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ASTROAD MASTERLIST

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YOON JONGWOO

COMING SOON

JAY CHANG

JUST THIS ONCE

OH SEONGMIN

COMING SOON

YEOM TAEGYUN

COMING SOON

LEE YEDAM

COMING SOON

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JUST THIS ONCE | JAY CHANG

PAIRING: Jay Chang x (fem) reader

GENRE: fluff

WC:713

NOTES: childhood best friends, Jay and YN being all fluffy and finally confessing, ..i think that's it, enjoy !

The rain was gentle, tapping against the tall windows like a soft and easygoing lullaby. Bringing you comfort in the present situation.

You sat in his living room, his hoodie loose on you, listening to the pitter patter against the glass. His scent lingered on the fabric, like walking through a field of flowers on a day with gentle wind. It was both comfort and torture.

Jay stood at the kitchen counter, pouring tea into your respected mugs because of course you have an assigned mug at his place. His back was to you but you could tell by the way his shoulders shifted that he nervous. He wanted to speak up and say something but he couldn’t. Similar to you.

“Is green tea alright?” he asks over his shoulder. The soft light casting on him making him look angelic.

You nod knowing very well he couldn’t see you, “Yeah, perfect.”

He turns then, eyes meeting yours like he’d been waiting for permission, maybe he had.

He walks over, setting your mug down on the coffee table in front of you before sinking into the seat next to you. For a moment, it was silent, except for the soft crackle of the fireplace in front of you.

“So…” he starts, voice low and unsure, “Are we gonna talk about it?” his head was down like he was flustered.

You didn’t need to ask. You knew was it meant. The almost-kisses, the midnight phone calls, the looks that lingered longer than they should have. The way your heart has started beating differently every time he said your name. The actions that snowballed into this exact situation. Why you were sat in Jay’s apartment after ignoring him all day at the party because another girl touched his arm, and he didn’t move away.

Wrapping your fingers around the warm mug you reply, “Do we have to?”

He lets out a soft laugh, but there was a bit of uncertainty tucked into it, “No. But I want to,” he softly speaks.

You looked at him then, really looked. The man who had been your friend since forever. The one who sat next to you at 3 in the morning watching meteor showers during your astronomy phase. The person who knew all your favorite song, your fears, your dreams. Somewhere along the way, he’d become so much more to you.

“Okay,” you whispered, giving in.

He scoots closer to you, “Tell me the truth. When I touch you…like this,” he reaches out, fingers brushing against yours, “…do you feel it too?” his hand rested above yours.

Your breath hitched, “I do,” you say, voice low.

“Okay. And when I look at you like this,” his eyes locked with yours for a moment before they fell to your nose, then lips, and back up to your eyes, “What do you feel?”

You knew what you felt. Like the world stopped just for you two. Like the sun rose in the morning for the sole purpose of your existence.

“Everything,” you respond and he exhales shakily.

His hand turns yours and your fingers tangled, “I’ve been falling for you, you know. Since we were 8 and you pulled the girls pigtails because she said I was being mean,” he smiles recalling the memory.

“She deserved that! She took your toy monkey and all you did was get it back!” you defend and he laughs.

Your heart thudded like a drum, loud enough that he might’ve heard it, and you’re brought back to reality. To this conversation.

“I didn’t want to ruin us,” you admit, “I thought…if I stayed quiet, maybe it would hurt less,”

“Did it?” he asks, staring into your eyes.

Shaking you heard you answer, “No. It just made the silence louder,”

He moved slowly, scooting even closer now so that your thighs were touching, his hand grabbing your jaw gently.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks breathless.

You nodded, “Just this once-” his lips met yours like a promise. Slow, aching, full of everything you both had been silently holding back.

And when he finally pulled back, foreheads pressed together, he whispers through a smile, “Let’s make it more than once?”