#nct u angst

[peachjaem00]

The moon to my stars

PAIRING; childhood best friend!jisung x fem reader

SYNOPSIS;  jisung has been in love with you forever but kept it a secret because he was too afraid to ruin your friendship. he had to endure watching you make a life without him until one day he could not hold it any longer, he couldn’t let the moon leave his stars. or jisung being a complete and absolute simp for the reader since he was a little boy. 

HONORABLE MENTIONS; twin brother! Haechan, jeno, yeji (itzy), jaemin, chenle, renjun

WC; 14.5k

THEMES; fluff, angst, pinning, friends to lovers, non idol! Jisung

WARNINGS; swearing, female reader, mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood, physical fight, mentions of bruises, jealousy

AN; based on my jisung’s timelapses [01:10 pm], [12:30 am], [02:00 pm]. you don't have to read the timestamps to understand the fic.

also big shoutout to @cappujeno and @ichorai for beta reading this and for their support, this fic would have not happen if it wasn't for your help!

taglist; @sadgirlroo @shwizhies @patitotodd

He was five when he saw you for the first time. 

Jisung was feeling anxious, his heart was beating fast and his hands were sweating, the movement of the car making him more nervous and the big truck behind them made him feel as if he was being chased, which only fueled his panic. His family was moving to the house in front of yours where you and Haechan were playing. You pushed your brother a little too hard, making him fall, and you laughed as a result. He couldn't stop looking at you—for some reason, you intrigued him. Maybe it was the way you helped your brother immediately right after he fell, maybe it was the way you started to console him by patting his head and fixing his hair, maybe it was the way you never stopped smiling. He still remembers what you were wearing; a light blue dress with a moon right on your chest, with white sneakers and your hair up in two pigtails. You looked adorable and he knew at that moment you had the prettiest pair of eyes. 

He got out of his parent's car and the sound of the door closing was loud enough to make you look his way. You were amazed by the big moving truck and when your eyes landed on him, you waved hello. Jisung was too nervous and didn't know what to do other than hide behind his mom. After the little interaction, she took Jisung's hand and walked inside their new home—he couldn't stop looking at you even while he was being brought inside. 

A few hours later a knock on the door made Jisung look up from his coloring book. It was his mom who opened the door and later on she asked Jisung to come to the entrance. He was surprised by your presence, along with your mother and your brother. Haechan looked exactly like his mom, and he was guessing you looked more like your dad. 

“Jisung, these are our neighbors. They live in the house right in front of us, say hi.” 

“Hey, little guy.” Your mom was the first one to talk and by seeing how nervous Jisung was she smiled. 

“Hi, I'm y/n, very nice to meet you.” You extended your hand and he noticed a silver bracelet on your wrist. It looked big on you, but you didn't seem to care. 

“I'm Jisung,” he said with very pink cheeks while grabbing your hand and letting it go almost immediately. 

“This is my brother Donghyuck, but we call him Haechan.” 

“Hey, only my friends call me that.” 

“Well Jisung is our friend now, dummy.” Jisung laughed, so did his mother and yours. 

“Mom! Don't laugh, say something.” Haechan furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest, Jisung noticed that he had the same bracelet as you. 

“Y/n, we've talked about this.” Your mom’s stern tone made you look down.

“Yeah alright…” There was a defeated tone in your voice. “I’m sorry.”

“That was so fake.” Haechan pokes his tongue out and you copy his actions. 

“Kids, behave.” It only took one look from your mother to stop the bickering between you two. “Now y/n, why don't you ask Jisung's mom the thing you wanted when you saw him earlier?”

“Oh right!” The excitement in your eyes made them look even prettier, making Jisung's heart race. “Can Jisung come play with us? I promise we will take care of him and we'll have him home before it gets dark.” You gave Jisung's mom your puppy eyes and she couldn't help but laugh at your cuteness; meanwhile, Jisung was trying to calm himself. 

“I have no problem, but let's see what Jisung has to say, okay?” All eyes were on him, making him hide behind his mom once again, a habit that he does till this day. 

You noticed how shy and nervous he was, so you came closer, grabbing his hand and rubbing your little thumb on his knuckles in an attempt to calm him down. 

“Do you want to come and play? I promise we're nice people,” you said in the softest voice. It only took a look into your eyes to make Jisung forget about his shyness, the warmth in them was enough to make him feel safe. 

“Yes.” His voice was a whisper but he knew you heard him since your smile grew wider. 

“Great! Let’s go!” You pulled his hand along with your brother’s and bolted out of there with the boys following you. “Thanks Jisung's mom, I'll take good care of him, I promise!”

And that's what you did. You took care of Jisung that whole afternoon, the day after and the one after that. You kept your promise to Mrs. Park and you took care of her son up until this day. 

He was 10 years old when he discovered he had a crush on you. 

You and Donghyuck were going into your first year of junior high while Jisung was still in elementary school. He was distressed, to say the least. It was his first time going to school without the two of you, he felt lost and lonely. You three would walk together to school; it had been a tradition for years, at least for him but now that you were going to another school, the tradition was broken. It was a very mundane thing but seeing you first thing in the morning always lifted his mood up. 

Despite moving to the neighbourhood 5 years ago, he had only managed to make 2 friends, you and your brother. He feared not making any new friends during those 2 years he had left of middle school before he could join you. 

He tried fixing his tie but no matter how much he tried, it always turned out a little crooked. He let out a tired sigh and gave up. He said goodbye to his parents and then he finally grabbed his backpack to leave the house. He was surprised by your presence in his front yard. You looked so pretty in your new uniform and you no longer wore your hair up. It was longer, soft and shiny as it lapped at your shoulders, gently stirred in the breeze, the sun giving it a lighter hue. Jisung let out a sigh while admiring you. 

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” he asked, confused.

“I'm walking you to school, duh,” you said with an obvious tone. 

“Why?” 

“What do you mean why? We've been walking to school together for years, Sung.” 

“I know, but you go to a new school now.” 

“You do know it's just around the corner, right?” you giggled while seeing his red cheeks when he realized. “And even if it was far away, I don't want you to walk to school alone. It's tradition that we do it together.” 

He felt his heart racing and a certain warmth hugging him, he thought he was the only one taking it as tradition. He was so happy to find out he wasn't alone and that it wasn’t a thing that you had to do but that you also looked forward to it.

“And Haechan hyung?” 

“He left earlier since he didn't want anyone to take the last seat of the central row.” You pause. “You know how he is,” you say pointedly, making the younger one laugh. “Here, let me help you.” You untied his tie and put it around your neck. Your fingers moved smoothly and before tying it completely you took it off. “Stay still.” You put the tie around the collar of his button up, you fixed it and finally you tied it up; your fingers brushed against his neck, making him feel chills, they were cold even though it was summer. “There you go.” You moved your hands and Jisung noticed your silver bracelet once again. 

He found out that you and Hacehan had the same bracelet, both of your names engraved plus a little sun for Donghyuck and a little moon for you. It was a gift from your parents when you turned two. You once confessed to him that it was your biggest treasure. 

 “C'mon we're gonna be late.” Whilst saying that, you started walking. 

You never talked much during your walks to school, but none of you cared. It was your little moment of peace before the chaos started.

“Are you nervous?” He looked at you when he heard your voice.

“Yes, very,” you chuckled, making him smile, he couldn't help himself. 

“You'll be okay.” 

“Yeah, I don't think so.” He lets out a nervous giggle. “It's gonna be hard without you there.” 

“C’mon Jisung, you're really nice and such a good person. You just need to make the first move or keep the conversation going if someone starts one.”

“I'm terrible at it.” His tone was dejected.

“You have become much better though, Hyuck and I have taught you well. Don't tell me you have forgotten everything?” You giggled. 

“No.” His voice held a panicked tone. “It’s just that, why would people want to be friends with me? I never talk.” 

“Anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend.” Your voice was serious. “You’re loyal, funny and caring. They would be very stupid if they didn't want to be friends with you.” He noticed your anger when he looked at you.

You arrived at his school after finishing the conversation. You grabbed his hand before he could go in, making him face you. 

“You're gonna be okay. Don't worry about it too much, and have fun.” You fixed his tie one last time. “I'll come for you when school is done.” And when you fix your own hair, he noticed that your bracelet fell off. “I have to go or I'll be late, see you later!” You ran off before he could say anything else. 

Jisung was quick to grab the bracelet and put it in his pocket making sure it was safe before going in. 

“She believes in you. You can do it, Park Jisung,” he told himself and then he went on to his first class. 

School went by and it wasn't as horrible as he thought. There was a new student, who introduced himself as Chenle—he was a transfer student from China. Jisung took this as an opportunity, he went and introduced himself and helped him throughout the whole day, making sure the new kid knew where his classes were, who his teachers were etcetera… He made sure to make a good impression hoping that Chenle would want to see and talk to him again. 

The last bell rang and Jisung grabbed his things. He went to his locker, put away some books and grabbed the ones that he needed. He said goodbye to Chenle and went to his school's exit. 

“Jisung!” You waved your hand so he would be able to see you. 

He smiled to himself and he jogged to be by your side. 

“So, how was school?” 

Jisung told you everything about his hopefully new friend and the way you looked at him, made his little heart race. He was so happy not only because he was able to talk to someone but because you were so proud of him. After his little ramble he asked about your day, you told him about how boring it was and how teachers were already nagging you about your twin. You also told him about your new friends and about the classes you were excited for. 

“Well here we are,” you said while stopping by Jisung's house first. “See you tomorrow.” You gave him a smile and fixed your hair once again, making Jisung notice about your missing bracelet. 

 “Wait!” He noticed he yelled so he cleared his throat to play it off. “Here.” He reached for his pocket and got the bracelet out. “It fell this morning so I kept it with me to give it back, I know how much it means to you.” 

“Oh my god, my bracelet!” You grabbed it and quickly put it on so it won't fall again. “Thank you so much! You literally saved my life.” You hugged him tightly, not being able to know how else you can express your gratitude.

When your arms surrounded Jisung, he couldn't help but feel warm and fuzzy, he knew his cheeks were red and he really hoped you didn't notice how fast his heart was racing. He hugged you back and it felt nice. Your hair smelled like vanilla, your perfume like roses, you engulfed him but he didn't care, he was happy to drown in your embrace. 

After breaking the hug you said goodbye once again, you thanked him and finally, you gave him a little kiss on his cheek. He watched you until you were inside your home and you closed the door; he just stood there, being dumbfounded, grabbing the cheek you pecked. 

“Jisung? Aren't you coming in?” His mom snapped him out of his trance. “C’mon, food's getting cold.” 

Jisung went on with his day but he couldn't stop thinking about you. He couldn't stop thinking about how cute you looked with your new uniform, or how good you looked with your long hair, or how your hug made him feel so soft and he definitely couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. That little kiss, that meaningless kiss that only showed your gratitude, that insignificant kiss that meant everything for him. His cheeks flush all over again no matter how many times he thought about it. 

He was on his bed, trying to sleep, but he was wide awake, his chest heavy and his mind was empty, only you in it. He didn't understand why. Why was he thinking so much about his friend? Why did that hug feel so nice? Why did that kiss make him so flustered? Why couldn't he get you out of his mind? Or maybe he knew, maybe he had known for a while but he didn't want to admit it…

“Oh no…” 

He was 15 years old when he realized he was in love with you. 

It was the beginning of the second semester of Jisung’s first highschool year, he was still a freshman while you were in your junior year. You were quite popular alongside your brother, having friends in all the years, especially seniors, therefore you were always invited to the parties. This year you invited Jisung to one alongside his friend Chenle, it was his first time attending a party from upperclassmen. He was making sure his hair looked nice, and that his outfit seemed neat, he was nervous as always.

“Stop, you're gonna mess your hair even more,” Chenle said with a mocking tone. 

“Oh no, my hair looks messy?” Chenle let out a big laugh by seeing his scared eyes. 

“I was joking, geez.” 

“You're such an asshole, you know how nervous I get when I'm with her.” 

“I know, because you love her.” Chenle’s singsong tone made Jisung even angrier. 

“I don't love her.” 

“Oh please, yes you do! You're so in love with her, it's painful to watch, dude.” 

Jisung was about to say something but he was stopped by the sound of his doorbell. 

“Jisung! Y/n is here, hurry!” his mom shouted from downstairs. 

They quickly grabbed their stuff and they went downstairs. He stopped midway by seeing you, being totally enamoured by the sight of you. You put makeup on, enhancing your beauty, the gloss made your lips look plumper—he could only think of how much he wanted to kiss them. You cut your hair after years of having it long, he thought you looked adorable but somehow you also looked a little more mature, as if having long hair gave you a kind of child-like aura. Your outfit was heavily planned but it seemed effortless and he smiled seeing you were wearing the jacket he gifted you for your last birthday. 

“Wow,” he whispered to himself. You landed your eyes on him and his heart skipped a beat. 

“C'mon Sung, Hyuck is waiting and you know how whiny he can get.” He snapped out of his trance and followed you out after saying goodbye to his mom. 

“Don't worry Mrs. Park, you know I'll take good care of him.” Jisung's mom smiled. She loves the fact that you have stayed loyal to the promise you made to her 10 years ago. 

As soon as you entered the car, you grabbed the aux cord and started playing one of your playlist, making your twin nag and try to steal the cord from you. You turned the volume knob so you wouldn't be able to hear him, making the younger ones laugh and your twin to stick his tongue out to you; you answered the same way, a thing you have done ever since you were little. 

You sang all the way to the house, laughing at your horrible voice but you didn't care, you still sang with all of your energy. Haechan parked the car and you entered the party together, your twin was quick to disappear making Jisung nervous but when he felt your hand in his, rubbing his knuckles like you always do, he could feel his heart easing down, it also helped seeing Jaemin and Renjun. They were Haechan's friends first but since Jisung hung out with you two almost everyday, they eventually became his friends as well. 

You never left Jisung's side, you know he can get really nervous whenever he's in a new social situation, and a senior party is a very wild place to be, one that you know Jisung is not really used to. You took Chenle and Jisung to the dance floor, you gave them stuff to drink -not alcohol because you know Mrs. Park would kill you-, you introduced them to your friends and you made sure they were feeling comfortable. 

While you were doing all of that, Jisung couldn't stop looking at you, being so grateful to you for not leaving them; everyone noticed his heart eyes towards you but no one said anything about it, instead they planned a little something. 

“Let's play spin the bottle!” Jaemin said with excitement while he shook the empty bottle in his hand. 

“For real? What are we, five?” you said, mocking him. 

“C'mon y/n, don't be like that, it'll be fun.” Yeji, your other best friend besides Jisung, nudged your arm and made you sit down next to her. Renjun made Jisung and Chenle sit down in front of you. 

“Let 's go,” Jaemin said with a grin as he spinned the bottle. 

At the end of the day you were having fun, if people weren't able to kiss they had to take a shot, seeing their faces after it made you laugh so hard; Jisung couldn't take his eyes off you. 

“Okay, miss y/n, your turn.” Renjun placed the bottle in the middle and gave you a mischievous smile. 

You gave the bottle a spin. Everyone was paying attention, hoping it landed on Jisung. The younger one watched the bottle spin until it stopped, everyone went quiet by seeing in who it landed. 

“Guess, we have to kiss now?” you said while looking at Jeno. 

“I guess we do.” He smiled and got near you. 

You met him halfway and connected your lips. The kiss lasted seconds but to Jisung it seemed hours. He despised every moment of it and a sigh of relief left his lips when you two broke the kiss. He gave Jeno a death glare. He hated him and he wanted him to disappear forever. When he looked at you his heart sank. His hope was gone. He started shaking slightly out of fear. You were happy, hell, more than happy. You were thrilled. Your eyes were glowing with eagerness, they only glowed like that when you were really excited or when you were overwhelmed in the best way possible. You liked Jeno, even if you weren't aware of it yet Jisung knew because he knew you better than himself. He knew all of your mannerisms, your habits and after 10 years of friendship he was an expert at reading your eyes. It broke him knowing you were glowing because of Jeno, and not because of him. 

“I have to go and get some fresh air, my head is starting to ache,” he announced. Not that many were paying attention to him anyway. 

He quickly stood up and went to the backyard of  the house. The party was there too, but the music wasn't as loud, and it wasn't as crowded. He found a lonely corner and he went there for a little while, thinking about why it hurt so much if it was only a little crush, a little crush that had been going strong for 5 years now. 

“Oh no,” he said when it hit him. “Oh no, please no.” He massaged his temples, maybe that would help with the now real headache that was happening. “Fucking hell, why me?” He said looking up, asking the stars for an answer. “Why would you do this to me?” He looked directly at the moon who looked beautiful as always, trying to find comfort but it didn't work; she had always been helpful but that night, that night it felt as if she was mocking him and it didn't help the fact that it was in a waxing crescent. She was smiling down at him, it seemed as if she was laughing. 

“Who are you talking to?” 

“Ah! Fuck!” He jumped on his spot and put a hand on his chest trying to control his racing heart. “Don't do that, you scared the shit out of me!” He smacked Chenle's arm while the other tried to control his laughter. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,” he said in between giggles. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, why wouldn't I be?” 

“Well you stormed out of the room, and then I caught you talking to yourself outloud. I don't know how to tell you this but that's not normal dude.” The mocking tone in his voice made the younger one roll his eyes. 

“I knew that.” 

“As much as I love making fun of your antics, can you tell me what's wrong? Is it because y/n kissed Jeno?” Jisung stayed quiet but he didn't have to say anything, his face, especially his eyes gave away the answer. “Of course it's that.” Chenle looked up and a sigh left his lips. “It's just a stupid game Jisung, don't take it seriously.” 

“No, you don't know her like I do, you didn't notice but it meant more to her, it was more than just a stupid kiss to her.” He looked down and his hand found its way to his eyes, in an attempt to stop the tears from coming down. “You couldn't see it but her eyes screamed with excitement. Ugh! This is bad! This is terrible!” His hands proceeded to pass through his hair, messing it up but at this point, the boy didn't care if it was messy or not. 

“Oh, c'mon dude, calm down.” 

“I can't because you were right.” 

“About what?” 

“I do love her.” 

“What?” The confusion was evident in his face, but then it hit him. “Holy shit! Are you for real? Bro I was joking, like I knew you had a big crush on her but I never thought it was this serious.” 

“Yeah, I thought so too but seeing her kiss Jeno.” He rubbed his eyes and then he let out a tired sigh. “It made me so angry? No, is not that. Sad?”

“Disappointed,” Chenle finished his sentence. He always knew what Jisung meant even when Jisung himself couldn’t find the right word. 

“Yeah. I felt my heart sink, it broke me a little.” 

“Shit, dude.” 

“I know.” He leaned on the wall and slowly slid down until he was sitting on the floor. 

Chenle sat down by his side, he sneaked his arm around Jisung's shoulders and patted him softly, trying to comfort his friend. 

“Tell her.” 

“What?”

“About how you feel.” 

“Are you stupid? No way, she will never feel the same. She only sees me as her neighbour.”

“Oh, c'mon, you know that's not true. She hates it when you say that, you're her friend.” 

“Exactly, we're friends, I don't want to ruin that.” 

“What makes you so sure it will ruin your friendship?”

“Because she won't reciprocate my feelings and then it will be awkward and little by little, we will drift apart and I don't want that, I can't have that.” He was exhausted.

“It will be okay dude.” Chenle hugged him.

“No it won't.” He looked up once again. 

The moon was no longer mocking him, she was inconsolable. She knew how heartbroken the boy was and it made her angry not knowing how to comfort him. She had been helpful towards the boy for years now, always making him feel safe whenever he sought calmness, but tonight she cried alongside him. 

He was 16 years old when he got in a fight.

You and Jeno were going strong, almost a year has passed since that party and 10 months since you started dating. 

He hated every single second of it. It broke him having to hear you talk about how dreamy he was, and how he's the best boyfriend and the worst thing is that he wanted to hate him, but he couldn't. He made you so happy, and that was what mattered. He suffered but seeing your smile was worth all the pain. 

Your graduation was coming, meaning prom was just around the corner. Of course you got Jisung and Chenle tickets, you wanted to spend the night with the people closest to you. It was going to be the perfect night, you made sure of it. In fact the only reason why you wanted to be president of the student council was to have full control of prom night; no one was going to ruin your special night. 

You ran down the stairs the second you heard the ringbell. You opened the door and Jisung was there, waiting for you. 

“Jesus, Jisung, hurry up!” You dragged him inside by his arm, making him lose his balance and almost falling. “We don't have much time!” He straightened his position and acted as if nothing happened.

“Isn't it at like 9?” he asked, confused.

“Yeah, so what?” 

“Y/n, it's 2pm, I think we have plenty of time.” There was a mocking tone in his voice, making you death glare at him, his smile disappeared in seconds. 

“We have to go pick up your suit and Hyuck's, then my dress, then I have to come back here to drop both of you off, then I have to go to my hair and makeup appointment and then come back once again to finish getting ready, plus I have to be like an hour early since I'm the president.” 

“Why do you have to drop us off? We'll go with you.” 

“Really? You don't mind?” 

“Not at all, it'll save us lots of time.” 

“Thank you.” Your eyes were soft and the gratitude was evident in your tone. “Okay then let's go. Lee Donghyuck get your ass down now!” Jisung covered his ears, he didn't expect that scream. “Shit, sorry.” You laughed, making him smile. 

“Dude, don't scream!” Haechan made an act of presence. “I'm here, don't get all crazy, geez.” 

“Stop whining and get your ass moving.” And it only took one glare to make him silent and obedient. 

You may look like your dad but you had the same glare as your mom, making your brother very scared of you. This always made Jisung laugh, he never gets to see Haechan like this, so it's a treasure when he witnesses it. 

“What are you laughing about? Move!” you said with a stern tone. 

“Yes, ma'am.” He saluted and finally got out of the house. 

Both of you were halfway to the car when you noticed Haechan was still at the entrance, picking up the mail. 

“Hyuck, it's not the time! Move!” 

“It has the logo of The University of Sydney.” He showed a medium size envelope. “This is it y/n.” The colour left your face, your heart dropped to your stomach, you started shaking and your legs went limp. 

You went on a family vacation to Australia a few years ago and you loved every second of it. You automatically fell in love with Sydney and when you visited the university's campus with your brother you knew you had to attend that school. It had the best program for you, the classes were amazing with very famous professors. It was your perfect school.

Inside that envelope was the answer to your future. It stated if you were accepted into your dream college or if you were rejected; only the thought of not being able to go made you dizzy. You lost your balance but thank god for Jisung who was fast enough to catch you. 

“I can't, you do it.” You looked at your brother with pleading eyes. Your lips and throat went dry, making your voice sound out a little broken. 

“No fucking way!” Haechan refused immediately and got closer to Jisung. “You do it.” He handed him the envelope and Jisung was hesitant to take it.

“I don't know if I should.” 

“Please, for me? I can't bring myself to do it, Sung.” He looked at you and he melted; your eyes were literally begging him, how could he say no?

“Fine.” He let go of you with delicacy and grabbed the envelope.

He opened it and took out the letter slowly, afraid that it might rip if he hurried. All eyes were on him while he read the inside, no one could decipher what it said, his face was expressionless. Jisung read it slowly, making sure to comprehend what it said, to save himself the confusion and a possible breakdown from you if he said anything wrong. It's been only a few minutes but to everyone it felt like hours, you wanted to know but at the same time you didn't. You can't be rejected if you never knew the contents of the letter, right? Your brother, on the other hand, was impatient. 

“Say something already!” He startled everyone with his loud scream. 

Jisung looked at you with a little smile on his lips. He didn't have to say anything, you knew by looking into his eyes that everything was okay. You laughed and your eyes started to water and you were quick to engulf the younger one in your embrace. He held you close, savouring the moment since it may be one of the lasts for a long time. 

“Why are you hugging? Holy shit y/n, are you crying? What's going on?!”

“She got in.” The look on his eyes was filled with pride and happiness. 

He knew how hard you worked for this. He was there pulling all nighters by your side, being your number one hype man, having your back in the highs and lows. Jisung was there for you throughout the whole journey and to be honest, you couldn't imagine anyone else by your side, you were glad it was him. 

“Holy shit!” Your brother took you in his arms and hugged you, while making you jump and spin around together. “I'm so proud of you! You're going abroad! You're gonna live by yourself! You're getting everything you’ve always dreamed of!” 

“I know!” You match your brother's excited tone. “I gotta tell Jeno.” And just like that, Jisung's smile disappeared. Good for him that you didn't notice. 

After telling Jeno, your parents and Jisung's parents you finally went on with your day, and the busy schedule that you had ahead. 

After picking up the suits you went to pick up your dress. It was beautiful, a midnight blue dress with a subtle glitter to it, making it look like the night sky, it was backless and it had spaghetti straps. You didn't know this but Jisung convinced your mom to tell him the colour of your dress so he could buy the same colour tie. He wasn't going to be your date, but the least he wanted was to match. Then it was the hair and makeup appointment, Jisung and Haechan went to a nearby cafe to kill time while they waited for you, it was going to take a while. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked your brother when they're sitting down with some coffee and pastries. 

“A little bored but you know once we arrive at the party I'll be the star of the night.” A smirk on his lips, making the younger one laugh. 

“I meant, how do you feel knowing she's going away?” Haechan's smile disappeared and his eyes lost their playful glint.

“I'm happy for her.” He meant it but his voice had a bitter tone.

“Come on dude, it's me.” Haechan looked at him and found comfort in his eyes. In that moment he finally realised why you always did it, Jisung had the ability to let everyone feel at ease just by looking into his eyes. 

He lets out a sigh before speaking. 

“I'm happy for her, I really am but…” He played with the spoon of his drink, to calm his nerves. “I'm really gonna miss her…” 

“Yeah, me too.” 

“No, Jisung you don't get it.” His tone was quickly changed for a serious one, his eyes went from sorrow to anger in a matter of seconds and his jaw tensed. “She has been by my side literally my whole life, she's my other half… We're the sun and the moon… How am I going to live without her here with me?” 

“Hey, it'll be okay, it's not like she's gone forever.” The younger one talked with his softest voice. “She's gonna visit and you know she'll come back. She will never leave you behind, at the end of the day, you are her other half as well.”  

“Yeah I guess…” He finally looked up from his drink. “Thanks, Jisung.” 

“No problem.” He gave him a smile which was reciprocated quickly and Haechan's eyes came back to being soft and happy again. 

A little while went by when you appeared at the coffee shop all dolled up. You looked beautiful; your hair was styled making your face look even prettier and the make up was perfect, it accentuated your features. Jisung couldn't take his eyes off of you. He was hypnotised, and being honest, he didn't want to be freed from your spell. 

“Holy shit dude,” your brother let out. “You look really pretty.”  

“Wow, you really mean that?” The nervousness was evident in your voice.

You weren't really sure about your makeup, you felt as if it was too much, and it made you feel a little insecure. The shades of colour that the woman picked weren't exactly in your comfort zone but you trusted her because at the end of the day, she was the expert. 

“Hundred percent! You look stunning! Right, Jisung?” He elbowed the younger one, trying to find support from him. 

Jisung was caught off guard since he was paying his undying attention to you. He snapped out of it and he went silent for a second. His cheeks were red, his mouth went dry and his hands were slightly shaking. 

“Yes, you look stunning.” His voice was almost nonexistent, he was afraid you weren't able to hear him but the smile on your face and the slight blush creeping up gave it away. 

“Thanks, Sungie.” The softness in your voice made him lightheaded. “Let's move, we still have to go home and finish.” 

The way back home was fun. You had the best taste in music and a talent of always picking the perfect songs for the right moment. The vibes were never off when you were the one in control of the music. 

When you arrived everyone went to their respective homes, you gave them until 7:45 to be ready or else you would leave without them, your glare made them both know you were dead serious. 

Jisung was in his room, he already had his suit on and once again he was struggling with his tie, he never got the hang of it. After failing for the fifth time he let out a tired sigh and went to his mom. He peeped his head into his parents room and found his mom in her bed reading a book. His dad was nowhere to be seen since he was out on a business trip. 

“What's up Jisung?” She didn't even have to look up, she felt her son's presence in a second. 

“Can you help me with my tie?” He was a little embarrassed when it hit him. He was a 16 year old boy who still needed help from his mom. It was quite adorable, really. 

“Of course, baby.” Her mocking tone made his cheeks get redder. 

“Ugh mom!” She laughed by hearing his whining and that made him smile. 

She got up and went closer to her son. She made the knot smoothly. Jisung was amazed with the fastness and how easy she made it look. His mom fixed his tie, then his collar and finally his blazer. He looked dashing, his hair was styled away from his forehead and she was proud knowing it was all his doing.

“You look so handsome.” 

“Thanks, mom.” The shyness was evident in his voice and he scratched the nape of his neck. 

“So…” 

“So… ?” he asked, confused. 

“Is this the night?” 

“The night of what?”

“The night you confess your feelings for y/n?”

“Oh my god, mom!” He was sick and tired of hearing this.

His mom found out about his crush on you even before he even realised, and she has insisted her son to confess for years now. She rooted for you knowing how enamoured he was, she also knew you had certain feelings for him, even though you weren't aware, moms always know best. 

“What?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, looking at her son in an accusatory way. 

“She has a boyfriend, and she’s going away soon. Why even bother?” 

“You have loved her for years Jisung, how much longer can you keep this a secret?” 

“As long as necessary.” His serious tone made her mom sighed. “It's her night, I don't want to ruin it.” 

“Fine.” He noticed the sadness in her eyes and he was quick to hug her. 

“It's okay mom, I'm okay,” he whispered and his mom tightened the hug. 

“Go, or you'll be late.” 

He broke the embrace, he gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek and he finally got out. He went back to his room and checked himself on the mirror one last time. He fixed a stray hair, he put on some rings, his watch (which you gifted him), a necklace and then he covered himself with some perfume (one that he knew was your favourite). He said goodbye to his mom and got out of the house. 

He was surprised by the presence of Jeno at your entrance, and he was even more surprised seeing him hesitating on whether he should knock or not. 

“Hey,” he said, startling the older one. Fuck, he looked good. 

“Jisung, hey.” Jisung did not miss the nervous tone and his eyes were shaking, something was off with Lee Jeno, and he was going to discover what. “You look good.” 

“Thanks, you too.” It hurt him saying that, knowing damn well you were gonna fall all over again for your boyfriend. “C'mon, let's get inside.” He just opened the door. It wasn't a surprise, Jisung has been coming here since he was five, it's his second home. 

“I'm here!” he announced his presence so no one worries. “Jeno hyung is here too.” 

“How did you get in?” Haechan was fixing his tie while coming down the stairs and he looked at Jeno confused.

“Jisung.” Jeno pointed at the younger one

“You gotta stop doing that dude,” he laughed while finally standing beside his friends. 

“I will when you stop doing the same at my house.” The younger one said in a challenging manner. 

“Okay fine, you win.” Haechan lifted his hands up in a sign of defeat. 

“You're ready to go?” Your voice made the three guys turn their heads. 

Every single one of them went silent by the sight of you. You looked absolutely stunning. The dress fitted your body in all the right places as if it was meant to be worn by you and it made your moles visible making your skin look like a starry night. The make up was perfect and your hair was also perfect, you looked perfect. Jisung's heart was racing and he was sure everyone could hear it, he couldn't take his eyes off of you, his mouth was dry and his hands were clammy. 

“Wow!” Jeno was the first one to break the silence. “Holy fuck, you look stunning! I can't believe this gorgeous woman is mine!” You could feel the heat come to your face, your smile was wide and the shyness was very evident. 

“Stop!” You hid your face. 

“Hey don't do that, people deserve to see your beauty.” Jeno took your hands off and he let out a sigh. “Fuck,” he whispered, he cupped your cheeks with his hands and then he kissed you.

Jisung looked away with teary eyes, oh how he wished that was him. 

“Sorry, I couldn't help myself,” Jeno said after breaking the kiss. 

“It's okay,” you whispered. Your cheeks were on fire and your eyes were shining like a galaxy. 

“Okay love birds, it's time to go.” Haechan was the first to speak after that scene. “C'mon, y/n! You were hurrying us before, move!” 

“I'll kill you Hyuck.” Your voice was serious and once again, your brother lifted his hands up. 

“Sorry.” And then he got out of the house. 

Jeno followed him out and you were left with Jisung. You looked at him and frowned by seeing his teary eyes. 

“Hey, Sung.” You came closer to him, you grabbed his hand and started caressing his knuckles with your thumb, like you always do. “What 's wrong?”

“Sorry it's just that, you look so pretty.” It may have been a half-assed lie but as long as you're happy. “And I'm happy I get to be with you during this night.” 

“Of course.” Your voice was soft and your touch was delicate. “You're my best friend, of course I wanted you here, with me, during this very important night.” He let out a sad giggle. “C'mon let's go.” You didn't let go of his hand throughout the whole ride to prom. 

When you arrived, Haechan and Jisung went to the gym to kill time while you made sure everything was perfect, Jeno went with you. Jisung couldn't stop looking at the both of you; you looked perfect and he loved seeing you in your president role, but Jeno, Jeno looked nervous. He followed you everywhere but he did it silently, he wasn't by your side, holding your waist like he usually does but instead he was behind you. He noticed how he was spacing out, in all this time knowing Jeno, he has never been caught off guard. 

Time passed by and the party finally started. You were at the door receiving and greeting everyone while your friends and brother danced together but after a while you decided it was time to drop formalities and have fun, so you went with your friends and started dancing. 

After a while you were called, it was time to announce the prom king and queen. You excused yourself and went backstage to prepare everything and made sure everything was perfect. You went up on stage, grabbed a microphone and asked for the band to turn it down a bit, making everyone whine a little but the moment they saw you up stage they knew what was happening. 

“Hello everyone, are you having a good time?” The crowd answered with whoops of excitement, which made your smile grow wider. “I'm glad to hear you're having fun. Well it's that time of the night.” You showed the envelope that was in your hands and the screams were louder this time. “Inside this envelope are the names of your next prom king and queen, are you ready?” 

“Yes!” everyone answered in unison, making you laugh. 

“Your prom king is…” You stopped to make a pause to build up the excitement. It also bought you a little time to open the envelope. You smile by reading the name in the piece of paper, feeling proud. “Lee Jeno!” Everyone shouted and started congratulating Jeno while he walked towards the stage. 

You gave him the ribbon that said “Prom King”, a little sceptre and you finally placed the crown on his head. You congratulated him and kissed him, not caring about all the viewers. 

“Okay now, the title that actually matters.” People laughed once again, making you feel a little proud, you have rehearsed that line for a month now. “And your prom queen is…” The drummer made a drum roll to build up tension and for you to read the words on the piece of paper. You smile once again. “Hwang Yeji!” 

Your best friend was shocked, she didn't expect it, making the moment more genuine. Jaemin, her date, walked her through the crowd and helped her up on stage since she was still in shock. You put on the ribbon and gave her the sceptre. After crowning her you hugged her tightly. 

“Congratulations babe, I'm so proud of you.” 

“Thank you.” She broke the hug and waved at the audience, making them shout even louder for her. 

“Okay now it's time for the king and queen's waltz so please clear the dance floor.”

People moved and the centre of the dance floor was empty. Jeno, Yeji and you got off of stage, you were quick to move aside, giving your boyfriend and friend the space so they could go and dance. You were puzzled by seeing them coming towards you and Jaemin. 

“Actually.” Jeno extended his hand towards you while Yeji and Jaemin went together to the dance floor. “Will you grant me this dance, beautiful lady?” 

“But you're supposed to dance with the queen, I'm not the queen.” Even though you're giving him reasons not to, you took his hand, and you let him guide you to join your friends. 

“You are my queen.” You couldn't help but feel your cheeks warm. “And besides, I really doubt people will say something about it, at the end of the day, I'm the king, and you're their president.” You both laughed and finally made it to the centre of the dance floor. 

You looked like the perfect couple to everyone that was watching. You and Jeno were described by your classmates as the perfect match, or a match made in heaven. To everyone, you were meant to be. 

Jisung watched you from afar, being overwhelmed by all his emotions. He was admiring you and at the same time he was being jealous of Jeno, he couldn't help but feel all his love for you overflowing his heart while all of his rage went towards Jeno. He felt so happy for you, seeing that you're enjoying the night but he despised the fact that you weren't with him. And he hated himself, he hated himself for being a coward and not telling you about his feelings, because now he is suffering the consequences. It was easy for him when you were single because in a way, he still had a chance, but when you got together with Jeno, all the hope he had (which wasn't much) was gone, crushed. 

He couldn't bear to look at you two anymore so he ran off out of there. He couldn't see how Jeno came close to your ear and asked you to go and talk outside. Jisung went into the first classroom, the tears were falling by themselves, he wanted them to stop but it was pointless, his heart was way too broken, the only thing it could do to fix itself was crying. His vision was blurry because of the tears so he didn't see you and Jeno coming in. He was on the other side of the room and the lights were off so he was almost invisible, neither Jeno or you noticed the younger one. Jisung hid himself when he heard the door being closed. 

“What did you want to talk about?” He froze even more on his spot by hearing your voice. He knew it was wrong to eavesdrop someone's conversation but it was you. 

“It's about you leaving.” Jeno's voice was really low, Jisung could barely hear it. “You know how we talked about it at the start of our relationship, you said if I felt comfortable with it we could try long distance.” 

“Yeah?” Your tone was worried, Jisung could picture you perfectly, fidgeting with your bracelet. 

“I don't think I can do it.” You could hear the pain in Jeno's voice and so did Jisung, even though he didn't like him, he empathized with him. 

“I mean I told you about it today, and I'm not leaving until like 2 months, we can talk about it and figure it out. Think about it, please.” The pleading in your voice made Jisung sneak a peek. 

You were holding Jeno's hands, your eyes were begging him and it made him furious. You should never be begging anyone to stay with you. To him, you deserve the best of the best. The rage was pooling inside of him, he almost came out and confronted Jeno. 

“The thing is that I have, ever since you told me you were planning on going away I've been thinking about it. I tried y/n, I really tried but I can't.” Jisung noticed your eyes watering, his hands were in fists to the point where his knuckles were white. “I love you so much but not enough to wait for you.” In that moment you could feel your heart break, the tears streamed down automatically. Jisung couldn't contain himself anymore and he came out. 

“You fucking asshole!” And after that he punched Jeno in the face, making his lip bleed. “How fucking dare you!?” And another, he could hear your screaming but he was blinded by rage. “You don't love her enough!? Then you never loved her in the first place!” And another, and another and another. 

“Jisung, stop! Are you insane!?” You tried to grab him but it was useless. 

Jeno was taken back at first but when the surprise passed he grabbed Jisung's hand and then he hit him back, so the fight started being reciprocated. 

Jisung had the advantage since Jeno was surprised by the attack but as soon as the older one gained consciousness, Jisung started to get in trouble. Of course he knew Jeno was stronger and better, but he didn't care, he was furious. Jeno didn't appreciate you enough to try, he didn't realise how lucky he was for having you by his side, he wasn't willing to sacrifice for you the way he was. Because Jisung would do anything if it meant being by your side. 

“Stop! Stop it!” You somehow got a grip on Jeno's arm and yanked him away from Jisung. “What the fuck is wrong with you!?! Are you animals!?” You were furious, Jisung has known you for years and he has never seen you this angry. 

Jisung was trying to regulate his breathing as well as Jeno, none of them dared to look at you. But, you looked at both of them, feeling disappointed and heartbroken. You looked at Jisung, his nose was bleeding, his right eye started to get black and his left eyebrow was also bleeding; you looked at Jeno, his lip was bleeding and his cheekbone was red. You let out a sigh before speaking. 

“Jeno, I think you should leave.” He looked at you in disbelief. 

“Are you kidding me?” 

“Do I look like I'm fucking kidding?” Your tone was stone cold, you have never spoken like that to him before, and it affected him. In that moment he realised how much he has hurt you. 

He got up and left, none of you noticed but his eyes started to water and when he closed the door, his tears were mixing with the blood. 

You broke down after seeing him leave. You couldn't hold it anymore and you just let go. You covered your mouth trying to keep it as silent as possible. You knew there was a big possibility that you and Jeno would break up if you were accepted, but you never thought Jeno would say that to you. “I love you but not enough…” It would have hurt less if he just said he hated you.

“Y/n,” Jisung said in the softest voice while he got closer to you. 

“Shut up.” Your voice was broken but the anger was very noticeable. “I am furious at you so shut the fuck up and get your ass to the infirmary.” You didn't move, therefore he didn't. “Now!” 

He obeyed immediately and started his way. You just needed a little time alone to get yourself together, a lot happened in a span of 10 minutes. Your boyfriend broke up with you and told you that he didn't love you enough, you're best friend heard all of it which was humiliating enough by itself, the last thing you wanted was for someone else to know; your best friend started a fight with your now ex-boyfriend and now he was on his way towards the infirmary so you could cure his wounds. Not exactly the plans you had for your prom night. You let out a last sigh, you wiped your tears away and you got out of there. 

Jisung perked up in his position when he saw the door being opened and his cheeks got redder by seeing you walk in. You didn't say anything, you just went to get the stuff you needed to cure him. He looked at every move you did, he was angry at himself for causing such a scene on your prom night but he didn't regret it; if he had to, he would do it again, as many times as necessary. 

He hissed when he felt the cotton swab on his injury. 

“Does it hurt?” you asked in a low tone, but it was expressionless. 

“It stings a little.”

“Good.” 

“That's mean,” he whispered but you heard. 

“I'm sorry, I'm just really mad.” He lowered his head but you made him look up again since you were treating his eyebrow's cut. “What the fuck were you thinking Park Jisung?”

“I wasn't, that's the thing.” 

“What were you doing there anyway?” He panicked for a second.

“I got a little overwhelmed, I needed some air I guess.” He hated lying to you but he needed to. 

“Why did you hit him?” 

“Because of what he said.” His voice turns deeper, surprising you. His voice was deep but you have never heard it reach that tone. “How could he say that? He didn't know he was the luckiest guy for having you by his side, it made me furious hearing how ungrateful he was, and how much of an asshole he was to you.” You stopped treating his injury but he didn't seem to mind. “What he said was awful but when I saw how hurt you were, I couldn't let him get away like that, rage took over me.” He finally looked at you.

You tried to fight back the smile that was trying to come out by seeing how soft his eyes were, they were holding the whole galaxy, and for him they did, since he was looking at you. 

“I know it was stupid since Jeno is way stronger than me but I didn't care, he hurt you and I needed to do something about it.” You hold his hands and you rub your thumb through his knuckles, he smiled while looking at the little action. “I am sorry for ruining your night but I don't regret it.” 

“You don't?”

“No.” 

“You're a dumbass, you know that right?” 

“That 's mean.” 

“Well I get to be mean.” You continued cleaning his wounds. “I'm stuck here with you instead of enjoying my prom night.” 

“I'm sorry.” He lowered his head once again, his voice was full of shame and his cheeks turned red. 

“Hey, I'm kidding.” You giggled softly while lifting his head up. “It was already ruined when Jeno decided to break up with me. Which was a very dick move of his, he could've at least waited for tomorrow to do it.” You giggled. 

“Asshole,” Jisung said automatically, making you laugh even harder. 

You finished cleaning his eyebrow wound and put on some ointment for the soreness and to help with the bruising. You then continued with the one on his lower lip. His usually plumped lip was even more swollen and it was starting to turn a subtle shade of blue and purple. He hissed once again by feeling the cotton swab with alcohol but you seemed to not care, you just focused on cleaning. 

“Thank you, by the way,” you said after a while. “I'm still mad as fuck but thank you for defending me like that.” He looked at you and he fell in love all over again. 

The lights of the room were off because you didn't need them, the windows did a perfect job at bringing the light from the moon and the lamp posts from outside. The moonlight hit your face in all the right places, making you look ethereal and even though you have been dancing all night and you cried, your makeup and hair were almost intact; a little out of place but you still looked as beautiful as the start of the night. Jisung could notice the anger in your eyes but he also noticed the worry, no matter how furious you were you couldn't help but worry about him.

He didn't realise what he was doing. For the second time that night, Jisung was moving out of instinct, his heart taking control instead of his brain. He got closer and closer towards you, his lips being pulled automatically towards yours as if they were magnets. And then he kissed you. It was quick and innocent, his lips barely touched yours since he snapped out of his trance but he kissed you. 

Both of you were surprised, none of you knew what happened exactly. You could feel the heat coming up to your cheeks and your eyes were wide open. Jisung's heart was racing at a very concerning speed and his head was spinning. He tried to talk, tried to explain but nothing was coming out of his lips. 

“Sorry, I lost my balance for a sec, maybe Jeno hit me in the head because I kind of feel a little dizzy.” He faced palmed himself in his imagination, what a shitty excuse but he couldn't come up with something better.

“Oh,” was the only thing that you could say. “No worries.” 

After that you finished treating his wounds in dead silence. Jisung was cursing himself in his head. You didn't know what to think exactly, but you knew one thing for sure, you were tired.

Once you were done you came back to the gym and picked your things. You explained the situation to Yeji and begged her no to tell your brother since you knew he would cause a scene, and you didn't want to deal with that, you didn't want to deal with anything anymore. She hugged you and told you she was gonna take care of everything for you, and then she kissed your forehead before saying goodbye. After that you went to your brother to ask him for the keys, you used the tired excuse and he gave in, not because he believed you but because he was having way too much fun to care. You envied him, you envied everyone who was having fun. 

When you got out of the gym you were surprised to see Jisung waiting for you by the car. He was leaning on it, his tie was loose, he took the jacket off and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, he looked pretty handsome. 

“What are you doing?” You unlocked the car and opened the door. 

“I'm going with you,” he says with an obvious tone. 

“C'mon Jisung, go back inside and have fun.” 

“I don't want to go inside, I want to spend the night with you, like you wanted.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You said you wanted to spend the night with the people you're closest to, and not to toot my own horn but, I'm pretty sure that after Haechan hyung, I'm the one closest to you.” You laughed at his antics. 

“Okay fine, you win. Get inside.”

“Yes!” He put his fist up in a sign of victory and got inside. 

The drive back home was calm. The music was lower than you typically play it, the windows were down and the air was chilly but you didn't care. You stopped at a red light and turned your head towards the younger boy, he was looking out the window. Maybe your night was ruined but seeing him by your side, admiring the night sky while softly singing the songs made you realise you couldn't have asked for a better ending to the night.

He was 18 year old when he entered university

It was the first time Jisung was walking alone to school ever since he was 5. You’re studying abroad, Haechan had a different schedule than him and Chenle lived in a whole other neighbourhood, which was closer to the school.  

He felt alone and lost, he had ever since he said goodbye to you at the airport. You were gone and he didn't know what to do. He tried to distract himself, he started saying yes to everything Chenle had invited him to and he also hung out with Jaemin, Renjun and Haechan. He tried to avoid your house though, it hurt even seeing it from across the street knowing damn well you weren't there. 

After the prom, everything was really weird. Jeno had broken up with you, so you weren't the happiest and there was a weird air between you two after the kiss that had happened. It was merely a peck but it happened and it made Jisung act even more nervous around you and it made you confused. 

You didn't know how to feel, you didn't know what to think exactly. Was it really just a mistake? Did he mean to kiss you? Was it just the heat of the moment? Your head spinned for months. You were so confused, you found comfort knowing you were leaving soon. Away from all the drama and confusion. 

You kept to yourself the rest of the time you had left at home, focusing on packing and making sure you had everything for your visa and other stuff you needed for school, also hiding the stuff you didn't want your twin to take once you were gone. You barely saw anyone, you never left your room unless it was really necessary; even your own family barely saw you and they lived with you. You were breaking Jisung´s heart without knowing, the younger one just wanted to spend as much time as he could with you but he loved you, and he was gonna respect your wish for privacy. 

You and Jisung were barely speaking. You used university as an excuse but he knew it was something else and he didn't blame you. You were desolate because of Jeno, hell, you were heartbroken and he knew the last thing you needed was another boy to mess with your feelings (not that he would). You also had to focus on your school and he didn't want to admit it but he knew his actions on that prom night confused you and he hated himself for it. The last thing he wanted was for things to be awkward between you two, he just wanted to be with you and he missed you like crazy; your absence really took a toll on him.  

You weren't able to come home during your winter and summer break, you joined too many clubs and you also joined the student council at your university; saying you were busy was nothing, you were swamped with work. You did this on purpose though, you made yourself as busy as possible so you wouldn't have to deal with your thoughts, so you wouldn't have to face your feelings and to deal with the storm happening in your head. You may not be aware of it but Jisung knew, at the end of the day, he knew you better than anyone else. 

He was halfway through his walk to university when his phone rang and he was surprised by seeing your picture on the screen, you were calling him. It was weird since you weren't speaking that much and because you hate talking on the phone so much, you prefer texting people; you only called when it was urgent or an emergency. 

“Hey, Sungie.” Your voice made his heart race and he was smiling, he was so happy to hear your voice he almost cried. 

“Hey, is everything okay?” He was happy but he couldn't help but worry. 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it?” 

“Well, you hate talking on the phone, so I thought something was wrong.” He laughed softly. 

“Everything's fine, don't worry about it.” Your voice was soft but he could hear the tiredness in your tone. “Are you on your way to school right?” 

“Yeah… How did you know that?” He didn't tell you about his first day, the only uni talk he has had with you was when he told you he got in, and that was it. 

“Your mom called me.” He rolled his eyes by the mention of his mom. 

“Of course she did.” His tone was filled with annoyance and you laughed because of it. 

“Hey, give her a break, she was excited and so proud of you.” 

“Still, she didn't have to worry you about it.” 

“It's nothing Jisung really, I enjoyed talking to her a lot, especially since we haven't been talking that much.” 

“Sorry.” He looked down and his face was filled with disappointment. 

“If someone has to apologise it's me, I’m the one who has been M.I.A.” 

“But I haven't made so much effort either. I wanted to give you some space.”

“Yeah I know. Thanks...” Your tone fell flat near the end, you were disappointed as well. You didn't want space, not from him at least. 

“Why are you calling though? You never call.” 

“Oh, yeah, well…I wanted to keep the tradition going somehow.” You let out a nervous laugh and even though he couldn't see you, he knew you were fidgeting with your bracelet. “I didn't want you to walk to school alone.” 

“I'm really thankful, but don't you have classes? If you're skipping them I swear I’ll go to Australia myself and get your ass back to class.” 

“Woah woah! Easy there tiger.” Your laughter made his heart race. “I have a free period, I'm actually getting some coffee.” 

“Oh okay, good.” His cheeks turned a very bright shade of red and this was the first time he thanked the moon you weren't there to see his embarrassment. 

An awkward silence fell upon you. This has never happened, not even when you were kids and meeting for the first time. You always made sure to fill in the silence but now, you didn't know how to. You hated this, you hated feeling awkward with your own best friend, the guy that you had known for 13 years. 

You cursed yourself and him as well. How did you allow stuff to get so complicated? Why did he have to kiss you? You broke your head for several months trying to decipher what the hell was that. It was the only thing you could think of after that night. Not your break up, not your prom, not the fight but that stupid kiss, that stupid kiss that could barely even be considered one. Jisung only touched your lips for a mere second but it scarred you for life. You didn't know why, but that kiss meant a lot to you. 

And why on earth were you glad he did? You thought about how much you wished that kiss didn’t happen but being honest, you liked it, a lot, more than you should’ve. You may be in a weird place with your best friend but if you could erase that peck you wouldn’t. 

“I hate this, Sung,” you said, referring to the mess happening in your head. “I hate not being able to talk to you.” Your eyes were starting to fill with tears, thank god your voice was still stable. “I want you back, I want my best friend back, my partner, my favourite person.”

“I'm your favourite person?” He was taken back and in shock, he always thought Haechan was your favourite person, your twin, your other half, your sun. 

“You’ve always been.” A tear streamed down your cheek but you were quick to wipe it. “I need you Jisung, I miss you like crazy, I want to be with you and be able to talk the way we used to. You have no idea how much I need you to hug me.” And finally your voice failed you. Jisung’s heart sank by hearing your voice break. 

“Me too, you can't even begin to imagine.” He blinked rapidly trying to avoid the tears to escape his eyes. 

“How did we let this happen?” 

“I don't know.” 

“We promised nothing was gonna change after me leaving.” 

“I know.” 

“Then why is everything different?” 

“Because…” He wanted to tell you, he wanted to confess but the words got stuck once again. He didn't want to do it like that, during a phone call while you were kilometres away. “We're dumb?” Your laughter made the ambience lighter. 

“Yes, we’re very, very dumb.” You wiped a few tears away and cleared your throat. “Let's start being smart again.”

“How?” 

“We’re gonna try talking more, send a text once in a while, whenever we remember each other, like we used to.”

“Okay.” 

“We could also do homework together, we could schedule a weekly video call so we can catch up, talk about our life or not talk at all.” 

“I really miss you recommending songs to me,” he confessed. 

“I really miss you sending me pics of the moon.” You laughed once again, making the younger one sigh heavily, he was completely enamoured by you. 

“I missed your laugh.” It was a bold move from him but he felt he was gonna explode if he didn't say it. 

Your cheeks were warm and you hid them with your hands even though he wasn't there. He made you feel shy, which was very rare. 

“I missed your voice, is it getting deeper?” 

“I don't think so.” 

“It better not or else I'll lose my mind.” 

“Why?” he asked curiously. 

“Well you know how much of a sucker I am for a dude with a deep voice…” The verbal vomit came out by itself, you weren't aware of what you were saying until you heard nothing from the other line. “Damn, I fucked up,” you whispered but he heard you. 

“No, no, it's okay, I knew that.” He cleared his throat in an attempt to calm his nervousness. “I'm sorry but it's something I can't control, you’ll just have to deal with it.” His mocking tone filled you with relief. 

“I’ll try my best, but I don't make any promises.” You followed his joke up, thanking him for not making it weird again. 

“I'm here,” he announced when he arrived at his school’s entrance. 

“Good luck Sungie, remember that anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend.” 

“Thank you.” He smiled and looked down trying to hide his blush. 

“Let me know when you're done so we can talk on your way back home, okay?” 

“Yes, ma'am.” 

“I mean it, Jisung.” The seriousness in your tone gave you away. 

“I know.” He let out a few giggles. “Thank you for calling me.” 

“Well, you know how I am, I love our little traditions.” 

“I love that you do.” 

“Bye Sung, good luck.” 

“Bye y/n.” And after that you hung up. 

He felt a weight being lifted away from his shoulders, his heart felt lighter and he was beyond happy knowing that you two were going to be okay. It may not be exactly like it used to but it was better than nothing. 

He was 19 years old when he confessed his love towards you. 

After that call on his first day of university, your relationship started blooming again. You both kept your promises and started texting and calling each other more and more, just like the old times. You made several video calls where you would talk for hours, from dusk till dawn or you would stay quiet and just enjoyed each other's presence. Jisung always sent you pictures of the moon and you started sending him songs that you thought he would like, you even started making him several playlists; he always listened to them on repeat. 

Winter break came and you were finally able to go back home, you noticed how much you loaded yourself with work to avoid the whole Jisung situation but since you two were fine now, you gave yourself a break. Everyone was head over heels when you told them you were coming back home after a while of not being able to. You longed to spend christmas and new years with your family but especially with Jisung, since this was the year he would finally reach age, he would be able to drink and you wanted to be there. 

Your parents picked you up at the airport, both ran towards you and engulfed you in a big hug, a suffocating one actually. After a very emotional welcome from them, you finally went up to the car and made your way home. Haechan received you at the door and your father announced to you that Jisung was also there, your eyes lighted up and you were quickly to look for him, only to find him standing there waiting for you. You were surprised by looking at how much he grew, and when he spoke you felt your legs wobbling slightly by hearing his deep voice. You engulfed him in a hug and then you dragged him and your brother towards the living room to catch up. It was very late at night when Jisung had to return home, in all the time he was there you couldn’t stop looking at him, you were hypnotised. 

Christmas passed by and it was one of the best you had celebrated. Your family and Jisung’s always celebrated it together, the dinner was made by your mom and Jisung’s mom while your fathers were in charge of the drinks. As always everything was wholesome and you had the best time ever. 

Time passed by and new years came by, Yeji invited you to a party but you didn’t stay much since you wanted to be with Jisung on his first night as an adult, sadly when you arrived he was already drunk thanks to you brother and his friends. He took you out to the backyard and he confessed his feelings for you in his drunken state, taking you by surprise. Even though you weren’t sure about your own feelings you told him that you can figure them out together and then you kissed him properly this time. You weren’t sure why you did it but you didn’t regret it. It felt nice, it felt familiar and it made you feel warm. It was the best way to start the new year. 

After that night Jisung made his life mission to help you figure out what your heart wanted. He was finally able to act according to his feelings, he didn’t hold back and made sure to prove to you that he meant every single thing he said during that new years night. He spent months clearing all of your doubts, answering all of your questions and giving you the assurance you needed. After all his efforts, support and patience you realised that you wanted Jisung, you realised that your heart longed for him. 

During summer break he picked you up at the airport and asked you to be his girlfriend and you accepted gladly; you sealed the deal with a kiss full of affection, it was desperate in a way, you have yearned to feel his lips on yours once again. After that day you spend your summer by Jisung’s side, it was as if you were glued together. Wherever you went Jisung was following and vice versa. 

Two months have passed, your break is almost over, meaning that you would have to go back to school very soon. Jisung, knowing this, never left your side. He wanted to spend every single moment you had left home with you. 

“The summer went by so fast,” he said in a whisper while you were at the kitchen making a midnight snack; actually he was sitting while you were the one cooking, not letting him get near the kitchen since he would probably light it on fire. 

“I know,” you said while dicing some veggies for your ramen. “For the first time, I'm not as excited to go back.” 

“For the first time?” he asked confusedly while he stared at you. 

“Yeah, I don't love leaving home but I'm always really excited to go back, living on my own and having independence, you know?” He just nodded, not knowing exactly what to answer. “I know it may sound a little selfish but I always loved going back but now, it's so different.”

“Why?” 

“Because of you.” You both felt your cheeks warming up for the sudden confession. “I’m always excited to come back here and see my family, see Hyuck and my friends but ever since you confessed during new years I couldn't stop thinking about coming back home and seeing you.” Jisung stood up silently so he wouldn't interrupt you. “I wanted to hang out with you, spend time with you, see your cute face everyday, I was desperate to be with you.” You smiled while feeling his arms sneak around your waist, and you let out a soft giggle while feeling his face burning in your neck. “I yearned for you so fucking much.” He left a soft kiss on your neck, then your shoulder and your neck once again, he was drowning in your scent. 

“God, I fucking love you.” It was a whisper. It was innocent and said out of instinct, he didn't even realise what he just said until you left his side. 

“What!?” 

“Nothing.” He was ready to leave but your hand on his wrist stopped him. You made him face you.

“That was not nothing.” He didn't dare to look at you. “What did you just say Park Jisung?” Your tone was demanding and serious, not in an aggressive way but you wanted an answer. 

After a long pause he finally got the courage he needed to say those words again. 

“I said that I love you.” His voice was barely a whisper but because you were alone, you were able to hear him clearly. “You don't have to say anything, I know it's way too soon to say stuff like this since we've been in a relationship for just 2 months but I have loved you since before.” Because he's looking down he didn't realise you're coming closer to him. “I'm sorry if it freaked you out and I totally understand if you want to take some time apart, to be honest, I wouldn't blame you.” He let out a soft giggle which was full of embarrassment. “I'll just go…”

You stopped him once again and he finally looked up at you. You cupped his face with your hands and you kissed him.

You kissed him softly, slowly and it's intense because of the intimacy that you were sharing in that moment—you both felt like you were the only ones in the world and that time has stopped just for you. You feel like the moon and the stars are witnessing the scene with such endearment and they look down at you with the happiest of their smiles. You savoured him, you made sure to transmit all of your feelings with that kiss, you wanted him to feel safe, at ease, at home. You wanted him to feel like the only reason he was put on earth was for that moment alone, that he was meant to be by your side, just like you were meant to be by his. You engulfed him in your arms just like he did, you wanted him closer even though you couldn't be. You were desperate for him, and your heart felt like it was going to explode from all the love that you feel for this boy. 

You broke the kiss but you were still in his embrace and he was in yours; your foreheads were touching, both of you had your eyes closed, feeling each other's breaths in your faces, but neither of you seemed to mind. 

“I love you too,” your tone was sure and confident. You then opened your eyes to see his reaction. 

His eyes lit up and his smile was the biggest you have ever seen and if your vision isn't failing you, you think his eyes were watering. 

“Really?” His voice was soft, and it broke a little because of the knot in his throat. 

“Really.” You could see a little tear running down and you were quick to wipe it off with your thumb. 

“Shit, sorry.” He let out a nervous giggle while he wiped yet another tear. “I'm just really fucking happy.” You couldn't help but start tearing up as well. “No wait, don't cry.” He panicked and then cupped your cheeks in between his big hands. They were cold compared to your very warm face. 

“I can't help it, you know how I always cry whenever you do.” You sniffled and he laughed at you. You looked so adorable trying to hold in your tears. 

He wiped your tears with such delicacy, he then proceeded to put your hair behind your ears and then he left a soft kiss on your forehead so he could finally hug you; you buried your face in his chest and he rested his chin on the top of your head. 

“Just like when we were kids,” you let out and he laughed once again. 

“Just like when we were kids,” he repeated, voice full of adoration. 

Jisung has never been great with words but he somehow knew what to do to comfort you whenever you cried in front of him (which was very, very rare). He always started by wiping your tears away, he always did it in the softest way possible, as if you were made of glass; his fingers always felt cold against your skin but you never minded. He then helped you get your hair fixed, placing the stray strands where they belonged and then tugging some behind your ears to finally leave a little kiss on your forehead. He knew all of that was good but it wasn't enough so he would seal the deal with a hug. A hug that always felt so soft and warm, a hug that always felt familiar and comfortable, a hug that made you feel you belonged with him. You fitted in his embrace perfectly just like he fitted in yours. 

You were meant to be together. It was a bumpy ride, with its highs and lows but you were meant to be. Everyone knew it, even the moon who would always watch over you two, waiting patiently. Even the stars, who would always light up your path so you could find your way to each other.  

You stay like that for a while, enjoying the domestic moment, not wanting to let go until you hear the pot overflowing. 

“Shit, our food!” You broke the hug and turned to the stove.

You put the pot out of the fire and you turn the flame off. The food was ruined and the kitchen was a mess. 

“Man, and you said I was a terrible cook,” Jisung said with a mocking tone. 

“Oh, shut up,” you said annoyedly while you try to clean up your mess. “This is all your fault.” 

“My fault?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yes! If you weren't being all romantic and sentimental our ramen wouldn't have died like this.”  

“I'm sorry for saying that I love my girlfriend, it won't happen again.” 

“Wait no, I want to hear it again.” You panicked by hearing him. “I want to hear it a million times.” 

“Oh good, because I was joking,” he said while helping you clean. “Now that I've said it, now that is finally out of my system, it's the only thing that I want to say to you.” 

“Good because it's the only thing that I want to hear.” 

You finished cleaning up and you're quick to put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. You left a kiss on his lips and started preparing the food again. 

After finishing cooking and eating together you cleaned everything once again to finally go back to your room and get some sleep. You wiggled your way back to your bed, got into position and waited for Jisung to lay down so you could finally get 100% comfortable. After waiting patiently for you, he then plopped down next to you, he pulled you closer and he buried his face in the space between your neck, he loved getting drunk in your scent. 

After getting into a position where the two of you were comfortable you were quick to fall asleep, you didn't even notice you forgot to close your window´s curtains, you were gonna regret that in the morning. 

The night sky was clear, the moonlight sneaked in your room giving you two the perfect glow. The moon smiled by seeing you together, she was proud to see you could finally find your way to each other. The stars were beaming even harder, they couldn't hide their happiness. They worked so hard for you and seeing you together made them shine even brighter, they were glowing. 

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[rinatic]

In love with my roommate | Johnny Suh

Pairing: roommate!johnny x fem!reader

Genre: best friends, roommates, friends to lovers, angst and fluff.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: shirtless johnny

A/n: first attempt so pls be nice to me lol, hope y'all enjoy this :)

I rolled over in my bed and looked at the time on my cell phone. It was 9:30 p.m. and my twenty-minute power nap had accidentally turned into a two-hour snooze. I glanced out the window to check the weather conditions. It was completely dark with a lot of wind.

Definitely not the best time to jog around, but it would have to do. I really needed to walk to clear my mind from one thing.

My crush likes someone else.

And what is worse is my crush is, unfortunately, my roommate.

I threw off my blankets and pushed myself out of bed. I gave one good yawn with a long stretch then plopped back on my bed. Remembering that he told me he's going on a date today and might bring that girl he keeps talking about to our shared apartment.

He did leave early, so i suppose they're on their way to here? If so, i have to hurry up, i need to get dressed and be outside in like minutes. If i don't get my lazy ass off my bed and start dressing soon, I'll get to see him here with her.

And I don't want to see her.

I can't allow myself to because I'll know she'll become the person i hate the most, knowing myself, I'll probably blame her for every little thing that goes wrong in my life from the very moment i see her.

And I don't want to do that.

But how will I avoid her when she'll be the girlfriend of my roommate?

A knock on the door startled me. "Are you there, y/n? Can i enter?"

It's him, of course it's him, who would it be except that stupid boy i like?

I found myself fixing my posture as well as my fixing my hair. I hate to admit it but it became a habit to check if i look present and neat in front of him. "Yeah, come in." The door swung open slowly, and there stood Johnny, wearing nothing more than a towel that he wrapped around his waist, showing off his perfectly chiseled body. The towel looked like it will fall any moment.

Little water drops fell from his hair strands to his neck to his chest. I couldn't help but admire how fucking hot he looks right now.

I hope he did not notice me practically drooling over him. "You've been in your bed all day?" Yeah, depressed because you don't acknowledge me nor my feelings towards you, I thought. "Yeah, but I'm going to hang out with a friend, I'm gonna get ready.."

"At this hour? You goin' to a bar or somethin'?" Ugh. That's what I dislike about him. He's so nosy. He's the type to want to know everything, so annoying. I watched him as he went to my closet. "Can't I leave this house without telling you where I'm going?"

"I tell you everything, we're best friends so we shouldn't hide something from each other." He threw a glance at me over the shoulder then took my perfume. He had the audacity to come to my closet and steal this specific perfume everytime he has an important event to attend. Or specifically when he has a date.

Yes, I've suffered for the past two years from watching him going on countless dates. Bringing his girlfriends here and even fucking them here in his room that is right next to mine, i had to listen to it all night while crying silently. He really made me master crying without making any sound, it did became a talent.

He started spraying it on his body, he sprays too much, literally drenches himself in perfumes and it did make me anxious. You wouldn't stand being close to him, you'll get dizzy.

But i don't mind.

"I'm sure your girl will get dizzy if you keep spraying all that." I said. "Nah, you know girls love men who smell good."

I sighed. "I know but that's way too much- wait, you're still using my perfume even after what happened?" His ex girlfriend who was practically living with us here last summer fought with him over this, she thought he was cheating and broke up with him. I don't really understand how he thinks that putting my perfume on will make him attractive.

"I love the smell, okay?"

"Ugh, put it back, i have no time to buy another these days."

"Shut up, you use my stuff too." He put it back and ran his fingers through his soft black hair. I brought my attention to his face again. "I only took a hoodie, it was an emergency and i gave it back."

"Steal anything you want, y/n, there's no other girl that will take my things." I smiled upon hearing his words. "Yet." My smile dropped. And i hoped he didn't notice the dimness on my face since i just remembered his date.

i got up and left my bed untidy, pushing the thought away to the back of my head. While passing by him I ignored how hot he was and kept my attention on my closet. Picked a basic shirt and pants. Grabbed my hair essentials as well since he doesn't look like he'll get out any time sooner. "That outfit isn't enough, it's so cold outside."

I stopped mid walking. "It's fine, i don't get cold easily." I said with bored eyes. He left the room and i put my things on my bed and closed the door. Is he mad or something or did he want to give me space to change in my own room?

I finished dressing up quickly and let my hair loose on my shoulders. I turned the handle of the door and went searching for the keys.

Did he leave already?

I let out a big sigh as i felt my eyes welling up with tears. Did he really leave that fast? Without even saying goodbye? Does he hate me? I don't really understand why i still have a crush on him at this point. It's useless, I'm wasting my emotions and time when i could be doing something better.

"So you didn't wear a jacket, here.."

Two hands put a jacket on my shoulders. I turned around and he started helping me wear it properly. "You always get so cold, i can't stand seeing you shaking." He zipped it and smiled at me. "You look cute in my jacket."

I pretended I'm fixing my 'makeup' while I'm actually wiping my eyes. "Thanks, wear a one too."

"If i wear a jacket, my date won't notice my sexy body!" He argued playfully, i smiled at his stupid reason. "You look good anyways, you don't have to show your body."

I blurted these words out and bit my lip bottom, damn, did i just let him know that i acknowledge how good he looks?

"Why don't you walk with me to the nearby restaurant?" He said, ignoring the statement i said and I'm glad he did so, he raised his eyebrows and placed a grin on his lips, he always does that face to make me say yes. "Alright." I said. I bet he noticed how uninterested i am, maybe that will make him leave me alone.

He grabbed the keys. "You've been my best friend for a long time, y/n, so i want you to see my date." Hm. That's what I'm afraid of. I don't want to have a breakdown when i meet her. I know how weak i am when it comes to handling my emotions. "You're good at reading people, that's why i need you with me, babe."

Did this man just call me babe?

I ignored that feeling in my stomach and nodded. "Let's go!" He blurted happily and skipped to the building's gate. I sighed as i watched him waiting for me to come with a smile.

I wish the reason behind that smile was me.

Skipping a few stairs, then, i walked next to him, i put my hands in my pockets to keep them warm. He was weirdly quiet, usually johnny talks a lot. And he only stops if he's eating or thinking.

So i guess he's thinking of something.

"Why are you dressed so simple." I asked when i saw his outfit. Hw wore a pair of jeans and a sweater. "My date loves simple things, she isn't into fancy stuff." I hummed and brought my attention to the stores. I remember the last time we walked together here. It was last christmas i believe, we had this tradition of taking walks in December as a friendship thing because we met each other in December.

"We arrived." His voice brought me to reality. I looked at the restaurant. It was the restaurant we ate together a lot when we started attending college. Out of all restaurants in town, did he have really have to bring her here?

Why is he quiet? I waited for him to step inside but it looks like his legs got frozen. "Aren't you going to enter?" I asked. Waiting for a response. "she's not inside..."

Is she late to the date? Who's that stupid woman anyways to be late to a date with the johnny suh? If i were her i would've arrived thirty minutes earlier. I can't believe we're freezing in cold waiting for her to come. This alone says a lot about her. But it's good, maybe this will make him uninterested.

"...she's right next to me."

Huh? What did he say?

I looked to his other side. "Nah, she's not here, dumbo."

"If anyone is dumb then it's you, y/n." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Hey, from the moment we met till now i still manage to outsmart you in every situation."

"Yeah, it's obvious." He rolled his eyes. "Are you making fun of me?"

"Yes, because the girl i like is you, y/n."

What?

Did i hear him right?

WAIT.

....

"Huh.. it doesn't make any sense, can you please speak more clearly?"

"I literally just admitted i like you.." he looked at me and stopped talking for seconds, analysing my expression. "Well. It's shocking.."

"It's not, how can someone not fall for you." He got that flirty romantic look in his eyes and i immediately looked away shyly. I can't believe the words that are coming out of his mouth. Does he really like me? And if he did, why did he tortured me all this time?

"Well, i like you too." I admitted. Still not believing the fact that we just confessed to each other, but wait, what if this is a prank?

"I know you like me." I immediately darted my attention to him. "Huh? How did you know?!" I asked in disbelief. "You were obvious, y/n, you can't really hide your emotions."

I bit my lip in embarrassment. "But I'm kinda sad you didn't notice my crush on you." He said, pretending to be sad by doing an awfully cringy aegyo expression. "Like, i literally use your perfume only! I buy you lots of things too! I even tried to get a reaction from you by bringing girls in our dorm, but still nothing. You frustrated me to be honest."

"You're frustrated? Frustration is a weak word to describe how i felt! I wanted to kill you!" He raised his eyebrows. A little too surprised at my choice of words. "Still, I'm not in the wrong." He crosses his arms. "The problem is, i was so obvious, it's not my problem you didn't know i like you."

"How am i supposed to know when you're flirting with literally everyone?" He laughed. And even though i felt annoyed every time i remember it, i couldn't help but smile upon seeing him laugh. "You sound so bothered, i promise you i won't flirt with everyone from now on."

Thinking of us dating, i was too deep in my own thoughts that i didn't realize his hands on my arms. He grabbed me by the jacket and slammed his lips on mine softly, he finally kissed me the kiss i daydreamed about. I wrapped my hands around his neck. Playing with his hair as we kiss.

"Johnny, i think people are staring." I pulled away and whispered into his lips. "Don't pay attention, we can do what we want.." he smiled at me softly "we will do what we want." He connected our lips again, this time, i kissed him with no care in the world.

"I love you, even though you're stupid as hell to the point of not getting my hints."

"Did you just call me stupid?!"

"Sorry!"

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[donkey-hyuck]

WORD COUNT- 17,907

GENRE- fluff | friends-to-lovers!au | co-worker!au (literally jus the beginning) | sprinkle of angst but in a good way?? (jk there’s like two scenes w like actual angst lol) | kinda slice of life?

CHARACTERS/PAIRING- single dad!jeong jaehyun x fem!reader

WARNINGS- cursing | mentions of conceiving at an early age (it's not explicit. like at all) | mention of pregnancy | mentions of insecurities | food descriptions (there’s a lot?? for some reason??) | so fluffy you will literally melt

INTRODUCTION- you were his everything, as was he to you…. in which jaehyun recalls all the moments he’s spent with you and his daughter. a lifetime of endearment and a lifetime of his little family. a lifetime full of never ending love <3.

TAGLIST- @bbhmystar​

disclaimer- none of this depicts real life or jaehyun. again, nothing is ever explicit but i don’t want people to feel uncomfortable!

a/n- based on ‘lifetime’ by justin bieber. jus a sucker for single parent!au’s w jaehyun :) (not proofread lol)

It was all consensual… but it was a stupid mistake that teenager Jaehyun had made when fornicating with his now ex-girlfriend. When she found out that she was pregnant, thanks to him (even though it takes two to tango), she was utterly outraged. Jaehyun, on the other hand, was not as upset. Of course now he had more responsibilities than ever, but he was happy that the child was conceived, even at the young age he was and even if the baby was an accident. Jaehyun’s ex-girlfriend was moody the entire pregnancy and far on afterwards and she soon turned into the psycho ex he did not want her to be. Truly, he thought she would get some help and continue to be in their baby’s life, but she proved him otherwise. He never let her see their daughter after that scene, it wasn’t safe and he did not want his daughter to see her own mother, who was too unstable to stay in her daughter’s life and watch her grow up.

Only staying in their daughter's life for about eleven months, Jaehyun had enough of his ex-girlfriends bullshit and took full custody of their daughter, Jeong Haewon. Though his parents weren’t particularly happy with the decisions his hormones had made, they were not upset about their delightful granddaughter which came from their only child, Jeong Jaehyun.

It was unfortunate that he had to grow up so quickly,  but he had to make a good living so that his daughter does not have to live the life he would never wish upon anyone, even his ex-girlfriend. He also did not want to rely on his parents forever, they had already done so much for him and Haewon. He decided to have unprotected sex and he will deal with the consequences of his actions. It was fortunate enough for him to realize this at an early age.

Haewon was an angel sent from Heaven. He loved her more than anything in the world, and she would always be the owner of his little teenage dad heart.

°•. ✿ .•°

Twenty-year-old Jaehyun was in the bathroom, getting ready for his one o’clock interview for NEO Incorporated, humming along to some of the baby tunes he had put on to distract two-year-old Haewon for a measly ten minutes. He was running a little earlier than he had thought which helped him out in the end— since he wanted and needed this job very badly— and luckily, his parents were open that day to take care of his daughter (of course, they would drop all the things they were doing that day to take care of her when Jaehyun was being a responsible father.)

He was supposed to first, take a tour of the company, go through the different departments which he was able to choose from (he already knew he was going to interview for the performance directing team thanks to the NEO Inc. website and application), and lastly came the interview of which he was shitting bricks for. However, he did get to graduate college very early thanks to the college courses provided at his high school despite being a teen dad. So he had that in his favor.

Just as he was done fixing the tie to his suit, the apartment door knocked indicating that his parents were there and were ready to pick Haewon up and spend time with her for the day.

“Haewon! Grandma and grandpa are here!” he shouted from the doorway as she exclaimed in joy putting on her little lilac sweater with her socks on half of her foot. His mother had walked through the entryway and knelt down in front of her granddaughter as Jaehyun and his father had caught up with a bit of talking.

“Ah, my Haewonnie!” shared his just as excited mother as she took Haewon into a hug. Knowing that he would always have his parents' support would always be the highlight of his dad life.

After chit-chatting for a mere five minutes, Jaehyun’s parents and daughter walked out the door as he looked in the mirror once more before putting on his shoes and walking towards his car which was parked in the garage. The company was not far from his home, both located in the heart of the hustle and bustle of the city in Seoul. Though he may not have lived that far from the company, the traffic was beyond compare and he kept finding himself constantly looking at the clock. Of course, he didn’t want to be late and fuck the whole thing up before it even started.

Luckily for him, it seemed as though some sort of God had listened because the rest of the ride to NEO Inc. went fairly smoothly. However he did sit in his car for a few extra minutes to calm down his beating heart and calm down the paranoia that comes along with parenthood. Haewon was in good hands and hopefully he would be too.

As he walked into the lobby of the company he hoped to work at, he was faced with the interns taking their fair share of the tour. One intern in particular had caught his eye but he had thought nothing of it. Jeong Jaehyun found many different people attractive at many different times, even if it was during an important time like this. But that didn’t mean anything.

Or so he thought.

°•. ✿ .•°

It was a whirlwind of a morning for twenty-two-year-old Jaehyun and four-year-old Haewon. Both of these Jeong’s had woken up on the later side that morning and were now in a rush to complete their morning routines before they were off to work and school.

It was only November and that indicated Haewon’s third month into her little kindergarten class (technically it was sort of a pre-school.) Just the thought of Haewon already attending school made his heart completely shatter. But now was not the time to think about that since they both woke up a few minutes too late and now everything was out of shape.

Jaehyun was in the middle of trying to tie his little daughter's hair while she was brushing her teeth with his tie half done when he got a call from none other than his best co-worker: you. He put his phone on speaker mode so that he didn’t have to constantly hold his phone in his already busy hands.

“Hey, you’re not here yet? Is anything wrong? Did something happen to Haewon?” You bombarded him with questions he can’t fully comprehend at the moment.

You’d actually never met the little girl, you’ve only been told stories by her admirable father. Jaehyun was an expert in child care by now.

“No, I'm sorry. Haewon and I woke up a bit late today and we’re kinda rushing. It’s no worries but we’re just trying to hurry before the both of us are late,” he tried to explain to you after he finished tying her hair and was getting ready to re-do his tie.

“Oh okay. Do you want me to get you a coffee? I can just leave it by your desk.” You were a complete lifesaver.

He gasped out, “Yes please, it’d be very much appreciated.”

“Of course, your usual, right?”

“Yes. Thank you so much Y/N. I owe you.” He finished doing up his tie and walked out into the living room where both he and his daughter were trying to put on their socks.

“No, don't worry about it. Tell Haewon I said hi.”

“Hi Y/N!” She exclaimed with the mention of her name.

Haewon was also no foe to you. Although the two of you have never met in person, Jaehyun had spoken of you to his daughter a number of times. And his daughter was incredibly intelligent at only the age of four so for her it was easy to say that she liked you without even having to meet you. Which he was thankful for, as Haewon had admitted her feelings about you to her father (even though the two of you had only spoken through the phone.)

“Hi Haewonnie! How’s school so far?” You started a conversation with the little girl.

Jaehyun was glad that you had distracted her so that he could finish getting ready and help Haewon get ready and pack her lunch for the day.

“Alright, I’ll be there in a few. I just need to drop off Haewon and I’ll be there.”

“No worries, take your time. Bye Haewon!” You bid goodbye to the little family. To which the both of them said goodbye and soon they were on their way to start their day.

—

The two of you started off as barely co-workers. You and Jaehyun were two of the final interns that passed the exams and interviews that NEO Inc. presented. And it was just easy for the two of you to get along.

Many of your other co-workers had seen Jaehyun as eye-candy, which was just a part of human life. And although he was beyond flattered that so many people had found him attractive, it's not what he had in mind when he started working.

It also didn’t help the fact that he was a single father that was enamored by his daughter. He always put her needs before his and it awed the people he shared those moments to. Including you.

Jaehyun had always kept a picture of his daughter on his desk. She took up almost all of his social life but he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Of course, after a year or so of being employed in the company, he started to finally date around, being stable enough to hire a babysitter or having a babysitter open to watch his daughter. Surprise, surprise, that babysitter was you (sometimes.)

Now, you never minded that Jaehyun took some of his free time to go off and date around or even have a couple one night stands— you never really knew what he did but you knew he needed a breather here and there. He was human and he was a single father. He needed the break sometimes and you were there to watch his daughter whenever you were free. He would forever be thankful to have you by his side. And luckily he trusted you enough around his daughter (not that you would have done anything bad with her.)

It was until one fateful night when he came home a little later than usual. Yet at the same time, a little sadder than usual.

“Hey. Anything wrong?” You asked, immediately sensing the tension he carried all the way home from who knows where.

“I’m fine. Date just didn’t go as planned. How was Haewon? I’m sorry I came home later than what I said,” he rambled. He told you all about how he was ready for Haewon to meet the one he thought he was going to bring home. Things kind of escalated at the restaurant they were at and were at the brink of hooking up until she saw the home screen of Jaehyun's phone. She was confused and asked about the girl in the photo. And immediately, it ticked off his father's senses and he knew this wasn’t going to work out. Like at all.

“No, don't worry about it. People are shitty. But she was fine. She was great, like always. Wouldn’t stop talking about you but when does she ever not talk about you.” You joked with him. He laughed, enjoying the fact that his daughter loved him almost as much as he loved her.

“I think I’m gonna pause on my love life for a while. I haven’t been in the game since I had Haewon and I think it’d be best to let things happen to me naturally. And if it doesn’t, that’s also okay. I’m fine with staying a single dad,” he explained to you although you never pushed him to say or admit anything to you.

You and Jaehyun were friends. That’s it. Buds, even. So you found it kind of useless for him to explain his clearly complicated love life to someone he met at work a year ago. But then again, he wouldn’t have been on that date and realized all the things that were wrong with other people if he didn’t meet you.

You. You. You. Although Jaehyun was the single father, it seemed as though his life also revolved around you. He’s only known you for a year, yes, but this was the closest relationship he had ever had since having his baby.

And then it finally clicked.

°•. ✿ .•°

Oh, darlin', there's not much that you can say

To stop me from fallin' in like I am

If you were to tell the you from three years ago that you’d be here, you would call bullshit on everything. Currently, you were sitting at a dinner table on the pier with the Jeong’s: Jeong Jaehyun followed by Jeong Haewon.

Almost two years ago you quit your job at NEO Inc. and now you’re working full time as a marketing manager under Dreamlab Management. And in those two years, you and Jaehyun had kept in contact quite often. It was only a matter of time before feelings erupted from either of your hearts and now, here you were. You and Jaehyun had now been dating for a little bit over a year and it’s been the best year you’ve ever experienced with the family.

“Oh! Look Haewon!” you pointed to the seven-year-old girl. On the dock, there was a seagull eating the leftovers from the people who were enjoying their dinner— yet wasting their food— outside.

Without thinking, Haewon took a piece of the bread and threw it onto the dock, in hopes to see the seagull a bit closer. It worked. Until you interrupted her little Disney princess moment.

“Haewon don’t do that. You’ll attract them and soon we’ll be swarmed by a flock of seagulls,” you warned her.

Jaehyun watched as she sat on your lap looking toward the ocean. You were so good with children and you were incredible with Haewon. He made the right decision to continue a potential life with you. And with no doubt in his mind, he knew you would be there for him and Haewon until the day you die. And she wasn’t even your child.

Without much hesitation, Jaehyun booked a month's worth of an airbnb on Jeju Island for a getaway from the city and a more intimate place for the three of you to bond together (even though the three of you had bonded over the many courses of years you’d known each other.) This was the second day you’d been here and although you appreciated him spending his time to book a mini vacation, you declined, not wanting him to spend that long of a vacation and that much of his money for a simple trip down south. But to him, he didn’t care at all. He would spend countless amounts of money on the two girls that impacted his life the most. Of course, he was just blinded by love. But what he felt was more than love, especially watching the two of you.

So, as he watched you spend time with his daughter, and act protective of her, his love was only quintupled. And that was the thing. You were incredibly protective over Haewon, but you never tried to over-step and act like her straight-up mother. That was just too much. You knew what you were doing and you knew Jaehyun knew what you were doing. You weren’t going to act as if she was your own daughter and be all overbearing, but you knew the limitations and the rules which Jaehyun followed regarding his daughter. And you respected both Jaehyun and Haewon. Again, not as a mother or a wife, but as a best friend that knew the boundaries. Which, obviously, you weren’t a best friend to Jaehyun but you were a best friend to Haewon, and he appreciated that you didn’t try to substitute yourself as her mother or even a motherly figure. It was a little too soon for that, right?

With his chin resting on his palm, he watched the two of his most important girls giggling and playing, looking at the scenery before you and making sure Haewon ate her food. A loud chuckle escaped his lips when watching the two of you, which made you turn to him.

“What are you laughing at, mister?” You raised a brow before whispering something in Haewon’s ear.

“Dad, are you gonna eat? Or are you gonna stare at us all day?” Haewon cheekily said, which only made him smile brighter.

Slowly, he lifted his chin from his palm and reached over the table to grab her tiny hand.

“Of course I’m gonna eat, baby. I’m just admiring the life that I have right now.” He playfully winked at her before moving his eyes toward you, who was softly smiling at the way he simply talked to Haewon.

“And you,” he also raised his eyebrows, “you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Daddy! You said that about me!” The girl whined.

You laughed and pushed his hand away from her to which he dramatically put his hand on his chest, gasping all the while.

“Well, guess what dad? Y/N’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me too!” She cheered, turning to you and taking your face in her hands, squishing your cheeks while you laughed aloud.

“No fair! She was mine first.”

“Nuh-uh!” She stuck her tongue out and hid her face in your chest.

“Yes-uh!”

God, you could never get enough of these two.

—

It was now nine p.m. and Haewon was in the shower and getting ready for bed. As she sang some of her favorite tunes, you and Jaehyun sat on the sofa in the living room listening to the beautiful girl sing her heart out through the walls.

The sound of her voice made the two of you laugh as you peered out onto the patio which overlooked the ocean, the moon, and the stars.

“You are so amazing,” he complimented.

You laughed and replied, “I know. You don’t have to tell me.”

Playfully, he hit your thigh as you yelped and latched onto his arm, refraining him from doing it again. “I was joking, I'm sorry!” You shouted in mercy.

He just gave you the sweetest smile and carefully rubbed the stinging skin of your thigh of which he slapped. He hit you lightly, but it caught you off guard.

“I’m being serious, though. You’re so good with Haewon and she literally loves you to the moon and back. I’m really grateful you’re here with us…” he started. “Or else she and I would be a lost cause.”

You snicker and reply, “Of course Jae. Womanly instincts, I guess.” You laughed, “I’ll always be here for you and Haewon. Always have been.” You looked over to the man who was sitting to your left.

With each second, the two of you inched closer and closer. Lips begin to magnet toward each other until the bathroom door is opened and Haewon’s footsteps echo in the open concept house.

“Are you guys watching a movie without me?!” Exclaimed Haewon. She squeezed herself in between the two of you, passing the towel to her father and grabbed the remote from the table.

Willingly, Jaehyun took the towel in his hands and started to help dry his daughter's wet hair while you took the remote from Haewon’s hand and turned on the TV for her, putting on ‘The Little Mermaid.’ It was fitting to show that movie considering where the three of you were at that moment.

After the scene where Ariel goes up to the surface to talk to her seagull friend, Scuttle, Jaehyun lets you shower first.

Once you finished your shower, it was now Jaehyun’s turn to wash up and it was your turn to watch the movie with Haewon. With your hair up in a towel to help dry it faster, you cuddle with Haewon on the couch. She was so close to calling it a night and so were you.

When Jaehyun is finished with his shower, and is also rubbing his towel in his hair, he finds the two of his princesses on the couch, knocked out cold. He endearingly smiled before picking up Haewon and carefully placing her in one of the bedrooms she’s been staying in since you came to Jeju Island two days ago. Then, he walked back into the living room and tried to squeeze himself in between your arms where Haewon was previously laying.

With the sudden movement; as well as the dip in the sofa, you slowly stir awake to be met with the most handsome face you’ve ever seen in your life. Jaehyun smiles at this as you stretch your limbs and yawn, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders as he now rested against your chest.

“How long was I out for?” You asked.

“Hmm, maybe fifteen minutes? Cmon now, let’s get you to bed. We have a big day tomorrow,” he carried you to the master bedroom, ready to get a good night's rest.

He placed you down in bed and removed the towel from your head. But for some reason he just couldn’t go to sleep. All he wanted to do was cherish the moments he had with Haewon and with you. Maybe this trip was what he needed.

As he took in as much as he could of you in the moonlight, he just couldn’t fathom the fact that he was head over heels with you. He couldn’t fathom the fact that Haewon seemed to like you more than him, her own father. But he wouldn’t have had it any other way, because if he was Haewon, he would like you more too. Or maybe he was biased. Maybe they were both biased. No wonder why Haewon was his child. She was an exact copy of him. From the little accent in the way she talks to the dimples that reside on either side of her cheeks as she smiles.

He didn’t want this moment to go away. He didn't want you to go away. Even though he knows you wouldn’t and couldn’t.

Before he was even aware of his feelings, they were always sort of there for you. In the tiniest of ways he cared, the feelings of love were always present within his heart. Especially for you. Haewon was his number one girl. But you were coming in hot— from the moment your eyes lit up whenever he brought up his daughter.

He was already this deep and he didn’t know what he would do without you. He didn't know what Haewon would do without you. Although he and Haewon already had a close relationship as it is, he felt as though you were the glue to the father-daughter relationship he had with her. He was completely and utterly thankful that you stumbled upon his life because you truly were the best fit for his family. His heart wrenched at the thought of growing old and having a family with you, even if it was too early to have those thoughts.

As he watched you twitch your eyebrows in your sleep, he knew that he was down-bad. Nothing would ever stop the overflowing amount of emotions that filled his heart when even just a picture of you with Haewon flashed in his mind.

Nothing would ever stop him from loving you wholeheartedly.

°•. ✿ .•°

Oh, darlin', even waves can't wash away

Our names in the sand, never could, never can

It had been a few days since the overwhelming thoughts he had of you. Overwhelming not in a bad way, but overwhelming in the best way.

The plan was to go to the beach (which was just a walking distance from the back patio door.) It was a little too late though. In the middle of Haewon writing her name, her dad’s name— aka dad— and your name, thunder rumbled through the sky and you and Jaehyun knew that it was time to return back into the house soon.

It was only a matter of time before the rain started pouring on the three of you. Rushing to go inside, Haewon whined and threw the tiniest tantrum. She wanted to be out in the rain, playing in the sand.

“Haewonnie, if you want to go outside you can. But you’re going to get sick and as of right now, we can’t afford that. Would you really want to get sick when your dad planned for us a special vacation for a month?” You tried to reason with her.

And understanding your reasoning, Haewon agreed with you and apologized for whining, “I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to. I know you want me to be safe.”

You smiled at her and patted down her hair before saying, “Don’t just apologize to me, baby. Apologize to your daddy too. He deserves it more than me right now, okay?”

You were kneeling down to be the same size as her and Jaehyun watched the interaction with you and Haewon go down. He watched with his arms crossed and his dimples pressing hard into his face. He was so in love with you. Although you weren’t a mother and didn’t know the struggles of motherhood (let alone being pregnant), you were the greatest female figure he wanted Haewon to have.

His daughter rubbed her eyes as he knelt down in the same position as you did. He took her small face in his hands and helped her wipe whatever was on her face off of it, softly smiling at the human being he created.

“I’m sorry daddy. I didn’t mean to get upset with you and Y/N. I know you did a lot to plan this trip for us,” she sniffled, the emotions getting to her heart, almost sad that her dad could be upset at her for whining earlier despite the utterly angelic smile on his face as she apologized to him.

He patted her hair down as well, with his right hand as he kept his left hand on her face, rubbing her cheek.

“It’s okay, baby. I know you want to be outside but it’s a little too dangerous. For now we can stay inside and watch movies, okay?” He said in the softest voice. His heart melted at the sight of his daughter.

“Okay. I’m sorry.” She said one last time before Jaehyun kissed her on her forehead and picked her up to sit on the kitchen island, you following right behind, your heart softening at the duo.

“It’s okay, my love. You can stop apologizing now, yeah? Y/N and I appreciate your apology, don’t we?” He looked over his shoulder to see you, reaching out his arm for you to grab. You walked closer to the pair and Jaehyun wrapped his arm around your waist, looking at you lovingly as you talked to his child.

“Of course I do, my love,” you pushed a piece of hair out of her face. “Now, let’s cook up some dinner shall we? I bet you’re hungry.”

Jaehyun wiped the tear that fell from her eye as he smiled fondly at Haewon.

“Don’t cry, baby. Why are you crying, my love?” The pitch in his voice, slightly higher than before.

Instead of answering him, she let go of the sobs she had been holding in. The scene made you pout unconsciously. She was just too cute to handle. And Jaehyun was such a good father.

Picking her up again, Jaehyun carried her in his arms as she sobbed into his shoulder while he rubbed her back up and down. Just watching the whole thing made you want to cry. They were both so gentle toward each other it made your legs weak.

Haewon sobbed some more as Jaehyun cupped the back of her head with his left hand. He mouthed ‘let’s go to the room’ to you, assuming to help him calm her down. You nodded and followed him to Haewon’s room for the time being.

He sat down on the bed with his back resting against the headboard, you following him and doing the same. You sat on his left, the same side where Haewon was hiding.

Carefully, Jaehyun detached his daughter from his shoulder as he made her look into his eyes. Her nose was red and her eyes were slightly puffy. He looked at her with the softest eyes you had ever seen as he rested both of his hands on her face, continuing to wipe the tears that stained her chubby cheeks.

“I love you okay?” He said, kissing her forehead once more. “Y/N loves you too. We’re not mad at you, baby. I want you to know that. I don’t want you crying anymore.” He pushed her messy hair away from her face and behind her ears.

The little girl nodded, still hiccuping from the sobs. “I love you too, daddy. I’ll stop crying now. I’m a big girl.”

The father ‘awh’s’ at his child before wrapping his arms around her once more and playfully rocking her back and forth in his arms, making her giggle loud enough for you to hear.

“My poor baby.” He lets his left arm go free as he wraps it around your body, pulling you closer to him. You lean onto his left shoulder as Haewon still hides her face in the middle of his chest.

His two babies.

—

Soon enough Haewon is out for a nap and you and Jaehyun are in the living room with the TV quietly playing Lilo and Stitch. It was Haewon’s favorite Disney movie. It was yours as well. So, naturally, Jaehyun had to live with it constantly on replay but for his girls he would do anything. The meaning behind the movie was beautiful as well, it reminded him of his family, and how important it was to him.

Turning his head from the TV to you, he embraced you in his grasp with his head resting between your chin and shoulder. Slowly and softly he kisses your neck, not in a sexual way at all. Just in a ‘I’m grateful to have you’ kind of way.

“Thank you so much for being there for Haewon. And being a role model for her to look up to,” he breathed out, showing his face to you again.

You played with the hair at the back of his neck, slightly laughing, “You don’t have to thank me. You know I’d be here for Haewon. And that I care for her as if she was my own. You know that I care about you too. So, so much. You’re an amazing partner but you’re an even more amazing father.”

Jaehyun kissed you on the forehead, “Should we just order takeout for dinner then?”

“Of course we can. Order something Haewon is able to eat,” you remind him. Last time he ordered food and Haewon didn’t eat any of it because she didn’t like it.

He laughed, “Yes, I know, love. Thank you.”

—

The three of you had dinner quite early. It was five p.m. and the rain had stopped for a while, so Jaehyun suggested eating outside on the patio and then Haewon could play in the sand again. Of course Haewon agreed to eat outside. She loved nature. She loved the beach. Especially out in the city, there aren’t many beaches to resort to, so she loved staying in Jeju.

When she was finished with her food she went back to the sand where she was previously playing before the storm had started. Although it was a harsh storm, it was a fairly quick one that went away in twenty minutes.

“Look! Our names are still in the sand!” She pointed out with the stick in her hand. “Dad! Y/N! Come look!” And she was right.

It was weird to see that after a bad storm, the imprints of your names were still in the sand.

Subconsciously, Jaehyun smiled. It seemed as if the beach, or rather the storm, knew that nothing could ever wash away the way he feels about the people he surrounded himself the most with.

°•. ✿ .•°

Oh, darlin', there's no word that can describe

The way that I feel, tonight

The Jeju trip that Jaehyun had planned was soon coming to an end and for tonight he planned a small cookout in the back of the airbnb. He made you and Haewon stay home while he went out and bought all of the necessities he needed for the barbecue. He wanted to surprise you both with the cookout but he also bought some sparklers and glow sticks for when the dark cascaded the sky. Jaehyun had also bought some film for the polaroid he brought on the trip (all the film he brought was done by the time seven days passed.)

By the time he got back, the sun was slowly starting to set. You and Haewon helped him carry the groceries as he got the grill ready.

“Dad! You bought sparklers?!” Said Haewon full of excitement. He knew she would love the sparklers. When he saw them in the store, he immediately thought of his daughter so he just had to buy them.

“I did, my love. We can light them up later, when it gets darker,” he replied to her, seasoning all of the meat in the bowl.

The little girl just nodded enthusiastically as she went to play in the sand not far from where you were sitting. You could never get enough of this little family.

You watched Haewon as she made continuous sand castles, with a smile etched on your face. Jaehyun noticed and it made him smile.

“You love her so much, don’t you?” He interrupted the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

You laughed and looked over to him cooking the meat.

“I do. She’s such a beautiful and intelligent little girl. You raised her so well, Jae. I’m so proud of you.” His eyes appeared doe-like. Like all the universes that could fit in his eyes, were for you and his daughter.

Sure, he’s been told that he raised her well and that people are proud of him for raising a baby girl as a single father, but it just sounds and feels so incredibly different when those words escape your lips. He was so infatuated with you it almost hurt.

“I love you so much,” he let out. It made you smile even more.

“I love you too, you dork.” He laughed at the joke you made. He was a dork. But he was your dork. God, that was such a dorky thing to say.

—

“Okay! Food is ready. Girls come eat!” He called out to where you and Haewon were near the water. She said she was getting hot and wanted to play in the ocean. With the approval her father gave, you followed her to the water as she played and splashed all she wanted.

Jaehyun grabbed a towel for you and Haewon as he finished setting the table, grabbing a lighter from inside so that the sparklers would be ready to go. And grabbing the camera he had already refilled with the film.

It was now a bit darker than it had been before, so it was a bit chillier compared to when Jaehyun first started grilling. Haewon was a bit cold and the shivering just proved that she was ready to call the beach day a success.

“Come here, my love. Are you cold?” He reached out his arm toward Haewon, wanting her to sit on his lap to try and warm her up as she ate.

The little girl nodded and waddled to her father before climbing into his lap and sinking into the warmth he gave off. Jaehyun would do anything for her.

“Make sure to eat it all, baby. You want to have enough energy to play tomorrow, right? It is our last day here tomorrow,” he informed her.

“I will dad, don’t worry. Y/N, make sure you eat a lot too, okay! We can play together on the beach again tomorrow before we leave!” She looked at you with her cheeks stuffed with meat, rice, and a bit of veggies.

You covered your mouth as you laughed at the words the little girl said. “Of course I will. I will eat this any day if that means I get to play with you!”

Haewon just laughed, digging her baby chopsticks in the rice to put in her mouth.

The rest of dinner was filled with just talking between the father and daughter pair. You just sat across from them, smiling ever so lightly at the relationship that they had, not wanting to ruin the moment you would for sure keep in your mind as a memory forever.

This time, you were the one to chuckle at the pair before they laid their eyes on you, hearing the sound that escaped your mouth.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Haewon asked ever so gently, leaning back against her dad’s chest. Jaehyun looked up as well, the look of pure love coated over his features.

“Nothings wrong, baby. You two just look irresistible together. Here, let me take a picture of you two. For the memories.” You grabbed the polaroid on the side table and motioned for them to smile as you took the photo.

The picture was perfect. Both Jeong’s smiled brightly as they showcased the dimples that they shared on their cheeks. They were the cutest things to ever exist.

After the polaroid had some time to set, you showed the picture to Haewon as she giggled and showed the picture to her dad. He took the polaroid from her hands as he admired it. His daughter was the most beautiful little thing.

“Dad, we look so cute!” She squealed, taking the picture again, not getting enough of her and her father.

“We do, angel. You’re the cutest thing on planet Earth,” he squeezed her against him, afraid this moment was only a part of his dreams and he was going to wake up with no you and no Haewon.

“Daddy!” She said as he laughed and blew raspberries into her neck and tickled her.

Quickly, you took out the camera again and snapped another picture. A candid. They were always the best kinds of pictures.

With the sound from the camera, as well as the flash that covered them, they stopped what they were doing and looked over to you. You took the polaroid out from the camera and waited for it to dry.

“I’m gonna keep this one.” You said. Jaehyun’s smile widened as Haewon begged to at least see the picture once it’s completed setting.

Haewon was laughing at the candid picture you took of them and showed it off to her dad once more. He was happy— beyond happy— to have someone by his side to witness the amount of love he carried for the child.

“Okay, my two girls, let’s get the sparklers going and call it a night!”

Haewon cheered, climbing out of her dad's lap to the chair where he set down the sparklers in the first place. You followed her as Jaehyun grabbed the lighter. She was so excited to light them, but being the good girl that she was, waited for the ‘okay’ from either her father or you.

As she stood by the chair, her vision only focused on the box of sparklers, you grabbed it and opened it for her, taking one out and putting it in her hand.

Jaehyun carefully put the fire from the lighter on the sparkler stick. “Be careful, my love. I don’t want you to get burned.”

“I’m okay, dad,” she replied.

You got two out for you and Jaehyun as he lit up his daughter's sparkler. He took one from your hand and lit yours before he lit his. All three of you were playing with the explosion of light as the stars now covered the sky. Haewon screamed and cheered, the sparklers and her family giving her the extra serotonin boost.

Haewon’s went out first, but she waited until yours and Jaehyun’s went out before she asked her dad to light up another one. He knew what she wanted and lit hers up before lighting you another one.

Quickly, as you and Haewon were playing and writing names with the sparklers, he caught a picture of you two on the polaroid. Haewon laughed the most boisterous laugh as she waved the stick in the air. He was so glad she was having such a great time.

“Okay one more and we gotta go inside and all shower,” he informed. His daughter nodded her head as you got out another stick for her.

This time, though, you were on your knees next to her, admiring the pretty sparks the sparklers created. Haewon was beyond jovial with her life right now and the second picture that Jaehyun took proved that. Another candid.

He took the picture out and smiled at it, even though it hadn’t set yet.

“I’m keeping this one.”

But, he actually lit up one more for Haewon and you, the girl claiming she wanted a picture of you and her with the sparklers as well. When the picture came out, and the fire went out, she took the picture out of Jaehyun’s hand.

“Thank you daddy! We look so pretty in this, look Y/N!” She showed you.

God, the amount of things Jaehyun wanted to say just by looking at the two of you was absurd. But he wouldn’t even have the words to help him comprehend what he wanted to say. He stayed quiet as he watched his two girls, but his mind was going in directions he couldn’t even fathom.

Love was too vague of a word to describe the feeling that overtook him that night.

°•. ✿ .•°

Oh, darlin', I would walk that broken road

Time and time again if it led me to your hello

It was the following morning and the three of you woke up bright and early to enjoy a couple hours by the beach and then off to the airport to go back to the hustle and bustle of the city.

You were cutting up some leftover fruit from the fridge as the two Jeong’s played on the beach. You could hear their laughter from the kitchen and you subconsciously smiled, their laughter was your favorite sound.

You finished cutting up the fruit and took the bowl outside, not forgetting to put the little fruit forks in the bowl for the three of you. As they saw you walking outside with the bowl, the two of them ran toward you, seeing who could get to you first. Haewon won, and Jaehyun was pouty.

“I won! I won! I’m Y/N’s favorite!” She repeated to her father, taking the fork with a piece of watermelon and placing it in her mouth.

Jaehyun slumped in the chair, pouting. He also took a fork from the bowl and picked up a strawberry.

“No, fair baby. You cheated. Plus I’m Y/N’s favorite. Everyone knows that,” he sneakily messes with her. He knows the ways to get her upset. They just constantly fight over you.

They fought again. Betting to see which Jeong loved you more. Your heart swelled at the family.

“Okay enough you two! You’re both my favorite people ever! I can't choose,” you laughed, petting down Haewon’s hair.

“Yes you can, my love,” said Jaehyun to your left, picking up a fruit from the bowl and placing it in front of you, motioning you to eat it as he fed you.

His words made Haewon whine again. She will never back down from her father because, well, that’s her father.

“Choose me Y/N!” She exclaimed, raising her hand while jumping up and down.

“Okay, relax little thing! You’re my favo-” Jaehyun stopped you mid-sentence, acting as if you shot him through the heart.

“N-no… I’m….. h-h-her… f-fav-orite.”

Haewon laughs at her dad, apologizing to him that you chose her over him.

“It’s just the truth, dad. It’s okay to not be Y/N’s favorite,” she boasted.

Jaehyun was fully lying in the chair with his tongue stuck out. But then he got up and picked her up, spinning her around to get back at her. She screamed and laughed to her heart's content.

When it was time to finally leave, you and Jaehyun packed up the car as Haewon sat patiently waiting for you.

You put the last of your luggage in the trunk and closed the trunk door, ready to sit in the passenger side until Jaehyun stops you with his hand wrapped around your wrist.

You looked up at him to ask him what was the matter but all you could see in his eyes were the words ‘I adore you’ written all over them.

“What’s wrong, my love?” You asked as he unwrapped his gentle hold on your wrist.

“Thank you so much for this. I appreciate you more than you could ever know,” he reached up to rub his thumb against your right cheek.

“But why are you thanking me?” You laughed, “I love you too. More than words can ever express. But I think you need help.”

He smiled cheekily as he captured your lips with his. It was brief yet his lips lingered. It was soft yet held so much meaning.  

“Maybe I do,” he finished just as Haewon rolled down the window and asked what was taking the two of you so long.

—

As Jaehyun helped his two girls board the plane to go back home, he had so much time to think about his life and what it had become.

You and Haewon were immediately knocked out in the plane seat as Jaehyun stayed awake. Replaying his favorite moments from the trip to Jeju, horrified that it was actually over and he had to go back to reality.

But he realized that the trip to Jeju solidified his feelings towards you and nothing will ever change that. You were an amazing person to travel with, especially with his daughter by your side. You were slowly clouding his brain and now the only people he could ever think about were his daughter and you.

You were staying over at the Jeong's residence for the next couple of days as you slowly got back to your routines of work and school. Haewon was beyond eager for you to sleep over the house for a couple nights. She absolutely adored the way you read her bedtime stories and tucked her in. She told you not to tell her dad, but she said that you were so much better at wishing her a good night than her father. To which you laughed and agreed.

The flight back home only took a little over an hour but the three of you were entirely exhausted. Once Jaehyun opened the door to his home, all of the luggage was pushed to the side as you all took off your shoes and went into the bedroom.

Haewon said she wanted to sleep with the two of you so you let her sleep in between you and Jaehyun, although he says that Haewon is a wild sleeper and should sleep in her own bed. But he wasn’t complaining, he loved getting the cuddles from his daughter but hated the occasional kicks she would give him in places where the sun doesn't shine.

The three of you slept peacefully and soundly as the hours passed by.

Jaehyun was the first person to wake up. The sun was slowly setting but the golden light that shone through the room painted yours and Haewon’s faces so perfectly. And, he could never get over it, but he thanked all of his lucky stars for granting him someone like you.

He hated that you had to see him when he was dating around and he hated coming home with a broken heart. But everything happens for a reason and maybe him going on those dates were the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Because if he didn’t go on those dates, who knows where he would be, romantically, right now.

Right now, all he wants to do is cherish every little thing in his life. He wanted to cherish you and most importantly, he wanted to cherish Haewon. Especially since she never had the mother she deserved. But he’s so immensely grateful that she has you, who was one thousand times better than her biological mother.

Though his journey was incredibly tough, he would do it again a million times if it meant that he would still find you. If it meant that his heart longed for yours. If it meant that it led him to your hello.

°•. ✿ .•°

You are my everything, I'd give up everything

The Jeong's residence was lacking in the food department, Jaehyun found out the following morning. Haewon was still groggy but she was even more groggy since she was hungry. She was hangry but there was absolutely no good food left in the fridge or pantry. Which led to a full grocery trip with the three of you.

Jaehyun had put her in the stroller to sit in while the two of you went grocery shopping. At first, Jaehyun was strolling her but she was getting antsy and begged her father for you to stroll her instead. And all went well for a little while until she started whining some more, claiming she wanted some sweets. Jaehyun had enough of her whining and carried her in his arms.

“Dad!! I want candy!” She complained as you passed the candy section.

He holds the back of her head as he mumbles against the crown of her head, “Stop whining right now. We’ll get you candy soon but if you’re a bad girl then you won’t get any candy.”

Haewon was incredibly hangry and her fathers words only worsened her mood. She cried even louder and squirmed in her dad's arms.

You looked behind you as you stopped strolling the cart, slightly laughing at the man and his daughter. He locked his gaze with you and sighed, not getting Haewon to stay still for the next thirty minutes. You opened your arms and he passed his daughter over to you.

This time, Jaehyun was the one in front of you while strolling the cart and you were holding the agitated Haewon in your arms.

“Y/N, I want candy,” she held your cheeks in her hand, trying to give you the best puppy-dog eyes.

You laughed, “Little thing. If you’re going to yell at your daddy and cause a ruckus in the market your candy’s gonna have to wait. We just got back from Jeju, right?” She nodded.

“Okay, and you were a good girl in Jeju, right?” She nodded once again.

“So you need to cooperate with your dad and with me. We’ll get you fed and we’ll get you your candy but you have to respect our grocery trips, okay? We’re all hangry right now.”

Jaehyun smiled in front of you, listening to the conversation you were having with his daughter. God, you were so good with her and she understood you as much as you understood her. He lacked in the motherly department but he was so incredibly content to have you by his side when Haewon was acting like this.

Haewon was quiet for a minute. Then she pursed her lips and sighed, “Okay, Y/N. I’m sorry I’m acting like this.” Jaehyun stopped in front of the produce section, pretending to look at which veggies looked the best to consume, when in reality he was still peeping on your little conversation with his daughter with a big smile on his face.

“Tell your dad that, too, my love. He doesn’t want you to disrupt others either. He just wants to do what’s best for you,” you kissed her cheek.

With that, Haewon turned around and called out to her father.

“Dad!” He turned around, the biggest smile still on his face, “I’m sorry I was disrupting you and Y/N, earlier. I’m just reaaalllyyy hungry. And I want something sweet to eat.”

He walked closer to the two of you. You were still holding her in your arms as she reached out to hug her dad. He also kissed her on the cheek, grateful that she understands the situation and glad that she learned from you.

“It’s okay, baby. I know we’re a little jet-lagged right now and we still want to be in Jeju, but I just want you to understand that we sympathize with you and that you don’t have to be angry,” he kissed her forehead this time.

“And thank you for voicing out your feelings. We’ll get you your food and candy soon, alright?” He patted down the fly-away hairs on her head. His daughter nodded and apologized once more.

Once he was done being focused on making sure Haewon was okay, he looked up and he saw the one person he didn’t ever want to see, standing behind you. Watching the whole thing.

He didn’t know how long she was standing and watching and he didn’t know if she even heard anything that they were saying. Hell, he didn’t know if it was really her but it damn-well looked like it.

He stared at her for a moment, neither of their eyes wavering until he leaned down and cupped your chin within his fingers to place the most delicate kiss to your lips. It’s been so long. And he wanted to finally show her that he was happier without her.

—

When you arrived home thirty minutes later, you and Jaehyun were putting the groceries away as Haewon was sitting in the living room watching TV and playing with her toys.

“Baby,” you called out to him. He hummed in response, trying to fit the ice cream in the freezer.

“What was that earlier?” You asked, getting up from your knees and tying the bag in a knot to put in the cupboard.

“Mh, what was what?” He closed the freezer door and also got up from his knees, now looking at you, opening the cupboard door and throwing the empty bag.

“The kiss earlier? I mean I know Haewon was upset and all but you didn’t have to kiss me. Especially like that in the grocery store. Plus you looked different,” you cringed at the mere thought of it, not wanting to be those kinds of couples in public.

Why did you have to know him so well? And why did you have to bring it up so soon? He was planning to tell you before you both went to sleep but now was the perfect time, he guessed.

“I saw Jiwoo earlier in the produce aisle. She was watching us,” he rubbed his hands against his face. Even just the thought of his baby-mama got him ticked off.

“Jiwoo? As in, Haewon’s mother, Jiwoo?” You were dumbfounded. After all this time, you had never seen her despite Jaehyun confirming she had never moved out of the city. Seven years passed by and neither had Jaehyun seen her in public. But he was honestly glad that she saw him with you and their daughter.

He snickered, “Yeah. Haewon’s mother, Park Jiwoo.”

The kitchen was dead silent for a moment before Jaehyun broke it, “Just wanted her to see what my life has become. I want to rub in her face that our child is happier than ever, living the best life, and that I’m dating the most phenomenal person ever. And just to show her that I am so fucking happy to be here right now.”

He walked closer to you and caged his arms around your figure, lifting one of his arms to push your hair out of your face.

You chuckled, he was being a little immature for doing that but you were still happy, nonetheless.

“I’m happy too. So fucking happy that I have you and I have Haewon by my side,” you leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips. But as you were about to pull away, he still held you close and locked his lips with yours once more. The two of you were locking lips for a hot minute until you heard small feet padding against the hardwood floors.

“Is it time to eat yet?”

—

You and Jaehyun cooked up a simple meal for dinner since everyone was beyond starving. But just as he was done eating, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He wiped his hands and checked to see the notification that popped up. It was an Instagram DM from, you guessed it, Park Jiwoo.

He placed his phone down before finishing up his meal and helped you clean the dishes and table and put away the leftovers in the fridge.

Twenty minutes had passed from dinner time and Haewon was fast asleep on the carpet in the living room. Her tummy was on display as her hair was all over the place. Quickly, you took a picture of her. She was too adorable.

Jaehyun was laying on the couch, watching whatever was playing on the TV— Pororo— while not actually watching it. The text message from his baby-mama, still on his mind and left a sour taste in his mouth.

“C’mere,” he said with open arms but a pout painted onto his face.

You placed your phone on the coffee table and returned his open arms while falling on his chest, your head now resting on his shoulder.

“I need to tell you something.”

His voice was serious and it made you immediately whip your head back up from his shoulder. There was definitely something that was bothering him from the tension in the room.

You looked at him with wide eyes, motioning him to continue to tell you what was wrong. He sighed and grabbed his phone from the table and opened up the social media app that has direct messages. He pulled it up and showed you the text message sent from his ex just a half-hour prior.

“‘Hey I see you’re happier now’?” You read her message aloud with a questioning tone.

You could tell on his face that he was pissed that she wanted to be in his life now. To be fair, she looked so much happier than when she did seven, eight, even nine, years ago and he was glad that she was in a better place now. But she was absolutely correct in the fact that he was completely happier.

“What’s wrong, my love? Why are you so quiet?” You asked him, flicking away the hairs covering his forehead.

He sighed again, “I don’t know. Seeing her earlier just made me angry and her going out of her way to find my Instagram and DM me is inappropriate, in my opinion. I just don’t want her to meddle with my life more than she already had eight years ago. Even though I obviously love my daughter more than anything.”

He stopped for a moment, looking into your beautiful eyes, seemingly searching for a way out of the predicament.

“And I don’t want you to feel anything about her or about me because… well, you mean everything to me. And you clearly mean everything to Haewon. I just don’t want her to come into my life at all and fuck up yours as well. Of course I’m happy she’s gotten help, but she doesn’t need to come back into my life anymore. Not that I have you. Not saying that if we weren’t together I would go back— I’ve grown more mature than that— but..” he trailed off. “I don’t know. I don’t want you to think anything of it and I don’t want it to fuck up Haeown’s life either. Because leaving Jiwoo and having full custody of my daughter was the best thing to do.”

But the small interaction made him just overthink about everything. And he didn’t deserve that. Even if Haewon’s mother wanted to reach out to him sooner, he still wouldn’t know what he would do. But he wanted the best for Haewon so maybe he would have gotten back together with her for the better future of their daughter. But it just didn’t work out that way. And he’s beyond happy that his life turned out the way it did.

You endearingly smiled at the person you’d grown to love over the years, both platonically and romantically.

“I’m not worried, my love. Everything happens for a reason, right? You don’t have to be worried about anything because she’s been out of your life for so many years. Haewon doesn’t seem to mind either. And I love you both so much,” you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him as he nestled his way into your frame, hiding his face in your hair and inhaling your calming scent.

You and Haewon were Jaehyun’s everything. Jiwoo was not going to fuck up his life any more than she already had. She had already proved to him that she was not a good mother and nothing would ever change his mind.

For you and for his daughter, he’d give up everything.

°•. ✿ .•°

Show me the darkest parts of your heart, I ain't gonna run

After the month-long trip to Jeju Island, you and Jaehyun had slowly started getting back to your routines of work and Haewon was getting back to her routine of school. She was in the second grade but at every chance she got, always complained about school to you.

Tonight (and for the rest of the week), the Jeong’s had decided to sleep over your place and to say you liked it was an understatement. You absolutely loved when the little family came to your apartment and treated it as if it were their own. Of course, Jaehyun had taught Haewon to be respectful of your place and to always pick up after herself but you loved when there would be traces of her toys in the spare bedroom (which was officially hers.)

Jaehyun had always begged for you to officially move in with him but because your relationship was fairly new, you wanted to keep that bit of your life to yourself. Which never clearly happened because you spend almost all of your time with the pair.

You had just gotten out of work and you were on your way to pick up Haewon from her elementary school. Jaehyun said that he was going to be working a few hours of overtime at work this week and asked if it would be okay for you to pick her up. You agreed, wanting to spend more personal time with her (as if you never babysat her when she was two.)

You got out of your car and walked toward the entrance of the school, waiting for the classes to be dismissed. But as you were waiting, you saw that one person again. Park Jiwoo.

She seemed to be waiting for a child as well. Hers or not, she was never important in Haewon’s life so it didn’t really matter.

Soon enough, dismissal announcements were made but the kindergarteners and preschoolers were dismissed first. A small child who was no older than six but no younger than three came to hold Park Jiwoo’s hand.

“Mommy!” The little boy exclaimed and took his mothers hand.

The two walked by you, and you know damn-well she saw you with the smug smirk on her face as she held her chin up. She surely was confident for someone who had a baby girl eight years ago and wanted nothing to do with her. Even now, it doesn’t seem like she wants anything to do with Haewon. But all the power to her, she was an adult and she could do as she pleased, whether with good or bad intentions.

You continued to wait for Haewon with a sour taste on your tongue. Seeing Park Jiwoo the one time you picked up Haewon (when you had never seen her before), had your mind in a twist. And just as Haewon reached you, you felt a vibration from your phone in the pocket of your pants. You took it out just to make sure it was Jaehyun, not wanting to miss anything that he could possibly text you. But as you read the Instagram DM notification, your stomach dropped. How had Jaehyun not ever seen his ex since she enrolled her child in the same elementary school as their daughter? You didn’t want to doubt Jaehyun at all, you opened yourself up to him for so many years and to find out if he was lying to you for however long, made your heart drop to your ass. But you gave both of them the benefit of the doubt. Why was she acting so immature when she had two children, one of which she didn’t have custody of?

Haewon smiled her bright smile as she greeted you, “Y/N! You’re picking me up?”

Swiftly, you put your phone back in your pocket and smiled at her (maybe a little too fake but you didn’t want her to see the worry on your face because she would for sure know what was wrong and ask if you were okay. Which you didn’t want.)

“I’m picking you up for the rest of the week, my love,” you placed your hand on the back of her head to guide her to your car.

She told you all about her day at school from the moment her attendance was taken, to their snack break, to dismissal. And though you didn’t mean to zone out on her, all you could think about was the text messages. She sent you one just as Haewon was getting out of her classroom, but she also sent two more on the ride home to your apartment. You did not have a good feeling about any of it.

Once you arrived home and opened the door for Haewon, she immediately ran to the living room and got out her homework. She liked to get her schoolwork done before having fun and playing with her toys or watching TV.

You cooked up lunch for the three of you as she finished doing her homework. As the food was just about ready, you sat at the kitchen island and took out your phone, the irritating name of ‘Park Jiwoo’ still on the lock screen of your phone.

‘hey girly’

‘i see you were picking up haewonie?’

‘can you tell her i said hello?’

Were the three messages she had sent you. You looked at it with disgust on your face. You were trapped in a trance until Haewon called out.

“Y/N? I finished my homework. Is lunch ready yet?” She walked toward you after placing her backpack on the side of the couch.

You looked up and smiled at her. You felt sorry that she never had the mother that she deserved. But what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her and right now, she’s enjoying her life with you and her father more than ever. That’s all you really wanted for her.

Quickly, you ran to the stove and shut it off, “It is, baby. Can you get the plates and forks for us? Not your dad. He’s gonna be home late at night so we probably won’t be able to eat with him this week.”

“Why is dad working so late Y/N? I wanna see him so badly!” She playfully whined as she opened the bottom cabinet and took out two plates, both one at a time.

You laughed at her. She would never stay quiet about him, “I don’t know, Wonie. I wanna see him too but we both have to wait for a few days. Besides, you’ll see him in the morning.” You placed the dishes on the table and grabbed Haewon’s plate to fill it with some food and rice.

She dug in with her chopsticks before saying with a full mouth, “I know but it’s not enough. Sometimes I miss him a lot.”

You don’t know why or how the conversation with Haewon got so sentimental but for some reason you felt a bit upset too.

You sighed and placed a ball of rice in your mouth, “Sometimes I miss him too, love.”

The rest of dinner went by slowly and quietly, the first time to ever happen to the two of you.

—

Jaehyun came home at around nine thirty and Haewon was fast asleep. She had been since almost nine and the second-half of the Monday was dragging into the night, going by so slowly.

You had just gotten out of the shower and you were currently drying your hair when Jaehyun stepped into the room. He heard you showering when he opened up the apartment door and it was unusually quiet. Haewon would still be, at least, awake in bed when he would work overtime. But this Monday was silent, besides the running of water from your shower.

And just to make sure everything was okay, Jaehyun walked into Haewon’s room and checked up on her, pressing the back of his hand to her cheek and forehead gently to make sure she wasn’t feeling sick. But she was completely fine, snoring all the while. So what was going on?

When he was met with you, the towel was in your hand trying to rub as much water out of your hair as possible. He softly smiled, the yellow tint from the lamp hitting the angles of your face just perfectly. But he knew something was up from the moment he opened the door. The TV was shut, Haewon was fast asleep, the candles were lit, and the sullen expression was clear on your face.

Gently, Jaehyun trapped your chin between his fingers and kissed you in a greeting.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He placed his forehead against yours.

You sympathetically smiled and looked up at him, leaning away from his touch, “Nothing, why?”

“You seem down. Everything in this house seems to be in their blues. Is everything okay?” He asked once more.

You didn’t want to lie to him about what happened earlier. And you’re sure you would eventually tell him, but the words didn’t want to come out of your mouth apparently.

You lifted your arm and rubbed your thumb against his cheek, “I’m fine, baby. Don’t worry about me.”

He playfully squinted his eyes at you (in hopes you would tell him what’s up) as you laughed at him and pushed him away. You had to make it seem like you and everything else in this house was okay. You turned him around toward the bathroom and told him to go shower. He complied, still wondering what was up and why you were being so distant. But he didn’t want to pressure you. You’d open up to him soon, he just has to be patient.

But sometimes he was too patient and you cursed at yourself for being selfish at times where you needed to cooperate with him and open up your vulnerabilities and insecurities. Why did you have to get like this? This week was not supposed to look like this at all. And it was only Monday, for God Sake.

When Jaehyun got out of the shower and walked back into your bedroom, he saw your figure already laying down yet your back was facing the door. Something was for sure bothering you and he wanted to know what was wrong with his baby. He wanted to know what was wrong with his other baby too. Both of his babies were not in a good mood at all and he just wanted to know why.

He climbed into bed and raked his hands across your cheek. You looked so peaceful. Contrary to the sullen expression that was hidden on your face twenty minutes ago. Quietly, Jaehyun wished you a good night.

Yet you couldn’t fall asleep. You wanted to toss and turn but you didn’t want to wake Jaehyun up. However, you couldn’t deal with the fidgeting and decided to grab a glass of water. You getting out of bed prompted Jaehyun to open his eyes and ask where you were going. It had only been ten minutes of shut-eye.

“ ‘M just gonna get some water, don’t worry,” you explained to him and tip-toed your way to the kitchen.

And Jaehyun didn’t think much of it until the room lit up with a notification from your phone. As much as Jaehyun didn’t want to snoop, he snooped. He turned to the light source and took your phone off of the nightstand. Just as he did, he saw the incoming texts from his baby-mama. Why was she texting you?

He read the messages from your lock screen and just as you had come in, he placed your phone back onto the nightstand. You couldn’t help but to question him.

“What were you doing on my phone, Jae?”

He sighed and scrunched his face, “Why didn’t you tell me, my love?”

You furrowed your brows before placing the glass of water on the coaster on your nightstand and sat in bed across from him.

“Tell you what?” You asked as he took your hands in his.

“That Park Jiwoo messaged you,” he said without hesitation.

Oh.

You were quiet for a second, trying to find an answer and trying to not let a tear run down your face.

“I just..” you started, “I didn’t want you to worry… I don’t know….It’s- I’m sorry.”

He looked up at your flushed face and held your face in the palms of his hands urgently, “No, no! Don’t apologize, my love. Why are you apologizing? There’s nothing to be sorry about. I’m sorry I made it seem like that. I just wanted to know why. And I want to know if that’s making you feel like this.”

You released your face from his hands as you wiped a tear that unfortunately fell from your cheek. Before you could continue wiping your tears, Jaehyun cupped your face again and wiped the tears with his thumb instead, “Take your time, angel.”

“I just saw her today. Picking up Haewon. She was picking up her son, I assume. He’s in kindergarten…. And I,” you paused. “I- I didn’t want it- her- to affect me because I know you don’t want it to affect me but… it just affected me a lot. And then she messaged me right as Haewon got out of her classroom and then texted me on the way home… And I guess just right now. But I…” you trailed off.

“Hey, hey, hey,” said your lover. “You don’t have to worry about that alright? I can block her from your social media but don’t worry about her right now, okay? Is that why Haewon’s upset too?”

You wanted to cry even harder, not liking the fact that he caught on to Haewon as well.

“No…! No. It was all me. I just… I let it affect me too much I guess and was kinda standoffish with her this afternoon. I didn’t want it to be like that and that’s so incredibly immature of me to do but,” he held your hand, “I don’t know. I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry. And I’m sorry you have to deal with all of this after work.”

Jaehyun never wanted to see you this upset, especially if it was caused by his immature ex-girlfriend.

“Look at me, Y/N.” You looked up at him with red eyes. “Don’t ever apologize about that, okay? I know we just saw her and it was too soon and too much of a coincidence for you to see her today but don’t let her eat your brain. She’s gonna manipulate you and I don’t want that for you or for my daughter. You’re okay, yeah? I’m not angry or upset. If anything I’m pissed with her but you did nothing wrong.. I know you, and I know you wouldn’t purposefully react this way.”

You let out some more tears. Sometimes you don’t understand why Jaehyun stayed when he already had a seven, almost eight, year old daughter. Sometimes you felt too immature to handle situations like these and felt like you were shunning out his daughter. But Jaehyun’s been by your side long enough to know your intentions. And he knows you hadn’t put Haewon through anything. He knew you still prioritized her when you were feeling down. He knew that when you were feeling down you were unusually quiet and he guessed it rubbed off onto Haewon. But he doesn’t blame you at all. He could never. And yet you still don’t know why he thinks the best of you.

You cried out your lungs, your brain not knowing any other way to react than to let it out. He held you close, your head in his neck, wetting his skin and the fabric of his shirt with your tears.

“It’s okay, baby. Let it out. Thank you for telling me your feelings,” he rubbed your back, kissing the crown of your head.

“I’m so sorry,” you muffled into him as your sobbing died down.

You soon fell fast asleep in his arms. He laid the two of you down onto the bed when he felt your breathing even out.

As he observed every crevice on your face, from the puffy aftermath of your eyes to the swell of your lips, Jaehyun thought you were utterly ethereal. He knew why you didn’t tell him at first. But he wanted you to know that he wasn’t going to run away when you opened up to him. He knew you could get insecure but he loved how raw it could feel. How raw it does feel. It just hurts him too much to see you hurting. Neither does he want his daughter to hurt because of something that happened in the past.

Some people live and learn and others don’t. You have lived and learned, and that’s all that matters

when you’re open enough to express your feelings to him. He knows he will stay put and never leave.

—

Letting out the overwhelming feelings to Jaehyun the night before called for a good night's rest. Knowing that Jaehyun was by your side and that he always would be (even when you were in the darkest place), made you feel safe.

Waking up before anyone’s alarm, you looked over at Jaehyun to see him with a pout on his face and his arms still wrapped around your waist. You thanked him, mentally, for last night and the shenanigans your mind had put you through and carefully got out of bed. You wanted to make breakfast to start off the day right.

With the pitter-patter of the dishes clanging in the kitchen, Haewon awoke with a major bed head while rubbing her eyes.

“Y/N?” She asked which prompted you to slightly jump, not hearing her walk her way into the kitchen at all.

“Yes, my love? You scared me!” You turned off the stove and turned to her.

She drowsily laughed and rubbed her eyes again, “What are you doing?”

“I’m making breakfast. Do you want to help? I’m almost done, though,” you kneeled down and patted down her bird's nest.

“No. Can I just watch you? I’m still tired,” she pouted and made her way to sit on the kitchen island.

You chuckled at the sight of her and answered, “Of course you can, my love. You can wake up your dad soon, though, okay?” She nodded and rested her head in the palms of her hands as she sleepily watched you check on the hash browns and sausages in the oven.

You set up plates and cups and juice on the table before you turned to Haewon (who was more awake than she was five minutes ago) to go and shake her dad awake for an early breakfast before work and school.

“Dad!” You could hear her screaming as she walked down the hall to the bedroom. Haewon jumped on the bed and climbed over to her father who’s back was facing the door.

“Daddy!” She whisper-shouted into his ear, “It’s time to eat! Y/N made us breakfast.”

Slowly, Jaehyun stirred awake and stretched some parts of his limbs before closing his eyes once more and drifting off to dreamland. Haewon felt him going back to sleep and held his face in her small hands, asking him to wake up so you could all eat fresh breakfast.

Playfully, Jaehyun stayed still, acting as if he was still fast asleep. She was still bugging him when all of a sudden he gets up and wraps his arm around her figure and quietly shouts, “No! It’s too early, lovely!”

Haewon screams out, laughing at her fathers behavior as you sit in the kitchen, waiting for the hash browns and sausages to finish cooking while listening to their daily antics. Sweetly, you smiled to yourself as you listened to their morning shrieks. A few minutes later, the Jeong’s walk out of your bedroom with their bed heads and ruffled clothes.

“Good morning,” Jaehyun greets with a kiss, not to mention his to-die-for morning voice.

You smiled back at him in a greet, silently still thinking about the fiasco that happened the night prior, thanking everything the world had blessed you.

Soon, the three of you enjoy breakfast together before Jaehyun leaves to get ready for work. Currently, his work schedule is 8:00 a.m. to 9:30 p.m. as he’s working overtime and you knew he would be tired for the rest of the week. Who wouldn’t? He was working fourteen hours yet not a peep came out of his mouth. He never complained about his schedule. That’s what made him all the more admirable.

Usually, he would get ready as Haewon would get ready and drop her off on his way to work and let you sleep in peace (though sometimes you felt selfish for sleeping in), but today and probably for the rest of the week, you were going to wake up early to drop off Haewon yourself so Jaehyun didn’t have to worry about her as much.

The three of you walk down to the garage where your cars are parked right next to each other. Jaehyun kneels down to match the height of his daughter before kissing her on the forehead, “Bye, my love. Have a good day at school today, okay?”

“Of course, daddy! Have a good day at work!” She goes on her tippie-toes to kiss her father back, wishing him a goodbye and good luck. He endearingly smiles back at her with the softest eyes as he gets up from his knees.

He then smiles at you and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, a habit you’ve noticed he’s been doing a lot more recently to not only you, but to Haewon as well.

“Have a good day, my love,” he whispers against your lips. “Don’t let, you know who, get to your head again, okay? If she does, just let me know.” He leans back and looks at you firmly, yet gently.

You locked eyes with him and slightly smiled to yourself, still a little embarrassed that you let Park Jiwoo get to your head the day before.

You nodded and said, “I will, thank you. I love you.”

He returned your love and unlocked his car and drove off as you situated yourself and Haewon in the car. You decided it wouldn’t hurt to be early to work for the rest of the week, your co-workers would love it and your boss would eat it up.

You drove to her school as she talked about her sleep and about the dream she happened to have the night before. You intently listened to her and gave her the appropriate reactions, actually paying attention to what she was saying. Jaehyun reassuring you last night really made a huge difference in your mood that morning.

Finally, you reached her school and as she got out of the car you reminded her that you were going to pick her up and told her to have a good day at school, no matter how much she disliked it at times.

—

The dismissal routine for Haewon’s elementary school stayed the same. You walked inside, waited with the parents as they called down the students one grade by another. Luckily, you didn’t see the dreaded Park Jiwoo which left the knot in your stomach to fall as you unconsciously sighed out.

This time, though, Haewon was one of the last students in her class to get dismissed, which made you concerned. Hopefully nothing happened.

You cheerfully greeted her as you asked her how her day was at school while you walked to the car. You buckled her in and off you were back to the safety and comfort of your apartment and Haewon’s second home. On the ride, though, you asked her why she came out of her classroom so late.

“It was nothing. I was helping my teacher clean some supplies. We did some arts and crafts earlier. It’s supposed to be a surprise, but I’m planning to make a photo booth for you, me, and daddy. But I already told you, so please keep it a secret from dad! I want him to be surprised,” she begged.

You looked at her through the rear view mirror as you already pictured her art project coming to life. You knew it was going to be so cute.

“Alright baby, I'll keep my mouth shut,” you laughed, “But I’ll get you some pictures to bring to school, yeah? We can find some before your dad comes home.” She clapped and noted that you had a good idea. Haewon talking about an art project that clearly means a lot to her warmed your heart, even when the days were getting colder as the months passed by.

You both got home and Haewon immediately asked if there were photo books that had pictures that weren’t too big but also weren’t too small. “Just right,” as Haewon said.

In the living room, you had always kept a photo book on the table or in the drawers in the coffee table that was sitting in the middle of the room. Sometimes, when you felt a little extra lonely, you would open up that specific photo book and reminisce on all of the memories the three of you created and shared together. It was as heartwarming as it was bittersweet. Heartwarming because looking back at all of the memories held a soft spot in your heart. Yet bittersweet because times were changing and you were all getting older and you may grow apart.

Looking through all of the photos made you want to cry. And you sniffled, the tears rimming your eyes. But your sniffling made Haewon look up at you with her doe eyes.

“Are you crying, Y/N?” She asked, no longer paying attention to the photos and would rather much pay attention to you at that moment.

You chuckled at her and smiled at her thoughtfulness and attentiveness, “I’m okay, my love. I just love looking at these pictures.”

She looked over your face once more and replied, “Me too! I miss when we had days like this. It was so fun!”

Near the end of the photo book, there were countless amounts of picture strips the three of you took both in the city and even in Jeju from the photo booths.

“Haewon, you can use these! We can just cut them up and they should be the perfect size. We’ll put them in an envelope and then hide them in your bag before daddy comes home, yeah?” You suggested just as her eyes lit up at your idea.

The two of you went to cut the pictures into their respective squares. You cut up one of the strips for her before preparing dinner for the two of you to eat fresh, and for Jaehyun to reheat and eat when he comes home.

Haewon has said it before and she’ll definitely say it again, she disliked when her father was at work so much that he wouldn’t even be home for dinner. You sympathized with her, completely knowing how she feels about her father coming home so late, eating late, and eating alone. Although, he never really eats alone because you’re always there to sit at the kitchen island and talk about your days so he isn’t lonely.

Later that night, though, Jaehyun comes home a few minutes earlier than he usually does. And by a few minutes you mean approximately forty-five. He surprises the two of you as Haewon was sitting in the living room watching TV, slowly falling asleep, and you were in the shower scrubbing the day off of you.

Once she heard the apartment door open, though, Haewon was fast in sitting up, somehow already knowing that it was her father.

Gleefully, she runs to the doorway and helps him put his bag away before jumping into his arms and resting her head on his shoulder. He carries her back into the apartment and into your bedroom as the two of them caught you in the middle of blow drying your hair. You looked at them through the mirror with wide-eyes.

“You’re home already?” You asked as he placed Haewon down on the bed.

He walked behind you and hid his face in your neck, breathing in your fresh scent.

“I am. Do you not want me home, my love?” He mumbled against your skin.

“No! You’re just early. You don’t usually come home early,” you explained, unplugging the hair dryer.

“I know, but they let me go early, thankfully, so now I can come home and enjoy my night with my two favorite girls,” he kissed your cheek and jumped onto the bed which made Haewon laugh.

Once Jaehyun is done eating and showering, Haewon waits patiently in her room for her dad to tuck her in tonight. To say you were offended was an understatement. But he was her father and she just missed him too much.

Jaehyun kissed his daughter on the forehead and was about to turn off the light to go to your bedroom until Haewon asked him about his day.

“It was fine, baby. It’s the same everyday,” he laughed, sitting back on her bed, caressing her cheek. “How was school, my love?”

Her eyes lit up, ready to explain to her father about what happened at school and the project she was working on, blowing her own secret.

“Well, we have an art project and we started working on it yesterday. It’s all about the things that make us happy and I wanted to put all three of us. And I was just explaining how happy I was with you and Y/N and told her all about my trip and that I was going to put that in my art project and,” she trailed off, sighing at the thought of it. “I just can’t wait to do it, dad!”

He pouts at the little girl, completely enamored by her admiration for her little family. “I can’t wait to see it, baby. I bet it’s going to be the best of the best.”

He then continues to wish her a good night.

That Tuesday night brought you all good dreams.

—

The rest of the week followed, roughly, the same schedule. You’d wake up with the two of them, wish Jaehyun a good bye, take Haewon to school, be thirty minutes early to work, pick up Haewon (while avoiding Park Jiwoo as much as you can), come home, make lunch as Haewon does her homework and talks about her day, shower and get ready for bed, and wait for Jaehyun to come home and tuck Haewon to bed.

But when Friday rolled along, Haewon was more upset than usual.

When you picked her up, she didn’t greet you with her usual smile and immediate conversation. Instead, she was one of, if not, the last person to get out of her class. And though she’s been one of the last people to leave this week, today just seemed more gloomy to her.

You tried to indulge in conversation, trying to figure out why Haewon was so upset but to no avail. She would stay quiet or keep her answers short. She did her homework but barely ate her dinner, and you of course, wanted to know why she was upset all of a sudden. It wasn’t usually like her to be this upset for a long period of time. Even when Jaehyun came home she was fast asleep. And he obviously asked what was wrong. To which you had no answer.

When he walked into her room, the lights were out and her back was facing toward the door. Quietly, he turned on the light lamp on the nightstand to try and see what was wrong. Yet he still couldn’t figure it out. Once he sighed and got up from her bed, she turned around with tears in her eyes.

“Dad!” She sobbed as he immediately turned around and sat on the bed, taking in his daughter with open arms.

“What? What’s wrong, my love? Why are you crying?” Jaehyun thinks this is the hardest he’s ever seen his daughter cry. He’s beyond panicked as he rocks her back and forth in his arms.

Haewon explained to her dad that she was getting teased at school for not having a real mom. The kids in her classroom would always pick on her for calling you by your name rather than ‘mom.’ They would ask why you were never ‘mom’ to which Haewon didn’t have an answer. How could she when all she knew was Y/N?

She sobbed and sobbed into her fathers clothes, dampening them with her tears. The minute she broke down, you ran into the room, worried that something had happened to her. But you were met with Jaehyun who was holding onto his daughter for dear life. She was shaking him the entire time she was telling her story and you could feel your heart breaking in two. Children were amazing. But many children weren’t raised right.

Jaehyun mouths to you that he’s got everything under control and that you don’t have to worry about her. But how could you not worry about her when she was shaking in her fathers arms.

“I love Y/N so much but dad!” She stuttered, hugging her dad seemingly tighter. Seeing her this heartbroken over not having someone to call ‘mom’ made his life crash. Yet he didn’t say a word, waiting for her breakdown to come to a conclusion so that he can reassure her about everything in her life. It took about ten minutes.

“Listen, baby,” he used his sleeve to wipe all of the tears and boogers that were running down her flushed face.

“I was afraid this was going to happen…. but you don’t worry about that, okay? Just because you don’t call Y/N mom, doesn’t mean you don’t have a mom. I don’t want to tell you this now, but you should know that Y/N isn’t your real mom. But she’s more of a mother than anyone could be. Your classmates are just being disrespectful. They’re jealous because they don’t have a Y/N, alright?” He brushed his fingers through his daughter's hair.

“And you love Y/N, right, baby?” He asked. She nodded.

“So that’s all that really matters, right? That doesn’t mean you have to start calling Y/N ‘mom.’ You just know that she’s there for you, and that she has been there for you since you could remember. I want you to know that everything is okay and that those kids are jealous that you have a happy family, okay?” He wiped the remaining tears that fell from her eyes.

She hiccuped and nodded, wiping her eyes herself with the back of her hand.

“Thank you for telling me, my love. I know it’s hard for you, and I don’t want you to go through things like this but so many people go through this and it’s so important that people understand that. You’re not mad, right? I don’t want you to be upset because there’s nothing you can do when you fall in love,” he explained, rubbing her back. She nodded again as she apologized to him.

He heartbrokenly laughed, “What are you apologizing for, my angel? You’re okay for feeling this way, alright? Y/N knows how confusing it is too but she still loves you like her own.”

Haewon had no words. She couldn’t express how else she was feeling and instead asked if she could sleep with the two of you. Which Jaehyun happily accepted, much wanting her to sleep with the two of you tonight.

As he watched the two of you head into your hazy slumber, all he wanted to do was cry. His two babies had one of the worst weeks of their lives and he felt like he could do nothing to help it. Yet, no matter how helpless he felt, he would stick with you and Haewon for the rest of eternity if he could.

°•. ✿ .•°

They say you know when you know, well, I know, I know you're the one

When Haewon came home two weeks after all of the bads within her subsided, she returned to her fathers car as he picked her up. This time around, you were the one to be working overtime and Jaehyun had gotten back to his regular work schedule (not those dreaded fourteen hour shifts.) The following week consisted of work schedules and work that needed to be finished at home. Currently, Dreamlab Management is having a release for their company and they need you more than ever. It was a little off-putting to have you not home at the Jeong’s residence with the Jeong’s themselves but they couldn’t really do anything about it because it was your job and you loved working there. They weren’t going to stop you.

Following the dismissal of Haewon, she came to her father with open arms, immediately showing him the project she worked so hard on for the past couple of weeks.

“Dad, look! This was what I was talking to you about when we slept over Y/N’s house last time. Isn’t it pretty?” She asked, shoving the art piece in his face to get a better look at it. His heart melted, so happy that she was so happy. So proud that she was proud to show off her family.

“It’s very pretty, my love. I’ll go look at it when we get home, yeah? We gotta do some groceries and when we come home, I’ll look at it as much as we want to. We can even put it in the living room for Y/N to see when she has the chance to come over,” he said, while adjusting her seatbelt. The girl nodded at her father, looking through all of the pictures you helped her cut and chose.

Once they arrived at their humble abode, Haewon helped her father carry the grocery bags in the house before putting her art project on the coffee table and getting out whatever homework she had to do. This gave Jaehyun some time to cook some dinner and get things situated before they’re off to bed.  

When dinner was cooked and Jaehyun had the table set for the two of them, they enjoyed their meal as they asked each other all about the day's events and concerns. Haewon had a few concerns, there were still some children in her class that would tease her about her not having an ‘actual mom’ but you were as actual as it could get, so it didn’t bother her as much. Besides, her teacher had put them into place once she heard all about what those kids were saying to their classmate. Jaehyun also had a few concerns, but they were all work related and he didn’t want to burden (or rather bore) his daughter on things she couldn’t even understand. Suffice to say, dinner went by well. Especially when most of the things the daughter-father pair talked about was their family.

Haewon was nice and toasty after her shower and Jaehyun was now sitting on her bed, tucking her into bed and wishing her a good night.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed, getting up from under the covers.

“Yes, my love,” he sat up with her dramatic exit from bed.

“How could we forget?!” She ran into the living room and got the art project she’s worked so hard on. “You never saw the pictures, dad!”

Haewon moved her father to sit with his back against the headboard as she climbed onto his lap and held the photobooth in her hands.

“You go like this,” she grabbed Jaehyun’s hand and wound up the cardboard handle. And out came the pictures which consisted of the three of you, just Haewon and you, Haewon and her father, and two pictures of just you and Jaehyun which Haewon begged for you to give her. Watching the pictures come out one by one made his heart swell, recalling all of the fond memories he had with his two girls.

Jaehyun found himself sniffling with just a look at the pictures he forgot about in the long-run. But now, he was so thankful that Haewon brought them to his attention again. Even though he has all of those pictures hanging up around the house and even in his bedroom, he never gave them much thought until right now.

Pausing her movements, Haewon looked up at her dad with wide eyes. Carefully she put the art project to the side and sat facing her father, taking his face in her hands, “Dad? Are you crying?”

He held his hands over hers which were still resting on his face, “I am.” The young girl furrowed her brows, “But why? Are you upset about my project?”

Slowly, Jaehyun kissed her on her forehead and brought her in his arms, “Of course, I’m not, baby. I’m crying happy tears.”

She lifted herself from his grasp, “Oh. Y/N was crying too… when we were picking out the photos. Are you guys both that happy?”

The father laughed and placed a piece of hair behind her ear, “Yes we are. We’re the perfect little family, aren’t we?”

With her father’s words, Haewon broke out in the biggest smile ever, “Hm, I guess we are dad! I can’t wait to show Y/N. How long do we have to wait until we see her again?” She leaned back into her father’s chest.

“We’ll see her this weekend, I’m sure. Maybe even Friday. I bet she’ll love your project so much.”

–

Life continued to grow for the three of you. When you got home from work Friday night, your two Jeong’s had been up and they were both incredibly excited to fill you in on what happened the past week you had been cooped up at work.

Again, you cried as Haewon showed you her art project she would constantly talk about.

Watching you get as emotional as he did when his daughter showed him the project, solidified everything he had ever known. The potential of starting a new life with you was now sure in his heart. He wanted to wait a while, but he didn’t know how long he could wait. Jaehyun just knew that he wanted to tie the knot. With you and only you.

°•. ✿ .•°

Some people bring you a million blessings

Learning to love his life as three, Jaehyun had been beyond happy. With you, Haewon, and baby number two on the way, he couldn't have been happier. Happy, happy, happy. It was the only emotion that would ever fill him, even at work, and even if his baby-mama wouldn’t leave you alone. He knew what he wanted in life and he knew where he was in life. If it meant with his daughter and you, that’s all that really mattered to him. His daughter helped him learn how to adult at a young age. You had helped him to appreciate the little things in life. And the both of you brought him genuine happiness.

With the baby on the way, he couldn’t even control his elation. He felt as if he was in euphoria, and he never wanted to leave. The both of you brought him millions of blessings and only millions of more were ready to come.

Some people teach you a million lessons

People come and go. And there are many people in Jaehyun’s life that have taught him so many lessons, both in good and bad ways. He had dealt with a terrorizing ex, girls that only wanted the validation from someone as attractive as he was, his daughter adapting to the real world, and you.

They all came and went and even now, he was going through lessons he would eventually learn in the future. But either way, his life journey has brought him here. With his family of four, there were no words to describe the way he would ever feel.

Some people come in your life for a reason

Others they come in your life for a season

People like Park Jiwoo and you came into Jaehyun’s life for a reason. What reason exactly? He didn’t even know. But he’s so incredibly thankful that the universe played his cards right. He’s been through so much shit but it led him to you. At the end of his and his daughter’s path, you were there, greeting them with open arms as you all continued a life together.

The other girls he dated back in his early twenties were only a fling. They didn’t mean much to him, emotionally, yet every girl he had brought out on a date led him closer and closer to the likes of you– his (un)official babysitter at the time– and he felt bad to have let you see that part of him but you still let him in on your vulnerabilities every time. You still opened up to him and in turn, he opened up his heart to you.

But things like this only happen once in a lifetime and Jaehyun is so grateful that it happened in his lifetime.

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[k-rising]

Mark as boyfriend

Romantic aspects

it can be hard for mark to get in a relationship, since he has very high standards and fears being vulnerable in close bonds. but, once he take his time to get to know you on a deeper level, he's a passionate, easy-going and enthusiastic boyfriend

mark can be shy at first, but once you're his, all that shyness goes away

I feel that he would be secretive about his relationship with you at first

mark likes planning dates beforehand, but he also likes planning things spontaneously. when he sees the opportunity, he takes it

this man doesn't like to get bored, so you need to do something fun all the time. variety is needed here, so take him somewhere new everytime you go out with him

mark is loyal af and very committed to you, but he also needs some space for himself from time to time

he probably likes to have control of the relationship and likes creating drama just to make things more exciting

he's such a kind, understanding, and generous person !!

this dude cares for you A LOT, even if it's hard for him to say it openly

mark is very observant and has a great memory, so he'll gonna remember every little detail you said or did

this man is good at giving advices, so he will always be there when you need someone to talk to

mark wants everything to be reciprocal, if not he's gonna be upset

his way of showing affection is through acts of service

mark likes when you appreciate all the little things he does for you

this little man needs approval and lot of praises in order to feel confident <3

he can also be quite straightforward with the things he doesn't like about you, but he points those out to fix them asap

if you ever need help on something, ask him to help you! mark loves feeling useful

marriage can be appealing to him if the relationship lasts

you remember how I said that this man can be very passionate and loyal? well, he can also be quite possessive and controlling with you...

he feel things in a very intense way

mark also projects his fantasies onto you and sees how he wants to see you rather than being able to see you for who you are

When he gets angry

mark tries to avoid conflicts, but his emotions can change quickly. plus, he's emotionally impulsive

he can be calm on the surface, but he's on fire on the inside

when angry mark can be quite scary...

he doesn't like to take a "no" for an answer and it can be hard to change his mind, since he's very fixed on his opinions

he also takes everything personally

it can also be hard for him to difference what he wants from what he needs

when he's at his worst, mark doesn't normally take the time to consider the consequences of his actions

in conflicts he can be overly confident, restless, aggressive, and reckless

if he feels underappreciated, he will explode with rage

mark can be good at manipulating people as well

he can have some unpredictable and shocking behaviors. you never know how he's going to react

when conflicts arises, mark likes proving himself and fights for his rights and morals

he likes talking about your problems, but he's sensitive to criticism 💀

he also gets disappointed when things don't turn out as he expected

mark always tends to imagine the worst of situations

this man has a talent for reading between the lines and loves challenges

mark loves and hates in a very intense way, so he is either hella obsessive with you OR you don't exist to him anymore

#mark lee #mark #nct #nct u #nct 127 #mark astrology #mark imagines #mark angst #mark lee astrology #mark lee angst #mark lee imagines #nct astrology #nct imagines #nct angst #nct u astrology #nct u imagines #nct u angst #nct 127 angst #nct 127 astrology #nct 127 imagines

[devilfoodcafe]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

— # ❝ BLEEDING HEART❞ | Y.NK

PAIRINGS — demon!yuta x florist!reader

GENRE — enemies-to-lovers, forbidden love

WARNINGS — strong language

WC — 6.3k

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authors note- this is purely fiction is not to be taken seriously

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“Have a wonderful day.” You cheered as the customer was leaving your family's flower shop. 

“Don’t you have class today?” Seulgi asked you. 

It was true you did have a class to teach at a small community center. A flower arrangement class, mainly younger girls and grandmas takes it. It was a little side business you did to help your family. 

You checked your watch. “Yeah I have to be there in an hour, I have to stop by the house to pick something up.” 

She sighed with a little smirk playing on her lips, “Give me the apron. Don’t worry I won’t tell dad about your scatterbrain. I’ll call Irene to help me.” 

You took off your apron grabbing your bag underneath the counter. 

The bus came around the corner stopping at your house. 

You just had to grab extra wax paper and a small book. You kept them on the counter of the kitchen facing towards the backyard in your mother's old garden, which you kept healthy and growing. 

You walked into the house noticing the door wasn’t locked. You turned the bottom lock when you came in, your father was sitting in his club chair watching his afternoon game show. 

“Dad, Seulgi, and I told you to keep the door locked when we are at the shop.” 

“If you were at the shop you wouldn’t know.” He scolded you. 

“I have a class I’m teaching with all the grandmas. You are more than welcome to join.” You poked him.  

“I much rather spend my afternoons glued to this chair.” He grumbled. 

You sighed. 

“Maybe if I had some grandchildren I wouldn’t be so miserable.” 

“Dad!” You shouted as your ears started to get hot from embarrassment. 

“You and your sister spend too much time in the shop and working. You never take time for yourself and make friends. Not one boy has taken my daughters on a date.” He complained 

You huffed and turned on your heels going to the kitchen picking up the items you needed. 

“Dad you made a rule we weren’t allowed to date while we were in school. You told us to focus on our studies.”

“And now the both of you are chained to the store.” He made a fuss. 

“Dad we aren’t chained to the store. We have plenty of customers. I went to school for this Dad..” You looked up from the counter and saw a man standing in the middle of the garden picking peonies. Your mom's plant. “You do not need to worry Dad I love my job. I have to go I’m taking the car to the class. I’ll be home soon.”

You told him to hold your things, grab the keys, and walk out the back door. 

You treaded your way to a stranger. “Hey what are you doing?!” You shouted. 

“Oh, you must be ___.” 

“You know me?” 

“Yes. Your mother loves these flowers. She used to sit out here while she was pregnant with you.” 

“Who are you? Huh? What’s your name?” You chided. 

“Yuta. I’m just taking a couple of flowers to your mother's grave. Our deal is set to expire soon anyway…it’s been a year right? Since she died.” 

“How do you know…that?” You asked choking up a little. 

“Why do you think your parent's florist shop does so well?” He walked over to you leaning into your ear, whispering. “Your mother made a deal with a demon so your family could live happily and comfortably. Until her death. I’m happy to make the deal again.” He smirked at you handing you a peony. 

“I would do no such thing. No one in my family.” You argued. Your wrist buzzed as an alarm went off signaling you that your class was starting soon. “I have to go. Don’t come here again.” You warned. 

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“Sorry, I’m late for class.” You smiled at the older ladies. “My father was holding me up.” 

“Why does your father pester you so much?” They giggled hoping you would gossip with them as you teach them how to rap a bouquet.

“He wants grandchildren desperately.” You entertained them. 

“You would want your father to make it to see his grandchildren right?” Someone said from the back of the classroom. 

You stood on your toes looking behind the ladies to see Yuta smirking with a white apron on. 

You decided not to entertain him, he wanted to get a rise out of you. 

“Ok, ladies we are going to be wrapping bouquets. We are wrapping in my favorite paper. Wax paper and baby pink Kraft paper with my mother’s favorite flowers. White Peonies and indigo foxglove.” You smiled. “Do you ladies remember how to tie the flowers together?” 

“Of course Dear. Do you think we just come here to gossip?” One of them asked. 

You chuckled in response giving the ladies the wax and craft paper and moving towards the back of the class. 

“Are you here to taunt me like a lovesick boy or are you going to take the class?” 

Yuta smiled at you grabbing the flowers and tying the stems together at the bottom. He held them up as they fell apart. 

“You have to tie them in the middle of the bouquet for wrapping in paper. Or if you are interested tight and close to the flowers when in a vase.” You told him. 

“Do you not understand? If you don’t renew this deal your family's shop will lose business and you won’t be able to support yourselves.” 

“What do you get out of this deal?”

“Your soul.” He said so nonchalantly. 

“Oh, so nothing big. You took my mother's soul?” 

“Yes. And if you are wondering it is a painless process you don’t even feel it happening in fact you stop feeling altogether.” 

“What?” 

“Oh, I know what your thinking? All those times you said I love you mom and she said me too or I love you if she meant it? She could have but in my experience, she probably didn’t.” 

“So my whole life she never felt love for me?” 

“I don’t know. She took that to her grave.” 

He wrapped the papers around the flowers. 

“I’m not making that deal.” You told him firmly. “Get out of my class.” 

“You’ll come around you’ll see.” 

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It was getting close to white day and no orders have come in. 

Was he right? You felt this pit in your stomach. 

“Hey ___?” Johnny said coming into the shop. 

“Johnny I don’t think I had an order of flowers. Did I?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I have 400 roses and 400 carnations in the truck.”

You looked at your paperwork. You could’ve sworn he was here on Friday with the delivery. “We got that shipment on Friday. You brought me coffee remember?” 

“Your sister was here yesterday and all the flowers were dead when she came in on Saturday morning. I thought she would have told you something.” 

“Maybe she did. I’ve just been frazzled.”

“What a lot of orders for white day?” He asked. 

You shook your head. “We have no orders. No one has called, emailed, or walked in. I don’t know what to do. Well, I know what I should do…but it just isn’t right.”

Johnny leaned on the counter looking at his friend. “Come on talk to me, what is swimming inside that head of yours?” 

“This is a hypothetical.” 

“Okay.” 

“Would you give up your soul for your loved ones? There’s a catch though you lose all your love, emotion, anything you felt for them gone.” 

“I don’t know. If there was no other option if my family or friends were in trouble then yes. I’m sure it would hurt losing all of that. But knowing they are happy, healthy, and safe would make me happy at that moment. It’s a risk but I think I would do it for them.” 

“I was afraid you would say that.” You felt your heart sink looking at the floor. 

The bell of the shop clinked and opened, “Thinking of me Darling?” 

Johnny leaned over the counter whispering horribly, “Who is this charmer?” 

“I’m a friend.” He smiled darkly at Johnny. 

“John, we can talk later your father wouldn’t like you dilly-dallying on the deliveries. Especially close to white day.” 

He looked between you and Yuta, “Ok see you around ___ if you need anything. You know who to call, and not ghostbusters.” He laughed walking out of the door.

“He is a strange fellow. With those good looks, he could sell his family's products with the snap of his fingers.” 

“Yuta I didn’t say I wanted to make that deal. I would give up my love for my family. Can’t you-”

He put his hand in your face cutting you off. “Wouldn’t know. Never had a family. I can’t sympathize with you.” 

“And that is a problem. You don’t know what I’m giving up.” 

He sighed annoyed, “Y’know most people just jump at the opportunity to just give away their soul for their loved ones. Why are you holding back? Even your mother knew the right thing to do.” 

“Because I don’t want to lose everything!” You shouted at him for his cold callus words.

“I purpose a pre-contract deal. Do you want me to feel like I’m losing something? You make me fall in love with you and you forget me.”

You huffed, “That is the plot of every day-time drama.” 

“I get bored and the cafe I go to plays all day.” 

“So you want me to date you, have you fall in love with me and have me forget you exist. Do you want me to break your heart? If your heart is broken you will leave my family alone and stop inflicting problems on my family.”

He nodded.

“Where do I sign?” 

“It isn’t something you sign.” He pulled out the paper from his jacket pocket. “We seal it with a kiss.” 

You didn’t shy away you pulled his collar kissing his lips wanting this to be over with. 

“You can pick me up tonight for a date. You already know where I live.”

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You were staring at your closet. You didn’t have a lot of nice clothes. Well, you dressed casual-nice. You didn’t keep a lot of date clothes, not many guys asked you out. 

Why are you even trying? You know why you are doing it but he made your blood boil. 

“Do you have a date?” Seulgi asked staring at you. 

“No! Why do you ask that?!” 

“Because you are staring at your clothes. Also, there is a guy downstairs sitting with dad laughing.” 

“He’s here already!” You grumbled.  

Seulgi pulled a dress from the closet. A white and purple floral puffed sleeved dress. “Mom said you always look good in white.” 

You listened to her going into your bathroom slipping the dress over your body. She left her white heels outside of the bathroom door. 

You descend the stairs of your house to see Yuta sitting in the den with your father. Somehow he had your father laughing. 

You came into the room behind your father's chair. You leaned down and kissed your father’s cheek. “Hi, dad. I see you met Yuta.” 

“___ where have you been hiding this nice young man?” He chuckled at you. 

You smirked at Yuta, wanting him to spontaneously combust. 

“Mr. ____ we do have to be going, I have a reservation at a friend's restaurant.” 

“Wait before you go how did you meet my daughter she never leaves her job.” Your father smirked. 

“I took her florist class. I was making gifts for my mother before she passed last fall.” He told him. 

“Dad we do have to be going. I’ll be home later. Be nice to Seulgi and don’t pick on her.”  You kissed the top of his head again. 

You waked towards the front door with Yuta already at the door opening it for you, closing it as well. 

“If you expect me to fall in love with you, I would drop the murderous look in your eyes.” 

“Kind of hard when you are a fake person.” 

He scoffed opening the passenger side door for you. “What about being nice to your father? How do you know I wasn’t being genuine?” 

“I can tell by the look in your eyes. So lifeless.” You gestured to his eyes. “Where are we going exactly?” 

“My friend Taeyong owns a gomtang place. Right on han river. You can see the Seoul skyline from there. Very beautiful at night.”

“Isn’t that the date Jungwon took Siwoo on that cheesy daytime soap opera, what is it called? Sunflowers under the moonlight?” 

“Its Marigolds Under the Stars.” He said through his teeth. “Don’t act like you don’t know what you are talking about. You know the main couple's name.” He continued to yammer on while driving to your next location. 

You giggled in response. True you knew the couple's name but that was only because of two reasons. The tv in the flower shop only got one channel. The other was your father had now grown accustomed to watching daytime dramas now in retirement. 

“Am I to expect that all the dates you take me on to be inspired after soap operas.” 

“What do you expect me to do?” He asked rhetorically.

You on the other hand were going to give him an answer. “Think of things that would actually let me get to know you. Things that you enjoy doing show me a part of you.”

“And what about you? Am I the one to plan all of our dates?”

“I can always plan them. Because so far you suck at them.” 

“This one means something to me. We are going to my friend's restaurant.”

“Yeah, friend more like a soulless victim of you.” You commented with a roll of your eyes. 

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You and Yuta walked into a candle-lit empty restaurant. At the bar, a handsome man was wiping down the counter. 

“Took you long enough to get here.” He said to Yuta. “Do you know how tiresome it is to direct Jisung and Jaemin to help me with this?” He waved the rag around the restaurant. 

“Relax Taeyong. I was making a good first impression.” Yuta pulled a chair out for you at the table closest to the window. 

“I’m Taeyong. I’m hoping he has told you about me.”

“That you are one of his soulless victims? Then yes.” 

He snickered, “No no. I’m not. Yuta and I are in the same line of business.”

“You?” 

“Shocking right? But owning a business is very helpful. Everyone falls for my trusting face.” He smiled. “What are you doing on a date with the bastard?” 

“Taeyong watches your mouth,” Yuta growled at him. 

“Just trying to break Yuta’s heart. The faster I do that he drops this whole stealing my soul thing.” You told Taeyong. 

“Hell of a way to end your career, Yuta.” He said. “Two bowls of gomtang coming up.” Taeyong walked into the back of the restaurant to the kitchen.

“End your career?” 

“Yeah. I’m retiring.”

“You look really young though?” You questioned. 

Yuta laughed a little. “I am young in demon years, yes. I’ve made myself happy for many years doing the whole…” Yuta stopped his train of thought looking at you as you sat across from him, elbows on the table your chin resting on your intertwined fingers. “Are you actually interested in what I’m saying?” 

“Of course I am. It's about you. I should get to know you.” You told him to reassure him. 

“Ok. As I was saying I spent a long time as a crossroad demon and I was happy. Now I’m looking for just a simple life. Right now I own a couple of buildings I have tenants.” He explained. 

“Excuse me Yuta?” A tall skinny boy was standing by the table with a pitcher of water. 

“Jisung, This is ___. ___ this is Jisung one of Taeyong’s apprentices.”

“It is very nice to meet you.” He bowed his head as his hands were full. “Would either of you like water?” 

“Yes please.” You smiled sweetly at the boy. He blushed in return as he poured the drinks for the table. 

“So he is Taeyong apprentice.”

“Yes. He has a few of them. He has a way with everyone.” He sipped his water. 

“Do you have apprentices?”

“Just one. Shotaro is very nice but he can be devilish sometimes. I’ll introduce you guys at some point he works at a building I currently own. No demonic implications at all. What about you why the love for flowers?” 

You smiled down at the floor thinking fondly of the memory of you and your mother. “My mother. She is the reason why I pursued becoming a florist. The shop was handed down to her by her parents. She said I was the greatest gift to the shop. That I helped the flowers blossom. As a little girl, I thought was true as I got older I thought it was to make me feel better. I guess she wasn’t lying.” 

Yuta felt a tinge in his chest. It made him uncomfortable hearing that story. He pulled on his collar to cool himself off.

“___ normally when souls are taken. It leaves the person feeling nothing to the point, that they become depressed. They more than often kill themselves leaving the demon to start a new contract. It’s a never-ending cycle. But your mother stayed alive she cared for you, your sister, and your father until her health prevented her.” 

“Yuta what are you trying to make me feel better?” You asked him. 

He cleared his throat, “Yeah I guess I am. Not everything in this line of business is black and white.”

“Of course, it’s not. Not everyone is the same. As a demon is it easier to see humans as numbers, statistics making it all black and white?” 

“Yes. I’m assuming that you involve yourself in your customers' lives?” 

You giggled in return, “I kind of have to. I have to know. If I don’t know what the flowers are for I can’t put together extravagant pieces.” 

“You are speaking like you are an artist?” 

“Yuta I am an artist. I make beautiful pieces of art for people and their loved ones.” You chuckled as Yuta smiled in return leaving you in a little bit of silence. 

“Your gomtang, madam, and misuse. Please enjoy.” Taeyong said leaving you two with your meals and a bottle of white wine.

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It had been a week since the date with Yuta. You hated to admit it but it was rather enjoyable. The gomtang was delicious and the wine paired well with it. Yuta was good company for good conversation. 

You were working by yourself today in the shop. Luckily some orders came in for White Day. You were working around the clock putting together bouquets for every order that came in. You heard the bell of the shop ring. Which was odd because you put up the lunch sign. You came from the back of the shop you pin your hair back to greet the walk-in customer. 

“Hello welcome to ___ Gardens” 

“___ it is Yuta.” 

“Hi, Yuta. What brings you here today?” 

“Well, you said you made masterpieces I was hoping I could watch for a little bit.” 

“Ok, I’m working in the back for the most part.” You told him to walk back to the shop where the flowers were kept in storage before being displayed. “I can’t work on the carnation orders though. For some reason Seulgi had Johnny put it up here. Probably to watch him do it.” You mumbled under your breath. 

“You cut your hair.” He stated not even paying attention to what you said. 

“Oh. Yeah, I did it a few days ago. I thought I would change it up for Spring. What do you not like about girls with short hair?” 

“On the contrary. A woman can choose however she styles for her hair, how many piercings she wants if she wants tattoos, and how she dresses.” 

“So if I wanted a face tattoo?” 

He opened the fridge to bring down the carnations for you, He was leaning over you. “Doesn’t bother me. As long as you are happy and I’m happy.” 

“Piercings everywhere?”

“Doesn’t bother me. Your body is your choice. Your soul your choice.” 

You hummed.

“There you go your carnations. Make your creations.” 

“Thank you. I have 30 orders for basic bouquets. Can you do me a favor? There is a created by the register of small glass vases, just grab it.” 

Yuta went to the front of the store, pulling a create of small cylindrical glass vases. He heard the front of the door opening with a chime.  

He looked up from the counter to see a group of high school girls staring at him. “Hi, how can I help you?” 

They looked him up and whispered to each other. 

“I’ll be right with you.” He told them to go to the back. 

“Hey what took you so long?” 

“Girls. They are in the store and they think I’m attractive.” 

“Ok. Did you ask what they wanted?”  

“Yes, and they just giggled. Why aren’t you jealous?” 

“Yuta you are an attractive man. You know it I know it. Of course, school girls would blush over that. Put this apron on and help them please.”

“What do I get out of it? I just wanted to watch you put bouquets together.” 

“I’ll cook you dinner tonight.” 

“Done.” He grabbed an apron by the swinging door going out the front of a shop. 

“So girls what would like today?” He said working his charm. 

“Our teacher just got engaged and we wanted to give her a hydrangea and rose arrangement.” One said. 

“In a square vase. So it can fit on her desk.”

“And wrapped in twine. With poms and belles of Ireland.”

“Hydrangeas and roses? Poms and belles of Ireland?” He scratched his head. He wrote down what the girls wanted and went to the back of the store. 

He peaked his head through the door. He saw you back as you were humming a song playing on the store's radio system. You were putting together the vases for white day. White carnations and red snapdragons. Wrapping a soft ivory ribbon on each vase. 

“___ what are poms, hydrangeas, and the belles of Irelands? Where are the roses? Where do you keep the square vases and twine?” 

“A lot of questions. Let me come out there and sort it all out.” You smirked brushing past him. “Hi, girls how may I help you today?” You said with a pleasant smile. 

“The guy was actually helping us.” One said softly hoping you would scoot away. 

“Yuta is just helping me out today. He is normally working on managing his buildings. He was just trying to be a nice boyfriend. I have been swamped with White Day orders. So you want a square vase with roses and hydrangeas? Surrounded by belles of Ireland and poms wrapped in twine?” You asked the girls. 

They nodded and smiled jealousy. You pulled up a square vase and got all the flowers and greens wrapping them in twine. You changed the way the flowers sat in the vase until they looked pretty enough for you. 

Yuta was staring at your hands as they were trying to find the perfect position of the flowers. He felt his body get a little warm as his eyes were boring into you. 

“Do you deliver?” One asked looking over your shoulder to look at Yuta. 

“Yes. I could deliver tomorrow morning. I assume you want them on her desk before class starts?” 

“Yes.” 

“That would mean you would have to get up at 5:00 and take your car here in morning traffic, open up, and drive all the way to their school,” Yuta explained. 

“Yuta I did the math in my head. I understand it. I’ve done morning deliveries before.” 

“Why don’t you hire a delivery boy?” 

“I would if we could afford it. We make enough to live comfortably.” 

“I know a guy.” He said getting on his phone and calling someone. “Hey, Mark! You still working at that…” he looked around the shop and turned his back and whispered into the phone, “cat cafe?” 

“Yeah bro, I work the evening and late night shifts. Why are you looking for me?” He laughed over the phone. 

“No. Looking to make extra cash?” 

“Always. What is the gig?” 

“Flower deliveries.” 

“Oh is this for the girl you like? Not that it matters I’ll do it.” Mark smiled. “Send me the address I want to meet her.” 

“Ok bud see you soon.” Yuta hung up the phone looking at you with your arms crossed. “What?” 

“Who is Mark?” You ask suspiciously. 

He raised his arms in defense, “He doesn’t work for my company I swear. He is just my best friend. A completely normal guy not like Taeyong. He coming here and just tell him what he needs to do.” 

“How I will pay him?’ 

“Don’t worry about it. I have it handled.”  

“What does-” He walked over to you and put his finger to your lips. 

“I have it handled. Mark owes me. I saved his life once.” 

You smacked his hand out of your face. “I’m suspicious. I don’t think he is all that innocent as you describe him.” You turned away from him to the high school girls. “I will have the flowers delivered by tomorrow morning at your school. Can you just fill out this delivery form and you girls can be on your way?” 

They smiled and filled out the form and left. 

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Pleasantly Mark surprised you. He was the opposite of Yuta. He is a cute happy college kid. He was saving up money for a music studio for himself.

“I called my friend Johnny he said he will be here at 6 in the morning. He has a key to the shop and he has a truck to deliver it. I’m leaving the arrangement in the dresses with the order slip. With the address and all the information you will need.” 

“___ he is a college student, not a baby. He can handle it.” 

“Yuta it’s her business she is just being cautious. I understand ___, I don’t live recklessly as Yuta does.” 

“I’m standing right here Mark. It seems that you have forgotten my job.” Yuta gave Mark a death glare. 

“Haven’t forgotten. I promise ___ you are leaving this job in good hands.” 

“Great are we all settled here? Come on ___ I have something for us to do today. See you around Mark.” Yuta was rushing you out of the shop. 

“Yuta I still have to work today.” 

“No, you don’t. Here Mark takes this apron and just sit here and look pretty.” 

“Yuta I don’t-” Mark started to explain. Yuta snapped his fingers. “How? Why do I know that white flowers are the best flowers to send to a funeral?”

“Because white flowers represent sympathy among other things.” You explained. “But Yuta why does he know that?” 

“Just a little demon magic. Don’t worry it will only last until tomorrow night. No worries for the afternoon or tomorrow morning. He also knows your store's routine.” Yuta again pushed you lightly out of the store. “Mark if you need something don’t call her to call me.” 

“Where are we going?” You asked him as he was pulling into a parking lot. 

“It's almost time Marigolds Under the Stars.” He said pointing to his watch. “I thought I would take you to my favorite place to watch it.” 

“What is your favorite place around here. There are a bunch of residential buildings and a couple of corner stores.  Is there a restaurant around here?” You asked. 

He got out of the car not saying a word. You got out of the car following him. 

He walked into a cafe. Not just any cafe, a cat cafe. 

“Hi Yuta, welcome back. I have the back room set up for you.” 

“Thanks, Chenle.” He said. Yuta guided you to the back room where a bunch of cats and their jungle gyms. You stood in the doorway as Yuta sat down at the table looking at the menu and turning on the tv. He put on the stupid the soap opera. 

He leaned back into the chair as an orange tabby came and sat on his lap purring into him. “Tigger you look like you put on some weight. I’m so happy to see that.” He cooed petting the cat's head. 

You sat there silently waiting for Yuta’s next move. 

Another fluffy grey cat sat down at the table, staring longingly at the tv.  

“Bunny can you believe Mrs. Seo doesn’t like Siwoo. Siwoo saved her from complete embarrassment when she was meeting all the other ladies from her book club.” 

You rolled your eyes. You knew that was going to happen. A little calico kitten sat on your lap purring loudly against your stomach. 

“That’s Munch.” 

“How do you know all the names of the cats in this room?” 

“It’s my business. Plus these are all the cats I’ve rescued from the streets. They needed a home.” 

“You rescue cats and give them a place to live now.” 

“Hey I might be a demon but I love animals.” 

“Hmm. So this a whole facade of not caring about anything?” 

“I never said I didn’t care about anything. I just don’t know what it is like to give that up. I don’t have a family.” 

“Is that why you watch cheesy daytime dramas to see what families are like?” You joked. 

“Haha. I can see my snarky-ness is rubbing off on you. I watch it because it is cheesy and fun. It is a guilty pleasure.” 

“A guilty pleasure that is predictable. I guarantee you that in the coming weeks, after meeting in secret behind his mother's back one of them will get in an accident. That will lead that person to have amnesia.” 

Yuta stared at you with a blank expression, “If any of that happens I’m going to be so mad and impressed you knew that.” 

“I’m going to have a Meow-cha latte and a cinnamon bun.” You told him. “Thank you, Yuta for making this date more personal. The next one I will plan for us.” 

“Yeah, I would like that. We could plan two dates every week one I do and another your plan.” He said holding your hand as he looked over the menu as if he didn’t know what he wanted.

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For the next two months, you and Yuta planned dates for each other. Bringing each other to places meant a lot to both of you, introducing each other to important people in your lives. 

How resistant you were to the idea of loving Yuta he was certainly a charmer. You spent any of your free time with him. He even took your class at the community center just to see you in the afternoons. 

You knew that your heart pounded extra hard when he was around. And that scared you. You might love him didn’t mean Yuta loved you. What if you failed? On the other hand, if you didn’t fail and he did love you, you would forget him. This is all that you could think about in your alone time away from Yuta. 

You had been cleaning up the shop just about to close up for the day. 

Yuta came in to come and take you for a small dinner. “Honey?” He called. 

“Hi, Yuta.” You smiled. You put the broom in the corner behind you walking over to him. “You are here a little earlier than expected.” 

“I wanted to give you a little gift.” He said smirking. You looked at his arms behind his back. You went to go for his arms and he backed away laughing.“You have to be patient ___. Close your eyes.” 

You put your hands out closing your eyes. Yuta placed a small box and a bouquet in your hands. He leaned into your ear whispering, “Open.” 

You felt your body shiver when he said that. Opening your eyes your saw the bouquet of your favorite flowers. Fuschia stargazes lilies mixed with white lily of the valley and with baby pink roses. 

“When did you put this together?” 

“Your sister helped me. Open the box now.” He said excitedly. 

You opened the box and saw a gold locket with a peony etched into it. When you opened the locket it was empty. 

“I thought we could put a picture of us when we go to the carnival this weekend.” 

“Yeah, that will look nice in here.” You smiled back. 

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You and Yuta were running around the carnival doing every ride you possible. He did all the games losing half of his money in the hopes of winning you a prize.

He ended up winning you a cheap bear wearing a t-shirt with a rainbow smiley face on it. He didn’t care that it was a small bear but he wanted it to be a little more memorable. Because he was going to tell you he loves you. Yuta was going to lose you after that but it will be worth it to fall in love. 

“I’m going to get us food you go sit down. I’ll be right there.” He told you as he went to get horrible unhealthy carnival food. 

Yuta was standing in line waiting for his turn when his little buddy appeared next to him. 

“Hey, Yuta how are you doing?” 

“I’m good.”

“Are you still working on the flower shop deal? Because that would be my first contract. She is pretty making my first kiss for a deal super cool.” 

“Sorry, Shotaro. That deal is going to fall through. She won. I love her. I’m telling her tonight. Can’t believe I’m retiring without her.” 

Shotaro felt bad and sad for his older counterpart. “Could we make a deal?” 

“Huh?” 

“If you were to hand over the mantle to me now, I could nullify your agreement with her.”

“I would become human now and nullify the agreement?” 

“Yeah, boss!” Shotaro cheered. 

“She..might not love me as I love her.”

“Go ask her and when she tells you the answer you can make your decision.” 

“Ok. Hold my place in line.” Yuta walked over to the tables and sat down across from you. 

“Hey, that was quick. Where’s the food?” 

“___ do you love me?” 

That question was out of the blue and shocked you. Was it not obvious, you thought you made it pretty obvious. “Come on Yuta do you not know?” You laughed, nervously. 

“I need to know. Do you love me or not.” He glared at you. It reminded you of when you first met him. 

“Yuta…yes I fell in love with you. And I know that wasn’t supposed to happen on my end it was just supposed to be you. What about you?” 

“I think I can love you.” He said. 

That broke your heart. He thinks he could love you, what has all of this been for then? Was he just playing with you like the soulless demon he was? 

Sitting there in disbelief when you felt another presence hovering over you “Great, now let's do these contracts. I have been holding onto this one since you told me you were retiring.” Shotaro said putting down two cups of spicy tteokbokki. 

“What is he doing here?” You said with a bit of bite in your voice. 

“I’m here to finally become a full demon of deals.” He did his puppy dog smile. 

“You are becoming human before our contract is up? What are you going to tell him to date me now too?” 

“What did you say to her?” Shotaro excused Yuta turning to him. 

“He said he thinks he could love me? What the fuck does that mean?” 

“Oh well, he can’t tell you without you forgetting. That is the thing about our contracts they are quite literal.”  

“So you love me too?”

“Yes, he does. Yuta signs the contract now.” 

Yuta pried his eyes away from you. He took the paper that was in Shotaro��s hands signing away his job. 

“Now for the next contract to nullify the contract with _____ Gardens. No soul extraction to keep the business going instead a demon’s power.”

“You are giving up your demon side for me?” 

“If you have to ask you don’t know how I really feel about you.” 

“Come on Yuta just a quick kiss and you can forget this demon nonsense.” Shotaro teased. 

“You guys have to kiss? All contracts are sealed with a kiss? Yuta did you kiss my mother when you made that deal?” 

“Yes. Yes, I did.” He said firmly. “It was quick and meant nothing to me. Can you turn around I don’t want you to see this?”

You nodded to him and turned around looking at the Ferris wheel. 

Shotaro tapped your shoulder to turn around. “Take care of him.” 

“I do love you ___. I’ve been wanting to tell you that since we went to the botanical gardens.” He held your hand across the table. 

“I love you too Yuta. Even if you have a crap taste in tv.” 

He dropped your hand, “That’s it end of the relationship. You know they both got into a car crash and Jungwon got amnesia.” 

“I told you predictable. But you don’t listen.” The two of you laughed as you stuffed your face with food.

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cynics; jns

part iii

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words; 1.8k

genre; angst 

warnings; making out, vulgar language, insecurity in your appearance, gross description of rotting food

preface; this one is short I’m so sorry. It felt fitting to end this part there. 

"Where the fuck is Taeyong?" Lucas spat. "He has my truck."

"Bro, he said he was gonna be late." YangYang replied in a calm voice.

The boys complain and bicker back and forth as Johnny focuses on the rotted fruit in the corner of his room. Maggots, gnats, and ants were having a field day with what remained. He had forgotten what fruit it was. All that was left was a puddle of rancid black goo. He didn't have the stomach to clean it up.

"Johnny, call Taeyong since he's ignoring my calls." Lucas requested, kicking his feet onto Johnny's coffee table. He pulls a cigarette from a red carton before lighting it inside his mouth. Johnny shook his head. If Lucas didn't listen to him the fifty other times he asked him not to smoke inside his house, why would he listen on the fifty-first?

Johnny whips out his phone, clicking on Taeyong's contact. The phone rings for what felt like an eternity of Lucas yelling about if he picked up yet. When Taeyong does pick up, he can hear crying in the background. Johnny sighs.

"What?"

"I'm guessing Nayeon is coming again?" Johnny asks in a monotone voice.

"Nayeon's there? Here, give me the phone." Lucas's entire demeanor changes at the mention of Taeyong's girlfriend. He pushes himself off the couch with a grunt before making his way toward Johnny.

"I'm sorry, I only have one band-aid."

Johnny's heart stops when he hears your voice.

"One second." Taeyong pulls the phone away and debates with you about who should get the band-aid. Johnny can feel his blood pressure rise.

"Okay fine, she can have it. I'll use tape."

"Let me talk to him." Johnny panics as Lucas stands over him with an outstretched arm. "Why are you just staring? Give me the phone."

Lucas reaches for the phone but Johnny pulls away.

"What're you doing? He needs his truck back." Doyoung tries to reason with Johnny. If Lucas finds out you're hanging out with Taeyong, who knows what would happen. Johnny covers the microphone before whispering.

"You don't want to hear this. I think he answered while he was fucking Nayeon."

"What?!" shouts Taeyong, loud enough that he and Lucas could hear.

"Wait now I really want to hear." Lucas snatches the phone from Johnny's hand.

"You guys just started dating and you already hit? My man." Lucas's loud and obnoxious laugh thunders throughout the room, being echoed by the other guys. Johnny chuckled nervously. Taeyong was gonna kill him.

-

You walk into Jungwoo's apartment with an arm full of snacks. Jungwoo unloads a few, placing them on the counter. Jisoo looks at the two of you excitedly.

"We haven't been able to hang out in ages. I'm pumped." Jisoo stands from the couch and runs towards the counter. Jungwoo wraps his arms around both of you, planting a kiss on both of your cheeks.

"Both of my girls. Now that we're all together... can we...?" Jungwoo trails off before Jisoo hits his arm.

"If you ask that one more time I'll kick you in the shin." You warn as you carry a bag of chips to the couch.

"There she is! ___ hasn't threatened me in months." says a proud Jungwoo.

"It seems like longer than that. I've been noticing that you're getting back to your old self as well." Jisoo looks at you in admiration. "So proud." She pouts as she wipes away an imaginary tear.

Even after that setback, you still felt that your decision was a good one. Let them replace you, who cares? You still have Jisoo, Jungwoo, Mark, and Taeyong as well. Friends and a lover who don't see you as the sensitive fat girl.

You felt immensely comfortable settled between the two of them as Jungwoo played his new video game. He invited both of you over to celebrate finally getting it. It was nice to see him so happy. This was nice.

Jungwoo nudges your shoulder and you look at him. He nods his head towards Jisoo. To your right, Jisoo is fast asleep, a bowl of chips on her lap. You both chuckle quietly.

"So I'm guessing your friendship with Mark is blossoming?" Jungwoo whispers.

"Yes it is, he hugged me. Can you believe that?"

He pauses his game to look at you, awestruck.

"Mark Lee?"

You nod enthusiastically. He didn't need to know that it was because you were crying after Nayeon left.

"I'm so happy to hear that. I'll tell Jisoo we need to follow him back on social media. How about Taeyong?"

Your face falls, and he notices.

"What did that prick do this time?" Jungwoo rests a hand on your shoulder.

"He's not a prick! He's not single anymore, either." Your voice gets quieter as you reveal the sad truth. Jungwoo rubs circles into your shoulder with his thumb as you pull up a picture.

"Her name is Nayeon." You show it to him and he takes your phone.

"Woah, she's gorgeous."

Your heart drops. No matter how much you try to convince yourself that it's not that big of a deal, you still can't help but be hurt.

"Don't worry about it, honey. He didn't deserve you anyway. Plus, it's his loss not choosing you." He moves his hand up to your face, caressing your cheek. You gaze into his eyes, frozen as your heartbeat thumps harder against your chest.

You crawl over him before connecting your lips to his. You caress his face with both hands. Soft, velvety lips caress yours, making your body tingle. He moves his hands to your waist. With each passing second, the kiss gets more heated. You feel his heartbeat against your chest as he squeezes you against him. You pull away and look down at his disheveled appearance. He looks back at you, breathless and with a hungry but dazed look on his face.

"Jungwoo..." You look away, embarrassment setting in as he stares at you.

"Hm?"

"Do you think she's-"

"Stop." Jungwoo grabs your face and brings it closer.

"Yes she's pretty, but she's conventional. The popular opinion." Jungwoo starts, and you're feeling even more embarrassed.

"You? You're different. You're beautiful in a way-" Jungwoo freezes when he notices your face fall even more. He sighs. "I know what you want. You want the reaction Nayeon gets whenever people see her. She gets that reaction because of centuries of conditioning. Nayeon turns heads because magazines told people to react that way." Jungwoo slowly strokes your cheek with his thumb.

"It took centuries to make Nayeon pretty, but it took one look at you for my breath to be taken away." He smiles softly as tears well in your eyes. "No conditioning needed."

The way his lips felt against yours after he said something so touching was inexplicable. You felt an ever-present warmth as you embraced each other.  

"Thank you."

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As you looked in the mirror, you smile. It felt nice to finally wear the set that had been collecting dust in your closet. You straighten your purse strap before walking out of the bathroom.

"I'm ready." You take Jisoo's hand with a big smile. She returns one, eyes crinkling.

"Do you want some boba?"

"Hmm..." You think to yourself as the both of you walk to the car. "I'm actually craving StayC's."

"Ooh, that's a good idea."

You part ways to get in on either side of your car. You travel what some may consider an unreasonable distance, but those people haven't had StayC's. Plus, with you and Jisoo belting bubblegum pop like no one's listening, it was at least an eventful trip. The two of you clear your throats as you exit the parked vehicle.

"What're you getting?" Jisoo asks as she pushes open the door. You enter behind her.

"I'm thinking an Americano. Or maybe-" You freeze as you pick up your head. Your smile fades when you see Johnny in the distance.

"Shit. Should we go somewhere else." Jisoo spins around, feet pointed towards the door. There's a chance that Johnny will strike up a conversation and you had nothing to say to him. You weren't exactly fired up to make a scene or put him in his place either. It'd just be awkward, and you'd probably end up being nice as a result of it. As you debate whether to stay or go, Johnny looks back and locks eyes with you.

The soft sadness in his eyes brings back memories.

"___, I don't wanna go back in there." Johnny hugs himself, looking at the floor he was sitting on.

"Johnny get up! I'm tired of letting them win! If we just go out there and show them that we don't care what they think then we can eat in the cafeteria again!" You were huffing wildly. Seeing that they hurt Johnny's feelings always made you that way. You wished they'd just make fun of you.

"Can't we... can't we just eat in here?" Johnny finally looks up and your heart shatters into a million pieces. Just by looking at his eyes, you could tell how emotionally exhausted he was. Your demeanor softens as you crouch in front of him.

"If only I could stop them from ever making you sad again."

Feeling powerless, you collapse to your knees onto the granite tiles. Your bottom lip trembles as tears stream down your cheeks.

"I gonna make you smile again." He hugs your shoulders, tears seeping through your shirt.

You kept your promise. You introduced him to Taeyong, and soon you both were able to eat in the cafeteria again. And after all that, all you've been through, he's okay with taking your smile away.

"No, we're getting StayC's."

You grab Jisoo's hand and get in line.

"We're ignoring him." You state calmly, keeping your eyes forward. Jisoo glances at him before facing the menu.

"Let's both get frapps."

"That sounds so good." Jisoo rubs her hands together. "With whipped cream too." Jisoo looks at you and you nod.

"Now I'm excited. Their whipped cream is so rich. I haven't had it since I started high school." Your smile is wide as you rummage through your purse.

"I'll cover both of us, 'Soo."

It's been a while since you felt so free. Like a bird out of a cage.  If this is what it felt like to surround yourself with people who love you, you don't understand why you didn't do it sooner. If only you had a time machine.

"Um..."

You hear Johnny's voice beside you and your happiness falters. You feared that he was trying to rope you back in, and the chance that it might just work with the right amount of remorse.

It won't change. Remember that.

"Yes, Johnny." You say, patience running thin already.

"I know that we're not friends anymore, but I just thought I should warn you that the others know you've been secretly hanging with Mark and Taeyong."

The both of you turn to face Johnny.

"What?! They promised not to tell you guys!"

Johnny really felt hurt that you didn't want him to know, but deep down he understood why. He clenched his jaw.

"They didn't. I heard you in the background when I called Taeyong."

He pauses, clenching his drink before continuing. You furrow your eyebrows as you assume the worst. He wouldn't tell them and come report it to you as if he didn't cause the mess. He may have been an asshole, but he wasn't evil. And he clearly doesn't look jealous. Just regretful... and tired.

"The others... they found out because of Nayeon."

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completely unedited and inspired by a conversation with @peachjaem00 enjoy.

6:36am

the sun peaked through the sheer curtains of your window, causing your boyfriend to stir slightly moving away from the sun. you smiled as you brushed his hair out of his face, just admiring him. his lips pink and slightly hung open. you leaned down pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, watching his lips stir into a soft smile before you continued. kisses covering his nose, cheeks, forehead. softer kisses pressing against his jaw as you ran your hand over his sides slowly. the kiss assault to his face causing him to let out giggles as his hands came to hold your waist. “good morning to you too…” he let out a lazy smile and pressed a final kiss to your lips before nuzzling against your chest chasing sleep again.

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12:34am — j.sc

genre: angst // ☆ﾟbenji — miraa may // wc: 378

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“i can’t go on like this any longer,” the words slipped from his lips so smoothly. you couldn’t believe what you just heard. is he serious right now? your head racing with many thoughts, different responses, scenarios per second. you’re stuck.

“can we at least talk about it?” no response. his face unchanged. he doesn’t seem to care for your feelings. for you. things were going great, just an hour ago, the two of you were laughing and holding hands as you walked around the park. “sungchan..please,” you plead. tears start to swell in your eyes and your voice cracks at your next words. “i’m not understanding.”

sungchan stares at you, deeply, for quiet a while. listening to beg for an answer to your questions. beg for him to help you understand the situation. for instant closure. the things he can’t give to you. he’s fully aware of what he’s doing, it hurts him the most.

he turns his head to look away from you, fearing he’ll break if he continues to watch you like this. “look,” he takes a deep breath. “this just aren’t working out anymore.” he’s never given you a reason for the most serious things, so you have no idea why you’re crying right now. holding onto his hand for as long as you can. you refuse to believe him. it can’t be right.

“i don’t believe you. you promised.” a tear slips from your lash line onto your hot cheek. the suffocating feeling, you can’t take it anymore. “you promised that you-“

like a surge of energy- tick, tick, boom, he’s snapped, “i know what i promised you! you don’t have to remind me. so, please. enough already. i’m tired of you crying. i’m tired of-“ he pauses and takes a deep breath before continuing. contemplating if he should go on. if it’s worth your feelings. “i’m seeing someone.” i guess it is.

your grip on his hand loosens. he’s hesitant to react, to hold yours tighter, to take it all back. but decides to take your hand off of his, putting it to your side. your head not lifting once after registering the words that just came from his mouth.

tick, tick, boom. what is there to do? you’re gone for good.

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Seven Sundays

- Six childhood friends were once inseparable. Having spent most of the youth together, they grew up apart. Living each of their lives that they have never made time to reunite just like how when they were still young. But what if one of them is diagnosed with terminal illness and had only seven weeks to live?

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.childhood friends, love triangle, fluff, angst, tagalog-english au; mentions of sickness and death, cursing, lying, not proofread, please let me know if there are still more!

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.my first long fic for the @hiraya-m collab event! this is inspired by one of my favorite movies, "Seven Sundays". most of the plot is from the movie but I also changed up some of the story and also quite rushed :<< anyway, enjoy!!

apov.

Small hands scribble slowly on the piece of paper. Carefully yet the penmanship was quite messy. Bata pa nga lang naman. Nang masundan ng isa pang paslit, nagsulat rin siya ng kaniyang sariling litrato. Coming into the scene, three more children squeeze their selves to write their own letters. Pawis, busabos dahil sa kakalaro sa ilalim ng matirik na araw.

Hindi man sila magkapatid sa dugo, ngunit nahanap nila ang isa't-isa sa munting bayan na kanilang sinilangan. Parating nasa labas naglalaro ng kung ano man ang kanilang maisipan. Uuwi na madungis, minsan purisigidong maglalaro hanggang gabi kahit hindi na kumain ng kanilang hapunan.

Madalas silang nagsasama at nagsusulat ng mga litrato at ihuhulog sa isang malaking lata na dating nilalaman ng mga biskwit. Sa kanilang paglaki, ito ay pinaplano nilang buksan para mabalikan ang kanilang maaliwalas na kabataan.

reader.

It was Sunday. Feeling heat brush upon my face, rays poking my body awake, my eyes opened to another day. I smiled, 'Birthday ko na'. Getting up, a large smile is plastered on my face as I stretch my limbs and let out a yawn to start the day. Looking beside my bed, a photo of my parents who also had their big toothy grins to greet me 'good morning'.

"Good morning Tatay, good morning Nanay. 28 na panganay niyo. Bilis no? Ano ba yan di na talaga ako bata. Magtetrenta na rin dalawang taon nalang." I slightly scrunch my face in cringe upon the realization before letting out a sigh. I quickly grab my phone from my bed and rush downstairs.

As always, my younger brother Jeno was there to greet me. "Good morning birthday girl." He flashes his eye smile as I reflect his expression. I dash to him and give him the biggest hug, "Salamat bunso. Good morning din sayo."

He chuckles, "Sige na ate, kain ka na dyan. Nagluto ako paborito mong almusal."

I sit down, eyeing the scrumptious food he made. "Angas mo naman Jeno. Bakit ka nandito? Maghanap ka na ng asawa mo."

He laughs at my remark, "Wag na kawawa ka naman ikaw naman yung mawawalan ng kasama. Forever singl-"

"Birthday ko ngayon punyeta ka."

"Di sabi ko nga kain ka na diyan. Enjoy ate." He cooed at me jokingly as he sits down beside me, earning a smack on the head from me. "Aray!"

I open my phone, dozens of notifications going off and popping up into my screen. Lifting my thumb to open the first message only to be interrupted by a call.

'Tumbang Preso Gang'

I smile widely as I accept the call. "Uy Ningning!"

"Hoy beh! Happy birthday! Anak, remember your Tita Y/N? It's her birthday today come on greet her. Dali!" Napatawa ako ng marinig ang nagdadaliang paa. A young face appears on the screen and with enthusiasm she greets, "Happy Birthday Tita!"

"Thank you pamangkin. Anlaki mo na! Pag bumisita kayo I'll treat you to Jollibee, okay?"

As I chat with Ningning and my niece another person joins the call.

"Hi mga panget, happy birthday sa araw ng kapanganakan mo, Y/N."

"Salamat ah, Winwin." I roll my eyes at his weird greeting to be quickly replaced with a smile after. Not long after, another one joins the call.

"Happy birthday!"

I chuckle in glee for their warm greeting. "Salamat Taeyong! Bibisita ba kayo? Lulutan namin kayo ni Jeno ng pagkain!"

The call fell silent.

"Ano kasi, may work pa ako."

"Nasa business trip pa."

"May pasok pa ako at ng anak ko."

My smile stayed on my face while the brightness on my eyes fell clouded with disappointment but I wanted to understand.

"Sorry." They all said. I try to lift up the corners of my lips to the biggest grin I could, "Okay lang! Buti nga di niyo nalimutan na birthday ko eh." I chuckle and we quickly tried to catch up with each others lives before our call came to an end.

I sigh, looking down at the plate of food that didn't seem so appetizing as earlier.

"Okay lang yan ate. Pasyal tayo mamaya, hm? Libre na kita."

Napangiti ako uli sa mga salita ng aking kapatid, tinaas ko ang aking kamay at ginambala ang kaniyang itim na buhok. "Sweet mo naman wag ka masyado peke. Miss ko tuloy pagtrato mo saken palagi."

"Ate buhok ko!"

"Sorry na magtatampo na bunso namin. Nako bibisitahin rin natin sila Papa at Mama. Bukas ka na magalit sakin." Jeno rolls his eyes with a grin.

scene change.

They arrive at their parents' grave. Sitting on the stone chair that was built beside the tomb. The girl sighs as she opens her tumbler, pouring some water into a white vase that stood on top of the lapida.

"Hi Pa, Ma. Nandito na kami ni Jeno." She coos as Jeno joins to sit beside her.

"Mama inubos ni ate pera ko multuhin mo nga." Sumbong ng nakababata, earning a playful shove from his sister.

"Oy di naman sobra ka ha."

They continue to bicker in front of their parents' tomb, as if they were really there to watching them. As if, they were children again under their parents' loving gazes. Telling stories, anecdotes to the marbled lapida in front of them, reminiscing their childhood.

timeskip.

It was already 10PM, the moon shone and the stars sparkled brightly along with the humming of crickets. Y/N watched whatever show the television offered while Jeno was cleaning up.

"Ginreet ka ba ate ni Kuya Doyoung?" Tanong ni Jeno na nasa kusina.

She sighs in disappointment, "Hindi nga eh. Ghoster talaga yang kaibigan ko."

"Oh talaga kaibigan ba?" Asar ng binata at siya'y tinignan ng masama ng kaniyang ate.

Hearing the refrigerator open, her ears perked up. As if a meerkat, she sits up and stretches her neck to see her brother putting the cake they bought earlier aside already.

"Jeno!" She called, startling the younger.

"Oh?! Ano ba yan ate nakakagulat ka." He places a hand over his heart as he holds the box of cake in his other hand.

"Wag mo muna itabi yung cake! Baka may dumating pa. Ikaw naman. May dalawang oras pa oh di pa tapos birthday ko." She huffed.

"Mm sige." He closed the ref, and placed the cake on the table.

Just at the right time, the doorbell rang.

"Oh diba sabi ko sa iyo eh."

A grin finds it way in her face, 'Sabi ko na eh.'

Dashing to the door, she opens it to reveal a man holding a bouquet of yellow roses. Pleased with the gift, yet she still felt a little disappointed upon seeing the person.

"Doc? Napabisita ka!"

"Good evening Y/N, happy birthday." He hands the flowers to her that she gladly accepts as she quickly sniffs the flowery scent.

"Salamat po! Pasok ka-"

"Hindi na. May kailangan lang ako sabihin sa iyo."

Her eyebrows furrowed, "Ano po iyun?"

timeskip.

"Ano?"

"Baka mamaya nagtatampo ka lang kasi di kami pumunta nung birthday mo."

"May nakatago ba na camera baka kasi pinaprank mo lang kami. Di nakakatuwa yan."

"It's true. I'm dying. Stage 4 Lung Cancer. 2-3 months more to live." Said Y/N. Ningning rises from her seat, walking towards her to envelop her in a tight hug. "Hindi pwede! Ayoko!" Tumawa lamang ang babae at niyakap rin si Ningning na paiyak na.

"Baka mamaya mali ang diagnosis sayo. We need to get a second opinion. Kukuha tayo ng magaling na doctor sa Manila." Wika ni Winwin, receiving a shrug from the sick girl as a response. "We don't even have enough for my medication. Masaya na rin naman ako sa buhay ko. Okay na ako. Sasamahan ko na ang Tatay at Nanay." Feeling hands on her shoulders, soft yet grasping, she looks up to see her younger brother smiling yet his eye smile was not evident.

"Money is not the issue here. Ang importante gumaling ka."

"Ayoko papanget ako sa chemotherapy radiation etcetera na yan. Sayang naman yung natitira kong ganda no." She joked but no one seemed to be quite amused with her statement. She sighs and continues, "Basta. Wag na tayo magpagamot. I'm okay with the life I've lived already."

"Ayaw mo ba gumaling?" Winwin asked, raising his voice a bit.

"Eh kung gusto niya bat hindi natin siya pagbigyan." Sagot ni Doyoung.

"That's what I have been doing all my life if you haven't noticed."

"Oh talaga?"

The two men stare each other down with daggers coming from their eyes as the tension in the silence rises. Jeno clears his throat to cut off the heated atmosphere, "Botohan nalang!" He suggests.

"Pwede!", pagsang-ayon ni Y/N. "Sino gusto na magpasecond opinion ako?"

Itinaas ni Ningning at Doyoung ang kanilang kamay.

"Okay, sino ngayon gusto na pagbigyan ako?"

Si Jeno at si Winwin naman ang nagtaas ng kamay.

"Ay kailangan ng tie breaker- ayun oh! Sakto!" Their heads turn to a pink haired guy who shrugs, not knowing anything as he has just arrived.

"What's up?" Tanong ni Taeyong.

"'What's up?' Kung mas maaga ka you'll know what's up." Sagot ni Winwin na naiinis na.

"Nagbobotohan lang kami kung dapat bang magpapa-second opinion o hindi. Kami ni Ningning magpapa-second opinion, si Jeno at si Doyoung pagbibigyan nalang si Y/N." Sabi ni Winwin.

"Buhay niya, choice niya." Taeyong chooses and the decision was made as he sits on a vacant chair. Y/N smiles at the view, "Parang lalong ayaw ko na magpagamot ah."

"Ha?" Taka ni Winwin.

"I like what I see. Ito lang naman ang gusto ko eh. Yung kompleto tayo. Sa ngayon, gusto ko kompleto tayo bago niyo ako dalhin sa St. Peter. Tutal, pitong linggo nalang. Hm?"

timeskip.

It was the second Sunday and the siblings have just finished buying their grocery. It was a cute and pleasant time for the brother and sister until a ringer goes of obnoxiously loud. The people that passed by gave them glares, eyes darting toward Jeno's pocket where he kept his phone.

"Sorry, sorry. Peace lang hehe." He fishes his phone from his pocket and answers the call.

"Ano ba yan di ba yan naka-vibrate?"

He continues to talk on the phone as they walk around. There was not much for his sister to pick up from the call as he only responded with words and intonations that agreed.

"..Mhm? Sige bye!", he signs off and ends the call. He shoves his phone back into his pocket and clings onto his sister as they walk.

"Ay! Ate sorry may kailangan pala akong bilhin. Check ko dito ah!" And he runs off to nowhere before she even speaks a word.

It took him quite long before he was back.

"Ano binili mo?" Tanong ng kaniyang kapatid at nagpatuloy sa paglalakad.

"Hindi nga eh. Wala ako nahanap." He frowned and sighed.

"Ano ba kasi yu-"

"Shet ate sandale natatae ako!" Iyak ni Jeno na hindi na matiis-tiis.

"Ano? Di pa naman tayo kumakain kaya nga naggrocery eh!" Sagot ng kaniyang kapatid na naiinis na sa kaniyang mga pinagsasabi.

"Sandali di ko na talaga kaya. Hanap ako cr ah!"

At tumakbo nanaman siya sa kawalan. Nagtagal nanaman siya at nagtataka na ang kaniyang kapatid sa panay pag-alis ng binata.

Tumayo lamang ang babae sa gilid upang di makaharang sa daan at hindi rin siya magmukhang batang nawalay sa kaniyang mga magulang. Maya-maya dumating na siya sa kaniyang tabi.

"Ano? Okay na?"

"Oo ate. Pero ayaw mo ba mag-gala muna? Laki ng mall oh!" Pagyaya ni Jeno na hinihila ang nakatatanda sa kalagitnaan ng mall.

"Ayoko na. Halika na uwi na tayo magluluto pa tayo." Napakamot ng ulo si Jeno ng hindi gumana ang kaniyang palusot upang magtagal sa loob ng mall. Tumuloy nga naman sila sa biyahe pag-uwi at buhat-buhat ang kanilang mga pinamili. Pagtawid sa madaming kalye, pagdaan sa maiitim na usok ng mga jeep, malapit na rin silang makarating sa kanilang bahay. Ng papalapit, napansin ni Y/N ang dami ng kotse na nakatigil sa harapan ng kanilang bahay. Nagtaka siya at naramdaman na kumulo ang kaniyangv dugo sa balahura na pagpapark sa harap ng bahay. Nagdadabog siya sa kaniyang paglakad patungo sa bahay nila.

"Ate-"

"Tignan mo yan Jeno, sino nagsabi sa kaniya na pwede magpark dyan. Walang disi-"

Seeing balloons displayed by the posts of their porch, chairs and table covered in white cloth organized by the garage, a two-tiered cake standing proud by the catering, and warm loving smiles from familiar faces.

"Happy Belated Birthday Y/N!" They greeted in chorus, as they hold onto the long banner that greeted her a great birthday as well.

"Kayo talaga!" Cried the birthday girl, feeling touched by the sweet surprise as she wipes a tear that couldn't help but fall in glee.

Everyone came running to the girl, enveloping her in a loving embrace. "Thank you sa inyong lahat."

They pull away to see her face as they still kept their arms around her, they cherish this moment the friends reunited once again.

"Ay! Yung cake dali!"

Taeyong rushes to the catering and grabs the cake while one of the waiters light a fire on the candle that stood in the middle of the dessert. He stands in front of the birthday girl with a wide smile and said, "Ayan magwish ka na!"

Tumingin siya sa kaniyang paligid, kaliwa't kanan ay mukha ng kaniyang mga minamahal. Kompleto sila sa masayang pagsasaluhan na ito. Ngumiti siya at napatingin sa kandila nya muli. Ipinikit nya ng mahigpit ang kaniyang mga mata at sa muling pagbukas nito hinipan niya na ang munting apoy sa kandila. Nagpalakpakan ang lahat at itinuloy na ang pagsaluhan.

Naupo na si Y/N sa isang lamesa maya't-maya'y sinundan ng kaniyang mga kaibigan na daling naglakad papunta sa kaniya.

"Beh! Eto o liempo!"

"Crispy Pata at your service." Followed by Taeyong with Doyoung quietly trailing beside him.

"Grabe 'to ansarap!"

"Huy ano ba yan. 'Wag yan! Dapat ito salad, sabi ng research maganda daw ang fish veggies- hindi yung puro ganyan!" Winwin scolded while getting food from the catering. Y/N sighed as the two in front of her were in disbelief. "Gusto mo ng fruits?" Alok ni Winwin.

"Beh, fruits?" Ningning questioned.

"Eh kung ako naman masusunod gusto ko ito." Sagot ni Y/N at itinuro ang mag pagkain na nakalatag sa lamesa.

"Oh! Ito na daw eh!"

Winwin scoffed at their actions, "Wow ako nalang ba talaga may pakielam sa kaibigan natin? Parang gusto niyo na siya mamatay diyan eh."

"Eh talagang mamamatay naman ako eh. Wala nang bawal-bawal. Para masaya naman mga natitira kong araw dito diba?" Y/N retorted as she digs in to the food.

"Edi sana di na pala ako nagpa-cater." Winwin whispered under his breath but it was not left unheard by Taeyong.

"Sino ba kasi nagsabi magpa-cater ka? Dapat kasi nagtatanong ka diba?" Doyoung answered back, shaking his head.

"Pwede naman kasing half-half diba?" Alok ni Taeyong ngunit pinigilan siya ni Ningning na magsalita pa.

"Ikaw naman lagi masusunod."

"Oh ano nanaman? Andami mong kaso sakin. Parang matagal na to ah." Before the argument could even heat up more, Y/N stands up with her seat loudly scratching on the cement before walking inside the house.

"Ayan nagwalk na tuloy. Masaya na kayo?" Ningning sighed as she leans back on her chair, eyeing the two who ruined the mood.

"Susundan ko siya."

"Ako na pupunta."

Winwin and Doyoung stopped in their tracks as they spoke at the same time.

"Wag na ako na." Ningning pushes her way out of the two to follow after her friend.

"Hoy!" Their eyes dart towards Jeno who was also waiting by their door, "Halika'yo mag-usap tayo." He said as he proceeds into their house. Winwin shoots Doyoung another glare before he follows inside.

scene change.

The three were silent in the dining room. The uncomfortable atmosphere surrounds them, rather it was suffocating. Later on, they heard footsteps nearing and their heads turned to the staircase where it was coming from.

Ningning joins them along with Taeyong who appeared from the kitchen.

"Kamusta siya?" Doyoung asks.

"Ayun, okay lang."

"So pwede na siya kausapin?" Winwin questions as well as he rises from his seat.

"Pero ano gusto niya muna mapag-isa muna para makapagpahinga." Ningning answers and Winwin sits down again.

"So ano na?"

"Edi ayun mukhang mamamatay mag-isa yung kapatid ko." Jeno earned glares from all of the friends and he chuckles. "Ay sorry, na-offend ko ba kayo? Akala ko okay lang sa inyo eh."

"Gago siyempre hindi." Winwin says.

"Eh yun naman pala eh. Bakit parang ang bigat-bigat sa inyo na isantabi muna mga bubog niyo sa isa't-isa? Tutal pito--hindi anim nalang na linggo nalang meron siya. Siguro magplastikan nalang kaya kayo?" Jeno suggests, earning a hum from the others. It's worth the shot, especially if it was for their dear childhood friend.

"Ako kaya ko." Doyoung agrees. Ningning forces a smile and places her hand at the center of the table, looking at the other in anticipation. They all followed, putting their hands on top of each other. Jeno was the last to join in, sealing the agreement.

timeskip.

It was the third sunday, the alarm rings to wake up Y/N. Weakly, she turns the sound off and groans. Sighing, she sits up groggily and forced a smile at the picture frame before her.

"Morning Pa, Ma."

She leaves her room, heading downstairs. A running child making her stop in her tracks. "Nak! Careful ha?" She hears coming from the dining room. She continues her way down to see Ningning preparing the table for breakfast.

"Oh! Gising ka na? Good morning!" She greets oddly loud and rushes to her friend to give her an embrace.

The boys peep from the kitchen and hid again to rush each other. They came out of the door one-by-one greeting their dear friend who had just woke and confused.

"Morning bff."

"Good morning."

"Morning!"

She stares in awe at the food that they carried to place on the wooden furniture.

"Good morning-- sandale ano ito?" Y/N asked, still surprised with their sudden gesture.

"Well kasi, gusto namin bumawi sa ginawa namin nung nakaraang linggo." Doyoung says, sparing Winwin a glance and a smile who reflected his actions.

She hums, grinning to herself. Feeling quite touched with their amends.

"Oh ano! Kain na!"

They all took a seat, Doyoung naturally finding a seat beside Y/N, not noticing Winwin who didn't look as pleases but remembered to keep up with their act for the sake of their friend and sat beside him. Ningning was trying to call her child back to eat with them as she sits, Jeno placed the last plate of food on the table before taking a seat beside her. Taeyong was sat between Jeno and Y/N.

They removed the foil covering the food one-by-one.

"Kayo nagluto niyo?" Y/N was in awe as she looks at the scrumptious food, freshly cooked with steam coming from it.

"Oo kami pa!" They chuckled and then started to dig into their breakfast.

Exchanging juicy stories as they listen keenly, laughing at jokes heartily, it was a good time during this late morning.

scene change.

It was almost midnight yet they still filled the home with their laughs and yells as they played a game of cards. Although it was pleasant to feel so much joy especially with them complete, Y/N felt the need to take a break to take a breather.

"Hoy! Touch-move ka dugas-"

"Guys, labas lang ako ah pahangin ako." She interrupts and excuses herself while still trying to suppress her laughter. Earning hums and nods instead as they were still busy arguing over the game.

Slowly standing up, she walks towards the porch, walking past the door that was left open to welcome the night's breeze. She crosses her arms against her chest and deeply inhales. Her eyes stare towards the shimmered black sky. The moon proudly shining over the stars. Soon, maybe she'll be seeing the same sky in her next life or maybe, she'd be in another world where people didn't have to suffer and go.

Her thoughts were cut off by her phone ringing in her pocket. Jumping as she wasd startled but soon re3covered to take the phone call.

"Good evening doc!" She greets warmly.

"Uy good evening!"

"Ano po iyun, doc?"

"Good news! It was just a misdiagnosis. You just have TB infection but- madaling magamot, hindi nakakahawa, at better news, you can live for decades pa! Baka nga maabutan mo pa ang senior citizen card mo eh!" She lightens up at the news, even laughing along with her doctor.

"Ay buti naman doc!"

"Sige iyun lag naman pero wag masyado pakampante. I also apologize for the worry I caused pero eat healthy and live healty ha?"

"Opo! Salamat po!" Isa nanamang ngiti ang muling nagpakita sa kaniyang mukha habang binubulsa muli ang kaniyang cell phone.

"Ate si doc ba yun?" Jeno appears out of nowhere at ginulat ang kanyang ate ng muntikan na rin siya masapak ng nakakatanda. "Puta Jeno- oo si doc yun!" Kaniyang pagalit na sabi habang tiniginan ng masama ang bunso.

"Sorry naman. Oh ano daw sabi?"

"Misdiagnosis lang pala. Tuberculosis lang tas hindi nakakahawa." Sabi ni Y/N. Laking tuwa ng kaniyang kapatid at niyakap siya ng kay higpit. "Makakasama pa kita ate?" Bulong ni Jeno habang nakasulok ang kaniyang ulo sa leeg ni Y/N.

"Oo bunso." She pulls away from the hug and smiles at her brother.

"Ano na sabihan natin si-" Bago pa man makagalaw si Jeno, hinawakan ni Y/N ang kaniyang braso upang pigilan siya. "Wag."

"Huh?"

"Tignan mo." The girl's eyes darted towards her friends who were already playing a new game. "Kung nalaman nilang mabubuhay pa ako ng matagal sa tingin mo magsasama pa ulit kami ng ganito?"

Hindi nakasagot ang nakakabata ngunit sa kaloob-looban niya, masasabik lang rin siya muli sa kanilang pagsasama ulit na magkababata.

"Pero ate-"

"Hayaan lang natin ang mga pangyayari. Ayoko pa bitawan itong meron tayo ngayon." She stares into nothing, deep in thought once again.

"Beh!" Ningning calls, "Sino tumawag?"

"Ah wala si doc lang. Nangangmusta." She forces a smile before walking back to them.

"Oh so ano itong laro natin?"

scene change.

Everyone was still awake at 2AM, snacking on chips and biscuits to let the night go by. They were complete at the dining table but Doyoung stands up to excuse himself. Y/N's eyes followed him as he goes upstairs. Debating with herself whether to follow him or just save her words for another day, she fidgets with her fingers.

Ngunit tumayo rin siya para sundan ang binata. Umakyat siya sa mga hagdan, "Doyoung!"

Lumingon ang lalaki, "Hm?"

"Pwede ka ba muna dito?"

"A-ano ibig mong sabihin?" Doyoung now turns around, facing the girl as he towers her being three steps ahead of her.

"Stay here please...until I die." Her eyes never left his, pleading for his acceptance as he steps down to get closer.

"Pero bakit ako?

"Basta. Just stay for the remaining weeks or even live here after. Please?" He couldn't say no, gulping a lump in his throat before giving in as he nodded. "I will."

Soon he was wrapped in her arms, his broad body squeezed in such a tight hug. Feeling awkward, he brings a hand up to caress the top of her head. "I missed you. Ang tagal mong hindi nagparamdam."

"It's okay. I'm here now and I'm sorry." They enjoyed this moment, savoring the touch of the other but they can't admit it. Nothing exactly stopped them. but it definitely would hurt more if they tried. As all these happened, listening ears hid under the stairs. He pursed his lips as he felt a sharp pain coming straight to his heart.

timeskip.

It was the fourth sunday. The waves gently pushed themselves to the shore, the shattered reflection of the moon sparkled, the white sand felt soft under their feet. They were all sat around a bonfire, its heat warming them up in this chilly night.

"Asan na yung barbecue? Di pa rin luto?" Tanong ni Taeyong kay Jeno na nag-iihaw pa ng kanilang makakain.

"Grabe kuya nagmamadali pasensya na ha." Jeno responded na pinahalata ang pagkapilosopo sa kaniyang boses ngunit tumawa lang ang lahat sa kanilang dalawa.

Umupo si Y/N sa harap ng apoy ng may dala-dalang malaking lata. Naglakihan ang mga mata ng kaniyang mga kaiigan ng mamukhaan nila ang latang ito.

"Buhay pa yan?!" Bulalas ni Ningning at nagdaliang umupo sa tabi ng kaniyang kaibigan.

"Syempre! Oh ngayon habang naghihintay pa tayo sa ihaw, balikan natin mga kabataan natin." Wika ng babae habang binubuksan ang lata.

"Tita what's that?"

"That's a capsule that we put letters in, like a diary but the catch is we get to read it in the future. Di nga namin akalain na nasa Tita Y/N mo pa rin yan." Paliwanag ni Doyoung sa anak ni Ningning.

"And we already have come to that future so...pwede na siya basahin." Dagdag ni Winwin na nakatayo sa likuran ni Y/N.

"Tama! So bubunot ako, babasahin ko, tas hulaan natin kung sino nagsulat. Game?"

Inalog ng babae ang lata ng matagal at saka siya kumuha ng isang litrato habang nakapikit. Ng nakakuha na siya, minulat niya ang kaniyang mga mata at nakita ang hawak-hawak niyang nakatuping pahina ng yellow pad. Binuklat niya ito ng dahan-dahan at saka binasa:

"Dear future, hinahanap ko mga kaibigan ko pero umalis sila lahat. Magyayaya sana ako ng ice cream sa tindahan ni Aling Maria dahil hindi papayag ako mama ko na walang akong kasama. Meron namang laging next time!"

Napa-isip ang lahat at tumahimik sila.

"Hmm.. di kaya si Ningning yan?" Hula ni Taeyong na kumakain na ng barbecue.

"Weh pano mo nasabi?" Asar ng babae at napatawa ang lahat. "Char lang, ako nga iyan. Ayan kasi mga mang-iiwan." Jokingly, the girl rolls her eyes, earning teasing from her friends.

"Sorry na beh." Niyakap siya ni Y/N ng mahigpit, "Lilibre kita ng ice cream, hm?" She pouted and of course, Ning couldn't resist her friend as she hugged her back. "Okay na yan jusko. Matagal na yan. Oh ano, next na!"

And as she sad, Y/N shakes the capsule again but this time she raises the capsule above her head, "Win, ikaw pumili." The man doesas she said, closing his eyes as he picks up a letter as well.

He opens his eyes to see white paper this time, unfolding the letter and clearing his throat before he reads:

"Dear future, nagugustuhan ko na yata ang kaibigan ko. Hindi ko alam kung kailan pa ito pero, sa mga nakaraang araw para siyang kumikinang sa aking mata. Bumibilis ang pagtibok ng aking puso kapag kasama siya pero mukhang...may gusto rin siya sa iba? Tatanggapin ko nalang ba ang inilaan para sa amin? Na magkaibigan lang?"

They all wore knowing smiles, suppressing their giggles while one of them was flushed in embarrassment.

"Oh my god naalala ko 'to!" Ningning couldn't help but laugh out loud as she repeatedly hit the girl beside her.

"Ning! Ano ba may sakit ako tas panay hampas mo lang!" Y/N scolded playfully but Ningning obliged to stop.

"Ay sensya na pero ayun nga," She swallows a lump in her throat to calm down, "Si Kuya Win ata yan."

"Ay oo! Yung love triangle!" Dagdag ni Jeno which made all of them burst out in laughter, except the said love triangle.

"Si Doyoung gusto nito diba?" Taeyong asks while pointing at Y/N.

"Ano ba yan ang tagal na niyan. Wag niyo na ibalik." Winwin cries as he rolled his eyes but he only earned knowing hums.

"Weh matagal na nga ba?"

The teasing went on for a while and the three felt quite uncomfortable. Doyoung, who was sitting across the sick girl, noticed how quiet she went and decided to speak up.

"Huy, ano ba awat na nga yan. Sobra na yan." Silence quickly overcame them, the sound of crickets and gentle crashing of waves were suddenly resounding.

Jeno noticed the sudden tension in the atmosphere, clearing his throat to speak up, "Oh ano next na!"

timeskip.

It was a busy fifth sunday at quarter to midnight. Folded mattresses lying on the floor topped with pillows, comforters, and thick blankets.

"Jeno!" The girl called for the boy who was in the kitchen, busy making late night snacks.

"Ano?" He responded.

"Malapit na daw sila!" He only hummed as a reply as he sped up in making the food.

She walks outside to their porch, feeling the familiar night's breeze once again. Noticing how the moon was on it's other phase, 'Quarter moon siguro?' She thought.

"Maganda nga naman talaga tignan ang bitui't buwan, no?" Doyoung chimes in, startling the girl who was busy sky watching.

"Ano ba yan, Doyoung! Walang warning?" Natawa ang lalaki sa banat niya, iniiling-iling ang ulo habang nakangiti. "Over mo ha."

Her eyes widened at his remark, "Ikaw talaga. Kung di ka lang gwapo eh." She mutters the last sentence under her breath but it still couldn't go unnoticed by the lad.

"Ano?"

"Wala."

And they went quiet, it was rather comfortable to have each other's presence watched under sight of the shimmered black sky. Doyoung turns his back against the stone fence, leaning on it and sighing.

A question pops up in her head as she copies the latter's actions, " Doyoung may tanong ako?"

"Hm?"

"Kayo ba ni Winwin...nag-aaway pa rin? Nung high school pa tayo nagkaroon ng gulo pero, di na kayo nagkakasundo." He didn't know what to say. In all reality, even after the events during highschool they never seemed to get along anymore. Maybe until now, none of them have thought of giving up on their feelings. Their arguments always held meaning, defining some jealousy and betrayal buried deep in their words.

"Ayaw mo ba gumaling?" Winwin asked, raising his voice a bit.

"Eh kung gusto niya bat hindi natin siya pagbigyan." Sagot ni Doyoung.

"That's what I have been doing all my life if you haven't noticed."

He gulps, finding the right words to say, "Madami rin namang nagbago. High school pa nga naman tayo noon, lumipas ang oras at lahat tayo nagkaroon ng pagbabago."

She nodded, just accepting the answer that she received.

"Ikaw. Di ka na nagkajowa pagkatapos mong magconfess ah?" He teased, his gummy smile evident and she felt heat rush in her cheeks, her head hung low to hide it from him.

"Ano ba! Antagal na rin nun."

Later on, they hear a car nearing. Slowly it appears on their driveway to park and the engine was then quieted down.

The car door opens and the person gets off, revealing Ningning who was in her pajamas already.

"Hi beh!" She excitedly greets, they dashed together to give each other a tight hug. As if they didn't see each other last week.

"Hi! Ayos ah ready ka na talaga sa sleepover." Y/N pulls away from the hug and smirked as she looks up an down at Ningning's flowery pink pajamas. "Oo syempre no. Saves time ren." She winked and they giggled as they walked towards the house,

"Saan pala pamangkin ko?" The girl asks as they walked,

"Ay may sarili ding sleepover yun. Nag-eenjoy yun with friends." Ningning answered and sees Doyoung waiting by the porch.

"Oh? Aga mo ah."

"Ay h-hindi kasi-"

"Oo gulat nga rin ako ang aga niya eh. Excited masyado?" She covered up for Doyoung who couldn't answer right away and he felt a wave of relief. The girl also pushes Ning to proceed inside as she distracts her with more questions.

Soon, Winwin and Taeyong arrived and they were gathered in the living room to watch a movie.

Winwin and Ningning were comfortable on the couch, and below them sat the remaining three on the mattress while Jeno sat on the lounge chair.

They all silently watched the movie, its genre leaning on romance and comedy. No one uttered a word, unless to comment, laugh, or asking to reach for the snacks.

A phone rang, breaking the silence. They all groaned hearing the ear-splitting alarm.

"Huy kanino yan!" Taeyong complained as Doyoung frantically fishes his phone to pick up the call.

"Oo na eto na nga eh."

'Ninong'

"Ay si Ninong tumatawag." He informs to all of them but the name was unfamiliar.

"Si Dok, ninong ko yun diba? Oh sandale, excuse me lang. Nood lang kayo diyan." He excuses himself and stands up to answer the call.

Y/N's breath hitched, she stands up and rushed to follow after Doyoung.

"Ninong?"

"Hi Doyoung. Kamustahin ko lang si Y/N. Di kasi sumasagot, pati rin yung kapatid niya hindi eh."

"Ah ganun po ba? Okay naman po siya." He answers, looking back at Y/N who was standing behind him. Looking oddly pale.

"Ahh okay sige. Check mo lang rin kung iniinom na niya yung gamot sa bagong reseta. TB infection lang naman eh."

"Po?"

"TB. Sinabi ko na yan sa kaniya two weeks ago. Madali lang gamutin yan ngayon eh."

"Ah opo sige. Ipapaalala ko lang sa kaniya." She could see him tighten his grip on his phone. Veins blue and green were evident and his neck has reddened.

She let them bid their goodbyes and not long after, he already put down his phone.

"TB?" Doyoung turns to her, tears pooling in his eyes and the irritation evident in his voice.

"Doyoung-"

"Tinago mo lang sa amin? Dalawang linggo na, tinago mo lang?" His voice raises as his sentence progress and she was not able to form any words.

"Wala kang cancer?" Taeyong asks, appearing behind them.

She shakes her head as she looks down at the floor, watching her tears land on the cold tiles.

"Nag-alala kaming lahat! Tas itatago mo lang? Bakit?" Doyoung cries, calling Winwin, Jeno, and Ningning's attention as they also appear in the scene.

"Bakit?"

"Kasi ayaw ko kayong mawala! Antagal niyong nawala. Wala na sa inyong bumisita hangga't sa dumating ang balita na bilang na mga araw ko!" She answers, tears rushing down her cheeks continuously as she spoke.

"Pero bakit di mo pa rin sinabi? Panlimang linggo na ito, at akala namin lalo lang kami nauubusan ng oras na makasama ka!" Ningning couldn't keep her tears to stay, but so did she as she storms off to get her car keys.

"Ning!"

"Ang unfair rin sa amin, Y/N. Natakot kami para sa wala." Winwin walks out as well. She tries to rin after them but was held back by her brother.

"Ate, hayaan muna natin sila."

She continues to cry on Jeno's chest as he stroked her hair to calm her down.

They all left, even Doyoung who packed up and grabbed a taxi to leave.

Jeno never left her alone in her room but she continued to cry despite that.

They almost had everything, but they were back to their lives without each other again. All because she wanted to keep them together.

timeskip.

Time flew and it was already the sixth sunday. A car stops in front of a building. A condominium to be exact. He enters the building as he brought with him a box of cake. Pressing the elevator button, it opens at his command and he enters.

Soon he arrives at his floor, walking down the hallway to look for a certain room. As he walked more, he was already standing in front of the unit.

Sighing, he rings the doorbell, he could hear it from the outside followed by footsteps nearing the door. It opens to see a familiar face. He forces a smile, "Doyoung."

"Winwin? Andito ka?" Doyoung leans against the door frame, as he asked.

"Mag-usap tayo. Please." The older one obliges, nodding to the inside of his unit. Winwin hesitantly moves along inside, as he took a step he took his time to admire the place.

He chuckles, "Ganda ng lugar mo pre ah."

Doyoung mimics his actions, "Salamat ah."

He walks to his dining table, "Upo ka muna."

Taking notice of the pitcher of juice that stood on his table, he pours some on one of the glasses that were displayed there as Winwin watches his actions. "Here." The older offers the drink which the younger accepts and he finally sits down. "Thank you."

"Now, ano gusto mo pag-usapan?" Doyoung leans back om his chair, crossing his arms against his chest.

"Kaibigan natin."

"Which one?" Winwin rolled his eyes at the question.

"Si Y/N."

"Ano?" The younger pursed his lips at the stubbornness of Doyoung.

"I know we all haven't talked to her at all pero before that may gusto pa akong linawin."

Before Winwin continues to speak, he steadies his breathing and composed himself, "Gusto mo pa ba siya?"

Doyoung felt dry in his throat and his mind blank. He didn't want to admit that he never let go of this love he felt since their younger days.

"B-bakit? Ikaw ba?" He stuttered, sitting up.

"I asked you first pero...oo. Pero I will let go. I can move on." Winwin takes a hold of his glass, sipping on it to taste the sweet tang of apple. "Madaming nagbago, pero kayong dalawa hindi. Lalo na diyan." He hovers over his seat to lean across the table and point at Doyoung's chest where his heart exactly lied.

Winwin fixes his position and stood up straight.

"Marami pa namang oras, she'll stay longer pero malay mo...mahuli pa rin ang lahat." He takes his glass again and chugged all its contents, finishing with an exhale as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Doyoung stayed quiet still but Winwin knew he still loved her so much. He did feel jealous over all their interactions the past weeks but destiny already wrote its own story waiting to be told by the characters.

"So? Ano na gagawin mo?"

scene change.

It was a chill bonding for the siblings at the mall. About to go home with so many bags hung on their arms. They were about to walk across the street, waiting while the stoplight for the pedestrian lane was on red.

It was then Jeno suddenly looked pale, fumbling around, checking his pockets, and shopping bags. His sister took notice of this as she questions with eyebrows furrowed, "Jeno, ano meron?"

"Ate..." He smiles sheepishly and she knew he messed something up.

"Ano nanaman tignan mo oh patawid na tayo!"

"Yung susi ng bahay..." He looks down at his feet, guilt evident in his voice.

"Ano?" She rakes her hair in frustration and exhaled as if there was smoke coming from her nostrils, "Saan mo naiwan yun? Nako ka dali balik ka dun!"

Before she could say anything else, he dashes off to the mall. Pushing his way through many people and looking through every store they went to.

She looks back at the stoplight, not noticing that the people already have crossed the street.

The figure on the spotlight walked faster, signaling to pedestrians that the vehicles were about to go.

A cry was heard, her ears perking up at the wails. She looks around to see the child in the middle of the road. Her eyes widened, dropping everything she held to grab the child before the cars would drive.

The drivers were already honking their horns but this only brought brought more distress to innocent child that didn't know what to do.

She runs, earning gasps from the other people but she didn't care. Her feet had landed on the road and she continues to save the child out of danger.

Holding the kid's hand as they met eyes, "Halika."

Running away from the road with the child, they safely arrive on the pedestrian lanes. Earning claps and whistles from the other strangers, she bows at their cheers as a woman comes rushing who she assumed was the mother.

"Thank you. Salamat po talaga."

"Walang anuman."

She takes a step back and composes herself from the sudden events, when she hears Jeno calling for her.

"Ate!" He cried, following his gaze that focused beside her. A car running towards her, honking violently but she couldn't process anything right away.

And there she once stood.

scene change.

The friends gathered on top of a low hill overlooking a wide field of lush green grass. The wind blew just right and the sun shone brightly enough. Taeyong, Doyoung, Winwin, Jeno, and Ningning stood there. Taking in the sight of the nature and the blue sky of cirrostratus clouds.

On their hands, they held a white balloon.

Taeyong, Doyoung, Winwin, Jeno, and Ningning stood there. Taking in the sight of the nature and the blue sky of cirrostratus clouds.

"Ready?" Taeyong starts, looking at his friends as they nodded.

"3...2...1..." And the balloons flew high to the sky. Free and not of care where to go. They watch the balloons go high and higher until it was out of sight. They smile, but the tears pooled in their eyes.

"Masaya naman na siguro siya no?" Ningning asks, wiping away her tears with the sleeves of her dress.

"Kasama na niya sina Papa't Mama." Jeno smiled, his eyes never yet leaving the sky.

"Ngayon kung mamiss niyo siya, tingin nalang kayo sa langit." Winwin says as he sighed.

"Kung saan niya tayo babantayan." Doyoung adds and they all share gazes again, chuckling and agreeing on his statement.

It was a rollercoaster the past weeks, but they all spent time together again. Where they shared laughs, stories, argued, but in the end they were still friends. The same way they were when they were still killing time with pacifiers and milk.

And on this day, marks the end of her Seven Sundays.

#•‧︎∘︎∴︎yebu #hiraya-m #nct imagines #nct tagalog au #nct filo au #nct 127 imagines #nct dream imagines #nct u imagines #wayv imagines #aespa imagines #nct angst #wayv angst #nct 127 angst #nct dream angst #nct u angst

[peachjaem00]

Teaser; The moon to my starts

PAIRING; childhood best friend!jisung x fem reader

SYNOPSIS;  jisung has been in love with you forever but kept it a secret because he was too afraid to ruin your friendship. he had to endure watching you make a life without him until one day he could not hold it any longer, he couldn’t let the moon leave his stars. or jisung being a complete and absolute simp for the reader since he was a little boy. 

HONORABLE MENTIONS; twin brother! Haechan, jeno, yeji (itzy), jaemin, chenle, renjun

WC; 14.5k

THEMES; fluff, angst, pinning, friends to lovers, non idol! Jisung

WARNINGS; swearing, female reader, mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood, physical fight, mentions of bruises, jealousy

AN; just a little preview for a fic i have been working on since august 2021 based on my jisung’s timelapses [01:10 pm], [12:30 am], [02:00 pm] let me know if anyone wants to be added to the taglist or any questions. you don't have to read the timestamps to understand the fic.

also big shoutout to @cappujeno and @ichorai for beta reading this and for their support, this fic would have not happen if it wasn't for your help!

He was five when he saw you for the first time.

You noticed how shy and nervous he was, so you came closer, grabbing his hand and rubbing your little thumb on his knuckles in an attempt to calm him down. 

“Do you want to come and play? I promise we're nice people,” you said in the softest voice. It only took a look into your eyes to make Jisung forget about his shyness, the warmth in them was enough to make him feel safe. 

He was 10 years old when he discovered he had a crush on you.

He was on his bed, trying to sleep, but he was wide awake, his chest heavy and his mind was empty, only you in it. He didn't understand why. Why was he thinking so much about his friend? Why did that hug feel so nice? Why did that kiss make him so flustered? Why couldn't he get you out of his mind? Or maybe he knew, maybe he had known for a while but he didn't want to admit it…

“Oh no…”

He was 15 years old when he realized he was in love with you. 

“Oh, c'mon dude, calm down.” 

“I can't because you were right.” 

“About what?” 

“I do love her.” 

He was 16 years old when he got in a fight.

“You fucking asshole!” And after that he punched Jeno in the face, making his lip bleed. “How fucking dare you!?” And another, he could hear your screaming but he was blinded by rage. “You don't love her enough!? Then you never loved her in the first place!” And another, and another and another.

He was 18 year old when he entered university.

“How did we let this happen?” 

“I don't know.” 

“We promised nothing was gonna change after me leaving.” 

“I know.” 

“Then why is everything different?” 

“Because…” He wanted to tell you, he wanted to confess but the words got stuck once again. He didn't want to do it like that, during a phone call while you were kilometres away. “We're dumb?” Your laughter made the ambience lighter. 

“Yes, we’re very, very dumb.” You wiped a few tears away and cleared your throat. “Let's start being smart again.”

“How?”

He was 19 years old when he confessed his love towards you.

“God, I fucking love you.” It was a whisper. It was innocent and said out of instinct, he didn't even realise what he just said until you left his side. 

“What!?” 

“Nothing.” He was ready to leave but your hand on his wrist stopped him. You made him face you.

“That was not nothing.” He didn't dare to look at you. “What did you just say Park Jisung?” Your tone was demanding and serious, not in an aggressive way but you wanted an answer.

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[jaehyunsbreadbasket]

NCT as Tropes Pt.7

Jungwoo- Stuck Together Trope

Jungwoo didn't know them very well honestly, they were a friend of a friend. So of course he never expected to be forced to spend 3 days with them in their shared friend's cabin while a snow storm was taking place.

Somehow, they had both gotten to the cabin earlier than said friend and when news of the storm came out their friend called to cancel on them, "Too little too late," Jungwoo thought as their friend made excuse after excuse as to why they were late to their own cabin in the first place when they were expecting company.

After learning they were already there, their familiar told them where to find the spare key, and where all the food was and wished them well.

They sat around awkwardly at first, they had never spent time alone before and neither was sure what to say. But when Jungwoo spots a board game on a shelf in the living room he brings it over and they start to break the ice, getting to know each other little by little.

Throughout those 3 days, they stole glances at each other and stayed bundled up in blankets, drinking hot chocolate, watching movies, sharing laughs, and just talking.

When the snow had finally cleared and they were safe to go back home, a part of Jungwoo really didn't want to. He wanted to find a way to make this last and feared that going back to their normal meant not interacting outside of their mutual friend. But nevertheless, out of fear of making it awkward, he decided to not say anything and instead helped them clean up and packed his bags; letting his feelings linger.

And now, every time he sees them he wonders if that day will be the day he'll finally confess. Sadly, it never is.

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A/N: It's not winter where I live anymore; I wrote this several months ago lol

Check out the rest of the series: HERE 💘

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[snflwrhaerecs4u]

@sunflowerhae ‘s Rec Blog 🫧

I recommend NCT ff

I recommend music

I recommend movies

I recommend books

I just like the recommended stuff *️⃣

Feel free to send stuff in!

If I like it, I’ll recommend it

I’m most likely to enjoy angst bc I have problems

Also my bias is haechan so it’s gna be mostly haechan lolz

Have a nice time

⭐️

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[aehyei]

— VID CALLS WITH HOT STEP BRO ! Lee Taeyong

PAIRING | step brother!lee taeyong x reader 

GENRE | slightly suggestive lmao (i wanna do a part two but i need inspiration)

WC | 871 

WARNING/S | cuss words, obvious sexual tension

SYNOSPS | Your mom adores Taeyong, your friends loves Taeyong, everyone just couldn’t resist the charm he holds. You thought all you felt for him was platonic and didn’t mean anything, but after the video chat, you started to doubt yourself. 

— A/N | i saw this one tiktok of taeyong once and (s)creamed. kidding....or not

“ARE YOU BLIND?”

“She must be blind.”

“Y/n let’s go to the eye doctor.”

“Hey—hey—stop! Nothing is wrong with my eyes!” You explode, brows furrowed together as you glare at your three friends. “If you’re really not blind, then explain the fact why you don’t find Lee Taeyong hot,” says Jisoo. 

“Well, for starters, he’s my brother?” You acted like you were purely disgusted, gagging a little.

“Step brother!” Jennie immediately interrupts, trying to prove her point. “That doesn’t make anything better,” you slowly said, scoffing a little. 

“Yes it does. It means you and Mr. hottie are not blood related which also means that you can fuck him anytime in any day. I just wonder why you haven’t.” Euna eyes you from bottom to top, clicking on her tongue. “Are you really, really, really sure you aren’t blind?”

“Girls, I don’t see Lee Taeyong that way and for sure he doesn’t see me other then his stupid little sister too. Stop that.” You sigh, done with how they keep insisting that you’re blind just because you don’t find your step brother hot. 

“Nuh uh, sister. He looks at you as if you’re one hot class meal.”

“And don’t you even notice the way he checks you out the last time we went on the beach?”

“No I—”

“Please, Taeyong obviously doesn’t see you as his ‘stupid little sister’.” 

“Alright! Alright! Let me prove it to you guys that he doesn’t look at me that way. Ugh, wait, I’ll video call him.” Defeated by your stubborn friends, you lazily reached for your phone and dialed a certain number. 

“Where is he again?” Euna asked, hearing your phone ring. “I think he’s in Busan, right?” Jisoo answers, also unsure. You hum at this and let out a sound of relief seeing Taeyong answer his phone. You looked up to your friends and gestured for them to stay quiet.

“Oh, Y/n-ah, what’s wrong?” Taeyong’s husky voice reached your ears. You could tell it took everything inside Euna, Jennie, and Jisoo to not squeal at his voice. 

“Nothing much, just bored. What are you up to?” It also took everything in you not to roll your eyes at them. “Mhmm,” he hummed then slowly chuckled, “don’t end the call but I have to use the bathroom. Be back in a sec then we could watch your favorite movie, how does that sound?”

You smiled at this, heart fluttering at his sweetness. Lee Taeyong sure is perfect boyfriend material…if only he wasn’t your step brother. “Yeah sure, sounds perfect,” you replied, watching as he placed his phone by the large window in his hotel room. 

“Is he gone?” Jennie mouths, trying to take a peek. You shake your head, still seeing Taeyong’s reflection thanks to the window. Euna pouts at your answer, grabbing her phone to keep her busy while waiting. 

Your eyes slowly widened seeing Taeyong slowly unbutton his shirt until he was completely bare for you to see his chest and abs. Your chest tightened when he stood up from the bed and left the room to go to the bathroom just like he said. 

“What? What’s wrong with you?” Jisoo asks in a whisper, noticing your flustered state. 

“N-Nothing.” You stuttered, the image of Taeyong being shirtless still very much imprinted in your mind. “Why are you acting like that?” This time, it was Jennie who was suspicious. “I-I said nothing! Now shhhh, he’s back.” You shushed them after hearing the bathroom door open. 

Taeyong walked back to the room, now wearing a robe. His hear was messy and fuck, did he look hot. He picked up the phone and smiled at you too casually for your liking. “Hey Y/n, sorry, did you wait too long?”

“N-No. I-I uhhh…T-Taeyong, next time, if you want to change, please just turn off your camera.” It was embarrassing saying that sentence, especially when the three of your friends suddenly stared at you like you were an interesting tv show. Your cheeks fired up and you couldn’t even look at Taeyong on the screen, still flustered from what you saw earlier.

“You saw my reflection on the window?” Taeyong asked in a fake gasp, moving the camera a bit. He smiled after in a way that you didn’t like. “U-Uh, yeah, but I promise I closed my eyes!” You lied, gulping afterwards. He smirked, laughing in a seductive yet playful way, “Oh my…I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be! It’s really fine, w-we’re siblings, remember?” You hate yourself for stumbling over your words. 

“You saw that?” He continued on laughing, still stuck on that topic. “Taeyong,” you whinnied, more embarrassed now, “stop laughing! It’s not funny!”

He made a face then licked his lip slowly, speaking in the most low voice he could. “You should’ve turned a blind eye to it.”

“I-I t-tried—”

Taeyong sat on his bed, placing a veiny hand on his thigh, biting his moist kissable lips. He eyed your flustered state, enjoying every minute of it. “Awww now what do I do? I made my little princess shy, didn’t I? Oppa’s sorry.”

You shouldn’t be turned on by what he said, but you couldn’t help it. In your mind, even if your friends were still quiet by the corner of your room, you could hear their voices telling you ‘We told you so’.

© AEHYEI, 2022

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[taexoxosgf]

NA JAEMIN FIC REC LIST

s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst

This list is a compilation of some of my fave jaemin ff <3 a lot were on my old recs so feel free to reread!

after you [ fuckboy!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f,a

cat & mouse [ na jaemin x jaehyun's sister!reader ] s,f

cherry girl! [ twitch streamer!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f

talk to my skin [ friends with benefits au ] s

unforgettable [ bassist!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,a

by the window [ voyeurism, neighbor au ] s

strawberry cough , (pt.2) sour tangie [ plug!jaemin x fem!reader] s,f,a

on the rebound [ shooting guard!jaemin x fem!reader, college au] s,f,a

subtle [ established relationship, summer vacation au ] s,f

besties (gone sexual) [ best friends to lovers ] s,f,a

upon your invitation [friend!jaemin x fem!reader, ft. nct dream, vacation au ] s,f

rock me [ fuckboy!jaemin x hairstylist!reader ] s,f,a

backseat chronicles [ streetracer!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f,a

persimmon problems [ fratboy!jaemin x fem!reader ] f,a

veni, vidi, vici [ popular!jaemin x mark's sister!reader ] s,f

blur. [ exboyfriend's bestfriend!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

two nights, one you [fuckboy!jaemin, one night stand au] s,f

the walls are thin [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader x roommate!jeno ] s

hush. [jaemin,haechan, jeno x fem!reader ] s

that '90's show [actor!jaemin x pa fem!reader ] s,f,a

pretty girl. [ alpha!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f

thin walls. [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

cookie jar [ stepbrother!jaemin x fem!reader x stepbrother!jeno ] s

one of a kind [strangers to lovers au ] s,f,a

go there with you [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

34+35 [ established relationship ] s

parents are home [ secret freak!jaemin ? ] s

memories bring back you [ ex!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

into you [ friends to lovers au ] s,f

what she doesn't know [ mom's boyfriend!jaemin x fem!reader] s

worth it. [ first sleepover au ] s,f

quiet down [ established relationship, semi-exhibitionism ] s

#nct dream #nct smut #nct #nct u #nct x reader #nct hard thoughts #na jaemin #jaemin #nct jaemin #nct na jaemin #nct dream jaemin #nct dream smut #nct jaemin smut #jaemin na #jaemin smut #jaemin x reader #jaemin fluff #jaemin imagines #jaemin angst #na jaemin x reader #na jaemin smut #na jaemin imagines #na jaemin scenarios #na jaemin fluff #nct hard hours #nct scenarios #jaemin x you #jaemin x y/n #nct fic #nct fic recs

[leejenowrld]

my first and last (m)

pairing lee jeno x reader

word count 37k

synopsis meet lee jeno, campus heartbreaker, fuckboy, secret nerd. he’s the notorious guy that everyone wants but he only wants you —a shy, introverted stranger who appeared from nowhere, turning his life upside down. what starts as a reputation-defying connection swiftly evolves from strangers to friends and to intense, immediate love. it’s a twist the two of you never saw coming, the opening of your hearts to someone unexpected. but as personal struggles and external issues threaten to derail your connection, the once-confident jeno is left shattered and ensnared in the tumult of a love story gone awry.

chapter warnings first love au, irrelevant exes, explicit language, swearing, mentions of intense anxiety, drugs, alcohol, your average college au, opposite of slow burn, fluff which will make you scream, romantic jeno, loving jeno, a jeno who doesn’t really gaf about anyone but his girl, sweet boyfriend jeno, bestie yeonjun, yn and jeno paired for a uni project, touchy jeno, oral sex (receiving), throat fucking, blow job, hard dom jeno, sub reader, soft dom jeno, choking, riding, most loving kisses, reader sits on jenos face hehe, cute sex under the starlight on jenos trunk, jeno who rips off lingerie, protective jeno, jeno is horny, and a lot, his emotions, heart are all 110%, rough sex, choking, dirty talk, cute dates, girls who are bitches to yn :(, a jeno who gets so heartbroken and done dirty you’ll feel bad! gift giving, romantic gestures bf jeno

genre smut, fluff, angst, strangers to friends to lovers, opposites attract

please leave asks !!

check out the mfal ml here includes text posts, never seen before scenes and behind the scenes content <;3

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Walking onto campus, you take in the sights of the renowned university. The buildings exude academic excellence, and the lush greenery adds a touch of serenity. Despite the early hour, the campus is alive with students hurrying by, creating a vibrant atmosphere.

Heading towards the director's office, you enter the building, sensing the prestige in the air. Portraits of distinguished alumni line the walls, and the marble-floored corridor echoes with the soft sounds of footsteps.

As you approach the director's office, you're called in for your meeting, and a wave of nervousness washes over you. You keep your head low, arms crossed over your body and walking steadily calculated. You instinctively avoid making prolonged eye contact with others, instead of maintaining a steady gaze, your eyes started to dart away, seeking solace in the periphery.

The director's office door swings open, revealing Johnny Suh, a figure synonymous with success in the academic world. Young, rich, and undeniably handsome, his reputation precedes him. Though you hadn't initially seen the appeal, you find yourself momentarily awestruck by his commanding presence, his handsomeness leaving you astonished.

He spent a few minutes welcoming you to the University, giving some background information and useful tips that you were incredibly thankful for. Then the conversation takes a swift turn.

"Y/N, I hear you're one of the top psychology students in the country.” Johnny remarks, his voice carrying an air of authority that matches his status.

Humbled but unable to deny the truth, you nod in acknowledgment. "I'm honoured you acknowledge that.”

"It's your first day here, and I know you're probably not expecting this, but I see high potential in you," Johnny continues. "I wouldn't recommend this if I didn't believe you could handle it. It's going to be tough, but your strong work ethic, dedication, and time management will be of great assistance."

Confusion clouds your expression as Johnny hints at a challenge ahead. Before any clarification can be offered, the door swings open again, revealing a figure you immediately find intriguing. He enters with an air of nonchalance. His hooded eyes, half-asleep gaze, and ruffled, messy hair add to his effortlessly handsome appearance.

Dressed casually yet impeccably, his cheeks are hollow, and his sharp jawline gives him an alluring edge. There's an enigmatic darkness about him that you can't quite explain but find strangely magnetic. His attire is a perfect blend of casual and put together, highlighting his innate sense of style.

He looks right at you, and his gaze is captivating and strong. You feel an unexpected flutter as your eyes meet, his presence leaving an indelible mark on your first day. As your eyes meet, a surge of surprise flickers in his gaze, and you, feeling an unexpected flutter, try to conceal the sudden shyness.

He takes the vacant seat beside you, eyes not leaving yours and you almost feel your heart stop. He’s even more breathtaking in person. His allure is heightened, perhaps by the subtle nuances of his expressions, the captivating way he carries himself,

“You’re new?” he asks, his voice low and thick with a hint of weariness.

You nod, meeting his intense gaze. “Y/N.”

“Jeno.” he replies, a small smile playing on his lips.

Professor Suh stood at the front of the room, "Welcome, Y/N and Jeno. I'm thrilled to have you both on board for this groundbreaking project that merges engineering and psychology, your respective majors. Your unique skill sets will be crucial in creating something truly impactful."

“Jeno, your unexpected excellence in engineering sets you apart without the need for boasting. Your laid-back energy and ability to achieve high results with minimal effort make you an ideal candidate for this project. You'll complement Y/N's hardworking and determined nature as a perfect counterpart.”

“Y/N, on your first day as a transfer, my meticulous examination of your records and discussions with past professors leave me with no doubt about your suitability for this project. Your dedication, serious approach to education, and future planning give me high hopes. The stark difference between your hard work ethic and Jeno's laid-back attitude is precisely why I envision a successful collaboration. Jeno's ease will balance well with your commitment, creating a synergy that I believe will lead to exceptional outcomes. I look forward to seeing how your distinct qualities contribute to the success of this endeavour.”

He paced back and forth, gesturing to the screen displaying images of urban spaces and people engaging with technology. "We're embarking on an innovative project that centres around Virtual Reality Therapy. This groundbreaking initiative involves harnessing virtual reality technology to craft therapeutic environments for individuals dealing with stress, anxiety, or specific psychological conditions. Y/N, given your background in psychology, your insights are pivotal. I encourage you to delve into understanding how people emotionally, socially, and culturally interact within these virtual therapeutic spaces as we pioneer this transformative approach."

Addressing Jeno, Professor Suh continued, "Jeno, your engineering expertise will play a vital role in translating the technical facets of our vision into reality. From efficient infrastructure to sustainable solutions and cutting-edge technology, I anticipate your innovative touch to shape and elevate this project."

As the excitement filled the room, Professor Suh's expression turned serious. "Now, a crucial point to address. Y/N and Jeno, I appreciate your collaboration, but it's important to maintain a professional boundary. Given the nature of this project, a personal relationship could introduce biases and conflicts of interest. Therefore, I must emphasize that you both cannot engage in a romantic relationship during the course of this project. We need clear focus and objectivity to make this endeavor a success."

The room fell momentarily silent as the weight of the statement settled. Professor Suh concluded, "I believe in your capabilities, and I'm confident that together, you can create something remarkable. Let's make a difference, not just in engineering and psychology, but in the lives of those who will benefit from our work."

Professor Suh continues with a firm but encouraging tone, “I expect each of you to approach this project with the dedication you’d give to a cherished hobby. I’ll be monitoring our progress weekly, and I want to see a well-structured timetable in place to ensure we’re on track.”

As the words lingered in the air, you were amazed. Your eyes reflected genuine enthusiasm for the challenge ahead. The prospect of making a positive impact resonated with you, and a subtle smile played on your lips.

On the other hand, Jeno wore an expression of the opposite. This collaborative endeavor seemed to hold little interest for him, and an air of mild dread crossed his features. The idea of putting in effort didn't align with his usual laid-back demeanor.

In this moment of contrasting emotions, you and Jeno shared a glance. Your bright-eyed enthusiasm met his more reserved skepticism. There, in that silent exchange, an unspoken understanding unfolded—an acknowledgment of your differing perspectives yet a recognition of the collaborative journey you were about to embark on. The dynamics between you two already hinted at the intriguing challenges that lay ahead.

Leaving the office together, you assumed Jeno, with his tired demeanor, would head off on his own. To your surprise, he turns to you, his hooded eyes meeting yours. The weariness in his expression contrasts with the kindness in his gaze, and your assumption fades as he wears a faint but warm smile.

In the dim light of the corridor, both your eyes meet, and unexpectedly, Jeno speaks, "It's your first day. Do you want me to show you around?" His voice, though a bit tired, carries a genuine offer.

You smile instinctively, grateful for the unexpected gesture. You nod.

Little did you know, Jeno's offer wasn't just about preventing you from getting lost. As he walks beside you, pointing out different buildings and sharing anecdotes, it becomes evident that he's intrigued by you. His questions about your interests and the way he attentively listens reveal a curiosity that goes beyond the simple act of guiding a new student. There's a subtle connection forming, and as you chat and laugh, the initial weariness in Jeno's eyes seems to fade, replaced by a genuine interest that neither of you can quite explain.

As Jeno points out various architectural details, his words flow with a quiet eloquence. "This is probably my favourite building, it’s a blend of neoclassical and modernist elements, I love the contrast. Can you see how the columns, though contemporary, draw inspiration from classical Greek design?”

Though you're not particularly interested in the intricacies of architecture, you find yourself captivated by the way Jeno speaks. His words, delivered with a smooth cadence, reveal a depth of understanding and an understated intelligence that intrigues you. You tune in more to the cadence of his voice, the rise and fall of each carefully chosen word, than to the specifics of the buildings he's describing.

"This structure is known for its sustainability," Jeno continues, gesturing towards another building. "The architect prioritized energy efficiency through the use of eco-friendly materials and innovative ventilation systems."

You nod, pretending to absorb the architectural information, but in reality, you're more attuned to the way Jeno effortlessly conveys his knowledge. His eloquence paints a picture of someone who possesses not only a keen eye for design but also a refined ability to articulate complex concepts. In the midst of the architectural tour, you find yourself appreciating not just the buildings but the subtle intelligence that radiates from Jeno's well-spoken descriptions.

There’s another reason why you feel out of tune when he’s speaking, it’s because all you can feel is stares. As you walk beside Jeno, so many peering eyes follow your direction, the weight of gazes lingers, making you feel out of tune with his words. The countless stares create a sense of unease, prompting you to cut him off. "Why is everyone staring?" you ask Jeno, confusion evident in your voice.

"They're not," he shakes his head reassuringly, but you know better – they are. He offers a kind smile, attempting to soothe your discomfort. "You're just shy. It's your first day."

Jeno notices subtle signs of distress in you as your hands tremble, breaths quicken and a flicker of unease in your eyes. Despite not fully understanding the reasons, an instinctive urge compels him to offer comfort. Maybe it's the sincerity in your gaze or the vulnerability that surfaces.

Jeno’s hand delicately finding its place on your chin. Panic seizes you, and your eyes widen in response to the unexpected touch. Yet, as your gaze meets his, a juxtaposing warmth begins to unfold. It’s a warmth you can’t quite explain, a comforting sensation that weaves through the panic.

His soft yet dark eyes look deep into yours. Jeno’s voice, a seductive and hushed whisper, slices through the ambient noise. “Just keep looking at me. Keep your eyes on me.” His words intensify the warmth, a juxtaposition to the escalating panic within you. It’s as though Jeno’s mere presence, coupled with his soothing touch and whispered guidance, forms a shield against the prying stares.

In that moment, the panic subsides, and your attention becomes tethered to Jeno. There’s an unspoken understanding in his gaze, a silent promise that despite the sea of eyes, his focus is a haven of reassurance. The inexplicable warmth persists, becoming a sanctuary within the storm of attention, and you find solace in the connection he forges amidst the overwhelming gaze of others.

Your first impression of Lee Jeno is so good. Truthfully, you’re not a people’s person. You stay to yourself, you have an incredibly small circle and you don’t particularly enjoy socialising, you rather stay inside and read a book or study. You didn’t expect to bond with someone on your first day like you had bonded with Jeno. You learned a considerable amount about him. He loved architecture even though he studied engineering, he was quite a nerd. He wants to be a pilot when he graduates, his favourite food is sushi (like yours) and he has an older sister. You even exchanged numbers, you told him to text you whenever he had a question about the project.

A sigh of relief escapes as you finally step into the comforting embrace of your home. Your social battery is drained, and with each steady breath, you revel in the tranquillity within familiar wall, immediately heading over to the fridge for some comfort food.

Proud of yourself, you reflect on succeeding through the challenges of your first day in a completely new city and university. There's a sense of accomplishment in not retreating to the bathroom but facing the day head-on. Making a friend, or at least someone you're excited about, (you’re not sure if he counts as a friend yet).

Truthfully, you find yourself thinking about him, Jeno. A smile lingering on your face like an idiot. The moment you sink into your bed, the cushions engulfing you, you can't contain the giddy excitement. Kicking your feet like a teenager, you revel in the warmth of the accomplishment.

Sure, he may be dreamy and handsome, and you playfully curse yourself for finding him so but hey, you're just a girl, and there's a certain charm in embracing those girly feelings amidst the challenges of a new day.

As you're about to dim the lights and start your favorite romcom, "Notting Hill," the ambiance carefully set with food and opening credits, the front door slams, causing you to nearly drop your bowl of popcorn. Startled, you turn to find your roommate, Choi Yeonjun, entering. His features look shocked, and your gaze instinctively scans the room before freezing when you realize his intensity is directed at you.

Without a greeting, his loud voice rings through the room, "Why the hell am I hearing that Lee Jeno walked you around campus this morning?"

You raise your brows in confusion. How did he find out? "Is he some celebrity or something?"

Yeonjun chuckles, giving you a judgmental look, treating your question as if it's the most absurd thing he's ever heard. "News travels like the plague when it’s concerning Lee Jeno, Y/N. He's a big deal, the campus enigma. Probably the most popular and wanted guy around. He and his friends practically rule the institution. Notorious, but in a good way. He's like that guy in teen movies. He throws parties and he fucks everyone. Are you seriously telling me you don’t know? Didn't everyone stare?"

Your mouth widens in shock, you genuinely thought that Yeonjun was lying but it’s clear he’s not. Jeno had seemed like the most far from popular person ever, he seemed down to earth and friendly and he was such a nerd! The mental image of Jeno walking you around campus this morning, discussing architecture with genuine passion, clashes with the idea of a campus legend. He had felt so approachable, and the revelation triggers a whirlwind of thoughts as you grapple with this unexpected side of him. The stark contrast between perception and reality leaves you in a state of genuine disbelief.

You answer your roommate's question after a while of silence. “Everyone was staring but he just brushed it off while I was shitting myself. It makes sense now! He acted so calm because he’s used to the stares.”

Red rose to your cheeks as you thought about his sweet gesture earlier, a smile plastered on your smile. “He was really sweet though, he reassured me in such a cute way, his hands touched my face and he whispered in my ear –”

Yeonjun screams and it gives you whiplash. “GIRL! NO!” He shakes his head, acting as if you’re committing arson.

“Why not?” You question, your voice a low whisper as you frown.

Yeonjun is flabbergasted as he explains. “He’s a player, he’s a fuckboy. He practically fucks anyone with a pussy and apparently he doesn’t get into relationships. Plus, apparently he can be really intense and full on, especially when he’s high, yeah, he gets high and wasted. He throws all these notorious parties and to be fair, I’ve been to some of them and they’re great but it’s a lot of drugs, alcohol, smoking and couples fucking. I’m not kidding. He’s very extroverted and confident but in quite a sexy and slick back way, yeah he’s really fucking hot and I can see that you already think that. I just think you should keep your distance, Y/N, if I’m being honest, he’s the opposite of you.”

The weight of Yeonjun’s words settles heavily in the room, leaving you in another silence. The dissonance between the Jeno you thought you knew and the reality presented by Yeonjun leaves you grappling with a mix of shock, disappointment, and a lingering sense of disbelief.

Yeonjun apologizes when he senses your mood shift, but you brush it off, recognizing it's not his fault. You thank him for being a good friend and giving you a heads up.

As your roommate, Yeonjun is the opposite of you—outgoing, always taking you out to explore the city, and a great person to chat with. He has a boyfriend named Soobin, who happens to be an excellent cook. Despite how loud they are and the amount of times you’ve walked into them in questionable positions, you can't help but envy their relationship—they're your idea of couple goals.

✧ ✧ ✧

The professor, passionately discussing human interactions, captivates your attention until the door swings open abruptly. Your eyes widen as you're shocked to find Jeno entering, eyes locking onto yours. He appears well-dressed, his hair slightly messy, tight black shirt and his pupils dilated.

Despite the stares from the seminar attendees, he remains unfazed. "There you are, you gave me the wrong number, you idiot.” he declares, catching you off guard. In this unexpected moment, you reflect on Yeonjun's warning, realizing that Jeno's demeanour speaks volumes—confidence exudes from him. You would’ve never thought this earlier but since Yeonjun’s warning, you’ve been replaying his campus tour in your head and it’s clear that he’s confident, it’s crazy how one opinion can completely transform an existing opinion.

"How did you find me?"

His response is curt, "Doesn't matter. It’s a good time to start on the project now. I’m quite busy for the next few months so I’d be thankful if you were able to dedicate the next month or so to making good progress.” As he seamlessly transitions into discussing the project, he proves to be well-spoken and sweet.

You nod. “Of course.”

He smiles and mutters a thank you. “Give me your phone quickly.” You gulp as he puts his number in your phone, telling you that he’s added the dates to your calendar on when you’ll work together for the project, telling you to message him if you need to adjust them.

He poses the question, "Your house or mine?" An audible gulp escapes you before hesitantly suggesting, "Um… the library?"

Jeno laughs, "Can we talk there?"

You agree, "Okay, then my house."

Without waiting for your reply, he turns around, leaving you to process his abrupt departure. "See you tonight," he calls over his shoulder, disappearing as swiftly as he entered.

✧ ✧ ✧

Jeno has been coming over to work with you nearly every day. He drives.

You’ve grown quite… intrigued (if you say attracted then Yeonjun will get Heejin to hit you) by his kind gestures. He always brings over food and your favourite coffee. You told him your favourite coffee once, it was just something you said in passing and you didn’t expect him to actually remember and then start a ritual of regularly buying it for you.

His company is one that you find yourself growing attached to, you’re comfortable around him. You’re surprised how quickly you’ve gotten used to him, it’s rare for someone like you to warm up to a stranger so quickly.

His work ethic is the main thing that has you incredibly intrigued by him. He’s never late to your study sessions, he’s always engaged and every idea he has exceeds brilliance.

The sides of his lips curve up at your planning. “So cute.” He whispers under his breath, watching you as your brows furrowed in concentration, a sigh of relief leaving your lips when you bring out the right folder, it was a massive baby blue one, labelled ‘Y/N’s and Jeno’s Virtual Reality Therapy project,’ in the most prettiest cursive writing, different types of stickers, butterflies, hearts and ribbons, accessorising the front.

“I have so many folders, I colour coordinate them all but it’s still so difficult to remember which is which.” You say with a heavy puff, Jeno taking the hefty folder from your hands and placing it on the well lit and presented study table in front of you.

He learns that you take studying very seriously, you’re always revising. You take pride in your notes, you gave him a tour of all your revision material and he’s never seen someone talk about studying with such a grin on their face, all your notes were so well written and organised, it gives him a new wave of awe for you.

“So, let’s brainstorm our ideas. So I said that we need to ensure that each virtual space is personalised to resonate with users emotionally, this could involve customizable elements like scents, sounds, and visuals to enhance the therapeutic experience. This helps with mindfulness. We can incorporate guided mindfulness exercises, providing users with tools to manage stress and anxiety within the virtual environment.”

Your lips automatically turn sour when you turn the page over in the written plans you’ve made, Jeno lets out a laugh when he sees why. It’s the engineering side to the project, you’ve made it clear that his major is something that you may never understand and have zero interest in. “I’ll let you talk about these ideas.” You wince, Jeno’s rough handwriting nearly making you cry.

“So we’re gonna implement advanced AI algorithms. These algorithms would adapt to user responses and needs, providing personalised guidance.”

You squeal, nearly jumping out of your seat and he looks at you with amazed eyes. You just had a lightbulb moment. You grin and clap your hands excitedly as you speak. “I just thought of an amazing idea, what if we create a way of facilitating connections among users who share similar therapeutic goals? We should aim to incorporate it, the sense of community can bring people together for additional support, they can assist on each other's journey towards mental well-being.”

Your turn to him pleading, lips in a pout as you give him the cutest puppy eyes you can muster. “Pleaseeee tell me you can make it work from your side, if you so no, I might cry.”

It takes Jeno a while to reply because he’s thinking, thinking about you. No one else would get this happy over thinking of a good idea, he finds you endearing and cute, you’re something that warms any darkness in his heart.

When you call out his name, he finally responds with a nod. “I’ll just need to create a way where users have autonomy to shape their therapeutic experiences and who they want to share it with. I can do that easily with database software, no problem.” You sigh and thank him, turning to the side and watching him as he furrows his nose, jotting down notes, a lot of mathematics and science that looks foreign to you.

“It’s a good idea, Y/N. Therapy is proven to work the best when you have someone to lean on.”

You nod like a siren as he speaks, following every word and never finding a fault, he is so smart. He always has good ideas, you’re amazed at how he can keep up with the psychology side to the project while you struggle to understand the engineering side to it. He works so hard and honestly seeing him in his element has made him even more attractive.

“Let’s take a break.” His words break your enchantment. You nod, he’s consistently been reminding you to take breaks and to be drinking your fluids.

“Do you wanna help Yeonjun cook?” You question, a small smirk playing on your lips at the change in his expression, his eyes lighting up and it makes you laugh hard.

“He’s here?”

“Yeah, he lives here.” You say sarcastically.

Unexpectedly, he, Yeonjun and Soobin get along like they’ve known each other for years. It all started when Yeonjun nearly burned the kitchen down in a cooking disaster. Jeno, like the genius that he is, salvaged the kitchen from going up in flames and salvaged the meal. It was the best meal you’ve had in your life. You’re not surprised that he was a talented chef, you’re growing to learn that he’s good at everything and it’s without effort.

Ever since then, Yeonjun and Jeno have started cooking together. It’s more like Yeonjun failing to follow the recipes, Jeno doing most of the work and then Soobin having to comfort his pouting boyfriend because he just wants to be able to cook one meal without fucking it up. You overhear the three of them in the kitchen sometimes. three people from complete different backgrounds but they bond and share stories, their laughter always making your heart yearn.

You and Jeno have the cooked meal in your room as you were studying at the same time. You grab your phone from your pocket, going onto Instagram and getting the delicious meal in your camera angle. You feel his eyes on you before he speaks. “I wanna follow you.”

You exchanged socials with Jeno and though it was difficult to fully control yourself as he was sitting right next to you, you were so close to hitting your head against a wall, anything to stop your head from buzzing.

The first thing you notice is the amount of followers he has, a whopping 5589, your 95 followers seemed silly in comparison. The second thing you notice is his feed. You have to bite your tongue from screaming. It’s absolute filth. Delicious filth. Your eyes light up at it and you admit, it’s sexy but you’re also wondering how the hell this was the same person.

Your eyes hover over countless shirtless photos, photos in the gym, at the beach, he had a physique that deserved this amount of posts. He had countless photos of him partying, drinking, loads where he’s just posing and he looks so handsome, like a model. His face belonged in runaways, so did his body. Your eyes also grow wide at how well styled he is in these photos, his poses natural, only he can pull this off.

“You have so many photos with that damn teddy.” You gulp when you realise that he was probably stalking your account just like you did to his, you now regret being so glued to your phone and his feed as you missed his reactions to your own feed.

“Do you wanna know why?” You continue when he nods. “I love travelling, it’s when I’m happiest. I love trying new food, seeing the culture, I love getting a break. This teddy has been with me since day 1, through thick and thin, so it means a lot to me that it’s also experienced some of my best memories with me. I make it tradition to take a photo in front of the country that I’m visiting biggest landmark, holding Theo.”

Jeno looks at the teddy bear with genuine admiration, his smile growing more tender. "It's worn out.” you mumble, a hint of apology in your voice. "But it's still sentimental," he says, understanding the value it holds for you. The moment feels beautiful, Jeno holding something that carries so many memories and brings you comfort.

As he looks at the teddy bear, you decide this is a memory worth capturing. "The tradition is taking a photo with my teddy, so..." you trail off, grabbing your camera.

Jeno, intrigued, asks, "What's the special landmark this time?"

You pause, then playfully respond, "My bed," only realising how it might sound after the words leave your mouth.

Flustered, you try to clarify, "I didn't mean—"

But Jeno finds it amusing, his laughter filling the room. "It's okay," he reassures you, still smiling. As the laughter lingers, you seize the moment, capturing it with a click of the camera. The soft bear rests in Jeno's hands, and he's caught in the act of laughing, his focus off the camera as he gazes at you.

Excitement builds as you show him the photo, his expression unreadable. However, there's a fondness in his eyes that speaks volumes. "Send me it," he requests, and before the words fully leave his mouth, the photo is already on his phone. It's a moment frozen in time, a memory shared, and a connection deepening between you and Jeno.

As the laughter subsides, a profound stillness envelops the room. Your gaze locks with Jeno's, and suddenly, everything else fades into the background. There's an intensity in the air, and it's as if a cascade of unspoken thoughts and feelings clouds your minds, creating a shared moment that defies explanation.

In the midst of this intimate silence, you find the courage to break it. Your voice, a mere whisper, carries the weight of vulnerability, "You know, I don't let anyone touch my teddy. His name is Theo." The admission hangs there, lingering, as the depth of trust and connection grows between you and Jeno. In that shared gaze, you both seem to get lost, lost in a space where time slows, and the world outside becomes a mere backdrop.

Finally, breaking the spell, you continue, "You're the first who's held him other than me." The words bridge the unspoken gap between you, sealing a bond that laughter and shared moments have forged. It's a moment both intense and intimate, etched in the quiet exchange of looks and the admission of something so personal.

Later that night, after Jeno had left, you find yourself scrolling through Instagram. Your heart races when you spot the latest post on your feed. A smile spreads across your face as you click on Jeno's profile, and the photo you took of him stands out in contrast to his usually serious and cohesive theme. It adds a touch of brightness and spontaneity.

Lee Jeno

*Image Attached*

Me and Theo :)

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Lee Jeno had seamlessly become a constant presence in your life, transcending the boundaries of your initial collaboration on the project. Friendship had blossomed, revealing layers of connection that went beyond the academic realm.

In the quietude of your shared space, you both spent countless hours together, revealing your true selves. Jeno’s kindness became something you grew incredibly attracted to. This became evident when Chaewon went through a tough breakup, and Jeno, true to his protective nature, comforted her in such a perfect way, he also held Chanhee accountable for his actions.

One evening, as the moon hung high in the sky, Jeno confided in you about his involvement in charity work, your mouth opening wide when you realise he works closely with the exact charity that you hold close to your heart. The revelation sparked a conversation that stretched into the early hours of the morning. Plans for the future unfolded organically, with both of you promising that you’d work hard so you could have a more active role in the charity, side by side. You even helped each other fill out the application for a post–graduate scheme the charity runs.

There were nights when words weren't necessary. The silence that enveloped you both wasn't awkward; instead, it became a source of comfort. Jeno cared for you in ways that transcended the project work. He brushed your hair, knowing it pained you to do it yourself. He cooked for you, he cleaned for you.

His caring nature extended to the smallest details—reminding you to take breaks during study sessions, massaging your hair and neck and personally ensuring you stayed hydrated by placing your water bottle in front of your lips every now and then. Jeno became attuned to your needs, completing small errands when the weight of your busy schedule became overwhelming.

As the night wore on, thoughts of Jeno lingered in your mind. You think about him all night long. His kindness had woven its way into the fabric of your daily life, making his presence as essential as the air you breathed. The bond you shared, born out of shared projects, charity work, and late-night conversations, had grown into something deeper—a connection that defied definition but spoke volumes in the language of shared glances, comfortable silences, and unwavering support.

In the hushed hours of the night, the doorbell's familiar chime cut through the silence, announcing Jeno's unannounced presence. It was 1am, this wasn’t unusual, it could only be him.

As the door closed behind him, Jeno's gaze found you, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he licked them. "You look hot.” he declared, eliciting a flutter of giddiness within you. Blushing, you responded, "Stop it." Yet Jeno's playful persistence only deepened.

A hint of tipsiness clung to him, altering the atmosphere with a subtle shift in demeanour. Jeno's eyes, unable to look away from you, held a different intensity. "Am I making you feel uncomfortable?" he whispered seductively.

Shaking your head, you admitted, "It feels good.” embracing the newfound confidence his attention bestowed upon you. The sexy dress and meticulous makeup became a canvas, painting you in a different light.

“Does it feel good? Yeah?” His words lingered in the air, stirring emotions you were still discovering.

Your cheeks become red, quickly changing the topic. "Heejin was just bored and said she wanted to give me a makeover," you explained, attempting to divert attention from your newfound allure.

"Mmm," Jeno responded, his eyes revealing a flicker of something different. Captivated and a bit tipsy, his gaze lingered on you with newfound intensity. “I was gonna come over so we could do some work, but I feel quite distracted.” Jeno confessed, his eyes still locked on you. The suggestion of a new plan flickered in his gaze.

"You look good, let me take a photo." he proposed, and you found yourself becoming Jeno's muse. His skilled hands orchestrated the scene, capturing a moment blending sensuality with artistry. The photo, zoomed in, portrayed your cleavage adorned with a faint lace veil, jewelry perfectly placed, and his delicate touch moving your fingers over your chest, adding a new allure. As the camera clicked, the image froze in time, encapsulating a night of unexpected comforts and unspoken connections.

In the dimly lit room, the ambiance shifted as Jeno's intense gaze lingered on you. "You're beautiful." he uttered, his voice a low and seductive whisper that hung in the air. The atmosphere grew charged with an unspoken tension as his fingertips delicately traced over your fingers, still resting on your chest. A subtle chill accompanied the graze of his thumb over your rings, an act that heightened the intimacy of the moment.

Trapped in the magnetic pull of his gaze, you found yourself getting lost in the depths of each other's eyes. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you in a silent exchange of emotions. The unspoken connection between you both spoke volumes, the touch of fingers and the locked gaze creating a romantic dance that transcended words. In that intimate space, time seemed to stand still, encapsulating the beauty of a moment suspended in the quiet acknowledgment of shared feelings.

Later that night you lay restless, head flat on your pillow, contemplating the desire to kick Jeno. Countless sleepless nights had been because of him, you keep thinking about earlier. As if summoned by your contemplation, your phone lit up, confirming your intuition—it was Jeno.

✧ ✧ ✧

Heejin insisted there was something brewing between you and Jeno, emphasizing the exchanged glances and the countless hours you spent together. Initially, Yeonjun and Soobin dismissed her claims, but once she managed to sway their opinions, you found yourself accused by three people of harbouring feelings for Lee Jeno.

Rather than denying it, you acknowledge the undeniable allure of Jeno. Who wouldn’t be captivated by him? He’s truly one of a kind. However, your feelings for him remain a fantasy, an unrealistic dream. “Even if I do, Heejin, he would never go for me.”

Heejin rolls her eyes at your apparent obliviousness. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.”

Soobin, wearing a puzzled expression, questions you, “Why do you say that?”

“It’s what Yeonjun said to me. He said that he’s a fuckboy, he doesn’t get into relationships and doesn’t want anything serious. Plus, I don’t fit into his scene. We have a lot of fun in my house but I don’t think I’ve ever hung out with him or his friends on campus apart from the occasional small talk, it kinda sucks…”

You regularly find yourself thinking about Yeonjun’s warning and it surprises you because the Lee Jeno you had gotten to know was so different from that. He was kind, caring and thoughtful, you couldn’t imagine him as a notorious fuck boy but if you were being fully honest to yourself, it did make sense. There was no denying that he was horny and incredibly sexual, nor was there denying his unbeatable looks and the attention his presence attracts.

Yeonjun shakes his head. “I can’t believe what I said either. He’s completely different to what I stereotyped him as. He’s still the most popular guy on campus but he’s actually a really sweet and down to earth guy, you know? He cares about his studies but he also cares about having fun, that’s why he always gets high and parties. He’s really humble and having one to one conversations with him is actually life changing, I see why Y/N spends most of her time with him. I’m not gonna lie, I think I’m catching feelings.” Yeonjun laughs, claiming the last bit was a lie, wincing when Soobin smacks him on the head.

“I heard he’s stopped sleeping around, Seoyeon and Nagyung tried to initiate something with him but he turned them down, he’s been turning a lot of people down which is unlike him.” Heejin says, clearly she’s heard all the gossip.

“Why?” You whisper in a faint voice.

The three of them exchange amused glances, and before you can fully grasp the situation, you let out a heavy sigh, accompanied by a crying noise.

“I want him,” you admit, tears welling up as you cry out, letting your emotions take over. Uncertain about why you’re reacting this way, you simply know you can’t deny it any longer – you’ve fallen completely and utterly for him.

Heejin wraps you in a warm hug. “Why are you crying?”

In confusion, a hint of hysteria in your voice, you shake your head. “I don’t know! I just want him.”

The weeks continue and you and Jeno have made good progress on your project, you still spend a lot of time together. There’s a shift in the atmosphere and air now as you actively like him, you try to fight back your feelings when interacting with him but you act on them, in the worst possible way, in fear and awkwardness.

You’re different around him. You don’t know if he can notice it. You confuse yourself, you also confuse Heejin and Yeonjun, who are the only ones who know about your unrequited and secret feelings and you made them promise to not tell anyone (Soobin knows).

You undeniably act crazy, for some reason that’s beyond you, you try and play matchmaker for him. “There’s a girl in my class who’s really pretty and cute, she’s sweet and she’ll suit you. Her name is Karina, do you know her?” You question words that should sound sweet and helpful but there’s a disconnection as you speak.

He shakes his head immediately, “I’m not interested.”

You don’t know why you’re so adamant. “But I heard you like going for girls? She’s a girl, I think she’s interested in you as well.”

He turns it down once again. “I’m sick of all the fucking, maybe I just want something serious.” You wonder if his words are directed at you, or are you delusional? Self doubt fills you, your thoughts attacking and fighting against what you feel in your heart. You’re not his type. He would never go for you.

The atmosphere shifts, leaving you in a state of confusion and anxiety. Trying to deflect, you push, “She’s really pretty, like the prettiest girl on campus.”

“I think you’re prettier,” he says softly, his gaze fixed on you. The air turns serious and intimate as his words linger, weaving into the ambiance, creating a moment where your anxiety and overthinking become almost palpable.

✧ ✧ ✧

What you don’t realise is that Jeno fell for your first.

Underneath the soft glow of string lights in your cozy living room, Jeno sits beside you on the couch. The air is filled with the familiar scent of popcorn, and the soft melody of "About Time" starts playing on the TV. As the scenes of the epic love story unfold, Jeno's eyes occasionally flicker to the screen, but more often, they're drawn to you.

You're completely absorbed in the movie, blissfully unaware of the fact that Jeno has not paid attention to the plot at all, he’s watching you, experiencing a beautiful story unfolding right in front of him. He knows he's fallen in deep when the realisation hits him like a wave.

It’s not like you can complain about his lack of attention towards the screen, it’s not like you paid attention when he made you watch his choice of movie, some geeky sci-fi that you fell asleep to less than halfway through.

The warm, dim light accentuates the gentle curve of your smile as you feed him popcorn, turning to face him and smiling every now and then. He's mesmerised by the way your eyes light up with each romantic scene, and he can't help but smile in response.

The soft giggle that escapes your lips becomes music to his ears, and he finds himself captivated by the subtle nuances of your laughter. The way you effortlessly create an atmosphere of comfort and joy leaves him in awe.

Jeno tries to make sense of the fluttering sensation in his chest, an unfamiliar but welcome feeling. Falling for someone wasn't part of his usual narrative, yet here he is, embracing the complexity of emotions. Your kindness, the shared moments, and the discoveries of common ground are etching memories in his heart.

Despite your differences, the attraction grows stronger. He admires your calmness, a sanctuary he craves, while you find solace in his fearless spirit. Yet, the walls of your connection seem confined to the space within your house, and Jeno feels a longing to extend it beyond.

He suggests hanging out outside, but each invitation is met with your dedication to studies. Parties and town visits are dismissed with a polite reminder of your academic commitments. Jeno understands, even though he wishes to be part of your world beyond the books.

The realisation settles in—he should dislike someone whose life revolves around studying, but he can't bring himself to feel anything but admiration. The mystery of why he's drawn to you, combined with the unspoken tension between you two, leaves Jeno questioning the unexpected turn of his feelings.

He confided in his childhood best friend, the one who knows him the best, Na Jaemin.

Jeno sits on Jaemin’s bed, frustration etched on his face as he scrolls through your social media feed. Each picture elicits a sweet smile from him, and he can’t deny the growing warmth in his chest every time he thinks about you.

“What the fuck is happening to me, Jaemin?” Jeno blurts out, his gaze fixed on your adorable posts. “I never thought I’d fall for her, and now I’m planning our future and naming our hypothetical children.”

The words sound almost surreal as they leave his lips, and Jeno can’t believe he’s uttering such sentiments. Perhaps the alcohol has loosened his inhibitions, his attempt to drown his feelings gone awry as thoughts of you flood his mind.

Frustrated, he barges into Jaemin’s room, pouring out his heart about his unexpected attraction, his desire for you, and the constant presence of your thoughts haunting him.

“So, what do you want to do about it?” Jaemin inquires, assessing his friend’s dilemma.

“I don’t know,” Jeno confesses, uncertainty clouding his expression. The beating sensation in his heart felt so foreign.

“Is this normal?” Jeno asks, his voice laced with fear.

Jaemin can’t help but laugh at the irony. “This is the most normal you’ve ever been.”

✧ ✧ ✧

You don’t know how you found yourself indoors on a Friday night, laying on your bed, Lee Jeno beside you, as he talks to you about his favourite sex position.

“I love them all. The doggy, I love being able to touch everything, hips, tits, boobs, while I pound into the pussy like crazy. I love being restrained and tied up. I love when I’m choked or when I choke. I love when someone rides me, uses me to get off, doesn’t let me touch them. Fuck. But I also love sucking on titties while my dick is being bounced up and down on. Y/N, I just love sex.” He finishes with a satisfied sigh, playful eyes looking deep into yours, not breaking contact for even a second as he speaks.

He chuckles, “You?”

You nearly choke. “I – I don’t have as much experience as you but I just like plain old missionary, you know? I like looking into someone's eyes as we’re making love. I crave feeling loved and seen, I want every inch of my body kissed, I want a connection so deep that every worry fades away. I just want to feel loved and appreciated, you know?”

Jeno’s silent, his eyes turning dim as he sees you in a new light. It’s the way he’s looking at you. You blush, your eyes inviting him in a soft whisper. He hums and nods in agreement. “You’re adorable.” His finger moves to nudge your nose and you do the same to him.

“So you’re not a needy slut?” His unexpected change of subject makes you choke. You jab him in the chest, shaking your head, tongue prodding the inside of your cheek as he looks at you with a playfulness. “I always imagined you as one…” He mumbles, his firm grip on your face conveys a powerful desire for your unwavering attention, a silent plea for you to remain captivated by his gaze.

You roll your eyes. “Just because I want to feel loved by my partner doesn’t mean that I don’t have a freaky side.” You pout, crossing your arms as you refuse to look him in the eyes.

“It’s not my fault that I haven’t been given the opportunity to explore that side of me. I mean sure, I want to have crazy sex but when you’re as inexperienced as me, I mean, call me boring but my body count is only 1. What’s yours?”

He ignores your question, asking his own. “You’re not a virgin?” His tone comes across as more perplexing and shocked than he would’ve wanted but when he realises that you’ve not taken it the wrong way, instead you burst out in laughter, he sighs a breath of relief. His eyes light up at how precious your laugh is, it pulls at his heart string and makes him yearn for something that utterly and truly confuses him.

“I used to have a boyfriend.” You mumble, looking down and picking at your nail, a sense of loss in your voice which gives Jeno an unusual tear in his insides. He’s used to seeing you nervous but it still makes him wish he could take everything away.

“Hey.” He smiles, a sweet tone and his gentle fingers come underneath your chin, softly caressing the skin as he turns your face to look his way. Gone were the days where you’d break away from his intimate eye contact due to feeling butterflies. Though the fluttering sensation remains, there’s now an endearing quality that compels you to keep looking.

He doesn’t need to ask for you to open up and explain, you do that without a second thought now, that’s how comfortable you’ve become with him. “It was my first relationship, my first kiss, my first – you know.” You laugh awkwardly and he widens his eyes, tongue prodding against his cheek in annoyance. Why the hell is he annoyed?

“It was perfect. I mean – it seemed perfect. We were so different, in no world could I imagine being together. He was a lot more adventurous than I was, in a lot of ways. He used to party a lot, he had a very big friend group, he was really outgoing and social. He always used to receive so much attention and then obviously me, the only girl he’s ever settled down with, became the negative side of that attention that he got.”

“I realised that our differences didn’t make us an ideal match. I really wanted us to work, I wanted to prove to myself that the person you love doesn’t have to have the same likes and interests as you, because what’s the fun in that? I wanted to fall so badly in love with the world that he was in, I wanted to become familiar with it but it was too much for me. I used to get so overwhelmed with anxiety and pressure, I found myself acting so unlike myself, I didn’t want to change who I was for him but I ended up on that path. I mean, we broke up before it got extreme. It would’ve been easier if he was a cruel person but he wasn’t, he isn’t. I think I realised that I couldn’t put up with his hectic lifestyle, it all just became a bit too much. Sometimes, though, I felt like that relationship ate away at my self worth and that I begin to matter less and less. I feel like I was never good enough –“

“Don’t you ever say that.” He interrupts, not letting you undermine yourself. As he senses your silence and the stillness on your face, he inches closer. It’s now you who can’t tear your gaze away from him, your heart beats as you feel the warmth of his body. He gently wipes away a falling tear, the warmth of his eyes not leaving yours for a second. His hands then securing your shoulders. He pulls you into a warm embrace, you break into sobs, held tightly in his comforting softness.

You’re not sure when but the comfort in the touches escalated to a level that felt unusual for ‘friends’ but it felt so normal for the two of you.

He lays down on your bed, cushioned by the dozen pillows surrounded by you guys but the main thing warming his heart was your body pressed on top of his, your head tucked into the crevice of his neck as he smooths your hair. He occasionally drops kisses to your temple, his reason being that you were crying and he knows your number one comfort in the world is physical touch but he’s run out of his excuse when you stop crying.

You pout against his skin when he suddenly stops smoothing out your hair, he chuckles and immediately starts once again. What you don’t know is that his heart momentarily stopped as your lips made contact with your skin. It’s a feeling he’s never experienced, the flutter of butterflies in his stomach, the quickened beat of his heart like a melody finding its rhythm.

Your eyes meet in a silent exchange, an intimate haven A warmth envelops the air as your gazes intertwine, feelings that make sense, feelings that don’t make sense. The atmosphere is gentle, like a comforting breeze that whispers sweet secrets. In that tender moment, time seems to slow, and the world around you fades into a soft blur.

He rests his palm against your cheek, the contact making a genuine smile spread across your face as you lean into the touch, your cheek rubbing against his palm as you let out a hum of satisfaction. His other hand continues caressing your hair, you normally would’ve been annoyed as he was making fresh hair greasy but you can’t find it in you to act on that, especially not when he’s looking at you the way he is right now.

“I don’t ever wanna hear you say you’re not good enough, ok?” He says and his tone is comforting yet strict, it was conflicting in a way. He nudges your nose with his thumb. “You’re my favourite person right now.”

You nod, looping your arms around his neck in a bid to get closer. “I promise, I won’t.”

He goes silent then tuts, huffing in disbelief. “What about me?” He questions, offended. He’s exaggerating, he’s doing it to make you laugh and he hasn’t failed.

“You’re my favourite person right now too.” You admit, your heart is weighed down with emotion and your voice reveals your depth of feelings

“Did he treat you well?” Jeno asks, brows furrowing in concern, his protective stance making you smile.

“It’s complicated. Sexually, it wasn’t the best. After the relationship passed I realised that my needs and desires weren’t pleased the way I deserved them to be. It was always me getting down on my knees, I think I cummed like twice in the entire three months. It was just –”

“You deserve better than that.”

Jeno's intense gaze deepens, pupils dilating with a mixture of empathy and resolve. "You deserve better than that. You’re so fucking beautiful and intelligent. You’re so cherished. You deserve the best sex that anyone can ever give you, every need met. You deserve to cum a thousand times a night. I promise I’ll show you.” The tension in the air grows thicker as he leans in closer to you, just when you think he’s gonna kiss you, he smiles, his promise carrying a soft reassurance. It’s one that confuses you but you can’t deny the way your eyes lit up and the soreness of your cheeks from smiling.

A silence passes and it’s both exciting and terrifying. He’s never looked at you like this before. You want to ask him what he’s feeling, to act in the way that he’s looking at you and holding you but a part of you doesn’t have the confidence for that yet.

“Now you need to tell me, what’s up with everyone telling me you’re a fuckboy?” You question him, a poor way on your behalf to move the conversation forward.

You can see that he’s taken aback by your question in his eyes but they twinkle nonetheless. “I just love having sex.” He answers quickly and bluntly, eyes deep into yours as he reveals his truth, you try to laugh off your nerves but his gaze is locking with such intensity into yours. He chuckles at your reaction, at how red and flustered you’ve become. He loves this.

“I’m not a fuckboy though. You know me, you don’t think I’m mean, do you?”

You shake your head immediately, gulping and tearing your eyes from him as he calls you a good girl. He means it harmlessly but it fucks with your head. You quickly talk to ignore the racing beat of your heart. “You’re so sweet and kind to me – ” You laugh, stopping mid sentence to pinch his cheeks which to your surprise, he doesn’t even stop you from doing. “But Jeno… I’ve seen you be quite unfriendly to other people.”

“They deserve it.” He answers with no hesitation.

“I still don’t get why everyone kept speaking about you like you were a notorious fuckboy, you know so many people warned me to stay away from you, I obviously didn’t listen.”

He sighs, scratching his neck. “They’re just jealous that we get along so well but it doesn’t bother me because at the end of the day, we’re making the best memories together. And people don’t know the true story, they just comment on what they see and assume the worst. I’m not a fuckboy like that. Yeah sure, I like, well I used to like sleeping around but I was never a ‘rude fuck boy’. I have respect for each and every girl I sleep with, I make sure they’re cared for, before and after we’re fucking, that they feel good at all times whilst they’re with me. I make sure they don’t feel like I’m just using them for sex even though I don’t want anything further with these girls, I make it clear that the only thing I’m looking for is good sex and they always know that before going into it with me, it avoids disappointment and high expectations. Although I’ve had problems before, it doesn’t matter.”

He explains and a silence follows. You have so many thoughts, so many questions you want to ask and you don’t know where to start but before you know it, one is spilling from your lips before you can properly think of what you’re asking. “Why did you stop?”

He hums, looking at you and raising an eyebrow.

“You said you ‘used’ to like fucking around, why have you stopped?”

“What do you think?”

You hiss in annoyance, he’s normally always keen to explain and talk through everything and anything to you so why is he being so secretive and blunt right now? You don’t understand why he’s keeping his words to a minimum.

“I don’t know so can you stop being so –”

“How am I supposed to have sex with these girls when I’m wishing that they were you?”

In the warm, charged air, their breaths mix like a dance, full of longing. Just a few words reshape everything. It's weird – no nerves or awkwardness, just a flutter in your heart, embraced in the moment. He holds you with strong arms, bodies fitting together perfectly. His captivating eyes connect with yours deeply. It feels just right, a special moment.

"Jeno," you say softly, and he responds with a hum.

"Yeah. I want you," he says, his thumb gently touching your bottom lip.

His radiant grin and those mesmerising eyes captivate your attention, urging you to keep gazing at him but you have a better idea. Your tender lips meet his, your eyes naturally close, succumbing to the delicate touch. The kiss, a mere caress of skin against skin, sparks a delightful frenzy within, setting your entire being alight. Immobile, you find yourself unable to resist, and there's no desire to. In this moment, you yearn for time to stretch indefinitely – the subtle hint of cinnamon warmth, the fragrance of fresh rain, and the exquisite sensation of his breath mingling with yours – a wish for this enchanting experience to linger.

Lost in each other's lips and locked in a gaze that speaks volumes, the night unfolds with passionate embraces and tangled limbs. You feel Jeno's desire, a palpable energy that fuels the connection. His scent, a mix of warmth and subtle cologne, envelops you, adding another layer to the sensory experience.

The kisses are intense and insatiable, each touch leaving an indelible mark on the night. Jeno's lips move with purpose, exploring and igniting a fervor that courses through both of you. The taste of him is addictive, the play of tongues an intricate dance of desire. As you straddle him, the heat between you grows, the kisses deepening in both intensity and intimacy.

It's not just a physical connection; it's a shared exploration of passion. Jeno's hands on your body convey a hunger matched by your own, creating an electric current that courses through every touch. The room is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and the symphony of kisses, creating a sensory tapestry that encapsulates the entirety of this unforgettable night.

✧ ✧ ✧

As soon as you open the door, you barely have time to recollect your thoughts or greet him as his lips are pressed against yours.

He grabbed you firmly, and backed you up against the wall beside the door as he swiftly closed it. His lips come crashing into yours, tongue adjacent. You barely had time to think or react. Your eyes widened in astonishment as he pulled away for a moment, his eyes met yours with a smile.

“Hello to you too.” You whimper, his lips kissing along your jaw, while his hands slid along your body.

He breaks it up as he senses it’s getting too heated, you’re both breathing heavily and flustered. His eyes sparkle as he takes in your appearance, bottom lip tugged under his teeth as he looks you up and down. “You look cute.” He compliments.

You give him a giddy smile, feeling hot as his heated gaze is still taking in all of your body and he’s not hiding it. You’re laughing against his shoulder when he pulls you in for a warm hug, the embrace filling your veins with joy. He kisses your cheek, you tie your hands together and realise you really do look cosy. You were in the fluffiest of socks, your hair was in a messy bun and you were wearing your glasses. Your cheeks heat up when you remember that you were only wearing a t-shirt and underwear, you were sure he could see your nipples peek through your flimsy top and if you rose ever so slightly, your panties would be on show.

“I dress for comfort.” You say with pride.

“And I don’t?”

You shake your head, you were honest and unfiltered. “You really don’t, every day is like a runaway for you but I’m not complaining.” He always looks hot.

“Why are you so dressed up right now?” You question, glancing sideways to look at the clock. “It’s 1am. What are you even doing right now?” You cross your arms over your chest.

“What have you been doing?” He reverses his question back to you.

You clap your hands with excitement and he can’t help but grin at how cute he finds you like this. “I’ve been working on the assignment. Do you want me to show you all I’ve worked on?” You question, hand already in his and you’re ready to drag him to your room before he interjects.

“You should’ve showed me earlier when I was trying to sleep.” He is completely unfazed. Kissing your forehead as his form of apology when you start sulking. You grab his tie, the action making him flustered which you don’t realise.

You fiddle with the material. Eyes dancing over him again.

He exudes attractiveness in smart trousers that complement his silhouette perfectly, paired with a meticulously fitted shirt. Every detail oozes of confidence, from the crisp lines of the trousers to the way the shirt hugs his muscular and broad form with tailored precision. His black leather jacket is resting against his shoulders, adding warmth and comfort to his attire. “You still haven’t told me, why are you so dressed up?”

He doesn’t answer at first so you loop your arms around his neck to ensure his full attention is on you. He seems a bit distracted, you realise he’s looking down as your shirt has risen, he’s looking at your lace underwear peeking through, the all so familiar heat in his eyes that you’re so used to.

“Hey!” He meets your eyes with an apologetic yet guilty glance, he truly couldn’t help himself. He bites his lips and you take the time to truly take him all in.

His hair, pitch black and casually slicked back, has a few stray strands escaping the gel, falling playfully over his forehead. Your hand naturally reaches to caress the hair on his neck, enjoying its length. Fingers moving to dangle against his earrings, adoring how he was always so dressed up, he took so much pride in his appearance and the attentiveness was hot.

His face is like something out of a magazine, intense, heated eyes, soft cheeks, lips still swollen from your kisses, a sharp jawline, and the cutest dimples. He looks stunning, surpassing anyone you've seen before. It's not just his looks; the way he looks at you confirms he's a masterpiece, as if he's walked out of an impressionist painting.

His sides of his lips curve up in the most boyish smile as he checks you checking him out. “You think I’m sexy?” He questions, voice purposefully low and seductive. You’ve learnt that he’s quite shameless and cheeky, he has no limit or shame.

“Answer me.” He says as you’re silent.

“Yeah.” You answer simply, voice coming in a small whisper which makes him coo at how cute you are.

He kisses your lips briefly before finally telling you why he’s come to you in such attire. “You’ll see why I’m so dressed up in about an hour.“ He looks at his watch before finishing. “And now you’re gonna be dressed up.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as he moves your arms from around his neck so he can take your hand in his, walking the two of you outside to where his car is parked. He opens the passenger door with one hand, pulling you in front of him with his other, arm coming to rest around your front, his compact yet soft hold keeping you in place against his body heat, flush against flush. You’re so close to him.

You feel an electric shock of butterflies surge through your veins when he leans over to grab the bags on the seat, you lean over in tow. He’s made it difficult for himself to grab the bags by placing you in front of him but you learn that he’s just content to feel your body against his, you never realised how touchy and clingy he truly could be. He rests his head against your shoulder, kissing the skin below your ear as he sighs when you relish in his touch, leaning back into him, closing your eyes in bliss. Truth is, you find yourself craving for his touchy side.

“I don’t want you to get cold.” He explains himself. It’s his excuse, how could you get cold when you’ve been outside for a mere minute? You giggle when he ends the moment to drag you back inside. It was definitely an excuse.

“What the hell is in these bags?” You question, eyes widening as you look at the brands. This was a lot of money.

“Well, I remember you telling me that you felt like you didn’t have enough going out clothes so I got you some that I know you’d look really good in.” He explains like it’s nothing, laughing as he sees your agape mouth and startled eyes. No one has ever done this for you.

“You shouldn’t have!”

After a lot of back and forth, you trying to reject the gifts, him telling you to shush and to just accept this gesture, you finally accept the gifts with hesitation, promising him that you’ll make it up to him.

“When did you even have time to go shopping?” He left your house at around 10pm with a kiss to your forehead, telling you he had some university work to do. He felt guilty as you pleaded him to stay the night but he promised he would another day.

“I just couldn’t sleep, I kept thinking about you.” He explains, his honesty being a major turn on for you.

“I told you not to go.” You mumble with a pout.

“Well I’m here now.”

“I went shopping for you. It didn’t take long, I know what you like.” He says and you’re left wondering how?. You don’t even think you know yourself like that, whenever you’re shopping it’s always a lengthy struggle.

He leans down and your eyes nearly tear at how attractive he truly is.

His shirt clings to his muscles, showing off the definition in his lean and toned chest as he leans down, rummaging through the bags with a determined look. Your thirst is quenched by the view of his thighs, snug and fabulous, displaying their shape in a really appealing way.

He finally finds what he’s looking for with a satisfying grin, leaning up and handing over the material gently in your hands. Your skin beams at the luxurious silk, it’s smooth texture inviting a gentle caress in your hand. “You’re gonna wear this one.” He asks, more like tells but you don’t have a problem with it. Seeing the mere satisfaction he gets from telling you to wear a dress that he’s brought out for you and one that he likes is enough to make you feel confident and secure in the choice.

“You know my size?” You question in suprise, eyeing the label as you speak.

He wiggles his eyebrows, a smirk plastered on his face. “Of course I do.” His tone is playful.

You look at him with surprise, this is a side to him that’s so unexpected and different. Jenos, once more reserved and friendly with you, underwent a noticeable transformation when he received the green light of your interest in him. The subtle shift in his demeanour revealed a confidence that he had been hiding, he began to explore a more touchy and sensual side. His interactions became imbued with a palpable energy, as if he had unlocked a deeper connection and sought to express it through physical closeness. The change in his actions spoke volumes about the impact of your reciprocated feelings, turning moments of restraint into an exploration of intimacy.

The unexpected emergence of Jenos' flirty, touchy, and loving side sparked a thrilling response, stirring a sense of arousal. The contrast from his previous reserved nature amplified the allure, creating a magnetic pull of excitement. The novelty of exploring this unanticipated dimension of his personality added a layer of passion, turning the ordinary into an exhilarating adventure. The element of surprise, coupled with the genuine connection, heightened the attraction and fueled a sense of desire for the uncharted territories of this newfound intimacy.

“What’s your favourite colour?”

“Black.” You and him answer at the same time and his eyes lift up in satisfaction. You’re questioning two things, why would he ask if he already knows? And how does he know so much about you? It makes you question whether you’re an open book or whether he’s just so attentive and observant, you know it’s the latter. Even your best friend doesn’t know this much about you.

“You know, your favourite colour doesn’t match your personality.” He whispers, leaning down, his breath caressing your ear before his whisper does. “It makes me so much more intrigued by you, I know you have a side that you haven’t shown anyone, I can’t wait until you’re ready to show me it.”

You’re stunned by his words but he doesn’t even give you time to react fully or respond. “Try it on.”

“But where are we going?” You question, lips in a pout, cheeks flushed and eyes soft, hoping it would evoke sympathy so he’d tell you as you can’t stand surprises but he doesn’t budge.

“What’s with all the questions?” He says in an amused tone, secretly loving how you were freaking out inside.

“I –“

“Don’t you trust me?” He says, voice gentle and heart sincere.

“Of course I do.” You answer without thinking. He’s earned your trust through time.

“Good girl.” He smiles, thumb caressing your bottom lip, looking down at you with equal amounts of trust and appreciation in his eyes. What you felt for each other was undeniable and unquestionably mutual. “Now go change.”

Your eyes widen and your cheeks become flustered, a redness that was starting to become usual around him. He pecks your lips before closing his eyes in front of you, covering his eyes with his palm before turning around. “Is this okay?” He questions and you nod, telling him yes.

Sliding into the dress feels like a graceful embrace, the feeling heightened as you know it’s picked out and chosen by Jeno. The silk glides effortlessly over your skin, casting a sensation. As it inches up, there's a gentle caress against your legs and thighs, and the dress wraps you in a luxurious cocoon, creating a heightened sense of elegance and allure.

You let out a shudder of cold breath when you realise that there’s a zip on the back, one that you probably would have reached with some effort but you had a better idea. “Jeno.” You call out to him, your faint voice filling the hot atmosphere.

“You’re finished?” He says, palm still over his eyes and they wouldn’t move until you told him so.

“Just turn around.”

A rush of breath escapes him as he emerges from a minute of darkness, greeted by the captivating sight of your back. The silhouette reveals a subtle curve, the graceful lines drawing his attention, and a mix of anticipation and wonder floods through him at the unexpected beauty unveiled before his eyes.

“Can you help me with the zip?” You ask, shyly, not knowing what to feel as you were met with his silence.

“Yes.” He answers and for the first time, he sounds speechless in your presence.

His fingers trace a delicate path along the exposed skin as he slowly zips up the back of your dress, eyes following in awe. The metallic whisper of the zipper weaves a subtle melody, punctuating the intimacy of the moment. The fabric yields to your touch, caressing your spine in a tender dance. Each upward motion is a silent promise, creating an electric connection between you, as if sealing the dress is an act of sealing the shared passion. The room is filled with an unspoken language, where every tug of the zipper threads binds you closer, making the ritual of dressing a ritual of desire. His fingertips create an intimate connection, his touch lingering as if etching a map on your spine. You’ve never felt closer.

“Done.” He whispers with a kiss to the back of your neck, leaving his lips there to linger, the feeling of his skin against yours leaving goosebumps.

“Thank you.” You mumble, moving to turn around and face him but before you can do so, his hands around your waist secure you. He moves your hair from one side and tucks it behind your ear, you relish in his touch, breath hitching in your throat when you realise you’re both standing in front of the mirror.

Your own reflection is a welcome surprise. The dress hugs your curves beautifully, accentuating them in a way you could’ve never imagined. The cleavage on show makes you feel shy but the way Jeno’s looking at you takes it all away. You can see how he’s looking at you through the reflection, his eyes carrying such intensity and heat, it speaks of desire.

His voice, a symphony of sensuality and seduction, whispered, "You look so beautiful, baby." His eyes, filled with desire, traced an enchanting path across your form, lingering on the curves that the dress embraced so gracefully. A subtle, knowing smile played upon his lips as his fingertips delicately explored those curves.

“Can you see how beautiful you look?” He pressed a soft kiss against your skin, the intimacy heightened as you pressed back, sighing as you melted fully into him. In that moment, the air was filled with the magnetic allure of shared affection, an intimate atmosphere that bound you together in the dance of whispered words, gentle kisses, and the tender touch that spoke volumes.

He hums when you haven’t answered.

“Yes.” You answer simply, not knowing that you could feel this way.

“Can I put your hair up?” He questions, voice coming out as a quiet lull. You nod, your hair is already in a messy bun but you assume he wanted to do it neatly.

You look in astonishment as he focuses on you with his full attention, smoothing out the strands and putting everything in place before creating what could’ve possibly been the best hairstyle you’ve ever seen on yourself. It was an elegant bun, framing pieces giving a whole new level of sophistication and elegance to your look, his attention to detail surprised you.

You laugh and it unexpectedly brings humour to such a heated and intimate moment. “When did you learn how to do all this?” You question, he could do hair better than you.

“I like when your hair is up.” He whispers into your ear, a playfulness deep in his tone which fucks with your head even more.

“You look so much better than I could’ve imagined and trust me, I’ve thought about you in this dress about a hundred times since buying it.” He admits, his hands glued to your curves, he’s unable to stop caressing them.

The dress was so utterly breathtaking. “Thank you Jeno, really.” You express your gratitude, looking in the mirror and admiring the sight of your own reflection once again.

The dress is crafted from lavish black satin, so enchanting, a lustrous sheen that catches the light with every movement. The fabric gracefully cascades, accentuating the contour and curves of your body while maintaining an air of refinement. Delicate lace embellishments trace along the neckline and hem, The plunging neckline subtly accentuates your cleavage, a sight that was welcoming and new, it adds a touch of allure without being overly revealing. Its captivating elegance lies in the delicate balance between sophistication and subtle seduction, making it the most secure and perfect choice for you.

You turn around in his hold, looking up at him with the most fervent eyes before you close the small distance between you both.

Your lips met his in a passionate embrace, a desperate dance of desire. The heat of the moment intensified as he kissed you back, moulding your mouths together, creating an electric connection. Soft sighs and gentle moans lingered in the air, merging with the intoxicating warmth. It was a steamy, lingering kiss—a fusion of longing and urgency that left you both breathless, lost in the sensual currents of the shared moment.

You back away with a whimper, breathing heavily and feeling unsatisfied. Just as you’re about to kiss him back, his words cut you off. “We have to go, we’re gonna be late.” His voice is forced and pushed out, leaving you with a small pout as you follow his lead, hand ingrained in his as he walks you to the car.

His hand doesn’t let go of yours as he’s driving. You possibly can’t imagine him being any more attractive than he is in this current moment, although you don’t know that you’re in for a surprise.

As he navigates the empty road, his strong, defined arms confidently grip the steering wheel. The hum of the engine harmonises with the low timbre of his voice as he occasionally speaks to you, the small talk filling the atmosphere but never once feeling awkward or forced.

His fingers entwine with yours in a silent promise. The occasional soft kisses on your hand punctuate the drive, moments of affection seamlessly woven into the rhythm of your journey. It’s like he can’t go a moment without him touching or kissing you, little do you know that this is only the start…

Your eyes carry a magnetic allure as he parallel parks so swiftly, something that you’re both envious and turned on by. The concentration that furrows his brow makes you smile at how breathtaking he looks.

“You’re staring.” Eyes not leaving the road as he fills the silence, turning around to face you for a split second with that smirk that pulls at your heart strings.

“You look hot.”

You look around when you’ve realised he’s parked, it’s a house that’s unfamiliar to you. “We’re at your house?” You assume, stepping out the car once he’s opened the door for you, hand finding yours once again.

He nods. “Yeah I left my wallet.”

You stop for a second and look up at the house, eyes narrowing when you realise you can see light through the windows, he explains that he has roommates, people you haven’t met before. Some sound familiar, some don’t. Jaemin, Donghyuck, Renjun.

“Come.” He smiles, arms outstretched when he sees hesitation in your walk and face.

Just as you’re about to walk in, you feel unsettled and confused, you look at each other and you’re surprised to see that he’s just as confused as you are. Was this a frat house? That was the only solid explanation you could think of at the moment because why was it so loud? You hear excruciating loud music from outside, the sensation making you wince and cover your ears, this truly sounded like the worst music you’ve ever heard. You see beer bottles scattered outside and you jump when the front door opens and drunken people come in and out the house, some staring at you, some are too wasted to even notice you but they all acknowledge Jeno, it overwhelms you just how many people recognise and greet him, was he that well known and popular?

“What day is it?”

You raise your eyebrows, confused as to why he doesn’t know. “It’s Sunday.”

He curses immediately, gritting his teeth, his features arranging into pure frustration. “I’m supposed to be hosting this party, I’ve completely forgotten.” He raised his voice over the crowd of people, merely giving him the bare minimum greeting when they shout his name. He's more concerned about maneuvering through the crowd, hand in hand, trying to get to a quiet room which seemed impossible due to the sheer volume of people partying.

You throb with an overwhelming intensity. The room is buzzing with a cacophony of laughter, music, and clinking glasses that engulfs the crowded space. The pulsating bass shakes the floor as bodies move in a chaotic dance, lost in the rhythm. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol, mingling with the pungent aroma of various substances. In every corner, couples share passionately making out, their connection heightened by the vibrant atmosphere. Drunken people stumble through the crowd, their laughter blending with the ambient noise. It's a sensory overload of sights and sounds, it takes a toll on you going from such a quiet and intimate place with Jeno to this complete extreme, an intoxicating atmosphere.

As you and Jeno intertwine your fingers and walk through the crowd, a ripple of hushed whispers and lingering gazes follow you. Your connection becomes a focal point, drawing a spectrum of reactions from the surrounding onlookers. Some shoot judgmental glares, their eyes carrying a hint of intimidation and it’s aimed at you, Meanwhile, others wear expressions of genuine confusion and intrigued interest, as if trying to decipher an unexpected puzzle.

The weight of attention becomes suffocating, and your thoughts spiral with self-consciousness. You second guess every move, hyper-aware of the disapproving looks and the prying eyes. The once vibrant atmosphere of the party morphs into a claustrophobic maze, trapping you in a cycle of anxious thoughts. Jeno squeezes your hand reassuringly, but the external pressures persist, triggering a sense of vulnerability.

"Jeno, everyone is staring," you whisper under your breath, unsure if he can even hear. His response is a subtle tightening of his grip on you, silently manoeuvring you in front of him. His hands then find the sides of your face, his captivating eyes drawing you in, offering an inviting refuge that makes you forget the penetrating stares.

Your heart rate steadies as he leans in, connecting his lips to yours in a surprising move. You're taken aback, wondering how he remains unfazed by the judgmental looks. It's as if he's accustomed to the attention, his confidence astonishing you. You yearn to emulate his ability to brush off the scrutiny, but the weight of judgement lingers, a stark contrast to his composed demeanour

Feeling the tension in the air, Jeno senses your unease. Without a word, he slips off his leather jacket, the scent of familiarity enveloping you as it drapes over your shoulders. The jacket, infused with his comforting essence, serves as a shield against the prying eyes and judgement.

As you pull the jacket close, the soft leather and his distinct scent create a cocoon of security. The tactile reminder of his presence eases the nervous knot in your stomach. In that shared moment under the jacket's reassuring weight, the party's chaos fades into the background, replaced by a quiet sanctuary that Jeno, with his thoughtful gesture, has crafted just for you.

“How do you forget that you’re supposed to be hosting a party?” You question, breathing a sigh of relief when he’s finally found a vacant room, closing the door behind you and immediately pressing you against the wall, content on just holding you close to him.

“I told you, I’ve only been thinking about you. You fuck me up so much.” Jeno confesses, his voice laden with desperation and a hint of a low moan. It’s a confession painted with a mix of desire and torment.

“Jeno.” You sigh, voice laden with the same desperation and hint of low moan. Your breath catches at Jeno's intense confession, his words hanging in the air like a charged current. The vulnerability in his voice resonates with you, and a swirl of emotions envelops your senses. A mixture of surprise, desire, and a tinge of uncertainty dances in your eyes as you meet his gaze.

His expression swiftly shifts to one of apology, that beloved grin fading as he peppers your face with spongy and delicate kisses. "I’m so sorry," he whispers against your skin, his words leaving you with a sense of uncertainty and questioning.

“I can’t leave.” His tone is fixed and set and it leaves you silent, a frown on your lips as he explains himself. “I have a responsibility. Even though I completely forgot that I’m throwing this party, I’m still the host. if something happens under my roof, under my party. I just – I can’t have that.”

“What could go wrong?”

He truly can’t believe you’re asking that, he widens his eyes in surprise. “So much. It’s mainly the concern of dodgy people selling drugs and fights. I need to monitor it.”

You rarely get angry and even though you’re not, you feel the first sign of it. “It’s not your responsibility. Why do you always throw parties?”

“To give people a good time and it’s for me as well, I love getting high and partying.”

The judgement in your tone is faint but you can’t help it. “Are you sure it gives you a good time? You know you need to put yourself first. You could just… I don’t know… go to the cinema or go to the pub for a wind down. Does it always have to be clubbing, drinking, alcohol and drugs?”

You can’t even tell if your words had any effect on him as he simply doesn’t react. It’s like he’s ignored everything that you’ve said. He’s quick to change the subject. “Please can you stay? I’ll get an uber for you if you can’t but it will feel really pointless if I can’t be with you after all this.”

You purse your lips and contemplate. “ This isn’t really my scene.”

“I’ll be with you the whole night.”

You’re silent, contemplating, making a list of pros and cons in your head. You know that if it takes you this long to decide something then you should probably just go against it but it’s the way he’s looking at you which is making you consider staying. He’s totally checking you out. Eyes lingering on you with an intensity. His eyes trace the curve of your shoulders, gaze holding a certain hunger, lingering on the subtle contours of your figure, appreciating the sensuality in every curve. It's a magnetic stare, filled not just with desire but also a deep, sultry fascination, as if savouring the allure of someone already known but continually unveiling new layers.

"Do you feel good? Do you feel sexy?" He breathes into your ear, a seductive murmur that elicits a whimper. He's a master at this game, a menace, knowing exactly how to coax a "yes" from your lips.

“I do.”

“It will be a shame if you don’t stay.” He peers deep into your eyes, his gaze pleading, and his lips forming a pout.

“Why?”

“You’re someone who deserves to be shown off,” he confesses, taking your hand above your head and spinning you around. He whistles at the sight of you. “I wanna show everyone what and who they’re missing out on.”

“You look so fucking good.”

At this moment you think about your ex. You wanted to be more outgoing for him, it’s not that you wanted to change who you were, you just wanted to be more adaptable and better at adapting to surroundings and atmospheres you’re unfamiliar with but you failed to do so for him, your own insecurities and lack of self confidence led to the ultimate break up.

You don’t want the same to happen, you want to be a better version of yourself. Maybe you’ll have a good time, who knows?

You nod and he smiles. “Thank you, baby.”

“I’m not gonna drink though. I know that’s gonna be like avoiding the plague in a setting like this but I don’t want to even go near alcohol. I don’t know how your parties work but if someone tries to give me a drink or even sell to me I’m gonna be so uncomfortable.”

He tightens his grip on your hand, if even possible. “I’ll be with you, don’t worry.”

“Maybe I’ll have one drink if my favourite wine is here.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You drink?”

"I don’t mind a glass every now and then; I just don’t like intense drinking; it gives me a headache," you say, pouting slightly. He can't help but find you incredibly cute, yet the paradox of your differences intrigues him. You, the last girl he imagined falling for, bring a delicious thrill down his spine. The contrast in your preferences and personalities adds a layer of excitement, making every moment with you an unpredictable journey he's more than willing to explore.

He speaks as he opens the door, leading you out of the confined room. “What’s your favourite drink?”

“I like a glass of Moscato here and there.” You smile, you’d love it right now. Its delicate notes of peach and orange blossom provide a pleasant, easy-going flavor that suits your taste preferences. This choice allows for you to have an occasional, milder indulgence without the heaviness often associated with other wines.

“Just keep by my side, ignore everyone else.” He sweetly smiles.

As you exit the confined room, You feel a newfound assurance coursing through you. With Jeno by her side, a steady and comforting presence, you navigate through the vibrant chaos of the party with a relaxed demeanour. The pulsating music and lively chatter now serve as a backdrop to your shared world. You don’t know how long it will last.

Jeno, true to his promise, remains a constant support, his hand lightly resting on the small of your back, a subtle reassurance that empowers you. As you step back into the lively atmosphere, Your gaze meets the curious and judgmental stares with newfound confidence. The weight of scrutiny dissipates, replaced by a sense of self-assurance, as you and Jeno seamlessly blend into the rhythm of the party, ready to enjoy the night together.

Moments later, Jeno gives you a cup, a knowing and prideful glint in his eyes as he does so, you eye it with confusion and wonder if he understood any of what you said to him but when he tells you to just trust him, you can’t fight with that.

As you take a sip, the liquid cascades down your throat, awakening a familiar sensation that extends beyond the taste buds. Moscato. The rich warmth of the beverage creates a parallel with the comfort you feel in Jeno's presence. It's not just the drink; it's the uncanny similarity between the smooth, familiar taste and the ease you experience with him.

“You’re unbelievable.” You mutter. In this moment, as you feel the warmth of the alcohol and his attentive gesture, your trust in Jeno deepens, a subtle fire of desire kindling within you. No one has ever made her feel so seen and appreciated, and the subtle undercurrent of attraction you feel for him heightens with each sip and lingering gaze.

“Try it.” You offer it to him, wide eyed with excitement as you hand him the same cup you drink from.

He has the smallest sip you’ve ever seen, giving you the fakest smile, you bite your tongue to hold back the laughter. “Mmmmhh.” He says, the enthusiasm not sounding wholehearted.

“You hate it.” You laugh and he nods, pouring one of his favourite beverages into another cup, when he makes you drink a sip of his for good measure, you nearly gag.

“Do we have anything in common?”

He shakes his head but answers sweetly. “It doesn’t matter.”

As time unfolds, Jeno's attentive nature becomes a delightful revelation, driving you to appreciate his considerate gestures. A dedicated table adorned with your favourite wine showcases a level of thoughtfulness that doesn't go unnoticed. While you're not going overboard with the drinks, the comfort of having the choice makes the evening feel personalised.

His attention extends to the music, playing tunes that align with your preferences. The amusing looks of distaste he expresses to certain songs add a playful touch, making the atmosphere all the more enjoyable. To top it off, the order includes the food you love, a shared delight in the delicious sushi, creating a thrilling connection between you both. Jeno's attentiveness transforms the evening into a curated experience, and you find yourself revelling in the charm of these thoughtful nuances.

“Don’t touch that.” He warns the partygoer who has his hand outstretched, ready to eat the sushi.

“It’s ok.” You shake your head, amused at Jeno.

People are saying hi to him every second, he returns the greetings and your eyes widen every time at the mass volume of faces you see, they’re all unfamiliar, it makes you think that you truly do stick with your two friends and that’s it.

It’s attractive how he can have his attention on so much yet at the same time, he monitors the party well. He’s stopped a few fights from happening and has kicked out anyone he doesn’t want here. He’s had his eye on everything and it proves a success, nothing has gone wrong. You feel like his mere presence just prevents disaster.

As he’s focusing on other things, it still feels like his full attention is on you, he’s stayed right by your side like he promised. He’s even introduced you to a few of his friends, you like to think of it more as acquaintances, there’s no way someone can have that many friends.

He whispers sweet words in your ears every now and then, his soft voice comforting you and taking you away from this lively setting.

“Let’s dance, baby.”

He’s a natural and he’s so attractive it almost starts to hurt.

You’re captivated by him, his movements seamlessly syncing with the rhythm. There's an innate allure in the way he moves, a magnetic confidence that radiates from every step and sway. The play of lights accentuates the contours of his figure, highlighting the subtle strength in his dance. As he loses himself in the music, a certain intensity flickers in his eyes, adding an extra layer to his already enticing presence. Watching Jeno move becomes a tantalising experience, awakening a newfound appreciation for the magnetic and undeniably sexy allure he effortlessly emanates

“Just let loose, baby.”

You do just that.

In the intimate embrace of the dance, your bodies press flush against each other, a magnetic connection that defies the rhythm of the music. Jeno's lips find yours in a heated dance of their own, exploring with fervour. His hands trace the contours of your body, igniting sparks of desire with every touch. In this heated moment, the world dissolves, and his focus is solely on you. It's a dance where lips speak volumes, and the only audience that matters is the intoxicating connection shared between you two.

You feel happy. Your heart beats to a melody of sheer bliss, and a contagious smile graces your lips. You realise he doesn’t shy away from PDA, he’s very touchy. You know he’s held back for so long when the two of you were just friends but now that he has the green light that you like him too, it’s full on. You thought he had become 100% with you, little do you know he’s still holding back.

“Where were we gonna go?” You ask him, curious as to what the plan was before you unexpectedly came to his party.

“It was a reservation at that place you told me about.”

Your mouth opens wide, shocked that he managed to reserve it but also sorrowful that you couldn’t make it. You much rather be there with him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll book it for another day.” He promises.

✧ ✧ ✧

Later that night, you find yourself sitting on his lap, falling deeply into the solace in your room, the atmosphere shifting from the chaotic party to an intimate haven. Legs on either side of him, you comfortably straddle Jeno, who's clearly a bit wasted. His eyelids have doubled in size, and he exudes a more flamboyant and touchy demeanour.

It's a welcomed change from the loud festivities, just the two of you basking in the quietude of the room. Smiles exchanged between you carry the weight of shared moments, and eye smiles speak volumes in the silence. There's a comfortable simplicity in the lack of conversation; you find contentment in merely sitting together.

Jeno, under the influence, becomes even more touchy, his hands finding solace on your thighs. In this tranquil haven, his touches add a layer of warmth, creating a cocoon of intimacy where unspoken connections thrive. The night unfolds with a unique serenity, a delicate dance between smiles, touches, and the quiet companionship that transcends words.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, your bottom lip slightly pouted with guilt as Jeno winces. Amidst the tender touches, you've also been tending to his wounds. Despite Jeno's insistence on preventing fights at his parties, he made an exception this time. The guy had crossed a line, taking upskirt photos and making several girls uncomfortable. Jeno, unable to tolerate such behavior, took matters into his own hands, resulting in his current state.

As you carefully dab sanitized cotton pads on his wounds, placing plasters where needed, a quiet understanding passes between you two. Jeno's soft eyes meet yours, and in that moment, the silent acknowledgment of the unwavering bond you share transcends the chaos of the night.

Jeno is a mixture of emotions, pain and pleasure, he’s huffing and puffing. It all comes to a halt when you lean forward with an endearing tenderness, kissing the spots where he is hurt. Your lips, soft and gentle, leave a trail of comfort over each injury, a healing touch that goes beyond the physical.

Jeno, despite the pain, finds himself captivated by your sweetness. Your cute and gentle demeanor sparks a warmth within him, and a subtle smile plays on his lips. The intimacy of the moment transcends the physical, creating a connection that's as soothing as it is alluring. In this exchange, the boundary between care and desire blurs, leaving you immersed in a shared space.

You’ve never seen him as needy as he is right now.

“You don’t regret tonight, do you?” His voice sounds lower and deeper.

You think about how much went off track tonight but the unpredictability was a welcome surprise for you, you felt settled and secure. “I don’t.”

“You’re such a good girl.” He says, voice filled with adoration, words whispered in a low moan.

As the night breathes tranquility into the room, Jeno's hands find their way to the zipper of your dress, mirroring the earlier gesture of care when he zipped you up. Now, in the quiet confines of your room, the air charged with a subtle intimacy, he gently unzips your dress. The delicate touch of his hands grazing your back sends a shiver down your spine, an unspoken promise lingering in the atmosphere.

In the soft glow of the room, Jeno's touches transition from practical to tender. At some point, his lips find the curve of your back, planting kisses that create a symphony of sensations. Each touch, each kiss, weaves a delicate narrative of a shared connection, an uncharted intimacy unfolding in the hushed moments of the night. The room becomes a haven where gestures speak louder than words, and the dance of hands and kisses paints a portrait of a connection that transcends the boundaries of the night.

“My. Good. Girl.” He says between kisses.

In the soft glow of the room, Jeno's passionate kisses ignite a fervor between you and him. Your dress remains unzipped, a subtle invitation that adds an electric charge to the moment. As you straddle him, a perceptible difference in his demeanour emerges — a heightened passion, electrified and intensified, likely due to being under the influence. Each touch a silent confession that speaks louder than words in the hushed ambiance of the room. He tastes like blueberries, you were sure it was the artificial flavour of the vape he had been smoking from all night,

You gently break the kiss, both of you left flustered and breathless, the air pulsating with a shared intensity that hangs between you. The unspoken energy lingers, leaving a charged silence that speaks volumes. This is a lot for you. Before you carry on, you want to know where you stand because you really fucking like him and you trust him, you’ve never imagined that you could be capable of having such strong feelings.

“Are you my boyfriend?”

He’s silent for a while and your heart nearly stops. You knew it. You fucking knew it. It was too good to be true.

Just as you were about to get the hell out of here, to recollect whatever you had left in you, he turns to you with the gentlest expression you’ve seen from him yet. It’s there, unmistakably, in the warmth of his eyes—a promise of trust and a sentiment you can fall for.

You’ve never wanted him more than you do in this moment, and just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, he utters it loud and clear, his voice a proclamation of emotions. “Yeah,” he says, smiling at your shy reaction, and in that moment, you can sense the honesty in his words.

He confesses with a joyful certainty, “I’m your boyfriend,” and the air becomes charged with a newfound sweetness. It’s a declaration that dances in your heart, and as the words settle. He’s never felt this feeling before. It’s a cute and wholesome moment, an admission that wraps around you both like a warm, comforting embrace.

Lost in the warmth of the moment, Jeno leans in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle yet deep kiss. The embrace is like sinking into a plush cushion, soft and enveloping. Lingering in the sweetness of the kiss, you both get lost in each other, the world outside fading away.

You break away before it gets heated, giggling when he grunts. “Ask me to be your girlfriend then.”

In the soft glow of the moment, you can't help but pout, a playful desire dancing in your eyes. It’s something you want to hear, a declaration that would make this moment even more special.

Seeing your yearning, he smiles, a beautifully genuine expression that holds the promise of something sweet. Unable to resist, he gives in to your request. "Will you be my girlfriend?" he asks, the words carrying the weight of a shared journey yet to unfold.

With a joyous grin, you respond, "Yeah, I will," sealing the moment with the confirmation you longed for. The air becomes charged with a newfound sweetness, and without hesitation, you close the distance between you two, a kiss marking the beginning of a beautiful chapter in your story.

Your lips move with a tender intensity, exploring his as if they hold the secrets of the universe. It's a deep connection. In this moment, the world outside is just a distant echo, and the only reality is the lingering taste of the kiss and the profound sense of being lost in each other's lips.

✧ ✧ ✧

In the midst of your relationship with him, you learned that you were his first girlfriend. You were the first person he had fallen for. Sometimes it felt like you didn’t know what you were doing, relationships were hard work but together, you fumbled through the learning curve, discovering an effortless synergy that made everything click.

As the closeness between you deepened, trust became the foundation of your connection. Previously, the memory of maintaining a distance while brainstorming ideas for the project has transformed into a stark contrast. Now, most study sessions end with you perched on his lap, the desk serving as an impromptu space for shared moments and passionate make-out sessions.

Navigating the challenges of academics together, he's proven to be both needy and comforting. Whether engrossed in gaming or university work, your presence becomes a constant as you find your place on his lap, offering silent support as he tackles tasks. The boundaries between your personal and academic lives blur, but in the chaos, you discover a comfort that transcends the ordinary.

Your relationship remains discreet, known only to those closest to you both. The private nature of your connection shields it from unwanted attention. Despite the potential challenges of not flaunting your relationship on campus, you find solace in his ability to always find a way to be with you. His frequent presence at your house becomes a source of comfort, and the moments he's absent leave an unmistakable void.

Every interaction is amplified in this heightened state of intimacy – eye contact carries newfound depth, touches resonate with electric energy, smiles become contagious, and each make-out session becomes a magnetic force pulling you closer. In this world shared only between you and him, the ordinary transforms into extraordinary moments that you wouldn't trade for anything.

Amidst the intoxicating blend of newfound romance and shared moments, there was one significant aspect that set your relationship apart. Despite being together for three months, the physical intimacy you shared hadn't yet extended to the realm of sex. It wasn't a reluctance on his part, it was you who wasn’t ready. However, there was a mutual understanding that you needed more time before taking that step.

One evening, after another study session that left the desk abandoned for a more comfortable spot on the couch, you initiated a conversation that had been lingering in the background. In the quiet sanctuary of your shared moments, you asked, "Jeno, you're not mad at me that we haven't done it yet, are you?" His response was a gentle shake of the head, accompanied by a reassuring smile. "No, baby, I'm ready when you are." His lips meet yours while you secure your thighs around his sides.

The weight of unspoken emotions lifted, and as your eyes met, you exchanged a silent understanding. "I won't leave you waiting long," you promised, a declaration that sent a delicious thrill down his spine. In that moment, your connection deepened, anchored by patience, respect, and your unspoken promise.

✧ ✧ ✧

It’s Jeno’s birthday. You’ve been planning this day for a little while now, you woke him up with a kiss at midnight, wishing him a happy birthday which led into a heated makeout session. Then when the sun rose, you made him breakfast, his favourite, pancakes and fruit.

He’s currently at his house to see his friends and family, he’s been gone for a few hours and promised you he’d come back for you soon. you’ve meticulously prepared your home for his return. The bedroom is adorned with candles, rose petals and low music creating an intimate ambiance, setting the stage for the surprise you’ve been eagerly anticipating.

You had all his presents in a designated area but the main present was what you were willing to give him, what you were finally ready for. Sunwoo had suggested that you go lingerie shopping.

Sunwoo was someone in your psychology class, you had become friends with him relatively quickly. He reminded you of Jeno, sweet but with a darker side, that’s probably why you got along with him so well. You found yourself conversing with him the most during your classes, opening up about your life, your relationship. Surprisingly, he knew the most about you and Jeno, as a fellow psychology student he was able to give you good advice and lead you towards acting with more emotional intelligence. He gave you a lot of tips for your first time, that explains why you were here, lingerie shopping.

You tried on piece after piece, your eyes lighting at how good they made you feel and look. You couldn’t believe how they accentuate your curves and cleavage, you looked hot and you were sure Jeno would think so too.

And now, you’re adorned in a captivating piece with a silk robe, your excitement palpable. Jeno has texted you that he’s 5 minutes away, nerves and giddiness take over. You’ve invested time in perfecting your makeup and hair, hoping he notices the effort.

“Hey.” You open the door to him, you’re already blushing. Your arms are around him as soon as he enters your house.

“Hey, you look beautiful.” He whispers into your ear kissing your lips briefly. He lets go to hand you over a bouquet of vibrant flowers. The colours seemed to mirror the warmth in his eyes as he extended the bouquet towards you, a silent gesture that spoke volumes of his affection.

“For you.” His gentle smile warms you, or was it his soft lips that he pressed against your cheek?

You thank him with gratitude. “It’s your birthday though.”

“I’m thankful for you.” You sigh, looking at the man who well and truly owns your heart. “It will look good in that vase by the window in my room. Speaking of my room, come with me.” You hand out stretches for him and he takes it then let’s go, you shoot him a confused glance until he suddenly lifts you up. you squel, legs around his waist as he leads you up the stairs and to your room, a journey that he knows too well.

As you enter your room, he gently places you down, his eyes instantly igniting with desire at the sight of you. A breathtaking smile graces his face, a mix of gratitude and admiration evident in his eyes. "Thank you, my love," he murmurs, hand covering his heart, and his gaze overflowing with warmth as it locks onto yours.

"You like it?" you inquire, and a subtle nod is accompanied by a tender embrace, his arms enveloping you securely. He pulls you close, resting his head against your shoulder, an intimate moment filled with unspoken emotions. "I have more gifts for you later, but for now, there's one special gift I want to share."

His anticipation heightens as you guide him to sit on the bed. You notice his eyes deepening with desire, a subtle gulp betraying his eagerness. As you approach, a confident smile plays on your lips. Standing in front of him, you take the lead, revealing the silk robe's buttons.

His breath quickens, a heavy exhale escaping in a mix of impatience and desire. There's a primal urgency in the way he reacts, a husky moan escaping as he practically tears the buttons away, surprising you with his raw intensity, far from the delicate touch you anticipated.

You look him in the eye as you lead his hands to the buttons on your bathrobe, he becomes speechless as he rips the buttons off.

You embody a confidence that is alluring. The lingerie is elegant and sensual, a beautiful mix of silk and lace. The bra is a deep red with gold trimming, while the corset is made from a thin layer of silk with a layer of lace over the top. The panties are cut low on the hips, with a thin lace trim on the edge. The whole look is very feminine and sensual, making you feel like a goddess.

“Y/N…” He moans loudly, fingertips burning into your sides as his eyes roam over you, taking in every inch of your gorgeous and seductive body. “You planned this for me?” Jeno’s voice is a low growl, fingers fumbling with the buttons on your robe, eager to unwrap the gift you’ve prepared.

Your curves are perfect, like a goddess. Your skin is smooth and silky under the moonlight, the lace around your hips draws his attention first, eyes wavering as he doesn’t know where to look. You embody confidence, a goddess in the sultry lingerie — deep red silk with gold trim, a perfect blend of elegance and sensuality. The corset, a delicate layer of silk overlaid with lace, accentuates your curves. His moans echo your allure, fingers burning into your sides as his hungry gaze roams over your captivating figure

The red silk of your bra isn’t covering anything, it’s so see through and he can see your hard nipples peeking through the gold trimming, his mouth watering as he wants to wrap his tongue around the bud of skin, he wants to be sucking your nipples. Everything about you is perfect, from your smooth skin to your slender frame.

“F-Fuck, baby,” he grunts, strong hands, his arm veins bulging out as he’s tugging at the lingerie, unable to contain his impatience. “Need this off. Need to see you.” He says with an impatient growl, the material ripping off and breaking in one swift movement as he palms his erection, hands moving underneath his boxers as you can hear how wet he is

Pouting, you protest, “Jeno, I got this for you. It’s special.”

“I don’t care, baby. I’ll buy you more. Need to feel you,” he replies. You’re left standing bare, his eyes devouring every inch of your exposed beauty. You don’t shy away from his heated gaze, looking you up and down with such fervent and impatience in his expression.

He lets out the loudest moan, eyes lingering on your boobs and your pussy, mouth watering and breath hitched in his throat. “Fuck baby, You’re all mine.” He whispers into your ear, bringing you down onto the bed and then turning the two of you around so you were under him. He palms his clothed erection, leaning down to rub it against your outer core, dry humping but only you were naked. “Do you see how hard you make me? Fuck, you turn me on so much.”

Curiosity takes your hands under his boxers, exploring his length. A soft whimper escapes as you realize the sheer size. Desperate to feel him, your hands glide along, expressing the longing within. “I’ve dreamt of you inside me for so long,” you confess, your voice filled with anticipation.

Locking your gaze in place, he cradles your head, maintaining the connection. His lips explore your breasts with tender kisses, leaving a trail of wetness and red marks. “You’re everything,” you murmur, hands embracing his cock, tracing its length. “I’ve yearned for this.”

You gasp out his name when his lips pepper around your nipple, moving with a delicious ferver, kissing and sucking with equal measure, his tongue darting out to soothe any spot where he's been too rough. He releases your nipple with a loud pop, his loud moan making your pussy acne. His lips move to your interboob, peppering wet kisses along the skin, his trail leaving wetness and red marks.

He locks your head in one place, forcing you to keep your gaze focused on him. “Tell me, how badly do you want me?”

You flutter your eyelashes at him, moaning loudly, breathing frantically. You don’t want to mask yourself, you move your finger inside your clit, dragging it in one swift motion to reveal how wet you are. This action undeniably turns him on, what fucks him up even more is when you brazenly place your digit into his mouth, your unspoken words to demonstrate how wet you are. The taste of you sends a refreshing chill through his taste buds, as your icy sweetness gradually melts and coats his tongue.

“You need to use your words.” He breathes out heavily, ironically he’s struggling to balance breathing and speaking.

You cup his cheeks and hold him close, gently kissing him, your eyes soft and inviting, the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen and it’s driving him crazy, he wants to ruin you yet you’re still acting so fucking cute.

“I want you so fucking bad. I want you to eat my cunt and then fuck my cunt, Jeno, please, baby.”

You feel his hot breath on your face, dark eyes as he comes to whisper against your ear. “So wet and horny for me already, this is better than what I’ve imagined. Look at what a dirty little whore you are for me, so wet for me, begging for me to fuck your cunt.”

You hear a dark chuckle beside your ear and then you’re flipped around, you’re on top of him, you nearly got whiplash from how quickly he grabbed your hips and switched your positions.

“Come and sit on my face.” He commands, a tone that you don’t want to cross with. You’re so turned on, pussy throbbing for him that you forget to move. “Right now.”

“That’s it, baby.” He mumbles against your skin, gripping the meat on your thighs, hands gripping your bare ass to pull you down until you’ve securely framed his face. He can’t help but spank you before delving into your cunt.

His tongue delves into you without warning, your clit throbbing for him. He eats like a man starved, tongue delving into all the right places, eliciting a moan from you. Your thighs shake around his head as he tongue fucks uou at a more accelerated pace, the wetness of your pussy meeting his tongue. He devours all the juices with a groan.

“So fucking tight for me, pretty girl.” He grunts against you, a smooching sound and he kisses your cunt over and over again. “I love how you taste, such a good fucking girl.” He’s filled with praises today.

He makes room for three digits, an act that perplexes you because your cunt seemed so small and his fingers were so long. Your hands squeeze against his roots as he fingers you, his metal rings creating a coldness as he caresses your folds, an upward motion that makes you scream his name.

He tuts at what a dirty girl you’re being when you keep pushing down, your core pressing down so hardly on his nose but you’re so desperate for more, you’re on the verge of becoming undone on his tongue and fingers. Tears prick your eyes, you’re overstimulated at this point, whining and pleading with your eyes but it’s not enough.

“I’m not gonna let you cum yet.”

You cry out. “Why not?”

He doesn’t answer but you know why, it’s because he’s not done.

So you start begging and pleading, you tell him what he wants to hear, pulling at his strings how you know best. “You’re the owner of me.” You smile, thrusting against him as your grip on his hair tightens. “My cunt is all yours.”

He’s silent for a moment, then you feel the sides of his lips curve upwards against you. “All mine.” He whispers, leaving a spongy and chaste kiss against your clit. “I own you cunt.” His tongue laps at a faster rate, it only takes a few seconds for your high to come.

“Cum in me, baby.” You’re shaking above him and screaming out his name, the hot liquid pours into his mouth at once, he savours every last drop, the taste of you sending a delicious thrill down his spine.

As soon as you’ve wind down from your orgasm, you let out a whimper, looking at him with a frustrated pout, tugging on his hair once again. “Fuck me. Now.” He smiles at you, looking you deep in the eyes to capture the moment. He’s frozen in time, you lie there, a captivating beauty that demands attention. Your beauty unfolds gracefully, a canvas of anticipation. Patience graces your demeanour, a cute smile playing on your lips. Eyes wide with eagerness, each breath carries a weight of intensity. Messy hair adds a touch of chaos to the scene, a testament to passion's fervor. Love bites adorn your neck, eyeliner trailing down your face, mascara smudged and lipstick kissed away. Your swollen lips speak volumes. In this enchanting moment, he utters, "So fucking beautiful," and you become entirely his.

“I could just cum looking at you. Fuck baby don’t make me cum yet, it’s all about you.”

You pout. “It’s your birthday.”

He kisses your cheek softly. “It’s all about you.”

He curses suddenly and it draws your surprise, he looks at you with apology, disappointment thick in his eyes. “I forgot to bring protection, what the fuck is wrong with me? It’s the one important –”

You cut him off, a smile playing on your lips as you guide him to your entrance. “I started the pill a month ago.” You have been planning this day. He moans, a mix of being turned on and having adoration for you filling his desires. “You’re so good to me. You’re all mine.” He breathes heavily, lips closing onto yours as he enters you with a big grunt.

The second the sensation hits you, you cry out his name. “Fuck! You’re so fucking big.” You grip onto his forearms, head hitting the pillow as you look down to see where you’re connected, breath moving with anxiety when you realise his tip has only entered you.

“It won’t fit.” You cry out, covering your face with your hands. You navigate a mix of sensations, discomfort and pleasure. Jeno coos in your ear, easing you into him, expertly stretching you out, the discomfort slowly transforms into a growing sensation of pleasure.

“Yes it will.” His words convey the shared ecstasy of the moment, kissing your face softly and whispering praise upon praise as you ease into him, your tense body starting to relax and melt into his. “You’re such a good girl for me, taking me so well.” The connection between you intensifies with each rhythmic motion.

Your boyfriends deep voice echoes, he’s calling you all sorts, his good girl, his baby girl, he’s filled with praises but you're lost in a distant reverie, enveloped in the euphoria of his rhythmic movements, his cock sliding against your walls and reaching a realm so deep. Each thrust brings forth sharp gasps, the intimate connection intensifying as he explores deeper realms of pleasure. The sensation, a culmination of his every movement, is undeniably gratifying, leaving you immersed in the exquisite pleasure of the moment.

“You’re taking me so fucking well.”

Jeno admires the scene, picking up the pace with a faster rhythm, thrusting out just to keep slamming into you. Your toes curl in pleasure, your flushed face and agape mouth reflecting the intensity of the moment. Moans escape your mouth as desire takes over, your eyes glazed with lust, looking down as his hands cup your breasts, each thrust accentuates the pleasure, causing your tits to bounce with abandon.

Intense and breathless, he expresses his overwhelming pleasure with a raw exclamation. responding with short gasps to each thrust. Skin slapping against skin, heavy breaths, his low moans, your calling out of his name and the rhythm of his intense thrusts fill the room, creating a charged atmosphere.

Adjusting your position, he lifts your hips and throws one of your legs over his shoulder, his cock delving into you even deeper. The exquisite sensation elicits a visceral response, your nails finding purchase in the skin of his forearms as pleasure courses through every inch of your being.

You’re quite simply cock drunk. “You’re gonna break my bed.” You scream, the squeaking becoming a constant. He hugs your g-spot over and over, hips moving at speed as you scream his name, back arching and toes curling, making it clear that he's the sole master of your ecstasy in that moment.

You find him utterly breathtaking like this, eyes filled with lust, his muscular scent, sweet sticking to his forehead, his radiant face under the moonlight. His beauty remains undeniable. “You’re mine, only mine,” You declare, this time it’s you solidifying the possessive connection in the midst of the intimate encounter.

“That’s right.” He smirks with satisfaction.

The knot tightens in your stomach and your mind succumbs to a blissful haze. You wrap your legs around his waist and he fucks you in this new position, deeper and harder.

“Jeno, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” you cry out. Hands gripping the sides of his face, smiling as you close the distance, symbolising your connection in a shared kiss.

“Me too, baby, me too.” His eyes rolling to the back of his head, hands roaming your body as his grunts and moans elevate,

“Cum in me.” You let out a small whisper, a heavy sigh of desperation as your pussy feels numb, you see stars behind your eyelids as he coos in your ear. Caught in a post-orgasmic daze, you sense Jeno’s movements slowing, his groans low and primal. As he releases inside you, the intimate connection lingers in the hushed aftermath.

Exhausted but determined, you summon every ounce of strength, gripping onto his shoulders and managing to turn him around. Despite the weariness, you take charge, your wearied efforts transforming into a newfound control as you settle on top of him.

Fatigued but fueled by desire, you climb back onto his cock. The fusion of weariness and desire manifests in every deliberate movement, creating an enticing dance as you reclaim the intimate connection. Guided by a languid rhythm, you move up and down, your movements acquiring a delightful sloppiness and an unbridled sensuality.

“Oh?” He questions, playful and surprised tone as he raises an eyebrow. Despite the confusion, a smirk plays on his lips as he gazes up at you. His eyes, filled with affection, he doesn't question your actions, yielding to your lead as you continue to ride him.

“You gonna ride me baby? Gonna take the lead?” He questions as you straddle him with a sensual grace, your movements creating a mesmerizing rhythm. Each rise and fall is a languid dance, your body moving with a delightful combination of passion and fatigue. The connection between you intensifies, the room filled with the subtle sounds of your shared pleasure. As you ride him, his appreciative gaze reflects both desire and affection, forming a silent but profound connection between your entwined bodies.

While you’re on top, he still has to make it clear that he’s taking the lead, a playful smirk on his lips, as one of his hands guides your movements, orchestrating the rise and fall of your body. The other hand, however, held a more commanding role, wrapping around your throat with a controlled intensity, you struggled for breath and it made you dizzy, your rise and fall on his cock becoming sloppier.

“Dirty slut is so eager to ride my cock but now you’re getting tired?” He hisses, tutting as he shakes his head.

You shook your head, breathing in deep as you put all of your strength into moving up and down his cock, the synchronisation of your bodies became a sensual performance, each deliberate motion met with a reaction that heightened the intimacy. His touch was both guiding and possessive, the mix of sensations sending shivers down your spine. The room echoed with the rhythmic sounds of your shared desire, creating a symphony that underscored the unconventional celebration.

Eventually, as the intensity peaked, he encouraged your surrender. You collapsed onto him, limbs entwined, the air heavy with the scent of passion. His firm hold remained, a subtle assertion of dominance even in the aftermath. Exhausted yet content, you found solace in each other's embrace. Drifting into sleep, the room remained cloaked in the warmth of the shared celebration, a birthday memory unlike any other.

In the tender aftermath, Jeno swiftly leans down to share another kiss, lips melding seamlessly. His touch, now gentle, explores your hair, while your hands cradle his face. Traces of each other linger on your bodies, leaving indelible imprints. The nature of your connection might be uncertain, but a serene tranquillity fills the air as he gazes into your eyes, a gentle smile gracing his face, he utters, "You're so beautiful."

You end up falling asleep in Jeno's warm embrace, limbs tangled with limbs, heart beating as one. Amidst his calming snores, you find a happiness that had eluded you for a long time.

✧ ✧ ✧

Your relationship with Jeno, to simply put it, had developed into something beyond your wildest dream. It had evolved into a cascade of passion, sensuality, and profound love. The intimacy between you two deepened, finding solace in each other's embrace more frequently than ever. However, Jeno's imperfection lies in impatience and an insatiable addiction.

He's hooked on you, craving the essence of your being — your body, the echoes of his name in ecstasy, the taste of your release, the feel of your lips, the warmth of your intimate connection. In a fervent repetition, he murmurs "mine, mine, mine" against your skin, solidifying the possessive claim he's staked over you.

His impatience surfaces as an ever-present yearning. When you're not around, he misses you deeply, and the count of unannounced visits to your door is immeasurable. His unconventional greetings involve sealing his lips against yours, a silent declaration of his longing that often echoes through the early morning hours, punctuated by the sound of your shared passion.

You're equally sucked in the allure of addiction, captivated by Jeno, the enigma you've grown to adore. The depth of your connection extends beyond the fiery passions to the tender embrace of his arms wrapping around you, you feel endless warmth and security. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest beneath your head becomes a lullaby, soothing you into a serene state. In the quiet moments, tangled in each other's limbs, you find solace and an escape from the chaos of the world. Waking up to the tender gaze of his soft eyes and the warmth of his gentle smile has become the cherished highlight of your days.

You’ve become undone by his cock or his tongue in an array of intoxicating positions and locations. In the heat of his car, vacant rooms on campus or when you both escaped to a secluded retreat for three nights, the allure of each moment intensifies. You spent the entirety under sheets, the steamy rhythm of the shower, against walls, upon the floor, and against your desk— every corner of your house has been a canvas for your desires.

His touch, both restrained and blindfolded, adds a layer of mystery and anticipation, creating an irresistible blend of pleasure and surrender. Your lingerie, once delicately clinging to your curves, now bears the marks of his primal hunger, a testament to the wild intensity that defines your connection. The diversity of these encounters paints a vivid picture of your love, leaving an unmistakable imprint on every surface and scrap of fabric shared between you. Each escapade is a symphony of passion, a daring exploration of desire that keeps the flame burning bright in the intimate spaces you've claimed together.

You always find yourself restrained, blindfolded, there hasn’t been a piece of lingerie that hasn’t ripped from your body.

He can be soft too.

The overwhelming sensations he feels for you, the flutters and heavy beating of his heart. The sex between you and Jeno very rarely, but more often than he expected, takes on a soft and sweet rhythm. It’s a realm of vulnerability and tenderness, a side of him unexplored and new, venturing into the realms of vanilla passion.

After dates, he brings you home, his sanctuary, where the air is infused with affection and the scent of shared moments. His lips on every inch of your skin, an exploration of your body. His touches echo with reverence, each inch of your skin becoming a canvas for his affection. The air is filled with soft whispers, intimate and strong eye contact, soft smiles and the gentle hums of each other's names, a private serenade that only the two of you share.

In a surprising deviation from the usual, he doesn’t hastily rip away your lingerie but takes a moment to appreciate the delicate lace and silk adorning you. It becomes an act of love, a departure from the fervour, as he makes love to you whilst you’re adorned in the sensual lace.

Soft smiles exchange like secret promises, and amidst it all, his words echo softly, “my pretty girl,” encapsulating the beauty of the shared connection that transcends the raw passion to unveil a softer, more intimate love.

You've seamlessly integrated into Jeno's life, becoming a constant presence at his house, something that used to scare you but now the boundaries between you and his friends blur. They’re always walking into you and Jeno fucking, you have this acceptance that they have seen you naked.

The unexpected intrusions are sometimes awkward but you’ve learned that your boyfriend secretly loves it, it turns him on. He embraces the fact that they've witnessed you in intimate positions.

There was one memorable evening when Jeno was meant to be preparing dinner for his roommates, Jaemin, Hyuck, and Renjun. However, the evening took an unexpected turn when he found himself utterly distracted by you. What was supposed to be a casual dinner preparation morphed into a passionate encounter, you pushed against the countertop as he fucked into you, the sounds of your pleasure echoing through the walls. Your loud moans carried through the air, and to your surprise, his roommates walked in, initially thinking there was an emergency.

It was a comical yet slightly embarrassing moment, but the incident didn't deter your unabashed enjoyment. You've reached a point where you no longer attempt to stifle your sounds of pleasure, accepting the quirks and unexpected interruptions that come with being an integral part of Jeno's life.

✧ ✧ ✧

While there’s highs in your relationship, there’s undeniable lows. While the passion has increased to another level, so has the arguing.

You remember one time, you were supposed to meet him outside a cinema, he promised to take you out that night, one of your many dates but he never showed up. Instead, he was partying. He spoke to you on the phone, voice filled with apology as he pleaded for you to understand, he quite simply couldn’t get out, it was one of the parties that he attended, it blew out of control.

“I’m sorry baby, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” You heard his apologetic voice, loud music and screams of partygoers in the background.

You’re too frustrated to respond. You hang up the phone with no further words.

You had it planned out in your head, you was gonna give him the intense silent treatment, ignore all his texts and calls, ignore when he rings the bell and most importantly, hold back on kissing or fucking him. Yet here you are at an unreasonable hour, in the front seat of his car, your usual passenger princess role that you had become so accustomed to.

“Y/N.” He gives you a warning, voices a low lull, he wasn’t even looking at you, he stares out the window, gaze distant, refusing to start the car until you gave in to what he wanted.

He knows you’re angry at him. His response to it is what sets you off even more, he’s not said sorry once for standing you up. That’s why you’re acting the way you are, refusing to meet his eyes, dodging his lips when he greeted you, pushing him away when he tried to hug you.

That’s why your hands stay nestled in your lap, you don’t want his contact but eventually you need to give in. Your boyfriend, being the most stubborn person you know, would not start the car until you held his hand, he doesn’t tell you that it’s the reason he’s staying still, jaw locked as he looks out the window but his warning as he called out your name and his outstretched hand is enough to make you sigh in defeat, giving in and taking his hand in yours. He always does this. He drives with one hand if it means that he can hold your hand and touch your thigh with the other.

The second his hand tightened around yours, you feel guilty at how his touch instantly electrified you, sending warm chills down your body. You missed him so much. He finally starts the car, turning to you with that smile you love so much, one that pulls at your heartstring.

As he held your hand with his vacant one, kissing your palm softly.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” He’s apologised to you but you take nothing from it.

He sighs, realising that you’re giving him the silent treatment but he still continues his praises and sweet talking to you. “You look so pretty, you don’t think I’ve noticed? I’ll make it all up to you, I promise.”

You gulp, biting your tongue to hold back from breaking down in front of him. It’s true. You’re so dolled up, you spent so long getting ready, smiling once you saw the finished result, the prettiest full face of makeup and one of the dresses Jeno had gifted you, all for the self confidence to come crashing down when he never showed up.

“Aren’t you even gonna ask me why I couldn’t come?” He questions, opening the passenger door for you, hand outstretched to which you ignore.

You cross your arms against your chest. “I don’t care.”

He sighs. “Are you gonna let me stay the night?” He questions, leaning against the car door, eyes searching yours for a hint of forgiveness. The silence between you is heavy, tension palpable in the air.

Finally, you break the silence with a reluctant nod. He smiles, a mixture of relief and gratitude, and you find yourself softening despite your initial resolve.

There was two reasons why you said yes. You did miss him, you’ve become accustomed to falling asleep in his arms and you need him now more than other and the second reason was a bit selfish.

Jeno’s smile fades as he takes in the room with awe, the flickering candles casting shadows that dance across his face. Rose petals are scattered, creating a delicate pathway that seems to lead to a deep well of guilt within him.

“We would be having sex right now, we’d probably be having it all night long but instead you went partying and stood me up.”

His expression shifts, and you sense his internal conflict as he searches for words. “I’m sorry,” he finally utters, the words heavy with sincerity. “Please let me show you how sorry I am. I’ll take you on the best dates for seven nights straight.”

Jeno steps closer, a subtle seduction in his eyes. “Let me try to make it up to you,” he whispers, his voice filled with desperation.

But you stand firm, resisting his advances. “You went partying and stood me up,” you say, frustration coloring your tone. “I’m even wearing something really sexy under this, but it’s your fault that you won’t see it.”

Instinctively, his arms wrap around your waist, he gets whiplash from how fast you jerk away from his touch. His face reflects shock, realizing the consequences of his actions. “You’re not touching me tonight,” you declare, a line drawn in the emotional sand.

Jeno, not used to you rejecting his touch, looks bewildered. “We’re two mature adults,” you continue, your voice firm. “Talk to me about your emotions. I don’t think you’ve ever truly opened up to me.”

"I stayed at the party because of Jaemin, alright? His girlfriend had just dumped him, and he was spiraling out of control. I couldn't leave him alone—I was genuinely worried. You know how he gets, especially with hard drugs in the mix. My instincts were right; without me there, it could've turned into a disaster. He's my best friend, and I have a responsibility to look out for him. I'm truly sorry if my actions hurt you. Next time, I'll handle it better. I want you to know, you're my top priority. You're not my second choice; you're my girlfriend, my girl, and I never want you to feel anything less than my first choice. Always."

You pout, suddenly feeling so guilty. “You should’ve just told me that, next time just tell me the truth, ok? We need communication if this is gonna work.” Your words are punctuated by a tender kiss, a sweet moment as he nods, leaning his head down and resting it against your shoulder.

✧ ✧ ✧

Soft giggles escape your lips, blending with the gentle rustle of leaves as you steal a kiss from him. The world outside becomes a blissful blur, leaving only the two of you in the cocoon of your affection. He looks up at you, moaning softly, his hands gripping the back of your hair to pull you back down to his lips again.

The university campus buzzes with youthful energy, a tapestry of autumn leaves falling gently, creating a mosaic of warm hues. The scent of coffee and distant laughter fills the air, creating an atmosphere of shared dreams and academic pursuits. Amidst this lively backdrop, you and Jeno sit by the beautiful flowers, your favourite summer dress on as he lays his head on your lap, your hands locked as you share a casual lunch on campus with friends.

The sun filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground as you lean down to whisper something in his ear, a moment solely for the two of you. In that moment, surrounded by the chatter of friends, you close your lips in on his, the world quieting to the symphony of your happiness.

Your connection with Jeno forms a bubble that shields you from the prying eyes and whispers around you. One unexpected night, Sunwoo’s concern breaks through as you both share the living room, a movie playing in the background.

"Y/N, how is it going with Jeno?" Sunwoo inquires, her words carrying an undercurrent of worry.

A genuine smile lights up your face as you reply, "I'm really happy." However, the joy fades when you see the expression on Sunwoo’s face. "Is everything okay?"

He takes a deep breath, her concern evident. "I care about you, and I just want you to be happy. I can see you're in your honeymoon phase with him, and it's amazing, but please stay careful. I've heard things, and I need you to be aware."

Your head tilts in confusion, and he continues, "People have been mean and jealous, saying horrible things about both of you. I don't want to go into detail, but there are malicious individuals who would do anything to break you two up. Jealousy is a green-eyed devil, and I want you to be cautious. Every time you're seen together on campus, people are talking, and unfortunately, it's not all good. You're drawing a lot of attention, and I need you to be aware of the rumours circulating."

Just like that, your comfort bubble has been shattered. It wasn't his fault; he was being a good friend, and the truth was bound to come to light, considering the magnetic stares that seemed to follow you everywhere. Peering eyes traced your every move, intensifying every time you held hands with Jeno, shared a kiss, or simply engaged in conversation.

Before, you had a shield, a blissful ignorance that shielded you from the judgmental glances and whispered rumours. Now, you have nothing. The weight of those scrutinizing eyes presses down on you, and a surge of anxiety rises within. It's as if the once familiar campus has transformed into a stage where every step is observed and dissected by an unseen audience.

The secure haven you once had with Jeno is now tainted by the awareness of the scrutiny around you. The casual joy you shared now carries a hint of unease as you navigate through the campus, wondering about the malicious whispers and unfounded rumors that threaten to unravel the serenity of your relationship.

The once intimate haven of your relationship now feels exposed, the whole realm shifting under the weight of everyone's knowledge. It's as if an unwelcome spotlight has been cast upon you, and the familiar campus, once a place of shared joy, now echoes with the cruel whispers and judgmental glances that follow you everywhere.

The anxiety, a silent predator, wraps around your chest, constricting with every scrutinizing look. The rude eyes that pierce through your privacy seem to steal away fragments of your self-worth with each passing glance. You feel stripped bare, a vulnerability that leaves you yearning for the comfort of invisibility.

Jeno, seemingly impervious to the storm of judgment, becomes an inadvertent source of envy. These people, with their whispers and stares, never seem to penetrate his shield. He navigates through the campus with an ease that only amplifies the stark contrast to your inner turmoil.

One day, Jeno surprises you with flowers on campus, a tender gesture that should bring joy. But as he leans in for a kiss, you find yourself recoiling, aware of the peering eyes, the whispers, the judgment. His pout mirrors your disconnection as you take the flowers, your voice detached as you mutter a thank you.

He leans forward again, attempting to kiss you, but you dodge it. Surprise flickers in his eyes, replaced by a gentle pout. "Baby?" he questions, reaching out to touch you, but you evade his grasp.

"What's wrong?" he asks, concern lacing his voice.

"I don't want to kiss you because everyone keeps looking at you, at us," you confess, the weight of your unease finally surfacing.

"Y/N..." he begins, his voice a mixture of understanding and frustration, as he tries once more to bridge the gap between you. His eyes search yours with a mix of understanding and concern. “We can’t let people do this to us, this is us, me and you and the last thing I’ll let people do is dictate our relationship and make you uncomfortable.”

You try to focus on him, his smile, his soft words, his caring demeanour but all you can feel is the attention from outsiders. Your hands tremble imperceptibly, breathing becomes a conscious effort, each inhale and exhale a struggle against the weight of judgment hanging in the air. Your heart, a delicate percussion, echoes the rhythm of your anxiety, its beats amplified in the silent turmoil.

Tears, uninvited, well up in your eyes, and as you nod, they cascade down your cheeks, a tangible manifestation of the emotional toll. In that moment, vulnerability wraps around you like a heavy cloak. It feels as though you’ve done something wrong, an unspoken guilt that weakens your resolve.

The world outside blurs through the veil of tears, intensifying the sense of fragility that envelopes you. Jeno's tender touch wipes them away, his fingertips brushing softly against your skin. His eyes mirror an understanding so deep that it feels like a comforting embrace.

"Hey," he whispers, turning towards you with the softest voice, a gentleness that envelops you like a warm blanket. Leaning down, he cups your face, his touch gentle and reassuring. Everything else fades into a distant hum as you melt into him.

"Look at me," he urges, his eyes a haven of empathy. Your gaze meets his, and the vulnerability that you've felt transforms into a shared moment of intimacy. Jeno's presence becomes a blockage, shielding you from the judgmental world outside.

"Keep your eyes on me, not them," he murmurs, his words a balm to your wounded spirit. In that quiet exchange of glances, your heart slowly begins to relax. Jeno's comforting presence, combined with the unspoken promise in his eyes, creates a sanctuary where vulnerability is met with love, and every tear is met with the tenderness of understanding.

Feeling the reassurance of Jeno's presence, a warmth blooms in your chest. As he wipes away the last of your tears, you're overwhelmed by the tenderness in his eyes. Unable to resist the urge, you bridge the small gap between you, pressing a sweet, grateful kiss against his lips.

As the kiss lingers, Jeno pulls back, his eyes searching yours with concern. "Is anyone being mean to you?" His voice takes on a protective edge, a sincerity that resonates through the words. "If they are, I'll deal with them. I won't let anyone hurt you."

“I’ll tell you if anything happens.” You whisper. Jeno’s eyes search yours with a sincerity that demands your attention. “Promise me,” he implores, his voice a gentle plea.

"I promise." you affirm, instinctively outstretching your pinky, a whimsical gesture that seals promises between the two of you.

But Jeno, momentarily disregarding the lighthearted tradition, leans in and seals the promise with a sweet kiss. The warmth of his lips lingers, and a playful smile dances across his face. "You can't break it now." he teases, the gravity of the moment lightening.

You nod, the weight of the promise settling in your heart. "I won't." you assure him, a sense of determination in your eyes.

"I got you, Y/N."

✧ ✧ ✧

You don’t keep your end of the promise.

You and Jeno were on one of your many dates, except this one was the most luxurious of all. He had taken you to a a high-end dining establishment where opulence meets culinary excellence. As you step into this gastronomic haven, the ambiance drips with luxury. Chandeliers, resplendent in their crystal glory, cast a warm and flattering glow upon the tastefully adorned surroundings.

There was an atmosphere of sophistication. The air is laced with the subtle scent of exclusive fragrances, adding to the sensory experience. Every detail, from the meticulously arranged silverware to the plush velvet seating, screams extravagance.

The entire upper floor was just for you. Seclusion embraced the space as you and Jeno reveled in each other. Wrapped in a corset top that accentuated your every curve, you felt the warmth of Jeno's gaze fixated on the allure of your silhouette. A daring mini black skirt that barely covered your ass.

A long coat provided a modesty, concealing the sensual ensemble beneath. The promise of privacy on this exclusive floor lingered, and as the door closed behind you, the coat slipped away, unveiling an enticing look reserved solely for Jeno's eyes.

In the dimly lit, darkened expanse of the top floor, a sexy ambiance enveloped you both. The low music set the tone, creating an intimate atmosphere where only the sultry sounds of Jeno's low moans and your soft hums echoed, blending seamlessly with the alluring surroundings. Seated on plush furnishings, the connection ignited as you found solace on his lap. Jeno wasted no time, roughly removing your underwear and your corset, your boobs bouncing as you jumped up and down his cock.

Boyfriend air was real. You had radiated beauty before he picked you up – your makeup meticulously enhancing your features, and your hair styled with grace. Yet, now you sit here, a mess. His kisses had erased every last trace of makeup.

"Baby, stay here," he whispers, his warm breath lingering against your lips. "I'm just getting the bill." Leaning down, he plants a tender kiss on your forehead, sealing the promise of a swift return.

"Do you wanna come over to mine?" he suggests with a playful grin. You nod, your arms instinctively looping around his neck. "I'll drive us home," he declares, a warmth in his eyes. In that moment, it's clear – you just want to be with him, wherever the night may lead.

In the softly lit ambiance of the upscale restaurant, you patiently wait for him, preparing to put on your bra and top. Unexpectedly, an unwelcome intrusion disrupts the tranquility. Your mouth hangs open in shock, and before you can react, your chest is briefly exposed as a female waitress enters the room.

Quickly, you grab your coat to cover yourself, staring at her with a mix of surprise and discomfort. "What the hell?" escapes your lips, a blend of embarrassment and frustration.

You recall her as your waitress for the night, part of the restaurant's unique service where each floor and couple has a dedicated server. The bell, your discreet summoner, has been unrung, making her presence inappropriate.

She looks at you with a hint of disdain, and the encounter triggers a familiar sense of vulnerability. The ambiance of the restaurant feels stark, and the unexpected exposure intensifies your embarrassment. The thin fabric of the coat becomes a modest shield, but the discomfort lingers.

As you lock eyes with the waitress, who seems to take pleasure in your discomfort, memories of past judgmental stares resurface, adding to your unease. The sanctuary you usually find with Jeno is momentarily disrupted, replaced by an uncomfortable sense of exposure. The discomfort you've navigated with Jeno's support resurfaces, threatening to overwhelm you.

Recognizing her now, you realize she's a fellow student at your college. The slight awkwardness you noticed during her service takes on a new significance. You remember the way her eyes seemed to light up, especially when serving Jeno, which triggered a fleeting sense of jealousy. But it's a feeling you've grown used to – after all, Jeno is a heartthrob and everyone wants him.

While a twinge of jealousy briefly pricked at you, Jeno remained blissfully unaware of the waitress's admiration. It simply didn't register on his radar. He's become accustomed to such attention, unfazed by occasional glances and admirations. To him, these moments are like passing breezes – gentle and unnoticed.

Seated arrogantly on the table in front of you, she exuded an air of contempt, her eyes reflecting the rudeness that her entire demeanour conveyed. From the start of the night, her motives were glaringly apparent. You initially dismissed it as mere overthinking, the disinterest as she served you, the muttered words and the frigid expression with frozen eyes heightened your sense of unease. However her attention was completely different towards Jeno, it went from blatant flirtation to being overly helpful and kind.

"You know, seeing you with Jeno is disappointing. He deserves so much better. I don’t think you realize what a downgrade you are for him," she sneered, her words laden with contempt.

With a sinister grin, she continued, "Every other girl he’s been with beats you, by miles. In looks, in sex…"

As she casually mentioned sharing an intimate moment with Jeno, she revealed a video that sent tears streaming down your face. It’s taken from earlier, a moment you shared in solace but your feel vulnerable and exposed knowing she had been watching the whole time. The hurt intensified as she criticized your appearance and demeaned your connection with Jeno.

"Why the fuck have you filmed this?" you demanded, the raw emotion evident in your voice.

"Do you see how ugly you look? Watching this nearly made me sick. You’re not pleasing Jeno the way he deserves. You’re too soft and vanilla. Having slept with Jeno myself, he’s probably the best sex I’ve ever had. It's a shame he can't be rough with you because you're too much of a pussy," she taunted.

She questioned the authenticity of Jeno's feelings, suggesting he was using you as a distraction. Her venomous words stung as she predicted an inevitable heartbreak for you.

"I want him. And so does every other girl. It’s not fair that he’s with you. One day he’s gonna go back to his fuckboy ways. Just watch," she warned, her possessiveness on full display.

"Now you will stay away from him. I’m warning you now. Do not cross me. It will not be good if I see you together next week," she threatened, leaving a chilling anticipation hanging in the air.

As she cruelly exposed the intimate details of your relationship, tears streamed down your face, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. The room seemed to close in, an overwhelming wave of emotions crashing over you. Anxiety took hold, its silent fingers wrapping around your heart, squeezing with an invisible force.

Your breaths became shallow and rapid, as if the air itself was too heavy to inhale. A lump formed in your throat, choking back words that yearned to be spoken. The world around you blurred, a disorienting haze settling over your vision. Your hands trembled involuntarily, the once steady limbs now betraying your emotional turmoil.

In the depths of your anxiety, your mind became a battleground of negative thoughts. Each word uttered by her echoed, fueling self-doubt and insecurity. It felt as though the walls were closing in, the room shrinking to an oppressive confinement.

Moments later, Jeno returns, sensing the shift in your mood. The weight of sadness on your face doesn't escape his notice, concern knitting his features. He kneels in front of you, gently taking your hand in his.

"Baby?" he whispers, his eyes reflecting genuine worry. "Are you okay?"

You're taken aback by his perceptiveness, having mastered the art of hiding your true feelings. Despite your practiced smile, he sees through the facade.

"I'm fine, baby," you assure, the words a feeble attempt to shield him from your inner turmoil. A smile, though not reaching your eyes, plays on your lips. "Thank you for today." The gratitude is sincere, your heart warmed by his caring presence.

✧ ✧ ✧

As your fingers intertwine in the quiet of the car, he glances at you with a comforting smile. "Looks like there's a bit of traffic, we’ll be home in around a half hour." he mentions, the hum of the engine accompanying his words.

However, you're not fully tuned into the conversation. Instead, your attention is drawn to the night sky, captivated by the celestial wonders above. Animatedly, you share stories of constellations and the cosmic ballet, your voice weaving tales of the stars as the car meanders through the urban night.

A warm smile graces his lips, capturing the sparkle in your eyes. Spontaneously, he parks the car near a vacant mountaintop, city lights far below. The celestial canvas unfolds as you continue your stargazing dialogue. 

Nestled in the open boot of Jeno's car, you find comfort against his body, head resting on his chest. Gazing at the stars, he whispers sweet reassurances in your ear, the night sky a celestial canvas where your anxiety gently fades, even if just momentarily.

Jeno kisses your forehead with a whispered question. You’re now standing side by side as you’re looking up at the stars and he’s looking at you. “Are you feeling better?” 

As a contented sigh escapes your lips, you revel in the solace of being with him, the night sky weaving a temporary spell on your anxiety but you know this won’t last, you know the second you close your eyes tonight the real battle will start. 

Choosing to shield him from worry, you offer a gentle smile and a subtle nod when he asks. "Yeah, I'm feeling better now.” you assure him, your words carrying a touch of gratitude. Your heart swells with appreciation for the unexpected haven he created atop the mountain.

Leaning into the warmth of his chest, you express your thanks for the day, the words a tender acknowledgment of his efforts. Deep down, you cherish the genuine concern in his eyes, but for now, the desire to spare him unnecessary worry guides your actions. 

“I don’t buy it.” he looks at you sternly, lips dodging yours, a serious expression in his face. 

"Jeno, please," you implore, the words hanging in the air. However, as he meets your gaze, captivated by the sheer beauty reflected in your eyes, he momentarily forgets what he was about to say. The softness in your expression, the way you look at him, sweeps away his train of thought. There's a pause, a moment where words fade into the background, as he's lost in the warmth of your gaze and the radiance that surrounds you. Eventually, a gentle smile curves on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the distraction your beauty has become. 

His words caress the air, "Pretty girl." His voice is a low whisper, his fingers tenderly tracing the contours of your lips with the most captivating of smiles. It sends a poignant ache through your heart, the way he looks at you making you feel intense guilt. You fight back the tears that threaten to surface.

He’s still looking at you with concern, eyes searching yours for an answer. You don’t know how else to react. Desiring distraction, you impulsively lean in, seeking solace in the press of your lips against his, momentarily abandoning the conversation you had intended. Your fingers instinctively coil around the fabric of his shirt, his arms winding around your waist, drawing you into an intimate embrace. The dance of his mouth against yours unfolds, a gentle nip on your lower lip elicits a hushed gasp. Seizing the moment, he delves deeper, intertwining his tongue with yours in a tender kiss.

A smile graces his lips in the midst of your shared closeness and it seems like the imposing conversation has flown from his mind too.  Your fingers weave through the strands of his hair, cherishing the softness as the warmth of his body provides a transient sanctuary from lingering concerns.

Jeno gracefully lowers himself, knees bending as his hands anchor at the back of your thighs. A swift jump and your legs encircle his waist, his firm grip ensuring your support. Lips reconnect, and he navigates effortlessly to his car. He’s glad that you guys have no company.

Amidst the soft glow of candlelight, an unexpected intimacy unfolds. You discover a new vantage point, perched on a shared blanket under the moonlit sky. You’re met with the familiarity of his car, the boot. You’re surprised when the position remains, you on top. You move even closer in his hold, a comfortable perch on his lap as your knees close in on either side of his hips. “Take this shit off.” He moans against your lips, smiling against your lips as you get in an awkward position so he can remove your skirt swiftly. Simultaneously, you unzip his trousers, freeing his cock from his pants, while he removes your lace panties. 

His hands trace the curves of your thighs, fingers gripping the exposed skin, dangerously dancing near the skin of your pussy while your mouth melds with his. 

“Already wet for me? Good girl.” He coos in your ear, one finger dipping in and out your pussy, covered in slick. 

“Need you.” You cry out, he coos at how patience you’ve been for him as he grips your thighs, eyes looking softly into yours as he lowers you down onto his cock, the two of you moaning at the sensation of you adjusting immediately, he fits snugly into you, your walls instinctively accustomed to the feeling. 

In the midst of tears, you whisper, "Jeno, you make me feel so much." Your emotions overwhelm you as you begin kissing every inch of his face, attempting to convey the depth of your sentiments.

You start with his forehead, the site of countless moments etched with shared laughter and joy. A gentle kiss lands there, a silent acknowledgment of the happiness he's brought into your life. Moving to his eyebrows, you trace the familiar arcs that crinkle with every teasing smile. Your lips linger, savoring the warmth of memories held in those expressive lines.

Kissing the bridge of his nose, you recall the adorable way it scrunches when he's deep in thought or playfully annoyed. Each touch becomes a silent tribute to the idiosyncrasies that make Jeno uniquely himself. Continuing to his closed eyelids, you remember the countless times you’ve dreamed of him and the security you find in the serenity of those closed eyes.

As you plant a tender kiss on his cheeks, the echoes of laughter and stolen moments resonate in your mind. You're acutely aware of the bittersweet weight behind the gesture, acknowledging the beauty of what was and the pain of what might never be again.

Finally, your lips find their way to his trembling mouth, sealing an unspoken promise of love and gratitude. In this melancholic dance of affection, you navigate the terrain of his features, each kiss a melancholy ode to the intricate mosaic of your shared experiences.

Jeno looks at you with a mixture of tenderness and concern, his eyes mirroring the emotions reflected in your tear-stained gaze. As your whispered confession hangs in the air, his fingers gently lift to graze your cheek softly. 

The room feels heavy with unspoken sentiments, and Jeno's expression softens even more as he breaks away from your lips. His hand cradles your face, thumb gently brushing away the lingering traces of sadness. There's a depth of emotion in his eyes as he looks into yours. 

He doesn't utter a word, but his actions speak volumes. Leaning in, Jeno captures your lips in a soft, reassuring kiss. It's a gentle promise, a silent affirmation that he's there with you, navigating the intensity of emotions together. His arms wrap around you, creating a cocoon of warmth and solace.

Jeno's touch is a blend of warmth and desire as he navigates your trembling body, his hands exploring the curves that respond to his every movement. Your sighs intertwine with his name, creating a symphony of longing and pleasure, while your shaky hands find solace on his sculpted shoulders. Biting your lip, you surrender to the heightened sensations as his grip on your thigh tightens, helping as you rise and fall on his cock. 

His breath, laden with desire, mingles with yours, the air heavy with the intensity of your connection, your ass meeting your thighs. "Good girl," he murmurs, smiling behind the pleasure as you rise and fall on his cock with a determination in his eye. His praise ignites a new wave of sensations. Your eyes, lost in ecstasy, roll back, and the room echoes with the symphony of whimpers and cries that escape your lips when he consistently hits the sweet spot

“I need your cum in me.” you whine, the words catching in your throat as your body responds to the intensifying pleasure, a gentle band tightening around the depths of your core.

“I’m gonna fill you up with me, baby.” he moans, his voice a low, longing murmur. Jeno lowers his thumb to your clit, gliding down to trace delicate circles. The sudden touch makes you shiver, tension building within you as the sensations cascade through your body.

In the throes of ecstasy, you arch against him, a cascade of whimpers and moans escaping your lips. Jeno is attentive to your every reaction, synchronized in the dance of shared desire. Your cries become a symphony that resonates with him, each pulse of pleasure bringing you closer to a shared climax.

“My love.” you cry out, the endearment slipping out involuntarily, and it resonates deeply with Jeno. The intimate connection amplifies, pushing him over the edge. He responds with a fervent moan, releasing his pent-up passion inside you, a high-pitched resonance you’ve never heard before.

As the climax ebbs, you collapse onto him, exhaustion mingling with the lingering pleasure. Tears stream down your face, a release of emotions intertwined with the raw intensity of the moment. Your hands clench onto his back, holding on as if he could slip away.

In the aftermath, Jeno cradles you with a tender smile, maintaining the intimate connection. His gaze holds a vulnerability that transcends physicality, mirroring the delicate strokes of a poet. His fingers brush away your tears, tracing the paths of emotions etched on your flushed face.

With unspoken understanding, the room is filled with shared sorrow. Jeno’s tears join yours, creating a poignant language that weaves your stories together. In this silent dialogue of vulnerability, your connection strengthens.

In the tender aftermath, Jeno's eyes reveal a different vulnerability. With a gentleness that mirrors the delicate touch of a poet, he brushes away the tears that linger on your flushed cheeks. His fingers trace the paths of emotions etched on your face. As his thumb captures a glistening tear, you feel your sorrow enveloping the room. 

Gazing into each other's eyes, you find solace in the authenticity of the moment. Jeno's gaze mirrors and you stay in silence, he’s still inside of you. 

Breaking the silence, Jeno's voice, soft yet filled with genuine concern, pierces through the intimate atmosphere. His eyes still search yours as he whispers, "Tell me what you feel." The unspoken question lingers, he’s referencing earlier, inviting you to unravel the layers of emotions that intertwine your souls, creating a canvas painted with shared vulnerability and desire.

Jeno's touch is tender as he brushes away your tears, his fingers delicately tracing the paths of emotions etched on your face. The subtle quiver in his breath reveals the depth of his empathy, and you notice a glistening tear escaping from the corner of his eye, mirroring the vulnerability that binds you both.

His thumb moves gently across your cheek, capturing the teardrop, while his own tears fall freely. There's a shared sorrow in this moment, an unspoken understanding that transcends words. Jeno's emotions, laid bare, create a poignant connection between you, deepening the bonds that bind your hearts.

The weight of unspoken pain becomes palpable, threatening to engulf you in a sea of vulnerability. In response, you shake your head, a feeble attempt to ward off the imminent exposure of your innermost self. The fear of appearing fragile and broken takes hold—it's a dangerous territory you've meticulously avoided, a realm where the façade you've worn like armor is at risk of crumbling.

As he wipes away your tears, his gaze meets yours, expressing a silent solidarity. In that intimate exchange, you find solace in the raw authenticity of shared emotions. Jeno's teary eyes reflect not only your pain but also the profound connection that weaves your stories together. It's a moment suspended in time, where tears become the language of emotions too profound for words.

"I know what you feel; I feel it too," he whispers, his voice a soothing balm to the ache in your heart. The connection deepens as you both acknowledge the profound emotions that bind you, creating a shared sanctuary where vulnerability is met with empathy. It's a testament to the strength of your relationship, forged in the crucible of genuine emotions that only serve to strengthen the bond you share.

A quiet gasp escapes as emotions swirl within, you take a deep breath, the weight of your emotions nearly overwhelming. In the quiet intimacy of the moment, you muster the courage to speak the words that have been echoing in your heart.

"I... I'm scared, Jeno," you stammer, anxiety coursing through your veins like an electric current. Your heart races, and a subtle tremor invades your voice as you grapple with the overwhelming fear of confessing your emotions. The vulnerability in your words echoes the symptoms of anxiety—palpitations, a tightening chest, the fear of judgment that clings to every syllable.

Despite the paralyzing fear, you know you must tell him. You summon the courage to speak. "I love you so much that it hurts, Jeno," you admit, the words escaping in a breathless whisper. The admission carries the weight of both joy and fear, but amidst the internal turmoil, you yearn for a connection that transcends words, searching desperately for affirmation in his eyes. His boyish smile transforms into a warm and tender expression, tears streaming down. He's still inside of you, his presence lingering, and as he releases again, his hands gently cup your face, providing a moment of solace in the midst of the emotional storm.

"I love you too," Jeno whispers, his voice carrying a depth of emotion that mirrors your own. You hold each other tightly, your bare bodies pressed together, a mosaic of emotions etched across the canvas of your entwined forms. His toned chest provides a firm foundation, your breasts gently molded against the warmth of his skin. The lingering connection down there serves as a silent testament to the profound intimacy you've embraced.

Heavy breathing and panting compose a symphony, resonating with the echoes of shared desires. His arms, strong and secure, wrap around your back, creating a cocoon of intimacy. Fingers trace soothing patterns along the contours of your spine, and as you hold onto his shoulders, your tears find refuge in the curve of his neck. 

In the midst of this physical closeness, you look into each other's eyes. His smile, though filled with tears, radiates warmth and acceptance, a poignant expression of love. Yet, in your gaze, there is no hint of happiness—only a profound sadness reflected in your tear-streaked face as you sob, the weight of vulnerability heavy on your shoulders. 

The head fogs with unspoken words, each heartbeat echoing the ache of a love destined to unravel. Tears cascade down your cheeks, silent witnesses to the profound pain etched in your soul. Amidst the shared tears, he cries too, not realizing the true depth of your sorrow. He’s weeping because he senses your love, yet the cruel irony is that you, burdened by the impending departure, are the one who must leave.

As your tears mingle in the dance of heartbreak, the weight of impending separation hangs heavy. He can’t hear the words echoing in your head, nor understand the agony etched onto your face. This poignant moment, laden with unspoken goodbyes, is a symphony of sorrow. 

✧ ✧ ✧

It starts off with feeble excuses, claiming sickness or the need to study. Each call and text from him goes unanswered, as you detach yourself without warning or explanation. On campus, you avoid his gaze, finding excuses to leave, trapping yourself in a web of avoidance.

Friends, unaware of the storm within, continue their routines, oblivious to your isolation. You become a ghost, fading from gatherings, leaving them in the dark about the torment devouring your soul.

His house, once a refuge, stands untouched by your presence. Dates become relics of the past, and everything shared dissolves into a haunting silence. You ghost him, ignore him, disappearing without a trace. The places where you once showed up now remain empty, a stark reminder of the void you've become.

In this self-imposed exile, you grapple with the agony of your emotions, feeling the weight of isolation press down on you. The world around you moves forward, while you remain suspended in emotional paralysis, unable to break free from the chains that bind you.

The sun-drenched campus feels both familiar and distant as you navigate its pathways, ensnared in your isolation. Suddenly, Sunwoo appears, concern etched across his face. Startled, you jump at his presence, forgetting how to act around people. Anxiety, that insidious disease, tightens its grip.

"Y/N," Sunwoo calls out, his voice breaking through the suffocating silence.

"Sunwoo," you cry out, seeking instant comfort from him. You allow yourself to melt into his warm embrace, tears escaping as thoughts of Jeno intensify the ache in your chest. You miss him—miss his touch, miss the simplicity of your connection.

"Tell me everything," Sunwoo urges, his voice a gentle plea.

And you do. You spill the fragments of your shattered heart, revealing how you and Jeno were once strong until the world intruded, shattering the delicate bubble of your love. The honeymoon phase faded, replaced by imperfections and external pressures. You couldn't bear the stares, the rudeness, the guilt for simply being in love. It felt like you were an enemy, an intruder in a world that refused to accept your connection.

You recount Seoyeon's cruel warning, the video, her words a venomous echo in your mind. The weight of her threat compounds your already fragile emotional state. Sunwoo listens, his comforting presence a temporary respite from the storm within. Before he hugs you, you just stare at him and sob. His gaze doesn't hold judgment, and the rarity of that these days breaks you. It's a poignant moment where you realize he doesn't see you as someone who's done something wrong.

As you cry in his arms, the release of emotions is accompanied by a profound sense of trust. You never did anything wrong, and Sunwoo, understanding that, becomes a pillar of support. The rarity of finding someone who doesn't look at you with condemnation in these trying times makes you melt into him. You know you can trust him—always have and always will.

Sunwoo rocks you back and forth in his arms, offering a comforting refuge from the storm within. As tears stream down your face, he speaks softly, his words carrying a pain that resonates deeply.

"You love him?" he questions, the ache in his voice weaving a tale of pain that doesn't entirely make sense to you.

You nod, biting your tongue to stifle the sobs threatening to escape. "I'm scared," you admit, the vulnerability laid bare.

He shakes his head gently, a determined glint in his eyes. "You love him. Fuck everyone else." The weight of his words settles in, a declaration that in this tumultuous journey, your love is what matters. In his embrace, the fear eases, replaced by a flicker of courage to face the uncertain path ahead.

✧ ✧ ✧

As you sit peacefully on the campus, absorbed in your thoughts, Chaeyoung, Nagyung, and Seoyeon approach with an air of hostility. Their presence feels like a dark cloud disrupting the tranquility around you. Nagyung shoots you a venomous glare, and the atmosphere becomes tense. Suddenly, you're transported back to a painful memory – your date with Jeno, tainted by Nagyung's threats and bullying.

Nagyung's voice pierces through the present moment, her words echoing the past torment. "Jeno is still posting photos of you two on his Instagram. Did you not take my warning seriously?" The mention of Jeno's name sends shivers down your spine, reopening old wounds. Despite the tears welling in your eyes, you choose to ignore them, desperate to shield yourself from the emotional assault. The intrusive trio persists, invading your personal space and freedom of mind.

As you endure their taunts, tears well in your eyes, a silent defense against the emotional onslaught. Avoiding their gaze, you refuse to give them the satisfaction of a reaction.

Despite your efforts to stay composed, Nagyung persists with another warning, this time invoking a sense of dread. She mentions the video with a snarl on her face. The mere thought intensifies your desperation to escape this distressing encounter, as their toxic words become increasingly unbearable. The urgency to distance yourself grows, making finding an exit your sole focus.

Their taunting has drawn a growing crowd, creating an overwhelming sensory experience. The stares and harsh words blend into a chaotic scene. Desperate to escape, you find your voice locked within, and your body feels paralyzed, as if controlled by an unseen force. In this moment, anger surges. You want to fight back, to regain control over your voice and movements, but an invisible restraint keeps you confined,

Sunwoo arrives, exuding a striking handsomeness that momentarily captures attention. His face bears a concerned expression as he looks at you, offering reassurance with a simple, "It's okay, I'm here." While he defends you against the trio, the ringing in your head and heightened anxiety make it difficult to decipher his words.

Certain phrases cut through the mental fog: "What's wrong with you?" and "You're all pathetic." He delivers a menacing warning, promising consequences, each word dripping with venom that silences the three girls who look stunned. Sunwoo, typically composed, adopts an unfamiliar rudeness, threatening the trio with a stern expression you've never witnessed before. The stark contrast leaves you both surprised and comforted, a mixture of emotions swirling as Sunwoo wipes away your tears.

Sunwoo's defense sparks a glimmer of hope within you, and your eyes light up with gratitude. As he smiles in reassurance, you make an effort to reciprocate, forcing a smile back, though feelings of unworthiness linger beneath the surface.

Witnessing him defend you creates a moment of vulnerability, you find yourself getting lost in his presence. Sunwoo gently wipes away your tears. Soft whispers escape his lips, words so sweet they make you giggle. Were you getting lost in his eyes?

His question breaks your trance "Where's your boyfriend?"

"I don't know, Sunwoo," you reply, your mind swirling with the reminder that you've ignored all of his texts.

"He should be here," Sunwoo asserts, concern etched on his face.

"It's not his fault," you instinctively defend him, your words flying past Sunwoo as he changes the subject.

"Do you want to come with me?" His hand gently rests on your back, a comforting touch that lights up a spark within you.

"Where?" you inquire, curiosity blending with uncertainty.

"Somewhere away from here," Sunwoo suggests, the idea hanging in the air.

"I don't—" you begin, caught in contemplation. The uncertainty about the proposal lingers, leaving you unsure if it's a good idea.

Finally, Jeno enters the scene, and an immediate tension envelopes the surroundings. Immature behaviour unfolds between him and Sunwoo, their gazes locking with an intensity laced with rudeness. The air thickens with arguments, and the perpetual tension that seems to shadow you becomes overwhelmingly stifling.

As you prepare to confront both of them, Jeno beats you to it. His eyes communicate a stern warning to Sunwoo, their locked gaze speaking volumes. In Jeno's intense stare, you sense an undercurrent of jealousy. He doesn't need words; the warning is implicit, especially as his eyes fixate on where Sunwoo's hand lingers on your back.

Sunwoo doesn't back away, he’s aching every second that you’re in this broken state. His frustration boils over. "Where the hell have you been?" His raised voice is directed at Jeno, who responds defiantly, "Shut up, Sunwoo, I swear to—"

"You're twiddling your thumbs while Seoyeon —" Sunwoo's words are cut off as he glances at you, his eyes softening instantly as he reads the silent plea in yours. Shaking your head, you silently beg him not to reveal the truth to Jeno.

"Sunwoo, stop it. Don't talk to Jeno like that," you interject, trying to diffuse the escalating tension. Sunwoo sighs, a heavy sadness lingering in his heart, all he wants to do is protect you but he also wants to respect your wishes.

Finally turning to Jeno, you realise you can't avoid him forever. You're a bit of a mess, dishevelled hair and tear-streaked cheeks. Jeno notices immediately and his eyes soften, his heart strings tugging and without a word, he pulls you into a comforting hug. You melt into his chest, shaking hands gripping onto his biceps. You hum in familiarity as he wraps his arms around you tighter. “I’m right here, baby.”

His fingers gently smooth out your hair, and he delicately kisses your face, his fingers following to wipe away your tears. You look up at him as if he holds your world. He has an undeniable hold on your heart. "Come with me," he suggests, and though you're initially reluctant, he pleads, "Please, Y/N."

"Don't you trust me?" Jeno asks, his eyes holding a sincerity that softens your defences. "I do," you respond, shedding silent tears as you hold his hand, letting him lead you away from the prying eyes.

Before parting, he kisses you softly, and in that vulnerable moment, everyone's eyes seem to be on you.

You catch sight of Seoyeon and Sunwoo, your breathing calming as you catch him defending your name. You watch as he snatches her phone from her with a relentless and anger that’s unpalatable, he must look crazy to others but you know what he’s doing. You feel a warmth in your senses, the cloud in your mind finally starting to dissolve when you see him navigate her phone. He’s deleted the video.

Jeno wraps his arm around you, a protective shield from the cruel stares and whispers. As he kisses your cheek softly, you find solace in the intimacy of the moment.

✧ ✧ ✧

In the familiar setting of Jeno's room, clad in his clothes post a shared shower, emotions swirl between you two. The act of cleaning each other felt tender, the guilt growing as his lips pressed against every inch of your body, each kiss carrying an unspoken declaration of the depth of his love for you. Jeno leans down, the rawness in his voice echoes, "I've missed you so much." The question hangs, "Have you missed me?"

Instead of verbalising, you lean forward, putting your mind off the pain by doing what you know best. Your lips press against his, a rough and passionate collision. There's an urgency as your lips connect, a mingling of longing and desire. The kiss deepens, and you bite down roughly on his bottom lip. As the kiss progresses, heavy breaths mix. The roughness of the kiss mirrors the intensity of your feelings, making every moment linger in the air.

Pulling away, Jeno gazes into your eyes, understanding etched in his expression. "You can always talk to me. I'm always waiting for you," he reassures.

Jeno silently leads you somewhere, and as you realize it's the room where the project is, you express, "Jen, I don't feel like working on the project now."

He gently hushes you and urges, "Just follow me."

In a secluded corner of the project space, Jeno guides you into an unexpected, confined pod. The air is charged with tension as he gently guides you to sit down, taking your hand in his. As he kneels before you, you glance around in confusion—this isn't the collaborative space you had developed; it's *your* pod.

"Jeno, what's going on? This is supposed to be our demonstration pod for the presentation." you exclaim, your worry evident.

Jeno, undeterred, whispers, "I don't care about the presentation right now." Holding your hand tighter, he reveals a pod personalised just for you—your favourite scent of vanilla, your favourite song filling the air with soothing melody, and a colour palette of soft lavender, muted gold, and touches of black. Images of blooming cherry blossoms and gentle ripples on a serene pond adorn the walls, creating a tranquil and visually pleasing environment.

Overwhelmed, you can't fathom how Jeno knows all these intimate details you've never shared. Tears well up in your eyes, and you ask, "How did you...?"

"I know you better than you think." Jeno says softly, wiping away your tears. "Let's do some mindfulness exercises together. It might help."

As Jeno leads you through deep breaths and visualisation, your internal struggle intensifies. The stress of using this personal creation for an impromptu session gnaws at you, overshadowing the intended therapeutic effect.

"We're going to get in trouble, Jeno." you stammer between breaths, your anxiety rising.

"I don't care about that right now. I care about you." Jeno replies, his voice steady but filled with concern.

However, you are too far gone. Jeno's efforts, genuine as they are, can't penetrate the walls of your distress. Realisation dawns on Jeno's face—he can't help someone who isn't ready to be helped. Holding your face in his hands, a tear escapes his eye.

"I love you. I want to help you." Jeno pleads. "My heart is breaking seeing you like this. Why won't you let me in?"

Sobbing, you abruptly stand up and leave the pod, leaving Jeno behind with a shattered expression. "I told you I loved you." he whispers, watching you disappear, unable to comprehend why you chose to leave despite his sincere efforts to connect. As you go, he notices the absence of those three words from you, and tears fill his eyes too, realizing the depth of your pain and the strain on your connection.

✧ ✧ ✧

The pulsating beats of the music echoed through the crowded room, a symphony of laughter and clinking glasses resonating in the air. Neon lights cast vibrant hues on the partygoers, transforming the space into a kaleidoscope of fleeting moments. Yet, in the midst of the lively chaos, your focus was on one person – Jeno.

The room felt suffocating as you navigated through the sea of bodies, your heart pounding in rhythm with the bass. This wasn't where you wanted to be; Jeno's infamous parties were the last place you'd willingly venture. Once, he had tamed his party spirit for you, a sacrifice to build a life together. Now, with the remnants of that love scattered like confetti, Jeno had reverted to his former self, perhaps even more recklessly.

He stood there, a red cup in hand, surrounded by the aura of popularity you once found intimidating. Memories of a time when he threw fewer parties for the sake of your connection flooded your mind. But now, any second threatened to pull him into the abyss of his "fuck boy" phase.

Summoning courage, you took a deep breath and approached him. His name left your lips, but he brushed you aside as though you were an apparition, the weight of his indifference making you feel transparent, like a forgotten ghost.

Attempting conversation only led to walls; he was rough, rude, a cruel reminder of a love now lost. The desperation to salvage what was left of a shared project pushed you to raise your voice, cutting through the noise of the party.

"JENO!"

His eyes met yours, a deadpan stare that could still weaken your resolve. The words you uttered about the pending project fell like heavy raindrops, but his response wasn't venomous – it was filled with an unexpected hurt.

"I'd rather fail," he said, and with that, he walked away, leaving you standing alone amidst the vibrant chaos, a solitary figure in a world that had once revolved aroundthe two of you.

As you gather your resolve to leave, the weight of impending all-nighters and deadlines bearing down on you, Donghyuck intercepts your escape with a mischievous smirk.

"Come with me," he insists, the insistence in his voice leaving no room for argument. "We're playing a game, and you have to be here. I won't let you go home yet."

Reluctantly, you follow Donghyuck into an empty room where a small group has gathered around a solitary bottle of alcohol placed in the center of the floor. Jeno sits on the opposite side, his gaze fixed on you. It takes a moment for you to realize why – you're wearing the dress he once gifted you, a stunning piece that captivates attention.

The atmosphere shifts as the game of spin the bottle begins. You shoot a glare at Donghyuck; this chaotic scene isn't your element. The room becomes a haze of alcohol, drugs, and unrestrained behavior. You feel like an outsider, an observer in a world that's foreign to you.

As the bottle takes its turns, the dares escalate, each one pushing the boundaries further. Yeji and Hyunjin had to dry hump, Chaewon and Ryujin shared an intense make out session and Karina faces a challenge that adds a layer of discomfort to the room.

Your mind begins to wander, almost fortunate to have escaped the bottle's whims, until it unexpectedly lands on Jeno. He maintains the same nonchalant expression, like a detached robot, throughout the game. Witnessing him in this state burdens your heart.

Then, your name is called, and the shock reverberates through you. Eyes widen, pulse quickens – you're suddenly the focal point of the game, and a daunting dare awaits.

“I repeat once more, Lee Jeno, would you rather kiss Y/N with the happy pill or do the same with Winter?” You gulp when you see that the bottle has landed on Jeno, Donghyuck’s words kept ringing in your head, you give him a deadpan expression and all he does is smile and blow you a kiss. He’s a menace. He planned this. You shake your head in annoyance as you see him rubbing his hand at the scene he’s created, the awkward silence, the tension, the stormy expression in Jeno’s eyes.

You gulp when you realise what’s truly going on. It’s a drug. You weren’t surprised, was it Jeno’s party if drugs weren't played with recklessly? You know Jeno loves them, he’s into that stuff, he’s crazy about it so why does he look so angry? You know him, you know his eyes should be growing with light and he’d be desperate to feel the release but he’s mad. He's abrupt and harsh. “Why are you involving drugs?”

There was a silence, Donghyuck just laughs

“I don’t want to do either.”

Jeno and Hyuck converse but it becomes a distant noise to you as you’re distracted. Your blood is boiling, you’re looking at Winter, her sweet smile and shadowed eyes giving you a racing heart. You know she doesn’t mean any harm by her actions, she isn’t a bad person but at the same time, her actions have had a negative affect on you.

Winter applies lip balm, puckering with certainty that Jeno will choose her over you. The anger you feel isn’t solely directed at her, but at the haunting memories of girls who made you feel weak and vulnerable, doubting the significance of your connection with Jeno. The realization hits – you stopped seeing Jeno to avoid this attention, to do what you thought was best.

No more. You’re taking a stand. You’re not focused on anything else, there’s so much booze and people, so much alcohol, so much music but your eyes are only on one person. the man you love so much. He’s arguing with Donghyuck so he doesn’t notice you move from your place, snatch the baggie from Donghyuck’s hand and give Winter a unapologetic glare, silently warning her not to move from her seat, it might’ve been childish but to your suprise she looks startled and sits back down.

You walk over to him and he immediately goes silent, eyes on you and instantly the light is restored. You’re shy and nervous but it doesn’t matter. he’s only one one that matters. making it up to him and showing him that you’re truly sorry and do want him matters the most.

He eyes the bag in your hand and looks stunned, eyes instantly going soft as he lowers you down onto his lap, hands moving all over. They grip the flesh on your thighs, biting his lip as he admires how sexy you look in the dress. His hands are gripping your waist securely, moving his face close to yours, showing the most concern and love in your eyes, that’s when you realise that the feelings never went, he’s never stopped adoring you.

“Baby.” he calls out your name softly, eyes looking over you in concern, you relish in his protective and caring touch that caresses your skin, you missed him so much

“Jeno.” you call out to him, holding onto his face so delicately, the two of you softly looking into each others eyes with giddy smiles, he nudges his nose against yours, calling you his pretty girl. Your spirits were too infectious to break. You truly ignored everyone else around you, especially Donghyuck, his background remarks kept ringing around, he was claiming that you were breaking every single rule in the game but you didn’t care

“Are you sure?” He questions with so much care as you bring the pill out of the bag, ready to put it on your tongue. he has strict eyes, you can see his protective side already. He wants your consent and he wants you to be 100% sure.

You know how much he loves stuff like this, you’ve always wished you was more outgoing for him. You don’t answer verbally.

You pull out pill from the bag, eyeing it like it was foreign, it was to you. You’ve seen Jeno do this so many times, you can do it. You handle it with care, making sure you don’t drop it as you place it on your tongue, eyes not leaving his as you do so, you see his breathing becoming heavy, a smirk that you love so much playing on his face. He’s in his heaven. He’s wanted this for so long. His two favourite things in the world. That combined with the fact he hasn’t touched you in so long, he’s already cumming in his pants.

You moan before you close your lips in on him, lips moving in a passionate yet slow manner, you haven’t done this in so long yet you instantly feel like home. You melt into his touch, fingers gripping onto him tightly as if he could slip away but you know he won’t ever again, it’s real, he’s yours.

He laughs against your lips when he realised you’ve become too indulged in the moment to forget that there was a pill resting on your tongue. He prods his own tongue against yours, the pill falling into his mouth effortlessly. Your tongues engage in a dance, conveying a depth of emotion that transcends words.

The warmth of your shared desire pulses through every lingering moment, igniting a fervent connection that speaks of longing, intensity, and the unspoken promises of passion.

The moment is heightened by a hundred, the kiss moves at a more rapid and intense rate, his hot breath moving against yours, you get lost in each other's embrace. Your kiss is making up for stolen time but you relish into him with a giddy smile when you realise that he’s yours and has always been. You won’t waste any time anymore,

You press against each together fervently, seeking solace and connection in the desperation of the moment. It's a collision of raw emotion, where the taste of longing lingers, and each kiss becomes a desperate plea for reassurance and a temporary escape from the overwhelming tide of uncertainty.

It’s frustrating that you had to do this with your clothes on, it’s clear that you both wanted to strip each other by the way your skirt had trailed so high up your thighs and how you’ve managed to unbutton half of his shirt. You’re gripping onto him for dear life as he starts thrusting against you, his hand pressed against your clothed clit, making rough motions as you grow more wet and frustrated as your lace thong sticks to you, you so desperately want him to strip you naked. His hardness prods against your pelvis, his tip meeting your folds every time he meets your hips.

You begin moaning his name against his lips, heavy pants and breaths against each other's mouth. In all honesty, you’ve both forgotten that there’s a crowd around you, your eyelids doubling explains why you’ve travelled to your own world with him. You’re so enchanted, desperate and horny for each other you genuinely forget you’re in the same room as people, so does he, his fingers are about to slide underneath your skirt and underwear to take it off in one rough motion, other hand reaching for a condom but you shake your head, telling him to cum in you because you’re still on the pill.

It’s so steamy. The 7 seconds has clearly exceeded a long time ago.

“Get a room! Can you guys take it somewhere else?” You’re finally brought back to reality, partially. You can only hear Donghyuck because he’s shouting close to your ear, tapping the both of you. You feel dizzy, you feel like you’re floating, you feel so good.

You ignore everyone, it’s just you and him. You continue to disregard everyone else as you finally hear all the background noise, the shouts and cheers, the whistling, the peering eyes. You don’t notice guys getting their phones out to film and take photos of you, you don’t notice Sunwoo knocking each phone from each shameless guys hands, deleting every photo and video and warning them with threats.

You’re out of your mind but you can recollect Jeno finally lifting the two of you up, he carries you to someplace more private, your legs around his waist as you continue to dry hump. You’re a mess, you keep moaning his name against his lips. “I know, I know, my love.” He whispers against your lips.

You feel a delicious thrill through your pussy, your heart beating erratically. The words ‘I love you’ are nearly slipping off your tongue.

“You’re my good girl, be patient and I’m gonna give you everything you want.” He promises, lust in his eyes. He magically manouvers through the crowds, dodging every single drunk, dancing person or couple all while making out with you passionately, his attention was 100% solely on you.

You let out a noise of excitement when you’re pressed against a wall roughly, Jeno follows shortly, his back pressing into yours. You travelled blind, you didn’t see a thing, you just maintained full trust in him. You can feel the change in atmosphere, it’s much quieter here, it’s just you and him.

He starts pressing kisses against the curve of your neck, languid and sensual, a heated whisper of desire lingered in the air. He caressed you with purpose, leaving his trail of heightened sensations behind with love marks and bites. You missed the feeling of him leaving hickeys so much. In that heated moment, your connection intensified, a symphony of shared longing and a promise of deeper, more intimate embraces to come.

He whispers against your skin, his touch although rough, lingered so softly on your skin. “I’ve missed you so much, baby.” He leans close to you, turning your tace to the side, his touch so caressing. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.” He says between kisses.

“Why did you ghost me like that? Hm?” He asks, fingertips gripping into your hips as he demands an explanation.

“I – I thought I was doing what was best.” You give a simple explanation, you was contemplating to fully explain what had happened, the conversation you had with Nagyung, the entire ordeal but now you’re standing here with the man you want to be with forever, so you realise that it doesn’t matter anymore. Maybe one day you’ll tell him everything but you don’t see yourself doing that anytime soon. “It doesn’t matter anymore, Jeno. What matters is that I’m here with you and I’ll never do that to you again.”

“I’m so sorry, I truly am. It wasn’t right for me to ghost you like that with no explanation, I’m so sorry if I made you feel like you did something wrong. The truth is you didn’t, you were so good to me. You made me feel a way that no one has ever before, I never imagined that someone would make me feel so cherished and appreciated, you came from nowhere and rocked my whole world.”

He smiles against your lips, it’s clear your apology is sincere and it touches his heart. “It’s okay, I forgive you and now I want to punish you.” His voice goes darker and you know it’s the sex in him talking, it turns you on so much.

“Then ruin me.”

“But I wanna make so much love to you.” He groans, an internal conflict playing in his heart. “You’ve gone so long without my touch, are you sure you want me to go hard on you?”

You manage to lock the door behind you, filled

with determination. That tells him enough. He’s confused when you get down from his hold, nearly stumbling once you’re on the ground as dizziness overcomes you but you force yourself to have a strong stance. You try to appear more confident than you are, your eyes heavy with the desire to make him feel good.

Your eyes don’t leave his when you get down on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with doe yet seductive eyes. He groans, getting himself ready with a huff, unbuckling his belt, cooing down at you when you struggled to do it, he cups your cheeks. “My pretty girl, you wanna make me feel good? You wanna make it up to me? You’re gonna take my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours?”

You nod, suddenly becoming shy at how direct he is. He tuts, shaking his head, fingers gripping the skin beneath your skin roughly, looking down at you and shaking his head. He wants you to beg for him. Your pussy grows wet at his change in attitude.

“How badly do you need my cock?”

“I need it so badly. I’ve been thinking about your cock every single day, I’ll do anything to feel and taste it.” You start begging and pleading, holding his hands softly and kissing the flesh as you know that you’re his soft spot.

But it makes no difference, he won’t give you what you need unless you beg for him the way he wants you to. His eyes grow dark and his voice goes deeper, looking down at you seductively, fingers pressing into your mouth as he gives you a taste for only second. “Say it then.” His finger prods between your top and bottom lip, eyes dark as he’s waiting for the word that he’s been so desperate to hear since rekindling with you:

“Please Daddy!!! Please fuck my throat, Daddy.” You scream at the top of your lungs.

“There’s my good girl.”

Your hands grip his clothed cock, impatiently waiting as he rids himself of his boxers. You bring your knees close together in a bid to feel something which doesn’t go unnoticed by him: “My greedy slut has no patience.”

He shakes his head.

Your anticipation builds as you grasp his thighs, eagerly opening your mouth and meeting his lustful gaze. His hand caresses your cheek before guiding his cock against your chin, his heavy length slapping against your skin. He enters your mouth, you close your eyes and moan into him instantly, savoring the sensation and losing yourself in the moment.

His deep groan resonates as you swallow, and he grips your face while withdrawing his cock slowly. Spit gathers at the edges of your lips as he thrusts back into your mouth. A whimper escapes as the head of his arousal reaches the back of your throat, causing your eyes to water.

"Fuck," he hisses, picking up the pace ever so slightly. Your hands ascend, clutching his belt loops, drawing him nearer until his hips meet your chin.

He lingers momentarily before withdrawing, granting you a brief respite before pulling him back in. He watches intently as each thrust causes your throat to bulge, his fingers pressing against your neck, relishing the sensation.

Your mind is adrift, captivated by him and the sensations he invokes. Your lips ache from the stretch, mirroring the intensity elsewhere. Unbeknownst to you, your thighs rub together, seeking relief from the building pressure within.

His hands descend, teasing with pinches and nipple flicks, eliciting involuntary jerks. His cock, unwavering, continues its rhythmic exploration of your mouth. Gripping your thighs, he forcefully spreads your legs, prompting a cough as he grunts at the tightness, his fingers tantalizingly close to your core. You hold onto his belt loops, immersed in the moment.

"So wet just for me, all for Daddy," he murmurs, his fingers exploring the depths between your thighs, causing your toes to curl. "I wish I could eat you out at the same time, baby," he groans. A whimper escapes as he inserts two fingers, your legs spreading wide in tandem with the rhythmic dance of his mouth and fingers, propelling you toward the precipice.

"So perfect for me. Down on your knees just for me, my cock in my princesses pretty little mouth." he declares, plunging his cock down your throat. Tears and saliva cascade into your hair as you whimper. He looks down at you with a mixture of adoration and sadism in his eyes. You can tell he’s still having a conflict, he wants to make love to you and make you feel like you’re in infinity but he also wants to ruin you.

Your chest heaves as he accelerates his fingers, his other hand anchoring you with pressure against your lower stomach. "Can you hear how wet you are for me?" he taunts, the audible squelch accompanying each swift movement. As the intensity heightens, a new dimension of pleasure unfolds, leaving you teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

Your eyes begin watering as his thrusts become more languid, his eyes widening in size as he moans your name, sounds of pleasure leaving his mouth as his grip tightens on the makeshift ponytail he’s bunched your hair into, roughly yanking it to bring you even closer. “My pretty baby.” He admires you as you continue to open wide for him, drool and spit staining your cheeks

“Swallow.” He manages to demand in his hazy state, his voice a complete contrast to his gentle tone a few seconds ago. His cum drips out, so much of it.

You oblige like the good girl that you are, making Jeno’s heart race as he caresses your embrace, cooing at how good you’ve been for him. The liquid burns down your throat as you slurp every last drop, it drops all over your face. Jeno bites his lip and moans at the sight. Your panting against his cock as you savour every last taste, his cum that leaves a mark as it drips on your flesh.

The next thing you know is that he’s on the floor, knelt down beside you as he presses kisses all over your face. He melts at how cute you look covered in his cum, your cheeks a subtle pink as your lips curve up in a giddy smile. “Am I forgiven?”

He sighs, pressing the softest of kisses all over your face. “You’ve already made it up for me, my love.” He smiles, the most precious look ever. You don’t have time to respond because he lifts you up and kisses you, slamming the back of your body against the cold tiles.

“I’m gonna fuck you against the wall.”

He acts swiftly, aching desire between you both palpable. Impatience skips over prolonged foreplay. His hands roughly envelop your boobs as he profoundly fucks into you, your walls sucking him in.

His hips maintain a rapid, fervent pace against yours, igniting a symphony of sensations. Your voice rises, a crescendo of his name escaping your lips, the echo lingering in the air, dancing with the possibility of reaching others' ears.

"Good girl," he breathes, a whisper of dominance laced with desire. "You want everyone to hear how much you love me?"

In the aftermath, a blissful numbness envelops your body—a harmonious blend of pleasure and surrender. The echoes of passion's orchestration linger, leaving you immersed in the aftermath.

He continues his rhythmic movements through his climax, your legs trembling around him, creating a delicate balance. A subtle exploration finds that sweet spot, adding a layer of intimacy to the shared experience.

Whispering softly, he notes, "You're still so tight for me," expressing a connection that transcends the physical. The declaration of a need to be close, to share in the culmination of shared desire, adds a tender note to the symphony of emotions.

""I love you," you whisper with genuine warmth, the words echoing the depth of your feelings. "I've never stopped loving you, and I never will. It's you—always has been and always will be. I want to grow old with you, experience everything with you. I love you."

"You're incredibly beautiful. You're so good to me. You're my entire world," Jeno expresses, his voice a tender melody that wraps around your heart.

"Y/N," he speaks softly after a moment of quiet, his voice carrying a vulnerable tone that unveils layers of emotion. His eyes search yours, seeking reassurance and a promise of permanence.

"You won't leave me again?" he questions, the weight of his vulnerability evident in every word.

"Never," you reassure, your fingers tenderly running through his hair. "I will love you until I stop breathing."

A gentle smile graces his lips, and he closes his eyes, immersing himself in the rhythmic beat of your heart against his chest. His fingers weave through your hair, creating a comforting melody, and his breath becomes a soothing lullaby that caresses the intimate space between you two.

In a moment that lingers with sincerity and depth, he opens his eyes, gazing into your soul. "I love your more," he confesses, the words carrying the weight of every emotion he's ever felt. His declaration is not just a statement; it's a promise, a pledge to navigate the journey of love with you, embracing the beauty of every shared heartbeat and whispered melody.

✧ ✧ ✧

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Beneath the celestial canvas of a perfect graduation day, the atmosphere buzzes with an electric mix of excitement and nerves. As you stand on the stage, a serene breeze gently rustles the diplomas in your hands, symbolising the journey of growth and resilience. Above, clouds drift in the blue sky like transient dreams.

You’re surrounded by the sea of your peers, each face reflects the shared triumphs and challenges of the academic voyage. The air is thick with your nerves but your newfound ability to navigate anxiety renders the experience more bearable. You’re doing better, emotionally and physically.

So many eyes are looking up your way but your attention is drawn, unwaveringly, to one face — your handsome boyfriend. Dressed in a graduation suit that complements the solemnity of the occasion, his recently dyed blonde hair adds a touch of vibrancy to the scene. He looks hot.

His gaze meets yours, and as if orchestrated by destiny, the world around you blurs, leaving only the two of you in sharp focus. The warmth of his mesmerising smile works like a balm, dissolving the remnants of nervousness that linger. In this shared moment, he blows a gentle kiss, a silent reassurance that transcends words.

He motions to his phone and you smile his way, breaking eye contact to take your own phone from your front pocket, his text messages leaving a mark on your heart.

As Professor Suh announces the imminent commencement of the valedictorian speech, you swiftly tuck your phone away. You draw in a deep breath. A fleeting but meaningful smile passes between you and Jeno, His eyes, a comforting anchor, capture your attention one last time.

You observe him lean back, sigh, and brace himself, a knowing expression gracing his face, he knows that you haven’t listened to him. A subtle smirk plays on your lips as you witness his friends, quick to tease him. With the echo of your smile lingering in the air, you step forward, propelled by a newfound confidence, falling into the depth of Jeno's eyes one last time before embracing the responsibility of delivering the valedictorian speech.

“Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed faculty, honored guests, and my extraordinary fellow graduates,

As we stand on the cusp of a momentous occasion, I want to extend my heartfelt congratulations to each and every one of you. Graduating and completing your honors is no small feat, and you should all be immensely proud of your hard work and dedication.

As I reflect on the journey that brought us to this significant moment, I want to share a story that began on my very first day at this university—a story that unfolded into a groundbreaking initiative. A project, focusing on Virtual Reality Therapy, emerged as a transformative endeavor, leveraging VR technology to construct therapeutic environments for those navigating stress, anxiety, or specific psychological conditions. The aim was audacious yet profound: to pioneer an approach that delves into the intricate realms of emotional, social, and cultural interactions within these virtual therapeutic spaces.

I must admit, the inception of this project was nerve-wracking. The unexpected assignment, the weight of its aspirations—I never envisioned being chosen for such an innovative venture. Yet, in the midst of uncertainty, I found myself humbled and honored to be part of this ambitious pursuit.

This project was not a solo endeavor; it was a collaborative journey, and I had the privilege of working alongside someone exceptional. Jeno, my partner in this endeavor, brought his engineering expertise to the table, playing a vital role in translating our vision into reality. Together, we navigated the challenges and triumphs of this innovative initiative.

As the project unfolded, it garnered recognition beyond our university's borders. It's not my intention to bore you with the details, for the university has rightfully celebrated its achievements. This initiative has earned global accolades, winning numerous awards and gaining recognition worldwide—an accomplishment that resonates not just within these academic halls but across the international stage.

Yet, if I may be candid, my personal connection with the project has evolved. While its success is undeniable, and its impact has reached far and wide, my focus has shifted beyond the accolades. It's a testament to the journey we've shared and the growth we've experienced together. Jeno and I, alongside all of you, have played our part in this remarkable chapter of our academic lives.

Now, as I shift the focus of our journey to a more personal realm, let me unveil why this project has become the most profound and romantic chapter of my academic venture. It’s a tale of love, of unexpected connections, and how, amidst the pixels and algorithms, I discovered something far more intricate—the story of how I met my boyfriend, Jeno.

Picture this: as we navigated the intricacies of the project, Jeno, my partner in this venture, revealed a side of himself that extended beyond the confines of his engineering expertise. He was, in essence, the orchestrator of a symphony of intelligence and charm, yet too nervous to stand before you today. His modesty led him to suggest that I take full credit for our shared efforts.

I couldn’t, in all honesty, adhere to his suggestion. You see, I find an unparalleled joy in showcasing him, in proudly proclaiming that he is not only the love of my life but also a brilliant mind beneath the carefully curated image he upholds. Jeno, despite his attempts to downplay it, exudes intelligence effortlessly, and it’s this subtle brilliance that makes him irresistibly attractive.

Sure, we’ve had our fair share of arguments, a clash of wills rooted in the image he feels compelled to uphold. But, oh, how we love. Love transcends the disagreements, and the project, beyond its academic significance, emerged as the catalyst that brought us together. It changed my life, and if you were to look into my eyes, you’d see the depth of my feelings—a love that transforms the way we gaze at each other.

Our eyes tell a story of admiration and attraction, a silent language that binds us with an invisible thread even when words remain unspoken. My eyes, always twinkling and smiling in the company of the love of my life, bear witness to undying feelings—a connection that surpasses the boundaries of time and space.

I share this not merely as a personal anecdote but as a testament to what truly matters. Love, in all its complexities and simplicity, matters more than the rigors of university assignments. University, at its core, is about forging connections and savoring the joy in every moment. It isn’t the end of the world, and even if we stumble, even if we fail, we will endure and live on.

As I reflect on our journey, I can honestly say I have no regrets. This year, I faced a tough challenge—severe anxiety. It affected everything—my studies, friendships, and especially my relationship with Jeno. But I want you to know, I overcame it. My message to all of you is that no matter what life throws your way, you have the strength to overcome it. I believe in you.

Life is unpredictable, but that's what makes it beautiful. Live your life fully, surround yourself with good friends and family. If things get tough, our pods, created by Jeno and me, is there for you.

And speaking of Jeno, the love of my life, this speech is for him. He's been my strength, and I dedicate these words to him. Thank you, and may your journeys ahead be filled with triumphs and love.

So, as we stand on the brink of a new chapter, let’s celebrate the love that intertwines our stories. For in this shared journey, we find the essence of what makes university life extraordinary—moments of connection, joy, and, above all, love.

Thank you, and cheers to the Class of 2023. May your journeys ahead be filled with triumphs and love.”

As the cheers, claps, and laughter of the audience envelop the room, your joy is palpable. Hats soar into the air, mirroring the elation etched across your face. Happiness radiates from you, a beacon in the sea of celebration. Amidst the sea of faces, you find yourself scanning for one person, and a momentary pang of disappointment strikes when his seat appears empty.

However, a sudden embrace from behind interrupts your search, and there's only one pair of arms that could make you feel this secure. Your boyfriend envelops you in a back hug, his whispered words in your ear a sweet symphony of pride and love. He praises your performance, telling you just how incredibly well you did. “I’m so proud of you, I love you.”

His arms, strong and muscular, create a haven around you. You melt into the embrace, feeling the warmth and security he provides. Leaning back into him, his words take a playful turn. His hot breath against your ear, he smirks and teases, “You think you're the only one who can embarrass people?”

Suddenly, his lips meet yours in a public display of affection on the elevated stage. The kiss is not just a peck; it's heated, passionate, and unapologetic. The world fades away as he doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping.

In the heat of the moment, the kiss is all-consuming, a full-on collision of passion. Your tongues engage in a fervent dance, an intimate tangle that heightens the intensity. Jeno's bites on your lips add a playful edge to the heated exchange, each nibble sending sparks through the connection.

As he breathes heavily against you, the air between you crackles with desire. The sensation of his arousal intensifies, palpable in the way he presses against you. His grip on your hair is tight, an assertion of desire that elicits a wince, a sweet blend of pleasure and a hint of pain.

Amid the fervor, your arm circles around his neck, drawing him closer. A smile that plays on your lips before you break away to catch your breath. “I’m not embarrassed. Why would I be? I love you, and I don't care who sees and knows."

His grin widens as he witnesses your transformation—a bolder, more unapologetic version of yourself. In this moment, you radiate confidence, embracing the essence of who you are without concern for others' opinions. His love for you deepens as he watches you stand tall, proud of the person you've become. In his eyes, your authenticity and resilience are truly something to be cherished.

The audience, initially cheering for your performance, now witnesses a different kind of spectacle—one fueled by love, playfulness, and an unapologetic embrace of affection. It's a scene etched in the memories of those present, a testament to the unabashed love between you and your boyfriend.

As you both watch each other with affectionate smiles, Jeno can't help but speak up, his tone filled with playful disbelief. "Really? You're not embarrassed? What happened to that line you were gonna—" He pauses, groaning and widening his eyes as you tap on the microphone, shamelessly grabbing the audience's attention once again.

“Y/N. No. I was just joking. Oh God.”

A moment of silence descends like a dropped pin could be heard. "I have something to add," you say, holding Jeno's hand and locking eyes with him. "I don't believe in God, but God made you for me. I love you, Lee Jeno."

Jeno groans as people whistle but as he looks in your eyes, he has to admit that he’s quite fond of this moment. He shakes his head, coming up behind you once more. "I love you more," he counters with a teasing smile.

"Really, God made me for you? That's a good one," he remarks, his tone light but with a subtle darkness in his eyes.

You respond with a sweet smile, "Never in my life did I think I'd experience a love story like this."

Your gaze is light and affectionate, but Jeno's eyes darken as he playfully accuses, "My blasphemous girl."

The atmosphere is meant to be romantic, he’s kissing you so softly and cooing into your ear as you melt into his back, his strong arms caging you in. The crowd erupts in cheers, and you force a smile, concealing the internal struggle between desire and the need to maintain composure.

Your sharp warning cuts through the air, adding a tense edge. "It's supposed to be a romantic moment; I will cut your fucking dick off," you declare, your tone carrying a mix of threat and irritation.

"Don't talk to me like that when you're the one rubbing against me like a bitch in heat." He grits through his teeth, somehow managing to conceal himself when he lands a slap on your ass, warning you to behave.

"This is a cute moment. My parents are here, and so are yours. Your mom is crying," he whispers in your ear, prompting a wave and a few tears as you look her way but she’s not even paying attention to you, you roll your eyes as Jeno blows her a kiss.

However, he quickly shifts the tone, calling out your arousal. "And you're horny?" he remarks, a mix of amusement and admonishment. "You better stop, or the entire audience will hear you scream my name," he warns, heightening the suspense.

"And you're not wearing underwear? You needy slut.” Jeno teases with a playful smirk evident in his voice.

Your response, delivered with a pout, adds a touch of endearing innocence to the playful exchange. “You literally took it off in the car.” You protest, the pout reflecting a mix of innocence and mild reproach.

Jeno's counter, delivered with a chuckle. "Yeah, because you made me park halfway here because you wanted to ride my cock.”

“What was I supposed to do? You was so cute in the car, telling me that I’m your other half, that you see yourself marrying me and growing old with me, did you or did you not deserve to get your cock sucked in that moment?”

He gives you a knowing smirk. “I did.”

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