to put into effect.

“Babyyy,” he extends his arms, barely conscious. You thought he passed out, but he doesn’t look that bad.

“Jihoon, you should brush your teeth before you go to bed,” you walk closer to him, Eunwoo’s warning running around briefly in your memory.

You attempt to pull his jacket off, but he shakes your arm off, his fingers wrapping around your wrist in a death grip. You try to shake it off, but his grip is too tight.

“You’re hurting me, let go,” you really weren’t in a mood to play around with him but it didn’t look like he was playing around either. He might be drunk, but he was quite strong.

“Jihoon, I said let go,” you shake your arm a little angrier, his grip tightening. It was really starting to hurt.

“Have sex with me,” he slurrs out. You pause, the urge to break his face a growing thought in your head.

“I’m not in the mood tonight, let go.” you make it clear, trying to pry his fingers off with your other arm.

“No, you’rree gonna have sex with mee,” he slurrs again, and you almost swing at his head.

Almost.

“Let fucking go, Jihoon, you’re hurting me,” he isn’t letting go. Instead, he pulls you onto himself with a tight pull, his hands now wrapping around you with much force.

“What the fuck?!” you scream, taken aback. You struggle in his deathly grip, hitting against his chest.

“Feisty whores need to be punished,” he slurs, and you finally understand. He’s going to sexually assult you. Your boyfriend is going to sexually assult you.

Panic grows inside you wildly. You wiggle your hands free and reach for the brown glass vase on the stand next to the couch with all your weight.

He tips over and the moment your hand comes into contact with the vase, you take it in your hands, and slam it against the side of Jihoon’s head. The glass shatters, the fake flowers spraying everywhere. Jihoon screams, his grip on you going loose, his hand reaching up to press against his head.

You cry out as you step away from him opposite to the tea table, looking at the horrifying sight in front of your eyes. You need to get away from here. There’s blood splattered everywhere, glass everywhere, and Jihoon screaming on a bloody couch. Your head clouds up, tears streaming down.

Blood blood blood glass glass glass so much blood run run i need to run

“YOU BITCH!” he shouts. You come to a realisation and run to the door, slipping on your slippers before running out, making sure to lock the door behind you.

You run as fast as your feet can carry you in these flimsy slippers, and when you’re at the lobby, you realise it’s raining.

You don’t care.

You sprint outside, rain wetting your clothes, people staring with concern. You know they’re staring, but there’s only one person in your mind right now.

Jeno, need to get to Jeno

You run, you run as fast as you can. You slip and fall, you bruise your knees, but even in the rain, your tears won’t stop. You’re not even sure why you’re crying, but all you want to do now is run into Jeno’s arms. Into the warmth and comfort that he offers.

You almost slam yourself against a water hydrant, walking around it and running again. When you look up, you can finally see the blurry outline of Jeno’s apartment. You remind yourself that in this luxury building, Jeno lives on the second floor out of the four floors present.

There isn’t anyone out front, or in the lobby of the apartment. You’re confused for a second before you sprint for the stairs, running up the steps. Your legs beg you to take a break, but you push through the exhaustion, pushing open the door to the second floor. Your eyes lay on his door, more tears pushing through your eyes.

You’re shivering, shaking as you bang weakly against his door with all you have. You push your hoodie sleeve back, wiping your hand in your wet shorts as you ring the doorbell restlessly.

There’s shuffling on the other side and then the door opens, revealing Jeno.

“Jeno,” you cry, relief flooding your system.

“Y/n? What the fuck happened?” He sounds so concerned.

Relief has flooded your system, so much so that your whole body shuts down from exhaustion, causing you to fall over. The last thing you feel is a pair of warm strong arms around you, engulfing you. ————————————————————You shiver again, and that wakes you. You flutter your eyes open, finding a concerned Jeno perched over you. You flinch, and he hisses.

“Stay still,” he warns, and you stay still, trying not to shiver for him. You hiss, assuming that he’s bandaging one of the wounds on your face that you didn’t realise you had.

He looks away to pick up a bandage, finally sticking it on your cheekbone. The wound must’ve happened when you slammed that vase at Jihoon’s head. You were at a close proximity, after all.

When he finally pulls away, his eyes soften. They take in your form and he sighs deeply, sitting back on the carpeted floor.

You’re changed into a hoodie, a pink one that was too big on your body and a pair of track pants that were also, unsurprisingly, too big for you. You’re pretty sure it was Jeno who changed you, since you don’t see or hear Seo. You’re fully wrapped like a burrito in a deep grey blanket and you probably shouldn’t feel this comfortable in a fucking blanket.

When you finally finish analysing your surroundings, your head turns very slowly to look at Jeno.

“Hi,” he says, his gentle eyes finding yours. He smiles softly, making you smile like that back at him.

“Hi.” you reply, attempting to sit up. Jeno raises quickly, helping you settle against the couch, making sure you are still wrapped in the blanket.

"How do you feel?" He asks, and you swallow. You feel shitty, but physically you think it's just exhaustion that you could probably sleep away.

"Uh, I think I feel okay. Should've been a lot more careful running here," you chuckle, and you can tell he doesn't find that funny.

"What happened? Can you tell me that?" You hesitate, tears welling at the memory.

"It was sort of late when I got home. I bathed, got changed and went to bed. Was about to sleep when the doorbell rang. I opened the door. There was Jihoon and some other guy called Eunwoo at the door. Eunwoo told me that Jihoon had been out for some sort of reunion and got a little too drunk. So I helped him place Jihoon on the couch and just as he was about to leave…” Eunwoo’s warning flashes through your mind, clear as day.

“He told me to be careful, that he kept mumbling about things, and that I should talk to Jihoon once he was sober again. I thanked him and saw him out, and when I walked back in, Jihoon was talking to himself. I wanted to take his jacket off and make him comfortable before he went to sleep, so I went closer to him…” you swallow harshly, tears already pricking at his eyes.

“H-he held my wrist and wouldn’t let go, no matter how many times I told him that it hurt. He asked me to have sex with him and when I refused, he pulled me into his arms and wouldn’t let me go. S-so I-I…” you can’t seem to get the words out of your mouth. Your gaze switches to your hands, crying as you stare at them. You’re shaking, tears dripping onto your hands.

Jeno stayed quiet, watching you. He moves closer, his hands snaking into yours. He holds on tight, running his fingers over the bandages on your hands. Your shivers seize as you look at him again, the urge to tell him the rest growing.

“I panicked and reached for the vase on the side stand and- and I swung it against his head. Glass shattered everywhere, there was blood everywhere, on my hands too. I couldn’t think, I ran straight here,” you spill the rest, holding tightly onto his hand.

“In the rain?” he whispers softly.

“In the rain,” you confirm in the same way.

Jeno sits there in shock, his eyes taking you in. You were wrapped in that blanket, looking so small, your hand clutching onto his desperately. His heart broke, and he tried to push down the unreasonable tears that rose up his throat.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and you look up from your lap. You try to smile as you nod, tears swelling in your eyes again.

He’s not sure what to say, but he thinks that you probably need some time to process everything. He’s not going to talk or disturb you, he’s just going to stay by your side, holding your hand and reassuring you that no matter what, he’d always be there for you.

Your curiosity won’t shrink, but you try to suppress questions about where Seo is. But when you finally hit a corner with suppressing, the question comes out by itself.

“Where’s Seo?” you ask, and he looks up, a sad smile on his face.

“She- uh- she left,” he nods, pressing his lips into a thin line. You know you shouldn’t have inquired more about it, but you did.

“Went where?” you ask innocently, head tilted to an angle. He sighs before telling you the whole story.

“She called me earlier today telling me we had to talk. I returned home, she sat me down and told me that she was seeing someone else. Removed her ring and gave it to me. When I didn’t respond much emotionally like she thought I would, I came clean with her too. Told her I have feelings for you, although I didn’t tell her you brushed me off. That’d make me look pathetic. But yes, I did tell her that, and the kiss…you told me to pretend like it never happened, so I didn’t tell her that either. She was happy that she wasn’t leaving me in the dust, she packed up and left a few hours ago. I was just starting to open a can of beer when you knocked at my door,” he chuckles sadly. Your heart is breaking for him, he doesn’t deserve this.

“Jeno…I- I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” you mumble, your hold on his hand gentle. You were the one comforting him now. You can see him bite back tears.

“No, no, it- it’s okay, really.” he assures you, blinking back gentle tears. You can’t see him in pain like this.

“Uh, have you eaten anything?” Jeno asks in an attempt to steer away from the topic, and you shake your head once you understand. Sometimes, distractions are better than dealing with things. Even if it’s for a little.

“Come on, I’ll cook,” he smiles again, but this time, it’s a lot brighter. His eyes say something like, At Least I have you.

He stands up, offering his hand to you. You take it without a second thought. When he’s sure you can stand up on your own, he lets go of you. He doesn’t want to cross any lines that you might have in place.

You follow him like a lost puppy, your blanket dragging behind you. Jeno looks back, suppressing an endearing laugh, his heart clutching in his chest.

God you’re so fucking cute.

“Sit down,” he says, and you adjust yourself onto the tall seat.

This reminds you of the times back in uni he’d sit you down somewhere and make you watch him cook, talking about so many different things all at once. They’re memories you’ve always cherished.

“What’d you want to eat?” he asks, and you stare at him dumbfounded. Your mind instantly reels back to the time he last cooked for you, and that was a sort of pasta.

“Remember back in uni, the last time you cooked for me, you cooked a type of pasta. That was your own recipe, something you said you’d been saving for special occasions,”

“I remember that.” he says quietly, his hands placed onto the counter, looking into your eyes.

“I’m craving for it,” you smile, and he nods, a soft smile on his face.

“I haven’t made it after that day. Thinking of it always reminded me of you. I couldn’t bring myself to use that recipe again knowing that you wouldn’t be the one I’m feeding.” he says, and your heart breaks.

“Just because of me?”

“Just because of you. I never moved on from you, Y/n.” his voice is barely above a whisper.

“But you had a fiance, Jeno.” your eyes falter, heart stutters.

“I did, but a part of my heart, unknown to me if it was the biggest or the smallest, always belonged with you. Cried for you. Yearned for you every fucking day.” he can feel his heart opening up. Each and every emotion about you that he’s bottled up for the past five years begs to come pouring out.

“Jeno…”

“You won’t believe how happy I was when I saw you in that blue hoodie. I know that hoodie like the back of my hand. I thought by now, for sure, she’d have thrown it out. But no, you kept it, Y/n.” you can’t tell what kind of tears are shining in his eyes, whether they’re happy ones or sad ones.

“Jeno, I never threw it away because even after all this time, I wasn’t ready to let you go. I wasn’t ready to let you go and accept that you might never come back and that I might never meet you again. I wanted to hold on to the last, very thin possibility that you might be mine again,” your eyes start filling with tears. Your own suppressed feelings pressing against your chest.

“I wore it tonight because after what happened in the office, with us, I needed comfort. After you left, I had a breakdown on my desk. I couldn't believe myself. What had I said to you? Why had I hurt you so bad? Because if my feelings ended up ruining things for you and Seo, then I’d be living with the guilt of it. You know how I am, Jeno. Asking me to admit my feelings for you then, no matter how many times I have to go through the same situation while you were still engaged, I’d say I never loved you. But if you ask me right now, I love you with all my fucking heart.” you try to breathe right again. All those words left your mouth in such a flow, you think you forgot to breathe.

Jeno’s standing opposite to you, stunned. You love him. He was right.

“Y/n, I’ve never gone through something without thinking about what it would be like if you were with me. If you were with me to kiss me, to hug me, to run your fingers through my hair and whisper that everything is going to be okay, will I be happy? I most definitely will be, because being in the same room with you gives me butterflies.'' His voice is gentle and soft and admitting.

“Let me ask you again, Y/n. '' he’s desperate, pleading.

“When we kissed, did you mean it?” The silence is thick but not uncomfortable.

“If I’m being true to myself, Yes, Jeno. That was my heart yearning and hurting and finally being happy to be back in your hands even if it’s for a little.” you admit, your shoulders finally being light, the boulder of feelings being lifted off your chest.

“So you mean it?” his eyes light up, his heart beats.

“I mean it with all my heart, I love you.” you smile, knowing that it might be possible to call him yours again.

“Will you still like me when I cross this counter and take your lips into mine?”

“I’ll love you for the rest of my life, especially if you cross this stupid counter and kiss me like you mean it,” you laugh, and in the blink of an eye, he’s over the counter, his hands finding your face before his lips join yours.

A soft gasp falls from both your lips, hands finding each other’s bodies, feeling each muscle under each finger. Your blanket slips off your body and now it’s just hanging off from under your seat. Fuck, it feels unreal, now that he’s with you and that it’s right. It’s right because it is. You’re with him and he’s with you and all you need is each other.

When you push at Jeno’s chest and he pulls away, you stare at him. Your eyes travel from his lips, his nose, to his eyes, mind travelling to think about how much of a proximity you two were in. This is real.

You laugh, and the sound is pure from the centre of your chest. His face breaks into a smile as he’s watching you, fascination shining in his eyes. He laughs with you, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you in. Your laughter halts for a brief moment, continuing softly after.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, eyes sparkling, voice reflecting fascination.

“I just can’t believe this. We kissed again, Jeno, and this time, it felt right. No, it felt more than right, it felt…fuck, I don’t even know,” you giggle, and watch him laugh. The sound is so pretty, so beautiful.

“I know. It’s just unreal. You’re here and I can touch you and kiss you and feel you however I want. You’re mine,” he finally says, eyes exploring you. His eyes run over your eyes, your nose and ends at your lips, looking back into your eyes again.

“Yeah you can, I’m yours. Are you mine?”

“I’ve always been yours, Y/n,” his lips land on your neck, and a fit of laughter leaves you. He giggles with you, picking you up into his arms, placing you onto the counter.

There's a moment of silence between you two, just staring at each other, observing each other. In the next moment, your hands clutch his t-shirt and pull him in, your lips landing on his again. He responds quickly, his hands squeezing your waist gently.

Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him deeper, all of the want and your need for him pouring out from within you. All of your pain from before forgotten for a brief moment, you indulge deeper in him.you

"Fuck, Y/n," he pulls away from you, gasping. The fact that you might have overwhelmed him didn't go past you, but when it did, you felt regret.

"Did I overwhelm you? I'm so sorry, Jeno, I didn't-" a kiss lands on your lips, and that effectively shuts you up.

"You didn't overwhelm me. I was worried." He says, and you can tell that he's holding something back.

"About what?" You asked, a small pout forming on your lips. His eyes reach your lips, and he looks away, a controlled sigh leaving him.

"You're leading me on. If you keep kissing me like that, I'm not sure what I might do to you, love." Your stomach flips and does a summersault. Your heart beats faster, the nickname ringing in your mind.

Love? Love, he called me love.

"What if that's what I want? What if all I want is you?" Your voice lowers into something you hope was a little seductive.

"Fuck, baby, you've got to stop doing that," his voice is airy, like he's hardly holding back from jumping at you.

That's what you want, for him to jump at you.

You lean forward, pressing your lips to his ears.

"Claim me, baby."

That sentence is all it takes for him to kiss you again, his hands pressed against the side of your neck, other hand on your waist.

Your heart is beating louder than ever, feelings his touch travel from your waist to under your shirt, travelling up, and higher.

My fucking god, this is happening. He's here, touching me, and it's not just my imagination.

When he finally lifts you off the counter and takes you to his bedroom, there's a smile on both your faces.

You're never leaving each other and you both know it.

God, today was wild.

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☾︎ EPILOGUE ☽︎

Two months later

You open your eyes, your soft alarm ringing through the room. You reach a hand out to shut it off, and then turn to the other side, facing Jeno. His hair is ruffled in different directions, a pout on his pretty lips, skin like silk, eyes closed and fast asleep. He sleeps like the dead. He always did. The country could wage a nuclear war and he wouldn't know.

A gentle smile appeared on your face. The last two months have been unreal. Jeno drops you off at work, and he leaves to his office, calling you for every break. The boy can't sit apart from you longer than two hours. Once you moved in with him full-time, he's been more clingy, but you don't care. You love that. He knows when to be clingy and when not to.

You pressed charges against Jihoon, and from the looks of it, you're winning the case. When Seo got to know that you and Jeno are dating again, she congratulated the two and took both of you out for dinner. Of course, she and her, boyfriend, then fiance now, were there too. Jeno and Seo had no negative feelings towards each other, rather they just seemed like best friends. Once Yoonseo got to know about your conflict with Jihoon, she immediately asked you to press charges, and helped you in doing so. One of her friends, a lawyer, is now fighting your case in court. You've sued him for money, and it looks like he might get jail time for sexual assault too. Jihoon being a lawyer as he is, couldn't find a good lawyer and ended up with a public defender.

You're happy with your life right now, but the one thing you're worried about is what people at the office would think if they saw you with Jeno. But when you see Jeno, you forget about everything.

Jeno opens his eyes, a smile immediately pasting onto his face at the sight of you. His hand circles your waist, pulling you closer. You ruffle closer, a smile of its own finding your face.

"Morning, baby." His voice sends shivers down your bare back, toes curling softly.

"Morning. Slept like the dead, didn't you?" You ask, half your face buried into the pillow. He smiles, his fingers tracing your spine up your back.

"Last night, someone kept me quite busy and left me worn out. But I think that certain someone also slept well," his fingers halt, tracing all the way back to the very bottom of your spine.

Your eyes close and your breath shudders, enjoying his touch.

He pulls you close, and you turn towards his chest, curling up softly into it. His big hands secure you into him, hands softly playing with your hair. Your hand wraps around him, soft kisses pressed to his chest.

Butterflies ensue in his stomach, each of your kisses soft.

"We're going to be late," you say, curling further into his chest.

"I know. We should get up," he says, and you hum, lazy. The morning was so cold, and your only source of warmth was Jeno.

"Jen, I'm getting up. I've got a meeting today," you mumble, not making any visible effort to move.

"I've got a pending research paper, I've to get to it," Jeno says, hugging you tighter.

"Well up we go then," you struggle to sit up from bed, eyes still heavy. Jeno whines, pulling you back down to the mattress. As much as you'd like to be buried under his weight and just sleep, you've to get up.

"Not today, Jeno. Get up, get moving," you say, and he doesn't budge. You kiss him, and make a little quiet promise in his ear. That gets him up and running in seconds.

Soon enough, both of you are ready, in the car together. Your hands are intertwined with his, you occasionally pressing kisses to the back of his hand. He loves it when you do that.

He stops in front of your building, waiting for you to get out.

"Call me after work, I'll pick you up today, okay?"

"Okay, love you," you mumble, collecting your things and leaving the car. His hand stops you and when you look back, you see his pout.

Oh no, you forgot his kiss.

"You forgot my kiss," he pouts, pointing to his lips, looking genuinely upset. You coo, immediately reaching in to press a long kiss to his lips, correcting a few strands of his hair after you pull away.

"Sorry, baby. Promise I won't forget again," you giggle, pressing another quick kiss on his lips.

"See you after work," you wave, shutting the car door close. He waves back as he takes off, a smile on your face. You love him so much.

When you turn around, you catch your best friend standing there, the cup of coffee that was supposed to be in her hand on the floor. Well fuck.

"Is that-"

"Sssssshhhhhh," you shut her up immediately, running up next to her.

"Quieter." You say, and she gasps.

"Is that Lee Jeno? What happened?" You chuckle. This was going to be a long story.

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"You're telling me all of this happened in the span of the same week I was gone???" Yuna talks, almost spilling her coffee again.

"Yes..?" You smile sheepishly, caught red handed.

The question "Y/n, are you dating?" Has been asked all too many times, and you just got asked again.

"Yes," you answer, smiling.

"Ah, a guy asked for your number, just wanted to know." Mina smiles back, and you nod.

The table you and Yuna were sitting at is not filled, but it isn't empty either.

Once you're back in the office from your break, you walk into your office, thinking if you should call Jeno.

Outside, you hear a group of loud chatter, and you're confused. You're talking about collective chatter at the same time. The kind that's disturbing.

You walk back out your office, confused.

"What's all this about?" You ask playfully.

"You're dating Lee Jeno? Our client with a fiance?" A coworker of yours asks. You freeze, unable to process anything.

"His fiance left him, stupid." Another co-worker of yours whispers to the person who asked.

"Ah, yes, sorry. Congrats by the way. You're long acquainted with him, aren't you?" She asks and you nod. That's all you're capable of doing.

"Well, congrats, good for you. Sorry if I disturbed you," she apologises, moving on with her day. You walk back into your offices stunned. Well, it looks like your co-workers don't care.

They moved on with their day like normal people. Man, you love your team.

You're worried about Jaemin. You haven't seen him around for the last day or two and honestly, work is pretty boring without his annoying ass around to talk to you.

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"Hiiii," Jeno waves excitedly at you, watching you run towards his car. Your excitement grows, seeing Jeno wait for you.

You get into the car, and Jeno waits for you to get settled before he speaks.

"Hi baby, I missed you," he says, a smile on his face.

"Me too," you say, reaching over to press a kiss onto his lips.

"Guess what happened today," you laugh, feeling Jeno's hands curl into yours.

"Before that, do you want coffee?" Jeno asks, and you can't help but smile.

"Yeah, I know a good place,"

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"We're here" Jeno whispers, and you realise you're at the coffee place. You fell asleep on the car ride there, and Jeno probably held your hand comfortably all the while.

"Sorry I fell asleep," you apologise, feeling bad that he had to drive alone without talking to anyone. He didn't like that much, unless he was in a bad mood.

"It's okay, my baby must've been so tired," he kisses your forehead, smiling as he watches you attempt to pull the seat belt from its place.

"Stupid seat belt…" you mumble, embarrassed. Jeno's fingers reach for it, pressing the release button in less than a few seconds.

You mumble out a thanks embarrassingly before rushing out of the car, face flushed red. Jeno finds you unrealistically cute sometimes, and it was one of those times.

No, he finds you cute all the time.

He gets out of the car just as you do, walking to your side, sliding his car keys into his pockets.

"You've come here a couple of times, right? It's close to where you used to live," Jeno looks onto one side of the dark street lit by lamps.

"I come here all the time. I'm kinda missing it, that's why I came back," Jeno nods, fully understanding that this was your sentimental moment.

"It's cold outside, come on," you drag Jeno in, Jeno following your lead like a lost puppy. To everyone outside, Jeno looks scary. The moment you step inside, Jeno's face changes. His eyes are sharper, there's not a hint of a smile on his face. His hands wrap around your waist protectively, eyes roaming and taking in his surroundings.

"Jen, I think you're scaring people." You giggle, to which he smiles.

"I'm just doing my part protecting my girlfriend," he says, kissing the top of your head.

You join the line with Jeno, laughing and smiling at every joke he says. He suggests that maybe in the future, once you're both ready, maybe two of you could have kids. When you asked how many, he said two. You said you could do two, and he smiled, pressing another kiss to your head.

The truth is, you weren't ready to share him with children yet. For one, children are demons. And two, you weren't ready to have his attention divided. So for now, the possibility lies in the future.

When you said this, Jeno looked like he couldn't suppress his laughter, and buried his face into his hands as he laughed. The sight being too funny for you, you couldn't suppress your laughter either.

But once you'd both calmed down, and saw that you were next in line, you started rehearsing your order. Although you knew Mark, ordering was always stressful, no matter the place or order.

"Americano hot or cold?" Jeno asks, and you mumble hot since the weather was cold.

"Hi, Y/n, it's been so long," Mark sees you, a smile pasting itself onto the boy's face.

"Hi Mark, yes, it's been a little too long. I've to say, I missed this neighbourhood. And you," you smile, and the boy blushes pink. You think he blushes easily.

"Ah well, who is this?" He asks, and Jeno looks down from the menu, at Mark.

"I'm Jeno, her boyfriend," you watch as all the colour drains from Mark's face. His smile stays on, but he's gone white.

"Hi Jeno, I'm Mark," Mark extends his hand, which Jeno takes with a smile. Mark observes for a second, and smiles again, looking back at the monitor.

"She'll get a hot Americano, and I'll get an iced Americano. Thanks," Mark watches as Jeno's hands wrap around your waist, and your face curls into a smile with his warmth.

Well fuck, bad for him.

"Yo Jark, did you-" Jaemin slams himself against a side of the counter, looking over at Mark before he sees you and pauses, staring at you and Jeno, dumbfounded.

Isn't this that Jeno? The same Jeno that you cried over?

"Jaemin?" The name rolls of your tongue has a way to it. He likes it more than he'd like to admit.

"Y/n, what're you doing here?" He stares, his stare hardening as his eyes reach Jeno. Jeno's stare is hard as it is, staring at the boy like he commited a crime.

"I used to live close by. Just visited to get coffee, really. We'd be heading back soon," you say, feeling like maybe after whatever happened at the office between you and Jaemin, you should let him into your life, even if it's a little.

"I see. Isn't this the same Jeno? The one you… in the office?" He asks, and you can feel Jeno's stare at you. It's questions that he's going to ask once you're at a table that's being stared into your head right now.

"Yes, yeah, this…it's the same Jeno," you chuckle, pressing your lips into a tight smile.

"I didn't see you at the office today, or yesterday for that matter. Are you good?" You change the topic, watching Jaemin's face curl into a gentle smile.

"Oh yeah, yes, uh, I took a week off from work. I was just dealing with some things of my own, and I needed space and time. So I took a week off. I'll be back soon, don't worry," he smiles, and that's the first time you're really seeing him smile. He's beautiful, prettier than when he's serious.

Sure, you've thought about how handsome he is a number of times. But how annoying he was always outnumbered.

"Let me know if I can help." You say, and he takes a moment before he nods.

"It's nice to finally meet you…?" Jaemin looks towards Jeno, who's boring holes into his head.

"Jeno. It's Lee Jeno."

"Nice to meet you, Lee Jeno. I'm Na Jaemin, a coworker of Y/n's." He introduces himself, trying to be as nice as possible. And you can tell Jaemin is trying. However, Jeno isn't. You nudge his arm, and he sighs before smiling.

"Nice to meet you too, Na Jaemin," Jeno extends a hand, and Jaemin shakes it with a tight smile.

"Well, we'll be at that table if you need anything," Jeno drags you away before you could talk more, to a table in the far corner.

He lets you settle before bombarding you with questions.

"What's with Jaemin asking me if I'm that Jeno? What did you tell him?" He asks, confused.

"Well, remember when I said I had a breakdown after you left me in the office? Jaemin opened the door right after that and saw me like that, and instead of leaving me like how I thought he would, he came in, comforted me, bought me coffee and made me laugh. So instead of despising him after that, I decided I'd give him a chance. Also, I didn't tell him anything, he talked shit about you so I'd feel better, and I did. But after a while, I started missing you again, so I told him our story. Tell him how much you mean to me. He listened and let me talk, comforting me every time I broke down at each memory," you tell Jeno, who now sits there looking guilty.

"I'm sorry I made you go through so much. You don't deserve this," Jeno mumbles quietly.

"Whatever happened, happened. Now all that matters is that I have you. I'm okay now that I have you, trust me." You tell him, your hands finding him. You hold on tight, watching a smile curl onto his face.

"I love you," he whispers softly, and you whisper the same back, a quick kiss on his cheek.

Mark watches, his heart breaking, Jaemin beside him. His shift is over, and he just stepped out of work with Jaemin, who's been on his ass for the past few days.

"That was the girl you liked?" Jaemin asks, watching Mark nod.

"Y/n from my office was the girl you liked?" Jaemin asks again, and Mark nods yet again.

"Why do you think I took a week off of work?" Jaemin then asks, which catches Mark's attention.

"Why?"

"Because I caught feelings. Feelings for someone who was oh so miserably in love with someone else. And that someone,” he pauses “was her." Jaemin looks at you, his heart breaking a little less. It's already in shambles, it can't hurt more.

"Didn't you hate her?" Mark asks, curiosity poking at him.

"I did. But you know, the line between love and hate is very thin. So easy to get mistaken for. But this wasn't a mistake. I know I crossed the line for myself when I listened to my heart saying she was in pain. I crossed it knowing that crossing that very line could leave me in pain." Jaemin leaned back on the seat, feeling the need to have a cigarette lit between his lips. But he quit years ago, he can't go back to it just because of someone.

Mark hums, nodding.

"If we keep liking the same girls, we're gonna have a problem," Mark says, drinking from his cup of coffee, feeling something in his throat melt, the breathlessness he briefly experienced leaving. Jaemin sips from his coffee like it's water, savouring the taste.

"True. I wonder if we ever got a chance, will one of us ever make her that happy?" Jaemin wonders out loud, feeling his heart sink further, and the temptation for a cigarette grows deeper.

None of them speaks for a while, quietly wondering.

"We're the same, dude." Mark's hand goes around Jaemin's shoulder, both of them watching how happy you were with Jeno. Your laughs, your smiles, they could never make you smile like that, they both knew it.

But Jaemin wonders, if he ever got a chance, how well would he have treated you? How well would he cherish you? How well could he love you?

It's all in Fate's Hands, who has a say?

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375-mhz · 2 years

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haechan forcing you to be quiet as he overstimulates you because his hyungs are in the next room over

#i love this video too much #haechan smut #nct smut #kpop smut #haechan scenarios #nct senarios #twt links #bg link

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breadcatcreations · 2 years

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I missed to you too princess ~ Johnny x reader

Pairing: Johnny x fem-reader

Genre: the fluffiest fluff,

Warnings: sickeningly sweet, umm yeh sorry but I was bored hehe

a/n: this is my ✨first fanfic✨ lol, umm yeh why not start with something sickeningly sweet. Hehe love Johnny so much so here you go :)

✨enjoy💕

Laying in bed staring at the ceiling was one of your favorite things to do when Johnny wasn’t glued to your side. Obviously you could play on your phone, watch a movie, or even do something active. But no. You were feeling to stubborn for that today.

Looking at the clock across the room, groaning. Only 4:08 are you serious. Rolling your eyes. Your eyes flicked back to the ceiling. The soft music playing in the background kept your mind from running wild with thoughts.

Watching the ceiling fan move in quick circles. Thinking about it now all you had really done today was go to the bathroom todo your morning routine and eat a small breakfast of a fried egg. Damn your lazy.

Looking back at the clock impatiently. It was now 4:14. Why did time go slower when your were waiting for someone?

The soft music was getting to you. Your eyes were getting heavy and your body relaxed. Sleep took over the world around you was black. Only to be interrupted by the annoyingly loud ringtone you had given Johnnys number. Groaning as your lazily grabbed the phone from the bed stand.

“Hello?” You had practically whispered as you answered the phone pressing it to your ear. “Hello?” Johnny responded in the same tone. That made you giggles.

“Hi baby!” He cheerfully said to your giggles. “Hi love” you responded. Johnnys voice echoed through your ear as he spoke “I got off work early, so I am going to pick up some food and coffee. What do you want?”

“I don’t care, what do you want?” You mumbled to your boyfriend. His soft giggles could be heard thought the phone. “I don’t know silly that’s why I’m asking you.” He softly giggled out. “How about i pick up the coffees then I’ll just come home and talk there?”

You perked up at that. “Yes, I want to see you so bad!” You whined out, making him giggle.

“I’ll be home in like 5 to 10 minutes.” You shook your head “okay, see you soon baby.” “Okay bye princess” with that you hung up the phone. Throwing it in the bed in the mess of the comforter and blankets. Giggling to yourself.

Your eyes flicked over to the clock, 4:38. Throwing the blanket off your body. Walking out to the living room. Laying on the ground in the middle of the floor. Yet again staring at the ceiling. This time there wasn’t a fan.

A small groan slips your mouth as you suddenly get cold. Propping your head up looking around the room. Smirking when you see your favorite blanket an arms length away from your head. Reaching up to grab it pulling the blanket snuggly around your body.

Closing your eyes waiting from your boyfriend to arrive. The soft music from your room fills your brain. Humming along with the music. Opening your eyes looking around the small apartment that you and Johnny called home. Spotting your cubby cat napping in his favorite spot.

“Come here Harry,” your whistled to the cat. His eyes slowly open look at you then close again. Huffing as you try to whistle at the cat again. This time he doesn’t open his eyes he just ignores you. Pouting.

The jingling of keys snaps you out of your sulking about the cat. Lay your head on the soft carpet. Waiting from Johnny to enter the house.

As the door opens you yell out his name. “Baby!!!” Jumping up from where you laid. “I’m coming princess.” He spoke out. He appears with two coffees in hand. Johnny quickly disappears into the kitchen then walks out. Your already ahead of him running into his arms. Your blanket cape making him giggles.

Wrapping your arms around his waist. Tilting your head up puckering your lips. He quickly smashes his lips against your. Giggles bubble out of both of your throats.

He pulls away first. Pressing a soft kiss on your head. “I missed you!” You pipe out as he pulls away from you.

Cupping your cheeks, he kisses you deeper. “I missed you too princess” you could feel the heat flush you checks.

Johnny caresses his thumbed over your check. Closing you eyes. “I love you princess” he whispers against your forehead. “I love you too baby,”

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sillytaetime · 2 years

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Renjun Fluff A-Z

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A= Attractive (what do they find attractive about the other?)

On you, Renjun would love your height. He’s not the tallest person ever so if you’re shorter than him, he’d love it. I don’t think he’d necessarily make fun of you, but he might pat your head or something. On himself, Renjun would like his smile. he’s got an amazing smile/laugh and he knows it. He also knows that if he’s happy and smiling, you are too, and he loves seeing you happy. :)

B= Babies (do they want a family? why or why not?)

Renjun definitely wants a family with you. Maybe not now because you guys are still young and there’s plenty of time. He’s not in a rush. He wants to take his time with you and make sure both of you are happy before you take on making a family together. That’s a huge commitment and he wants both of you to be ready for that.

C= Cuddles (how do they cuddle?)

Renjun would be cautious about cuddling with you in front of dream for the first few months of your relationship (because of haechan). I think he would quickly stop caring because he just loves having you in his arms way to much to give a damn about Haechan teasing him. Renjun would cuddle you in any position. he just wants to be with you or have you in his arms.

Haechan: “Ewww cuddle Y/N somewhere else Renjun!”

Renjun: “Haechan, shut your mouth before the rest of us can smell your breath. I know you didn’t brush your teeth this morning.”

D= Dates (what are dates with him like?)

Dates with Renjun are often pretty relaxed. Renun might take you to different art museums or you guys might just stay in his room at the dorm (he kicked the others out ofc) and teach you art or he might just draw a portrait of you. Either way, dates with him are always fun and ends up with you two making out.

E= Everything; you are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world.. etc.)

You are my wife. The moment Renjun laid his eyes on you, he knew you were meant to be his wife and he often calls you his wife or wifey around others (even if you’re just his girlfriend).

F= Feelings (when did he know he was in love?)

Renjun knew he was in love with you when you were struggling to get something from the cabinet and he went to help you (struggling himself) just so that you wouldn’t suffer Haechan’s teasing.

G= Gentle (are they gentle? if so, how?)

Renjun is gentle to an extent. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he’s not going to treat you like a newborn baby or anything. He understands that you are an adult and he’s not going to undermine that. He knows he doesn’t want to be treated like a baby so he’s not going to do that to you.

H= Hold hands (how does he hold hands/ how much? does he like it?)

Renjun likes holding your hand in public. Whenever you guys are out walking the town or at a shop, he’s got your hand in his. He’s not huge on affection in public places, but at least this way, people know he’s your boyfriend and they won’t try to hit on you (hopefully). At home, he doesn’t see the point in hand-holding with you because he can just hug, kiss, or cuddle you however he wants.

I= Impression (his/your first impression/s)

Renjun’s first impression of you was that you were beautiful. He still thinks that, but not just about your looks. Renjun thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. He constantly thinks you could do so much better than him, but he’s happy that you chose him.

J= Joker (is he into pulling pranks?)

They aren’t necessarily pranks.. he just likes to slightly mess with your head and tease you. Only he is allowed to do it tho. If another dreamie tries to tease you or prank you (yes, I’m looking at you Haechan and Chenji) he is quick to shut it down and tell the member off

K= Kisses (how does he kiss?)

Little pecks when you see each other and when you’re departing. Sometimes he might steal a quick peck if he feels like it just randomly when you two are sitting on the couch, but usually, he can’t get enough and it ends up in a sweet (or heated) makeout session.

L= Little things (what little things does he love/notice?)

Whenever your simping for him or thinking about him, he sees a little sparkle in your eye. He knows it’s you thinking about him because the first time he saw it he asked what you were thinking about and you said you were thinking about him. Now every time you space out with a sparkle in your eye, he can’t help but get butterflies.

M= Memory (his favorite memory with you)

Renjuns favorite memory with you is hands down the first time you guys had a date at the arcade. He doesn’t like gaming a whole lot, but the quality time mixed with how adorable you looked every time you lost made his heart flutter and he fell more in love with you (if that’s even possible) in that moment.

N= Nickel (does he spoil you?)

Renjun probably buys you little trinkets or he makes you things. sometimes he might try to cook or he draws something for you. When he buys you trinkets, they might not be the most expensive things ever and to other people, they might look stupid, but you and Renjun know that they have a deeper meaning than just their look. he bought those for you out of the kindness of his heart.

O= Orange (what color reminds him of you?)

Yellow. When he sees you, he sees the sun to his moon. you are his sun and the color yellow represents everything bright and wonderful which is exactly what you are.

P= Pet names (what pet names does he use for you?)

very simple, your name or he calls you wifey. baby is an occasional but mutual name the both of you use.

Q= Questions (what questions is he always asking you?)

He’s always making sure that your eating well and getting enough sleep at night.

R= Remember (his favorite memory of you?)

Probably the first time you ever fell asleep on him. he took many pictures and just lavished on the fact that you trusted him and felt so comfortable enough with him that you fell asleep on him.

S= Sad (how does he cheer you up?)

He turns on your favorite movies and he always has your favorite snacks within reach so he can be there for you and show you he cares so much about you.

T= Talking (what do you guys talk about)

You guys often just talk about life and how your days went. your conversations are so relaxed that it’s easy and if something bad happened to either of you, y’all knew you could confide in the other and they could make you feel better.

U= Universe; use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g. he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious)

“Our love is like a bottomless well”. This is perfect for Renjun because he loves with his whole heart and his love for you is endless.

V= Very ____; their thoughts about each other (e.g. she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying etc.)

His thought on you: She’s very caring and adorable.

your thought on him: He’s very goofy.

W= Why (reasons why he loves you)

Any reason in the world. when Renjun loves, he loves with his whole heart. you are his everything. He loves you and can’t imagine a life without you so he has no specific reasons. He loves you because you are you.

X= Xylophone (what’s your song?)

I will always return by Bryan Adams.

Y= You are the ____ to my ____ (e.g. you are the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You are the sun to my moon. Just like the sun and moon, you guys can’t cycle without each other. you mean everything to Renjun and he means the same to you.

Z= Zebra (what pet would you two adopt together?)

This is a short explanation, but I see Renjun as more of a cat person so you guys would adopt a cat or kitten :)

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babbymochiiii · 2 months

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💋 VALENTINES WITH JAEHYUN

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ established relationship! jaehyun x reader

decided to do a little something something for jaehyun’s b-day and for valentines all at once 😚

Happy Valentine’s Day my loves and Happy Jaehyun Day!! 💖

divider credit @missroki 💌

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ JAEHYUN

this could honestly go both ways; either you celebrate both valentines and his birthday in one day or you choose to celebrate Valentine and his birthday separate depending how busy his schedule is

jaehyun always makes sure to ask you to be valentines the moment it’s Feb. 1, only once did it slip his mind…he learned his lesson there when you were about to sell him on Twitter 💀

for his birthday I feel like he would try not to make it a big deal but at the same time does just because he knows what some of the plans will be since he always ends up having last minute scheduling and wants to down his as much time as he can with you before said schedule

rarely do you guys have to reschedule things…but SM can be a pain in the ass so you guys always gotta make room for everything

honestly for moments where you do have to reschedule, he just brings you along with him. man don’t care about the public cause at this point SM is literally asking for it 💆🏻

everyday leading up to v-day he writes you hand written notes about the things he loves about you 💌

let’s be honest here…Jae is a BIG romantic fellow when he wants to be. like yeah he’s all shy and flustered about it but it’s what makes you love him and it makes you wanna squish him for how cute he’s being

i see his ears turning red the whole time just because he’s that shy about it :( such a cutie

the sex; oh my gods it’s intimate and passionate as fuck!!! literally what you both will be waiting for by the end of the day (if y’all can even make it to the end of the day)

jaehyun would seriously buy you sexy pieces of clothing just to end up ripping it off of you 🤪

“I’ll buy you new one baby don’t worry.”

literally would tell you this just so you’re not worrying about the fact that he “wasted” his money like that (man could care less because he’s pleasing both of y’all)

Okay but the after care???? honestly one of the best things he ever does for you 😩🫶🏼

Always getting you water, making sure you’re okay, giving you a well needed shower cause babes y’all were nasty nasty that night WHEW 😜

“You did so good for me baby.”

like UGHHHHHHH man makes me feral honestly

if you’re feeling up for it, he would carry you to the living room and make y’all food 🥹

you would protest that this was supposed to be his day and you would be the one doing everything for him but he would always brush you off and tell you that he loves taking care of you even if it is his day

get married at this point folks cause I would 😭💍

honestly…he would propose

and I KNOW it will be out of the blue 💀 like you’re just chilling in the living room eating ramen together, watching what’s every playing on the tv.

“we should get married.”

YOU WILL LITERALLY CHOKE ON THE NODDLE 😭😭

“W-what!?”

“I mean why not? I don’t think it’s a bad idea..do you?”

the puppy eyes he would give you

literally like this 🥺🙏🏼

how could you say no???

had to make a little post for our Valentine’s boy Jaehyun 🥰

first time I do something like this and I’m honestly thinking of doing more like this cause this was fun 🤭

Lemme know what y’all think! Should I make more posts like this 🤔???

Much love 🖤

— mochi 💌

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dearz310 · 7 months

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Ten things I notice about you | Jaehyun

SYNOPSIS: Jaehyun as a bakery owner and you are the familiar guest.

PAIRING: Jaehyun x Fem!reader

GENRE: Fluff | Just fluff | Stranger to lover

WORD COUNT: 9k+ words

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This senarios took me like months to finish. Jaehyun is really sweet in this story uwu. Anyway, fall is coming~ my favourite season is here <3 I hope you enjoy it and please share your thoughts with me. I'm not an English native speaker. If you found mistakes then let me know, I'd love to take note. Happy reading~

_Tuesday_

"If you have to choose to eat only one kind of breakfast, what would it be?"

You are lying down on the sofa, hands holding your newest favourite book. You stop in the middle, lower your book down and think for a few secs before answering your best friend, Jungwoo.

"I guess I will choose combo pain au chocolat and coffee. But it must be the pain au chocolat from the bakery down street, 2 blocks from our building you know."

"Yeah, I know, very well indeed. You only choose its pastry since it opened." Jungwoo says, “continues to focus on how to clean up his wardrobe mess.

Jungwoo is your best friend. Your family and his are neighbors and you were born before him only 29 days. You have had each other since you both were just newborn, and now young adults. Sometimes people are concerned about why you and he are not a couple. But it is normal. In fact, he is the most active person when it comes to finding you your own prince charming.

"They have an almost perfect pain au chocolat using dark chocolate with 80% cocoa. Normally bakers only use like 50%-60% to make sure it is not too bitter but it's not my style. Besides, they are near, and they open early in the morning." You exhale. "How I wish to have one for tomorrow morning, hey, tomorrow is Wednesday, could you please..."

"Get you one while I am running past there tomorrow?" Jungwoo turns his head toward you. "With a cup of coffee from Ten's coffee shop. Okay will do."

"That's my best friend lady and gentlemen. Love ya." You wink and that makes Jungwoo goosebump.

"Why don't you join me tomorrow? Then we can have breakfast at Ten's coffee shop?"

"I must go to the airport early the next morning to bid farewell to my nephew Seojin. He will go back to UK for at least 2 more years. You will miss your favourite breakfast at Ten's if you wait for me so just eat your first, I can have mine when I get back."

"Got cha." Jungwoo nods. "Could you please help me down there? I seriously have no idea why I have this much clothes."

"Coming."

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_Wednesday_ 6 am

One of Jungwoo’s habits is running in the early morning. It makes him feel fresh and relaxed. Sometimes you join him, even though it's not your favourite thing to do. He will run for at least half an hour, then go back home, take a shower and get ready to grab his morning coffee and breakfast at Ten's coffee shop at 7 am.

Ten is also his and your close friend. You guys met in a coffee exhibition 2 years ago and you were instantly in love with Ten's special coffee recipe then. How small is the world, just a few months later, a new coffee shop appeared down street and turn out the owner is him.

Today Jungwoo visits the Jung bakery first. He remembers to get you your favourite dark pain au chocolat. The Jung bakery only bakes a few ones, twice a week on Wednesday and Sunday, and doesn't even put a name tag for it. That's why only loyal customers know. If it's not because you asked before whether they have any dark chocolate pastries with high amount of cocoa, then you might never know it exists.

The bell rang when Jungwoo opened the door. He goes straight to get your pain au chocolat, also a milk bread for him, and make a payment as usual. However today, welcome him is the new cashier, not the same person he always sees.

"Oh hi." Jungwoo is a bit of a surprise. "I'd like to pay for these."

"Sure, please wait me a bit." The cashier smiles and quickly scans the price, as well as prepare a box to put Jungwoo's bread on. The dimples keep showing on his handsome face. "You must have been here many times."

"Yeah, I did. But I haven't seen you around before?"

"I’m just here to help cause today the cashier is on sick leave. It's Jaehyun, nice to meet you! And here is your bread, enjoy." Jaehyun says and hands the paper bag at the same time.

"Thank you. I'm Jungwoo, great to meet you either. Me and my friend are also the loyal guests at Ten's coffee shop right next to you. I guess we will see you around more often from now on."

"Next time please come here with your friend too, I'd love to meet you both. Free extra cookies are on me." Jaehyun smiles.

"Deal."

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"Hey, how it's going?" Jungwoo asks. He welcomes you at his apartment with the box that contains your favourite pain au chocolat. He even puts the strain into the coffee cup for you. "Class today?"

"I just tired." You exhale, too exhausted after coming back from the airport. "Already missed Seojin. And yes, I have class this afternoon, biology class of Professor Kim. Urgg, can today be worse?" You pout.

"Come on, eat your breakfast and you will feel charged. I know this can light up your day."

"Uhmm, 100 points." You already finished half the pain au chocolat. "I don't know why they only bake this twice a week on Wednesday and Sunday. Even though this is a good idea, because I specially need more energy those days. But still, if they have it for the whole week, you might see this is the only breakfast I have."

"You are so obsessed with it." Jungwoo laughs. "Eat slowly. Oh, and your coffee has extra shot. Ten said you need that every time you have biology class."

"Aww, he is so sweet. He even remembers that. What did I do in the past life to have friends like you guys?"

"Then you should treat me well if you still want to meet me in your next life. I almost forgot to tell you. Today I met a new cashier at Jung Bakery, and he is very nice. He said next time, he will give us free cookies."

"Really? Cool! Thanks for the breakfast, Jungwoo." You grab your coffee. "I have to go to the library now, still have one more English homework need to be done. Enjoy your day off."

"See ya."

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_Thursday_

The morning class is over and you're on your way to meet Jungwoo for lunch. As soon as you turn left at the end of the A building, your eyes catch Jungwoo. It is not hard to recognize him with his height and bright face. But he isn't standing there alone. There is a girl, seem like she is giving him a gift or something. You slightly smile, Jungwoo is really famous with girls and he knows that well. However, the next thing you notice is that the girl quickly left with the gift still in her hands...

You wait for a few mins before getting out and wave your hand so he can see you. He smiles and immediately helps you carry your bag.

"Such a gentleman. I can see why girls go crazy about you."

"Well, I am always full of charm." He smirks.

"I saw you with a girl a moment ago."

"Yeah, she is my Literature classmate. She said she likes me, but I said I already liked someone else."

"If this is a scene in a movie then the person you're talking about must be me. But this is reality, so spill it friend, I'm listening."

Jungwoo laughs hard. "Yeah, it's not you. It's Ahreum. You know Ahreum from my History class, right?"

Your mouth forms into an O. "Of course, I remembered her. She is so nice. I actually met her on University Day, and she helped me find the Admin office. I also met her several times when I prepared for the radio show. She is on the sound check team if I’m not mistake?"

"Yes, that's her."

"Nice Jungwoo. I think you guys match very well." You wink and smile at him. "You might already know but she is still single, bro."

"I know." He laughs. "That is the first thing I have to make sure before taking another step."

You both sit down at the cafeteria near your university. It is neither too big nor small, and guests here always try not to speak too loudly. It makes the place has a chill and comfortable vibe that you both enjoy so much.

As you are scanning the menu, Jungwoo is whispering. "Y/N, we just sat down for a few mins, but the cashier is already noticed you."

You don't even take a glance at his way. "Nah, maybe I have something on my face, or I sit at his direction by chance. I want this, number 3 "The Rainbow", 1 sourdough slice only, and an apple juice no sugar."

"Got it. And I mean that sis. Remember the guy in your Public Health class last semester? He tried to be my friend just to get your attention. And that one from my soccer club too. He asked for your phone when he saw you coming to cheer for me."

He stops to call the waitress and order food for both of you. "But you rejected them all." He continues when the waitress left. "Y/N, it has been 4 years since your breakup. Don't you interest in anyone at this University?"

"Nope." You look straight at him, then you see his eyebrows scrunch a bit. It makes you tilt your head with a bit of hesitation in your voice. "So far? Look, I do notice boys around me, okay. But they are just not my type."

"I still remember your ideal type. The friend in my soccer club, what's about him? From my point of view, he is quite close to your type, isn't it?"

"Nah, he asks for my phone number the first time he sees me. That makes an introverted soul like me feel uncomfortable."

"Alright alright, eat your lunch first." He gestures you to eat your sandwich before it cold. "Let's see, no smoking is a must, a handsome man, in YOUR standard, he must be nice, gentle and funny."

"True." You nod. "But ideal type isn't that important, as long as he has good personality and we match well. Like someone who can watch Disney movies with me?" You shrug.

"You used to force me re-watch the whole High School Musical with you." He pouts.

"It is because you think Troy and Gabriella tried to steal the spot of Sharpay and Ryan on the first audition, but they were not."

"Yeah, now I know."

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_Friday_

Jaehyun is busy in the kitchen testing the ingredients for his new recipe. After graduating, he used to work as a chef but then chose to open his own bakery. He loves baking. He loves the smell of freshly baked. Even though he is busy from the morning till the end of day, he still loves what he does. Now after hiring staff to help, he finally has time to research and work on the new flavour.

He surely has his pick, Valrhona 70%, Vanilla Madagascar Bourbon. Here he is, testing the glaze for his blood orange cake. He wants the new cake to be ready this Sunday.

"Jaehyun, I already cleaned up everything. I will go back home now. You should get home soon too." The cashier calls him from the kitchen entrance.

"Oh I forgot about the time." He then takes a glance at his watch, it's 9 p.m. "Thank you for reminding me. I'll finish this and close the bakery. You worked hard today, see you tomorrow."

The cashier nods his head and closes the kitchen door. After pouring all the blood orange glaze into a clean jar and put it into the refrigerator, Jaehyun also quickly cleans up the place to head home.

As he is walking on the street, he notices there are a couple of kids playing in the playground. He also loves these places so much when he was small. Jaehyun takes a deep breath. He will have a busy weekend. He is planning to have some time off for himself soon if this new cake receives good feedback.

The first rain drop appears. Lucky for him, he remembers to bring the umbrella. However, he doesn't want to come home. This season rain comes and goes quickly. Besides, he hasn't eaten dinner. He decides he will have a noodle cup at GS25. This kind of weather is perfect to have noodles. His home is not too far, he can come back home anytime he wants.

He gets a cup of noodles, a boiled egg and one hot dog. Although he is not a big fan of instant food or junk food, he gladly to have it sometime. As he is waiting for his turn to pay, the door opens again and there was you quickly running in. Outside it is heavily rain now.

There are two things that make he notices about you, a strange person. Firstly, the way you close the door. Normally people will let it auto close, but you turn around and make sure it closes. And the second thing is, when you get into the line to wait for payment, he sees you pick exactly the same things with him, the same noodle flavour, a boiled egg and hot dog.

"How do you want to pay?" The cashier voice makes Jaehyun turns his head straight.

"By cash please."

He chooses one random table beside the window to drop his bag. Only a few mins later, you appear on the second floor. A sudden thunderclap while you're trying to get your noodle out of the machine makes you startle a bit. Luckily you didn't drop your whole hot noodle cup.

"Are you ok?"

You hear someone asking and as a natural reflex, you raise your head toward the sound. Very nice voice, you thought. This guy is tall, handsome, he looks young, maybe around the same age as you, and you can see the cute dimples when he smiles.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good. I was just startled because of the sudden loud sound. Thanks for asking."

"Where is your table? Let me help you bring it to your place."

No, I'm fine, no need to do that. You really want to refuse but somehow, you're not doing that. Instead, you point to your table and say: "Then could you please help? I sit there."

Your table accidentally the one right in front of Jaehyun's table. He really wants to ask if he can sit with you so that he will have a chance to talk with you more. But at the same time, he thinks it might make you feel uncomfortable. He is a stranger anyway. So, after putting down your stuff and wishing you enjoy your meal, he just returns to his table.

Today is a super busy day. You have a late lesson and ton of tasks need to be done for next week course. No one is home since your parents are enjoying their married ceremony trip. You slowly enjoy your noodle cup, perfect for this kind of weather. Sometimes you stop to look outside. You like rainy days, you like watching it like this. The smell of the air in the rain and after the rain makes you feel fresh. Drop your chopstick down, you get your phone to message Jungwoo and ask him to bring you an umbrella.

From the corner of your eyes, you notice the handsome guy is cleaning his table. Seems like he just finished eating and is about to leave. He then slowly approaches you with an umbrella in his hand.

"Hi, sorry it's me again. It is raining outside, and I notice you don't have an umbrella. My house is near here so I can quickly run. Do you need this?" He smiles shyly while offering his umbrella. His dimples pop up again and you notice his ears are pink too.

You smile widely, shake your head to let him know that you don't need it. "Oh, thank you! That is so nice of you. My friend will be here soon to catch me so no worry. Besides, even when your house is near, I don't want you to get wet."

"Ok." Jaehyun nods, right when he is about to say more, you hear Jungwoo calling your name.

"Y/N ah!"

You wave your hand and smile widely when you see him.

"Jungwoo?"

Jungwoo was surprised when he saw you talking to a strange guy from far away, but then turns out this strange guy knows him.

"Oh, you are the cashier I met earlier at the Jung bakery, Jaehyun, right?"

"Right, it's me. It great to see you again Jungwoo."

"You guys met each other before?" You question both.

"Yes, we did." Jungwoo nods. "He is the cashier I met at the Jung bakery; I told you remember? Jaehyun, this is Y/N, she is my best friend."

"Nice to meet you Y/N, I'm Jaehyun." He reaches out to shake your hand.

"Nice to know you, Jaehyun. So, you are the one who promised to give Jungwoo free cookies next time he comes to Jung bakery."

"Ha ha yes that's me." He scratches the back of his head. His ears turn red again.

"We will make sure to go back next time. It is already 9, I should get Y/N home, or her parents will worry. I bring extra umbrella for you." Jungwoo gestures you to stand up and you quickly follow him after cleaning your table.

You give Jungwoo the hot dog you bought earlier. "I bought it for you."

"Nice, thank you. Jaehyun, we will go now. See you later!"

"Take care." Jaehyun waves his goodbye. He is still looking at your way after you leave. The world is so small, he is surprised at the way he knows you and your friend. He feels relief because you don't have to go out in the rain alone. There are three more things he notices about you. He thinks about you and Jungwoo, you both must have a special bond. He takes note that you have a pretty smile, and you seem bubbly. He can't wait to see you again at his bakery to find out what do you like.

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"How do you know him?" Jungwoo asks when both of you are on the way back to your apartment. "I mean Jaehyun."

"I actually don't know him. We accidentally met at GS25. He is offering me his umbrella and then you came." You shrug. "But he seems kind. Surprisingly you met him before."

Jungwoo nods his head. "From what I see, he seems nice. And if I'm not mistaken, he is your ideal type, sis." You can sense the mischievous in the way Jungwoo sounds.

"CLOSE. Close, okay." You raise your eyebrows at your best friend. "I won't deny that he looks attractive. But we barely talked, I know nothing about him."

"Do you want to pass by Jung bakery this weekend? On Sunday morning? My mom asks me to buy a new sourdough, and you can have a pain au chocolat for yourself."

"Deal. Do not just talking about my love life. What about you and Ahreum, anything new?"

Jungwoo turns to look at you with a big grin on his face. "I asked if she wants to watch a movie with me this weekend and she said yes."

"Ya bro, congratulations. Be good to her or else you will hear a whole lesson from me."

"Roger that."

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_Saturday_

You're sitting in Ten's coffee shop, nonstop typing to work on your assignment. Your professor wants you to finish research about blood pressure before the next subject. Ten was not only reserved a place near the window for you, but he also prepared double shot latte for you.

The weather is nice, the sky is blue and not too hot thanks to a huge rain last night. Sometime during your work, you take a look outside, wishing you were out there, inhaling a deep breath of fresh air. Taking a sip of coffee, you suddenly remember how caffein affects blood pressure. You promise to cut down on caffeine right after this busy week is done, even when you have no health problem.

Time flies so fast. You don't even realize it is lunch time. Not until your stomach growls and Ten approaches you.

"You want some lunch here?" He asks.

"Thank you but not today. Mom asked me to have lunch at home, today my grandmother will visit us. Have a nice day Ten."

"Nice day Y/N. Send my hello to your grandmother for me."

"I will. See you later!"

While packaging your stuff and ready to leave, you see a familiar person passing by. It is Jaehyun. He must go back to the bakery, you thought. After a few minutes thinking, you decide you will visit the bakery today. I can buy cookies for grandmother; I can treat myself with a small box of mini choux... You try to think about reasons why you want to go there, but deep inside, you know you just want to meet him again. It doesn't harm to get to know him better.

Jung bakery is just a few meters from Ten's coffee shop. The door is painted in white, it kind of different from most bakeries you know, which is coloured in brown. You push the door to step in. The doorbell is ringing and the first person you see is Jaehyun, who is busy organizing a new rack of freshly baked pastries.

"Welcome..." Jaehyun stops for a few seconds when he sees it is you. "Oh Y/N, hi."

"Hi Jaehyun." You smile. "How are you doing today?"

"Good, I guess, we had a busy Saturday morning. But I met a very lovely old couple. The grandfather is so careful toward his wife. They remind me of my grandparents."

"That's so lovely."

"Do you especially want anything today? Free cookies are on me."

"Oh no, no, I mean, Jungwoo isn't here today. We will come back tomorrow morning and you can give it to him then. I think I will have some soft cookies. And a box of mini choux." You grin.

"But I want to give you free cookies." Jaehyun smiles back. His ears are slowly turning red again. "You like cookies and choux here?"

"Cookies are for my grandmother, she is going to visit us today, and she likes soft vanilla cookies. Well, she shouldn't eat much but one is fine. Choux isn't my number 1 choice, but I haven't eaten it for a while. Oh, I won't take that craquelin, mini chocolate choux please." You point at the chocolate one. You should get them by yourself, but Jaehyun insists on doing that for you.

"Anything else?"

"That's enough, thanks Jaehyun."

"Then what do you like?"

"Me? Err a bit complicated?" You shrug. "But I love chocolate for sure, dark chocolate, around 80% cocoa and above. I really like the pain au chocolat here, the special version using dark chocolate. The baker here should get praise for making it."

Jaehyun laughs. His ears are now totally red after hearing your compliment. You haven't figured out he is that baker. He just nods his head constantly to let you know he is listening to everything you are saying.

"I guess you don't like things that is too sweet?"

"Yes, you're right, I prefer sweet and sour. What about you Jaehyun? What do you like?"

"I like dark chocolate too. I think we have the same taste. My pick here along with Pain Au Chocolat is Salted Chocolate Brownie Cookie."

You can feel your phone ringing inside the pocket. You excuse Jaehyun to answer the phone call from your mom. She said your grandparents are home now and asked if you could go back soon.

"Sorry Jaehyun, I gotta go now. It's nice talking with you today."

"Your cookies." Jaehyun nods and hands you your paper bag. "I guess I will see you tomorrow?"

"Of course, Jungwoo and I will be here tomorrow morning. See you then!"

"Have a nice day Y/N."

He looks at your small figure. Still the same way of closing the door. Today he knows one more thing about you: You love dark chocolate.

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Your grandparents greeted you with a warm hug. They still choose to live together in their small house in the suburbs instead of moving to Seoul. Grandmother said that she loves the air there, while grandfather has his friend group who always love to play chess with him every afternoon. The house has a small garden with a lot of roses. Grandfather said it is grandmother's favourite flower.

"I miss you so much, baby girl."

"Grandmother, I'm an adult now, only you keep calling me baby girl." You pout.

"In my eyes, you will always be a baby girl who loves watching me take care of roses and running toward your grandfather's way every time he says let's take a picture." Your grandmother smoothing your hair.

"I bought your favourite vanilla soft cookies." You open the paper bag and there is something to surprise you. Not only two cookies and a box of choux you bought earlier, but you also find one more cookie that noted "Salt Chocolate Brownie Cookie" and a small piece of dark chocolate.

Jaehyun's favourite things. You're not aware that you're smiling like an idiot until your father calls you and asks you to help him in the kitchen.

"I'm coming dad."

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_Sunday_

You woke up early, rode a bike around Han River and took a shower before texting Jungwoo. After half an hour preparing, with two pumps of your first pick perfume, and finally stepping into your favourite light purple sneakers, you are now ready to go out.

Jungwoo is patiently waiting for you downstair. When he sees you are coming, he smiles. You definitely care about your appearance today. Normally it only takes you 10 mins to get ready. He is not sure what or who affects your decision, but he has a name on his head.

"Morning." He welcomes you. "Look like someone is in a very good state."

"ME." You point at yourself. "I had a good sleep last night; I woke up early this morning and I even had some time to ride a bike. It has been a while since I have had this much spare time. Now I get why people keep advising you to live a healthy life."

"Look who is talking, a future doctor. Besides, I think you still care about your health, it’s just you are too busy lately."

"Maybe you're right. Hey, my grandparents visited yesterday. Grandmother made a whole box of kimchi dumplings for you. I will give it to you later."

"She is like my grandmother too. Are your grandparents well?"

"Sure, they are. They look so happy every time I meet them. How I wish I could be like that when I am older."

"Not just you sis, they are basically everyone's dream." He smiles.

"I will visit Ten first, do you want a drink?"

"One ice americano please. Then I'll go to the bakery first, see you there."

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Jaehyun should have stayed in the kitchen today but he couldn't keep himself away from the main room. He uses every spare time to tiptoes and sneakily takes a peek at the main room, that makes other bakers who work with him and even the cashier looks at him in curios. They used to sell new cake before, but they had never seen their boss act like this. Only Jaehyun knows the main reason why he keeps going back and forth.

The door opens and Jungwoo steps in. As usual, he goes straight to get your Pain Au Chocolat first then looks around. Jaehyun was standing behind the door when Jungwoo came. He assumes that you come with Jungwoo, it takes him less than one minute to leave his apron and oven glove behind to go out.

"Good morning Jungwoo!"

"Hi Jaehyun. How are you today?"

"I'm doing good." Jaehyun answers but instead of fixing his eyes on Jungwoo, he glances around trying to find your presence. Jungwoo seems to sense this as well. He slightly smirks before giving the new friend an assurance statement.

"Y/N is buying drinks, she will be here soon."

"I see..." Jaehyun nods his head. "Did you choose what you like? Today we have a new cake, Blood Orange Bundt Cake, maybe you would like to have a try?"

He notices Jungwoo only gets one Pain Au Chocolat, and it makes him quite confused. Isn’t he supposed to get two for you and for himself?

"Sorry to ask but I see you only grabbed one Pain Au Chocolat? We still have many."

"Oh, actually this is not my favourite, sorry to the baker but I'd prefer something sweeter, or soft cakes, so I'd love to try the new Bundt cake. I only bought this for Y/N, she is so obsessed with it."

"Hi guys, hi Jaehyun~" Your bubbly voice echoes in the air. You look pretty today; and Jaehyun can smell the sea salt and sage when you step inside. The sense is very fresh. Must be her perfume.

"Good morning Y/N."

"How are you guys doing?"

"I'm picking today's sweet treats follow Jaehyun's suggestion." Jungwoo smiles and slightly waves the tray in front of your eyes. "Your number one pick is already here, no worry sis."

"I am not worrying about that." You glare at him before turning to Jaehyun. "What are you suggesting for him?"

"I told him we have a new cake today, Blood Orange Bundt Cake. I have a small piece for tasting here, wait for me a bit." Jaehyun quickly excuses himself to the kitchen.

You find things seem a bit strange. As you remember, Jaehyun is a cashier, but the old cashier is here. Besides, if the bakery wants the customer to have a taste before buying, they should put it here so that everyone knows. You are confused but before asking your best friend, he says another thing that catches your attention.

"I think he cares about you." Jungwoo nudges your shoulder. "He was obviously looking for you while you weren't here. He didn't even refuse that." He smirks.

"So what? We told him we would be here today, there would be nothing strange if he was looking for me. Maybe he was just curious."

That's when the kitchen door opens and Jaehyun comes back with two slices of the new cake. He asks both of you to sit down.

"Our new cake guys. Enjoy eating." He gives you both clean forks.

"Thanks, Jaehyun, it smells good." You smile. "And delicious." You nod your head after tasting one piece. "Sweet and sour at the same time. I love it."

The smile spreads across Jaehyun's lip. Jungwoo also nods his head in approve. "She's right, this one is a boom, Jaehyun. You said it is new, right? Soon, it will be one of the top sellers. I am already a fan of it."

"Thanks guy." Jaehyun shyly scratches the back of his neck. “Fruity pastries aren’t my strength. It’s great to hear such compliments from you two.”

"Oh, I almost forget." You put the fork down and grab the Matcha latte cup on the table, hand it to Jaehyun. "I bought this for you. I want to thank you for your cookies yesterday. I don't know what you like and whether you drink caffein or not, so I bought Matcha latte, hope it's ok."

Jaehyun eyes soften. "You don't have to do that. Thanks Y/N! Matcha latte is good. And for your information, I can drink caffein, I prefer coffee to tea...I mean if you want to know." His ears are turning red again.

You giggle. "Yes, I'd love to know that. Can we stay here for a while? I'd like to enjoy my Pain Au Chocolat before it gets cold."

"Do you want me to heat it up for you? Jaehyun suggests.

"That'd be great but am I bothering the baker?"

"No worries, you're not bothering me at all."

"You are the baker here?" Jungwoo looks at him confusedly.

"Yup I am. Actually, I am the owner here." Jaehyun sheepily smiles. "My full name is Jung Jaehyun, and that's how I named the bakery, Jung bakery."

"I thought you were a cashier, and I couldn't help but wonder why you don't have to work, sorry." Jungwoo says.

"Me either, hehe sorry Jaehyun."

"It's ok." Jaehyun laughs. "I should have told you earlier. Here, let me heat up the Pain Au Chocolat for you. And do you want another slice of this Bundt cake or something else Jungwoo?"

"A big slice of Blook Orange Bundt is perfect, thanks chef!"

Jaehyun takes your bread with him and disappears to the kitchen. You and Jungwoo share a look before you both laugh out loud.

"Uhmmm, so he cares about you, and he bakes your favourite bread."

"You love teasing me, don't you?" You wince.

"Sis, I am serious. Jaehyun seems like a good guy, at least I think you guy can be a very good friend."

"Ok ok, stop it. He will get back here soon."

Jaehyun soon is back with two plates. He carefully puts them down on the table and then accuses to back to work since customer is coming more and more. You cut the bread, the scrunchy sound is perfect, and its smell is definitely a blessing to your soul. You love the bakery; you love good coffee, and you love a peaceful morning spent with your close friends.

Before leaving, you and Jungwoo decide to buy some more sweet treats, and of course can't forget the sourdough bread for Jungwoo's mom. Jaehyun insists he wants to pack all by himself. The cashier couldn't help but let his boss do his job.

Jungwoo goes back home quick, just to give his mom the freshly baked bread. He also helps you leave your pack inside a refrigerator. Today you and him have an important thing that needs to be done, which is helping Jungwoo buy a gift for Ahreum. He has a movie date with Ahreum today evening and your friend wants to give her a small gift. You found it really lovely.

You get back home at 2pm after having lunch. Jungwoo is having his first date and you feel so happy for him. At the same time, you can't help but think when you will be able to find yourself a lover.

You open the refrigerator and see the paper bag from Jung bakery. Jung Jaehyun really knows how to make small surprises. Besides what you bought earlier, you find another extra cookie, and a note says that "Dark chocolate fill with Salted Caramel. I'm testing this new recipe and I want you to be the first one who taste it ^.^"

The smile spread across your lips when you read his note. Cute. But Jaehyun is not only knows how to make small surprise, but he also knows how to give you a big one. Another note falls out of the bag when you try to take out the lime roll cake.

"Y/N, do you want to go out and watch a movie with me tonight? This is my phone number, text me if you have some spare time and if you feel comfortable enough."

- Jaehyun -

Your mouth forms a slight O and you keep reading his message again and again. You walk back and forth in the living room for at least half an hour. Do you have free time tonight? Yes, you already finished all the tasks and tonight is a Sunday night. Do you feel happy? Yes, in fact. Do you want to go out with him? Yes.

Jaehyun is a definition of what you all ever imagine about a prince charming. The only thing that is preventing you is your scaredy-cat soul.

You get the phone from your pocket and unhesitant text Jaehyun. Well, go big or go home. Why do you have to reject him just because you feel insecure that things might not work?

The guests are still coming but Jaehyun is not that busy. His bakery always closes sooner every Sunday as the way he treats himself, and his co-worker, so that they have full energy for the whole new week. He puts the glove down right when he feels his phone vibrating inside the apron's pocket.

"YES!" His voice echoes inside the kitchen and makes everyone turn around and look at him.

"You must receive some good news." One of the bakers asks him.

"I was wondering the same thing. He looked anxious the whole day." Another baker adds.

"Nothing guys." Jaehyun says nothing but his ears are red. His eyes are sparkling. His hand keeps scratching the back of his neck. And he couldn't stop smiling like an idiot. Everyone can clearly see that he is very happy.

Jaehyun takes a glance at his watch. It is almost 4 p.m. The bakery is about to close. He quickly cleans things in the kitchen so that he can return home right when the bakery closes and prepare to hang out with you tonight.

4.03 pm

Jaehyun turns the sign to CLOSE. The cashier just left a few secs ago. Jaehyun looks at the kitchen and main room once again before getting his backpack and locks the bakery's door carefully.

He passes by the flower shop on his way home. He chooses a small bouquet of pink tulips. It catches his eye right when he steps into the shop, he thinks it is perfect for you, with those pink soft petals and green leaves. If he must choose one color to describe you, it'd be pink. Lovely, bright and full of charm.

After paying, he quickly returns home to take a shower. He is going to have the first date with you tonight, at 5.30 pm. First date.

His voice can be heard inside the bathroom. Jaehyun has a warm voice, but he rarely sings. Normally he is too focused on baking to sing. But the happy feeling makes him want to sing today.

Jaehyun chooses a loose white T-shirt, along with a pair of jeans and a leather belt. Casual. He already decided which perfume he is going to use tonight. He then looks at his reflection in the mirror and takes a deep breath. Nervous but excited, especially when the time to his date is near.

5.20 pm

Jaehyun is already standing on the first floor of your apartment and patiently waiting for you. He holds the tulip bouquet in his hand and walks back and forth slowly. You can see him from far away. How can he look so good even with just a simple loose white T-shirt? Your heart skips so many beats as you come closer to him.

His eyes meet yours and he welcomes you with the most beautiful smile you think you have ever seen.

"Hi Jaehyun." You shyly say in a tiny voice.

"Hi Y/N, I bought this for you."

"I love it, thanks. I really like flowers, and the pink color."

A big smile appears on Jaehyun's face. So, you like pink. He got the color right; he is having a good start.

"You look beautiful today, shall we get going?"

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You are now sitting on Jaehyun's car with the bouquet on your thigh. He turns on the radio and the familiar melody fills the place.

"I see the light." You slightly nod your head, approve of his song's choice.

"Do you like Disney?" Jaehyun takes a glance at you from his driver seat, sheepishly asks.

"I do. I am a huge fan of Disney." You giggle and that makes Jaehyun feel relief. One more thing to take note of you.

"Where are we going?"

"I know a very cozy restaurant with delicious food. Is there anything you can't eat?"

"No, I am not allergic to anything. You?"

"Me either. My favourite food is spicy pork. What about you?"

"I like many things, but my mom's sweet and sour pork rib is the best."

Things are flowing well. You and he can't stop with small talk on the way to the restaurant. Jaehyun is a gentleman, and he is so down-to-earth person. He knows how to make you feel comfortable. He shows his good manners. He is super funny, much funnier than you thought. And he shares similar tastes with you on so many things. He makes you feel like you have known him for a long time, not just a week.

"What movie do you want to watch?" You ask him when you both stand in front of those movie posters inside a cinema theatre.

"Lady first, what movie do you want to choose?" He gestures to you to pick.

"Should we say it at the same time? I already had my pick."

"Funny, ok I'm on it."

"Ready! 1, 2, 3. Elementals."

You both say it at the same time and laugh.

"You choose it because I played I see the light on the car or because of your love with Disney movie?" Jaehyun asks.

"Both. I prefer animation, comedy, romance, kinda like that. Not scary and horror movies. Besides, this one has good reviews, and you like Disney too so I think it's a good choice for both of us."

"Nice. I watched its trailer, it seems interesting. Let's go. I'll buy a ticket."

"Then let me buy popcorn and drink." You offer.

"Deal." Jaehyun nods after a few seconds. He then turns to face you and speaks. "But next time please let me pay for it. I am the one who asked you to go out with me."

"So, it's mean we will have the second date?" You say in a super tiny voice.

Jaehyun quirks his eyebrows. He lowers his head to look at you closer. "What did you say?"

Your eyes met his. He has such beautiful eyes. Why does he look so perfect? Your heart skips so many beats and you think if he gets even closer, he will be able to hear it.

"Huh, nothing. Let's get in line." You blink your eyes and turn around to get into the line. Jaehyun is smiling behind you at how adorable you act.

Your first date with him is coming to an end. You're waiting for Jaehyun in front of the theatre while he is getting his car. Jaehyun's jacket has a warm and sweet smell, something like vanilla. It feels like him, warm and sweet.

His car stops and there is Jaehyun, running out to open the car door for you to hop in. He mumbles "careful" while keeping his hand above your head.

"I turned on the heater, let me know if you still feel cold."

"It is warm now, thanks Jaehyun. Do you mind if I play some music?"

"No, not at all. How about you choose the music this time?" Jaehyun smiles and takes a glance at you. "I'd like to know your favourite song."

"Alright. It's not Disney though. But I promise it is good."

During the drive back home, Jaehyun shares with you his decision of opening his own bakery. It was not easy at all, but he is lucky that his parents are his biggest supporter. You talk about your dream of becoming a good doctor. That's why you chose this course but now you're a bit struggling.

"You shouldn't force yourself too much." Jaehyun says. "You're not simply studying, you're acquiring it, and because it is needed to help people, which you want to do, right? I always tried to think about that during my course, to make the lessons less boring." He grins.

"You used to feel boring during your classes?" You surprise. "I know chefs also have to learn both theory and practice. But isn't it should be more interesting when you have more chance to practice?"

"Yup, but not when you have to learn how to cut onion again and again."

You laugh at Jaehyun's story. You totally agree with him. Helping people is what you want to do, helping people makes you happy and that is your biggest motivation to do the best on this course.

As the car enters the parking lot, you start to feel sad and disappoint a bit. This is the best first date ever and Jaehyun is much more charming than you thought he could be. He opens the door for you and you both walk together back to your home.

The weather is very nice. You take a deep breath to enjoy the fresh air. There are moments when Jaehyun's hand slightly brushes your hand but you both do nothing. He then breaks the silence first.

"May I ask how long have you known Jungwoo? I know you too are best friend, seems like you both know each other for a very long time."

"I have known him my whole life." You grin. "Our parents are good friends too and they are neighbors. Then me and Jungwoo were born in the same year, amazing, isn't it." You turn to face him. "He is my childhood friend, my best friend, and sometimes like my big brother since I am an only child."

"It's amazing. Good to hear that you have a very good friend that always stays by your side." Jaehyun nods.

"I know. I think I am very lucky to have him as a friend. Do you have many close friends?"

"I do, I have some close friends, but not too many. Most of them are my classmates during high school. It was a good old time. We play games together, play basketball together. They visit my bakery quite often. I hope I can introduce them to you. They're all good guys I promise." Jaehyun puts his hand on the sky. His dimple is showing again, and he makes you laugh at his adorable dork side.

"Well then I'd like to meet them too."

You can see your apartment building now. It is time to bid goodbye.

"Do you have class tomorrow?" Jaehyun asks.

"Yeah, I do have one class in the early morning, and a team meeting in the afternoon. You will close the bakery tomorrow, right?

He nods. "Yes, do you want to visit the bakery tomorrow after you are done with the meeting? I was practicing the new recipe and it'd be great if you can help me with the taste." He scratches the back of his neck.

"I will. I'd love to do that Jaehyun." The smile spreads across your lip. "I will see you tomorrow then."

"I have a super fun day, thank you Y/N. Goodnight!"

"Me either. Wish you have a good dream." You wave your hand and slowly go toward your apartment. "Get safe, text me when you get back home."

Jaehyun nods and raises his hand waving at you too. He still stands there for a few more minutes until he no longer sees your figure. He walks back to his home, sometimes skipping on the street and the smile is non-stop appears on his handsome face. Today he has a chance to talk more with you, to know more about you. You have dimples, not very clearly but he can show it whenever you tighten your lips. He couldn't wait until he could see you again tomorrow.

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One missed call from Jungwoo and two new messages unread right when you finished showering. He seems very excited and can't wait to tell you about his first date with Ahreum.

"Bro, I just got back home half an hour ago. How was your first date?" Your voice echoes through the phone.

"I had an amazing day today. She is so sweet, and you know what, we will have the second date next week."

You can even hear the happiness in Jungwoo's voice. "I'm so happy for you Jungwoo. Let me guess, you are non-stop smiling on the bed right now. Are you sure you can sleep well tonight?"

"If I dream about her."

"Eww cheesy."

"But you, Y/N, I just realized it is almost 10. Where did you go, may I ask, my best friend?"

"I went to a cinema and watched Elementals."

"With?"

You roll your eyes before answering Jungwoo. "Jaehyun"

"Ok...What? You hang out with Jaehyun?"

"Calm down, you are going to wake up all the neighbors. I can even hear your voice from my apartment."

"Now that's too much sis. But seriously, you too watched a movie together? Is that a date?" His mischievous laugh could be hear clearly.

"Is that?"

"I'm asking you."

"Yes, it is, it is a date. You happy now? Jaehyun is so nice, Jungwoo. He is much more charming than I have ever thought, than we have ever thought. He is such a gentleman, and he takes good care of me today. I truly think this is my best first date."

"While I am seriously thinking that I should talk with him more. To see how he is able to win my best friend's heart in such a short time. But you sound happy Y/N."

"Do not scare him, what if he run away?"

Jungwoo laughs hard. "How can I? Besides, he won't do that. From what I saw earlier, he is so whipped for you. Finally, you are no longer single."

"Hey that's too fast, we haven't done anything yet. I have to dry my hair now. Sleep and I hope you dream about your princess tonight."

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight."

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Monday is always a tough day. But today is different. The early morning class wasn't that hard. The meeting went well. Even the strict professor didn't give your class extra homework. And you are going to meet Jaehyun. Perfect.

The bakery's sign is close; but the room is bright as usual. Jaehyun is waiting for you on the waiting bench inside. You pop your head round the door and show him the bright smile.

"Good evening."

"Hi, you really came." Jaehyun instantly stands up.

"Of course I am. I had a great day today. Everything went well. How was your day Jaehyun?"

"Great, it's good seeing you happy like that. You know, I just visited the local market, look what I bought." Jaehyun shows you the package and you can immediately recognize it.

"Hot tteok?"

"Well, it is no longer hot but yeah. Do you like it?"

"Yes. When I was a little kid, my mom usually bought it for me when she went to the local market. Part of the childhood." You shrug.

"Do you want to visit my workplace?"

"Isn't this place?"

"I mean the kitchen." He laughs. "I barely stay in the main room. Come on, let me show you."

You follow him. The kitchen and the main room are just separated by a door and a small lobby. The kitchen, surprisingly, doesn't look like those kitchens you always see in the movie. It is much more interesting than that.

"You have a kitchen bar?"

"Surprise!" Jaehyun spreads his arms and turns around looking at you with a proud face. "This is where I spend most of time, so I don't want it just simply a kitchen. There is a storage room, and an office room over there for everyone to rest too."

"This is amazing. You are amazing Jaehyun."

You are busy scanning around, while Jaehyun's eyes are focusing on you. Your face fills with awe and he thinks that is really cute.

"Thank you! Oh my God I'm sorry, you must be hungry. I forgot that I should heat up the cake for you first."

"No need to rush, I'm good." You smile gently. "You must put a lot of effort into this. Your workspace is so cool."

"I don't think I can handle it all without the help from my family and my friends. I really appreciate their help. Happy to hear that you love it."

You sit down at one of the chairs in front of his kitchen bar. Looking at Jaehyun, who is heating up the cake, you finally understand why people say that hard-working men are attractive. You cannot stop yourself from smiling.

"You want to try something new?" He turns around. His dimple shows up and you feel your heart beating faster again.

"What new?"

"I will show you..." He nods his head at the ting sound of the microwave. "After we eat the tteok."

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"Y/N, have you ever wondered why I only have freshly baked Pain Au Chocolat on Wednesday and Sunday?" Jaehyun asks. He takes something out of the refrigerator.

"I know nothing about baking." You grin. "But I used to tell Jungwoo that I was actually satisfied with the fact that Jung Bakery doesn't provide it daily. Wednesday is the toughest day and Sunday is the rest day of the week for me. I need extra happiness on those days."

Jaehyun laughs. In front of you now is dough, and two bakery rollers.

"Good things take time." He smiles. "My teacher said Making croissants is a project. It needs time to rest, to develop all the layers. It doesn't mean we can't make it daily, there are lots of recipes that allow you to do that. But I strongly agree with you that we need extra happiness on Wednesday and Sunday, that's also a reason why I have more sweet treats on the menu those days. And 10% off on Monday." He winks.

You both share a look before laughing. "So, I didn't say nonsense things. What is the new thing that you ask me to try?"

"Do you want to make a pain au chocolat yourself?"

"Like how?"

"Here, let me show you."

You come and stand beside him. Even though this is not the first time you stand too close next to him, you still can't stop yourself from, firstly, distracting, and secondly, nervous. The height gap, his perfume, his face, everything about him makes your heart flutter.

"You should roll the dough like this until..." Jaehyun keeps talking but you can only catch some of the words. Sometimes you think you are lucky that he isn't your professor's TA or kind of like that because you will definitely become a nonprofessional person if you work with him.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah? Oh, I'm so sorry, I was spaced out a bit. Can you please repeat the move?"

Instead of explaining again, Jaehyun steps behind you and wraps his arms around you. You feel like your heart stops beating for 1 second. He is so close that you can even feel his hot breath on your skin.

He holds your hand and rolls the dough with you. "There."

The process is quite interesting, but you are too distracted by Jaehyun. You turn your head to look at him, but his face is now so close to you.

"Y/N." He calls your name again. His voice is so warm. His eyes are so beautiful. He looks beautiful.

You lean in and kiss him, a light kiss on his plump lips. You both looking at each other. Jaehyun doesn't look so surprised at your action. The next thing he does surprises you more. He wraps his hand around your waist, pulls you closer and kisses you back.

"I really like you Y/N." Jaehyun breaks out into a huge smile. "From the first time I saw you, I already wished that I had a chance to meet you again. I want to see you more; I want to be with you_"

You hug him. "Me too." You chuckle. "Things I love the most today is meeting you.”

“How would you feel about going out on a date with me tomorrow?” He asks, his eyes soften.

"I'd love to. You always know how to give me surprise Jaehyun.”

“I did?”

“Yes. What are we going to do tomorrow?”

“I’m thinking of Disney movie marathon but let save it for the weekend. Since you said I know how to give you surprises, it is a secret now.” He laughs.

“As long as there is you.” You smile.

#fanfic #fic #fluff #senarios #nct #jaehyun #jaehyunfic #stories

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daegall · 2 years

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"Things I do for you."

pairing: spiderman!mark x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship!AU, spiderman!AU

warnings: none (i think?)

word count: 852 words

a/n: happy late birthday to the bestest boy everr!!!!!!!!! this was a bit overdue LOL but i really wanted to post something for mark ^^ been in my major mark feels recently i couldnt help myself hehe

i know i havent been posting a lot, and that's because my new school semester had just started and i still trying to adapt and get used ot everything :) (got too comfortable for summer beak HAHA) been a stressful couple of weeks for me recently, and i haven't really gotten better, but i hope it do <3 i hope you all do to!!!!

networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @ficscafe @kflixnet @k-radio @nct-writers + @soobin-chois @addictedtothesummernights @markhyuckselca @jaehunnyy <3

Wednesday's are for staying up late and doing whatever you want, playing whatever games you want, watching as many movies as you want, anything, because you have nothing to do on Thursdays, no classes or extra tutoring like every other day.

And due to this, you wake up at 10 or 11 on Thursday. But today, when you wake up, and reach out for your phone to check the time, you are pleasantly surprised at the time being 09:27 AM.

You proceed to shift to a more comfortable spot on your bed, bringing your phone closer to your face to clearly see all the new uploads to your friends' stories. In the midst of watching one of Lee Jeno's dance covers, you get a text.

Thinking nothing of it, you swipe up on the notification, opting to read it later, after you're done watching, gushing, and bombarding Jeno with words of admiration.

Finally, you tap on the notification, and grow confused at the text.

Mina

Y/n where are you 😭

you're gonna get late to the discussion!!

Did you forget bc its a thursday T^T

Mina knew you too well.

"Shit!" Instantly, your sheets fly away, thrown across the room, as you scramble up to get to the bathroom.

It's when you're finished with washing your face, when you hurriedly pick up your phone. Your wet flingers slip across the screen, your phone unable to detect any of the movement, before you desperately wipe both your screen, and fingers on the sleeve of the sweatshirt you quickly threw on earlier.

Instantly, a number is being dialed, and instantly, the person picks up.

"Hey honey!" The tender voice of your boyfriend gives you a sense of reassurance and comfort in a mini panic session.

"Good morning, Mark," you breath out. You remember him mentioning something about enjoying it when you greet him a good morning. "look, uh, I have a group discussion at the library today, you think you can drop me off?"

"Sure, what time should I pick you up?" In a moment, you hear shifting from the other line, before light footsteps. A light jingle, supposedly from his car keys, makes you feel a little exasperated.

"About that,"

You hear Mark halt, before a confused noise slips from his lips.

"It's in—well, was—a minute ago. Think this calls for desperate measures.

"Fuck," Mark curses quietly, before tossing his keys back onto his desk. "The things I do for you, I swear. Better pay me back later!"

"Yeah, yeah," you dismiss. "thank you Mark, love you!"

Not even 5 minutes later, when you barely just finished getting ready, there' a soft knock at your window, and you whip around to find the familiar red and blue suit you love to see.

Your heart beats faster in your chest when Mark slips in your room, throwing his mask off. "You ready? Here, give me your bag."

He scurries around your room, grabbing your backpack, your phone, and chargers. He knows you tend to lose the latter.

Mark secures his mask around his face, climbing onto the window sill, before reaching his arms out to you. "Alright, let's go,"

Once you're secure in his arms, a flick of Mark's wrist and you're off, maneuvering his way to the alleyways, where you two would usually take, as nobody would be lurking there. Unless they were drunk.

You hang on to your dear life, shutting your eyes tight to try to suppress the feeling of thrill and butterflies you get whenever you're soaring in the skies.

You peek an eye open, which is instantly settled on Mark, as he expertly swings through the path. You find it very endearing how he would go to extreme measures go have you less late too some group discussion you could be a little late to.

Now that you realize it, this whole thing is probably bad. Mark risking his identity just for you to make it on time?

On the other hand, you feel so incredibly grateful that you're able to know this secret about Mark, heck, even knowing Mark sounds like a blessing.

The alleyway just 3 blocks from the library is where you land, where you jump from his arms, straightening out your outfit, before accepting all your belongings that Mark had held onto and kept safe.

"Quickly, quickly!" He mumbles, patting you.

Before he can fully push you away, you rush up to him, pulling his mask upwards just a little bit, before connecting your lips together sweetly.

The kiss lasts only for a few seconds, before Mark chuckles against your lips and pushes you away gently. One of his hands reaches up, cupping the side of your face, before he pats your cheek once, twice.

"Good luck, baby. Call me when you're finished, yeah?"

You nod instantly, wrapping your fingers around his clothed wrist, rubbing your fingers against his skin reassuringly, before you let go and start making your way to the library.

"Thank you again, spiderman! I'll get us some food to make up!"

Oh, the things Mark Lee would do for you.

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osakaprince · 2 years

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although motherhood taught you many skills, multitasking was not one of them. you struggled to cook with a flailing baby on your hip or to talk on the phone with a new crawler on your hands or, in your current case, you struggled to hold open a door while pushing a stroller through at the same time.

you thought you had it all figured out. that being a single mother wasn’t quite as difficult as you assumed it would be, but some days were hard. you found yourself just barely getting by. other days, conquering the world seemed easy as could be.

“here, let me help.” a voice came from the other side of the door, pulling it open wider for you and your son to get through.

you sighed in relief, too focused on avoiding the door with the stroller to see who was your knight in shining armor, “thank you. i apologize for causing such a-”

when your eyes finally met the man in front of you, you could have swore the world stopped spinning; like one of those cheesy movie scenes. he was handsome, super model handsome, and stood confidently.

he noticed your mid-sentence stop and chuckled softly, “it’s no problem. everyone else was just going to watch you struggle so i figured i’d help.”

you smiled.

“um,” he cleared his throat. “this place has really good cakes. you should try them.”

“yeah, i’ll take a look. thanks.”

the boy stepped aside and you ventured further into the cafe. it was a cozy feeling — a simple aesthetic and little pastel decorations scattered around. the worker at the front counter was extremely kind and helpful in assisting you with a drink option.

while waiting for your order, you spotted the display case with various little desserts that the man from earlier mentioned. you went to take a closer look until your son started to fuss from beside you.

“order for y/n!”

you panicked for a split second. attend to your crying child before customers got annoyed or get your drink so you’re out of other customers’ way?

“don’t worry, i got it for you.” the same boy from a few minutes ago stood in front of you again. “hope you don’t mind.”

the same sigh of relief left your lips, “maybe i should start bringing you everywhere with me.”

“maybe we could start by grabbing a table and letting me get to know you?” he smiled.

#mini series⁉️ maybe⁉️#lmk your thoughts #jaehyun #jaehyun imagine #jung jaehyun #jung jaehyun imagines #nct #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct dad au #nct jaehyun #nct jung jaehyun #nct senarios #nct series #nct 127 #nct 127 imagines #nct jaehyun imagines #jung jaehyun fluff #nct drabbles

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lovelyminnieee · 2 years

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[4:42 PM] K.D.Y

G: angst, WC: 0.2K, warnings: Argument, cold Doyoung, sexual reference, cheating.

"Doyoung, stop it!" You shout, hurt by the words that constantly fell off of his lips. Tears are running down your cheeks, your hands pressed to your ears in an attempt to drown him out.

Doyoung pauses, staring at you, eyes cold. God, you wish you knew what you were signing up for when you started dating him. His anger issues, his ice cold heart that you wished would warm up for you once, he was a walking red flag for fucks sake. How blind had you been?

"Chose one, Doyoung. Me or her. It's either me or her, you can't make me a second option, not anymore." You break, tears uncontrolable. You sniffle, eyes red and raging, just like your mind.

"Don't make me chose." He says, hands clenched into fists by his side.

"Why? Cause you'll chose her?" You spit, watching his face go stone cold.

"Yes." Is all that comes out of his mouth. Well that's your cue to leave.

You pack you bags in a rush, throwing everything you see in your eyes that's yours into your bag. Doyoung just stands there, his eyes following your every movement.

Once your bags are all packed, you grab them, stopping before Doyoung to say one last thing.

"Fuck. You," you sneer at his face, finger pointing at him.

"I hope while you're shoving your dick down her throat like I found you, she chokes on it and dies." You push at his chest, watching him stumble back as you open the door, and step outside.

You slam the door shut, the sound echoing throughout the whole apartment complex.

That's the end of it for you. You were a chapter to him and to you, he was the whole book.

#doyoung #nct smut #nct #nct 127 smut #nct fanfic #nct fluff #nct u smut #nct imagines #nct dream #nct angst #haechan #nct Doyoung #nct senarios #nct timestamps #doyoung timestamps #doie #kim doyoung nct #NCT Doyoung

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375-mhz · 2 years

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screaming and crying as johnny fucks you until you're squirting

#johnny smut #johnny suh smut #nct smut #nct senarios #johnny suh scenarios #kpop smut #twt links #bg link

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ljxlj48 · 2 years

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The Nanny

Chapter 06

Lee Taeyong x fem reader

Masterlist

preview, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, epilogue

Genre: mafia au! dad taeyong au!

Warnings: explicit language, mature themes, drinking, angsty

Word Count: 4.8K+

Author’s note: sorry this is a little late, but here you go lovelies. hugs and kisses to anyone reading <333

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“Taeyong,” you yelled trying to grab his attention as you came down the stairs.

“Yes dear?” he responded back, meeting you at the bottom of the staircase.

“What do you think?” you pulled out a white sundress from your closet, and you figured you try it on, and show Taeyong. You twirled in the short sundress, that was more of a cream color than white, but it was the closest you had.

“You look beautiful,” Taeyong took your hand, twirling you around once again, “completely perfect. You know what I was thinking, maybe we should take a couple days, go to a hotel, we’ll take Dasom and the boys too.”

“Why not,” you responded back, a smile taking its place on your face. These past two days of being engaged to Taeyong had to be the happiest you ever felt.

“Go pack a bag then,” you nodded your head about to rush up the stairs again, before Taeyong caught your wrist pulling you into a kiss, “pack one for Dasom too,” Taeyong whispered against your lips.

You pulled away nodding your head, going back up the stairs to pack yours and Dasom’s bags once again. As you sat in your room, folding clothes to pack, your mind began to wander. What exactly were you doing? Getting married to a mob boss? Witnessing a murder and not calling the police? You must be insane.

The more you sat in your room, the more your mind wandered. What exactly were you doing, what would your parents think, who thought this was a good idea? What would your friends say? This man was keeping you prisoner in his home and you were just gonna get married to him? What is wrong with you? You have to realize this isn’t right.

You began to formulate a plan, you would carve out a minute to yourself at the hotel. You could slip out the back, you could go back home. Just as this plan to escape was falling in place, Dasom came strolling into your room.

“(y/n),” Dasom’s voice softly called, the little girl holding her blanket against her body, there were tears welling in her eyes. You felt your heart just drop, as your mind cleared, Dasom was the most important thing right now.

“Oh princess, what's wrong?” You questioned with open arms, as Dasom fell against you.

“Daddy’s mad,” you softly rubbed Dasom’s back, as her head laid on your shoulder whispering to you.

“Oh is he?”

You felt her nod her head, “he was talking someone, and Daddy looks scary when he’s mad”

“I know princess,”

“Then daddy got mad at me,”

“He’s mad at you?” Dasom nodded her head again, “why is he mad at you?” Dasom began to wiggle herself out of your grasp. Letting her go, she began to walk away not wanting to reveal the truth, “Lee Dasom.” Dasom stopped, turning back around, her head hung low, “I asked you a question, why is daddy mad at you?”

“Because I was drawing,”

“Where were you drawing?”

“In daddy’s office,” you sighed out, finally understanding why Taeyong was upset.

“Did you apologize?” Dasom remained still and silent, “Dasom.”

The little girl shook her head, indicating she never apologized. You got up from your seat on the floor, taking one of Dasom’s hands in yours. The two of you, making your way to Taeyong’s office to apologize.

When you finally got to Taeyong’s office, Dasom was already silently crying fearing how her father would react. Taeyong was completely wrapped in his work, not noticing either of you entering.

“Taeyong,” you called out, grabbing his attention, Taeyong looked up at you, his face worked with irritation, “Dasom has something to say,” he looked lower next to you, to see the little girl by your side.

Taeyong leaned back in his chair, beckoning his daughter over with a single finger. “yes?”

“I- I’m… I’m sorry daddy,” Dasom burst into tears, you couldn’t help but notice the end of Taeyong’s lips twitching for a smile. He picked up the little girl in his arms, shushing her to calm down a bit.

“It’s okay princess,” Taeyong smiled, “but you can’t be drawing on daddy’s paperwork, okay?” Dasom pulled away, wiping her tears, nodding her head. “Okay, now enough crying,” Taeyong stood up from his chair, carrying Dasom coming up to your side, whispering a small “thank you.”

And just like that all the questions from earlier flew out the window. Taeyong was a good man, with a good heart. He loves his daughter, he’s involved in her life, he provides and takes care of her, he’s emotionally there for her. Taeyong is a good man, one that you're completely lucky to have. Nevertheless you have to be at least a little bit crazy to marry him. Maybe you are.

All of you arrived at the hotel just a few hours ago, you were unpacking Dasom and your things to use during the few days you would be here. Dream had their own rooms, that was just down the hall from you and Taeyong.

Taeyong came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, as you arranged the clothing in the dresser. “Do you like it here?”

Turning back around in his arms, “it’s perfect.”

Taeyong pulled away just a little, bringing his hand up to caress your face, you leaned into his touch, “are you sure about this, we don’t have to get married.”

“I’m sure,” you smiled softly at him, you were kind of sure, “but you have to promise you’ll sign the divorce papers as soon as I bring them,” your smile turning into a teasing smirk.

“Promise,” Taeyong smiled back.

Tonight you sat in a restaurant with all of dream, Taeyong and Dasom. The boys were giving you a toast, congratulating you for actually becoming Mrs. Lee.

“We didn’t sign the papers yet,” you laughed out, to which the boys just groaned.

“You’re basically Mrs. Lee already,” Donghyuck said with a smile.

“Yeah, taking care of us and Dasom,” Renjun added genuinely.

“Seriously (y/n), you are exactly what I imagined to be Mrs. Lee, not just Taeyong’s wife, but someone that cares about us, takes care of us, and someone that is there,” Mark spoke, causing you to get emotional.

“Thank you,” you tried to speak, unsure if your voice was clear, “I will always take care of all of you.”

The rest of dinner went by with nothing but smiles and laughter. You wondered just exactly what you were afraid of in the beginning, Taeyong is absolutely wonderful. Dream didn’t nothing but reassure your mind that Taeyong was perfect. They spoke of how he took them in, how he provided a home for them, how he gave them jobs and opportunities they never thought they would have.

You looked at Taeyong and watched as he laughed at a story that Jisung was telling, the sparkle in his eyes had you swooning. You recalled the moment when you first met Taeyong.

You were doing an interview for the position to be Dasom’s nanny. “Mr. Lee, sir, I am still a college student and I do have classes to attend to.”

“That’s fine,” Taeyong stared at you like he was in a trance, “Dasom has preschool, she finishes at 1, I will drop her off at preschool in the mornings as long as you pick her up.”

“I can do that sir,”

“You’re a college student?” Taeyong asked, leaning back in his chair across the table.

“Yes sir,”

“Do you have a job at the moment?” Taeyong asked, tilting his head just a little.

“Yes sir,”

“Quit,”

“Excuse me sir?”

“My daughter is the priority now, quit any other jobs you have, I’ll pay more than enough.” Taeyong finished his statement standing from his chair.

“Yes sir,”

“Be back here 1 o’clock tomorrow,”

“Yes sir,”

To think that was over a year ago now, and here you sat the actual fiancee to Mr. Lee.

The next morning when you woke up, Taeyong was still sleeping peacefully next to you, deciding to slip out to get a small breakfast shouldn’t be harmful. You slid out from Taeyong’s grasp. You see Dasom sit up in her bed rubbing her eyes softly, trying to rid herself of the tiredness.

“Good morning princess,” you whispered softly. Dasom waved her free hand just a little.

“Daddy…” Dasom whispered out, “where’s daddy?”

“He’s sleeping,” you spoke softly.

“Wake him up,” Dasom whined.

You couldn’t help but just giggle a little, “let’s go wake him up together.” Dasom nodded her head encouragingly. You watched Dasom climb off her bed, following her into the room where Taeyong rested.

You picked Dasom up, placing her on the bed, next to Taeyong. You watched the little girl raise both her fists, before pounding back down onto Taeyong's shoulder, yelling “wake up daddy!”

Taeyong stirred in his sleep, while you stood on the side of the bed, frozen, “I’m up, I’m up,” Taeyong groaned out. “You wanted to wake me up princess?” Taeyong smiled sleepily, wrapping an arm around Dasom. Sitting up in the bed, Taeyong opened his other arm for you to embrace. Wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into him. Falling onto the bed, next to Taeyong, Dasom in between the two of you. You guys all laughed out, sharing happy smiles.

“Good morning daddy,” Dasom spoke loudly and happily.

“Good morning princess,” Taeyong smiled up at the little girl, “why don’t you go get ready, we have a big day ahead of us?”

Dasom smiled a gummy smile just like her father, “yes daddy.” She slid her way down the front of the bed.

“Good morning,” Taeyong now spoke to you softly, almost whispering like, pulling at your waist to be closer to him.

“Good morning, Mr. Lee,” you whispered back just as softly.

“Are you ready to be Mrs. Lee?” Taeyong asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“As ready as I’ll ever be Mr. Lee,” you smiled.

There was a little chapel on the grounds of the hotel that was more than plain, there weren’t any decorations to dress up the chapel, but the amount of sunlight the window let in and the high raised ceilings made it picture perfect.

You wore the cream colored sundress that was in the back of your closet, you picked up a pair of white heels in a boutique down the street with Jeno and Jaemin, and Chenle bought a bouquet of white roses. The dream boys weren’t dressed up too fancy, looking like they were just gonna go to work, wearing simple button ups with slacks.

Taeyong wore a white button up with the top buttons undone, and a pair of gray slacks. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his wrist adorned with silver bracelets and a shining wrist watch. The chains he wore poking through the open space of his shirt. You could see the earrings he wore shining in the sunlight as they dangled from his ears. He wore the brightest smile, as you walked down the aisle.

Dasom walked in front of you dressed in a white costume dress she had, she wore his elbow length gloves that was a fake silk, and she had this little tiara that was all too adorable. You watched her walk in front of you, going to sit next to Jisung when she got to the end of the aisle.

You handed your bouquet off to Jaemin, who was sitting at the end waiting to take it from you. Taeyong took your hands in his, giving you a soft peck on the cheek, before the two of you stood before the minister.

“We are gathered here today to join these two together in holy matrimony,” the minister started off his speech, “should anyone object speak now or forever hold your peace.”

You glanced over to the boys, they were the only ones in the chapel that would be able to object. You watched as several of them reached behind their backs, and glanced at the chapel doors as if someone was about to burst through to object to this union.

“None, than without further ado,” The minister spoke once again, “I have been told to give the short and sweet version,” you couldn’t help but laugh as you watched the small blush of embarrassment make its way across Taeyong’s cheeks.

“Do you, Lee Taeyong, take thee (l/n) (y/n) to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward for better, for worse, in sickness, and in health, in richer, and in poorer, to love and to cherish until death do you part?”

“I do,” Taeyong spoke with much confidence that had all your worries fade.

“Do you (l/n) (y/n) take thee Lee Taeyong to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold from this day forward for better, for worse, in sickness and in health, in richer and in poorer to love and to cherish until death do you part?”

“I do,” you must be just a very tiny bit crazy, but he did say he would sign the divorce papers.

“Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife, you may kiss the bride,” Taeyong pulled you by the waist, one hand on your hip, the other on your cheek. You felt his lips pressed against yours perfectly molded together. Taeyong thought to himself as he held you against him, ‘if i was to be shot right now, bullet through the head, heart stopping, I would die a happy man.’

“Dear,” Taeyong called you out from the hotel suite, into the entryway, there he was standing with another man.

“Yes?” you asked as you made your way away from dream, a glass of champagne in your hand.

“I want you to meet Taeil, he is the lawyer,” Taeyong introduced the man standing with him, the name ringing a bell in your mind.

“I thought I was supposed to bring you the divorce papers Mr. Lee,” you joked, sipping your champagne once again.

“You are dear… this is about other things,” Taeyong spoke, wrapping an arm around your waist, the serious look Taeyong gave had the effects of the champagne dying.

“I see,” Taeyong led you and Taeil out onto the balcony, you carefully placed the champagne down on a counter before you stepped outside. Out on the balcony there sat a table with just two chairs.

Taeil took one seat while Taeyong took the other, he led you to sit in his lap, to which you could only obliged. “First and foremost, congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Lee,” Taeil spoke, as he began to pull out several papers from his briefcase.

“What is this meeting about that it couldn’t possibly wait until we returned home?” you questioned.

“Mrs. Lee, I don’t mean to be rude but there is certain things we want to make sure we achieve as soon as possible, and any delay is deemed irresponsible,”

“Yeah, and who made that policy?” you sassed back, not really liking the idea of doing work during a should be a party.

“I did dear,” Taeyong answered, placing a hand on your thigh to calm you, “you made all the amendments I told you about?”

“I did Taeyong, I just need yours and her signature,” Taeil said, handing over a pen.

“What is this that I’m signing?” you asked as you signed the documents that Taeil placed in front of you, following his finger on where to sign.

“My will,” Taeyong answered, standing from his chair, sliding you off onto your feet. Taeil collected the papers, filing them away in his briefcase.

“I will have these filed away as soon as I get back to the office, congratulations Tae,” Taeil said standing from his chair doing a bow.

“Thank you for coming all the way here Taeil, tell the Mrs. I said hi,” Taeil smiled at the mention of his wife.

“She will insist you guys come over for dinner one night, with Dasom as well,” Taeil suggested.

“You know I can never tell her no,” Taeyong jokes, “she’ll just come to my house if I do.”

“She will,” Taeil laughed out, “I’ll see you Taeyong.” Taeyong bowed in kind as the two of you watched him exit.

“Taeyong, you had me sign your will?” you questioned, afraid of the meaning behind it.

“Darling, it’s only a precaution I promise, I had one as soon as Dasom was born, and have been changing it almost every day of my life, I just added some changes to ensure you’re taken care of. It’s nothing to worry about.” Taeyong reassured you to not stress out.

“Okay,” you let out a breath, “thank you.”

Taeyong smiled, nodding just a little recognizing your appreciation, “shall we head back inside Mrs. Lee?”

“Lead the way Mr. Lee,”

“Dear, I’m sorry I gotta get back to the office,” Taeyong apologized as you guys pulled up back to the mansion. You could feel the little bubble you lived in when at the hotel just popped, it was time to get back to reality.

“It’s okay,” you reasoned as you exited the car, with Dasom in hand. Most of dream were gonna still be at the house, only Taeyong and Jisung were going back to the office.

“I’ll be back for dinner,” Taeyong had an apologetic look, “I love you.”

“Love you,” you sighed out.

You walked away going into the mansion, you knew you shouldn’t be too harsh on him, but part of you just wanted to enjoy a newly wedded life a little longer. Trying not to think too much of it, you went about your day, unpacking all of yours and Dasom’s things. The morning passed by quickly, Jeno, Jaemin, Donghyuck and Renjun went down to the gym as soon as they finished putting away their things.

Mark and Chenle kept you company, while you decided to go through your things from your apartment, the majority of it was still in boxes. You never unpacked your things, silently hoping that this arrangement would be actually temporary. Dasom sat on your bed, she pulled out some of your old toys from home, playing with those, while Mark and Chenle helped you find places for everything else.

“Are you gonna stay in Taeyong’s room?” Chenle asked as he went through your box of pictures.

“If that’s what he wants,” you answered without really thinking about it. It made sense for you to stay with Taeyong in his room, but you didn’t want to force your way in.

“(y/n), who's this?” Chenle asked, as he pulled a picture out from the box, showing it to you.

The picture being one from high school, your graduation day specifically, there you stood next to the boy that had your heart for all four years of high school. You gently took the picture from Chenle looking it over, you felt Mark peer over your shoulder trying to see.

“He’s an old friend,” there really wasn’t any need to go on about him.

“Who’s an old friend?” Jaemin asked, peering into your room, sweat dripping down his face. They must have just gotten back from the gym.

“(y/n) had a boyfriend,” Chenle sang in a teasing voice, snatching the picture from your hands dancing his way over to show Jaemin.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Did you guys just come back?” You asked turning to put away a box you just finished unpacking, “what time is it already?”

“Yeah, we just came back, when we left the gym it was 1,” Jaemin answered. They left the mansion at 10.

“Is it really 1 already?” you asked as you pulled out your phone looking at the time, it was 1:23, “oh my, we should have lunch already.” You picked Dasom up from the bed, declaring it was time to eat.

While you began to eat your lunch, Jeno, Donghyuck and Renjun came out of the shower, none of them dripping with sweat. Jaemin said that he was just gonna shower after eating. After lunch, the boys made their way back up to your room to help you finish unboxing all the things that came from your apartment. You can’t say you got much done, because every box they opened they found something to play with. A single box should take one person 20 minutes, but these boys would spend an hour on one box together. You enjoyed it nonetheless. You felt your day breeze past you not even noticing the time.

When you finally stopped long enough to notice the time, the day was over. You, Dasom and the boys had finished eating dinner already. The maid staff finished cleaning up everything already. Dasom was tucked into bed, the last of the boys made their way up the stairs to call it a night already 20 minutes ago. You sat at the kitchen island, staring at the clock on the wall. The time read 12:39am, you had found the wine cellar a little bit earlier. This must have been your third, fourth, fifth glass, because you no longer felt worried about your husband, but insanely angry that he was late once again.

Jisung wasn’t even home yet either, you began to feel more angry that not only was he late but he was keeping Jisung out late too. You poured yourself the sixth or seventh glass of wine, you weren’t keeping track, but this was the second bottle. The first time he was late; he declared you were his fiancee, he made you move out of your apartment, and he made you stay locked inside this house for a week. The second time he was late, he told you, you couldn’t go out, he wanted to keep you here. The third time he was late, he didn’t even come home until the next day and he brought home injured boys along with him.

Late again, what happens now? You could only wonder, just exactly what’s gonna happen now. You have to move again, maybe he’s gonna bring you divorce papers, maybe another injured person, or maybe this time it’s a dead body. You poured yourself another glass, that’s two empty bottles of wine. Maybe something stronger would be better, he has to have stronger liquor than this.

Just as you were about to look for something else to drink, you heard the garage door, you could hear it open, hear the car pulling in. You glanced at the clock, the time read 1:47am, and he said he was gonna be back for dinner. You opened the fridge, finding a box of unopened beer. You weren’t a beer drinker, but you needed something. You crack open the bottle, as the door from the garage to the kitchen opens. You took a big gulp, trying to prevent yourself from sobering up.

Taeyong walked through the door, Jisung just two steps behind him. Taeyong looked a little surprised to see you, noticing the beer in your hand. “I’ll be back for dinner,” you mocked out loud, that was Taeyong’s statement before he left this morning.

“I’m sorry, I just lost track of time,”

You scoffed at his statement, “Jisung, did you eat?” you asked, turning your attention to the boy, and now ignoring your husband.

“Yes, I did,” Jisung answered shyly.

“Yeah, what did you eat?”

“Baby, can we talk about this?” Taeyong tried to inject as you walked past him, checking up on Jisung.

“No,” you glared at your husband, “Jisung?”

“I had a sandwich,”

“Is that enough? You don’t want anything else?” you pressed on, concerned for the young boy.

“(y/n),” Taeyong tried to grab your arm to pull you towards him, you shrugged his hand off.

“I’m fine, just tired, I’m gonna go to bed now,” Jisung answered with a bow, he could feel the beginning of a fight coming on, trying to escape that.

“Okay, you rest up,” You said, patting Jisung’s cheek, effectively sending him up to bed. “Goodnight,” you and Taeyong watched Jisung go.

“Goodnight,”

“(y/n),” Taeyong tried again, when Jisung was out of sight.

“I’m going to bed,” you cut Taeyong off, taking one last gulp of the beer in your hand, before setting it down on the counter.

“(y/n),” Taeyong called, hand wrapped around your arm, making you stay, turning you to face him, “what exactly is your problem, I’m sorry, I had work to do.” Taeyong’s face was screwed with irritation at how irrational you were being.

You felt the beginnings of a headache coming on, you drank way too much, and now it's time for bed, “look it’s fine you had to work,” you voice more monotone than intended.

“Obviously it’s not,”

“Taeyong I’m not about to argue about this in the middle of the night,”

“I just want to know what the problem is?” Taeyong gave you this look that said ‘I know you don’t have a good reason to be mad.’ You felt this type of heat crawl down your spine, you wanted to shove your knee in Taeyong’s face.

“You want to know exactly what my problem is?” you asked, your voice getting louder as you went.

“Yeah, I want to know just what the problem is with me working?” Taeyong yelled, his voice getting louder than yours.

“My problem is I know your work!” you screamed, your voice overpowering Taeyong in every aspect. You felt your breathing getting, “my problem is you telling me you’re gonna be home for dinner and then coming home at one in the morning! My problem is knowing just exactly what your work is! My problem is not knowing if you lost track of time or if you died!” You could feel the tears falling from your eyes. Taeyong no longer looked as angry, but now looked concerned. You didn’t want to continue, but you had more to say, “my problem,” your voice returning to a softer than normal volume, trying not to choke up, “is sitting here for the past hour without any idea of what’s going on.”

You closed your eyes, trying to reign your emotions back in. You felt Taeyong approach you, his comforting arms open for you. You pushed him away, him and all the comfort he would bring with him. “I’m going to bed,” you declared one final time, walking away from the conversation.

She left me standing in the kitchen alone, I had nothing to say. I replay all our time together, in a long loop, just looking for that one moment I could change, so tonight wouldn’t have happened. I spent maybe a good 30 minutes looking for that one moment, before I realized it was that moment over a year ago. The day I hired her.

If I just left her be, didn’t give her the job, tonight wouldn’t have happened. I dragged my feet up the stairs, unsure of how to make this right, unsure if I can make it right at this point. I know she’s in her room, I find myself hesitating to knock on her door.

Donghycuk comes out of one of the bathrooms, he looks at me, and then back at the door I'm standing in front of. My hand is in the air about to knock. Donghyuck just shakes his head at me, coming up behind me, knocking on the door, and walking away before it opens. I stood there frozen, I wasn’t ready.

I’m still not ready when she opens the door, her tear stained face looking up at me. Her eyes red from crying, I can’t help myself but pull her into a hug, as she sobs some more. We walk into her room, we lay in her bed for another hour or so. It has to be well into three in the morning by time we decide to talk again.

“I’m sorry,” is all I can say, “there’s not enough words in this lifetime that would make this right.”

“I started out worried, but as I drank, my worry was replaced with anger.” She plays with one of my hands while she speaks, deciding it’s easier to focus on the way the rings decorate my fingers instead of the emotions we feel. “I don’t mind if you have to work late, I don’t mind you being home late, I don’t mind those things. But you gotta tell me you’re okay, don’t just leave me.” She doesn’t remove her focus from my hand.

“Okay,” I move my hand, forcing her to look at me now, “I can do that.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” We lay there, staring at each other. We’re sprinting into a relationship neither of us are ready for based on the fear of losing each other. Who knows if we’re gonna last.

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