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To Jay, With Love...

Pairing: Park Jay (ENHYPEN) x Han Y/N (OC/Fan) Genre: Idol x Fan, Slow Burn, Emotional, Romance, Possible smut?? Warning: None Word Count: 10k+

Han Y/N, who has supported Jay since I-LAND. For the first time in her fangirl life, she goes to watch ENHYPEN on stage at Coachella. Things are going well for her, the admiration she has for Jay has been going strong. But with the letter in her hand, handed over to the staff to be given to Jay, she piqued his interest. But before Jay could even get the chance to see her, she was gone, leaving Jay with curiosity and wonder if she'll ever send him a letter again or if he'll see her ever.. But how will he know if it's you? You only left your initials on the letter.. "H.G", no picture, no full name, no insta usernames like the others…

The sun blazed over the golden desert horizon, casting a warm glow over the pulsating heart of Coachella. Music echoed across the festival grounds, each beat thudding in sync with the excited hearts of thousands of fans from around the globe.

Y/N had never imagined herself standing here—sand crunching under her shoes, her hands trembling as she clutched the lightstick tightly, eyes locked onto the stage that was about to light up. Her heart wasn’t just racing from excitement. It was something more—something she had carried inside her since 2020.

Jay.

Park Jongseong. The boy who smiled through hardships on I-LAND, who danced like the stage was his home, and who spoke with a sincerity that reached through the screen. Y/N had watched him grow, fall, rise, and shine. And now… he was right there. Just minutes away.

"Y/N! It’s starting!" her friend Jiyeon nudged her, barely audible over the roar of the crowd.

Y/N nodded, her eyes wide and shimmering, her other hand reaching into her small crossbody bag where a folded letter rested. She had spent days writing it—pouring her admiration and silent affection into words she never imagined he’d read. It wasn’t romantic, not really… or maybe it was. But it was honest. Raw.

The stage went dark. The crowd screamed. Then—

BOOM!

Lights erupted, the first beats of ENHYPEN’s opening song thundering across the festival. Y/N screamed along with the others, her eyes finding Jay instantly. He was glowing. Not just because of the spotlights or the glitter on his cheekbones—but because he was him. Her Jay. Her inspiration.

The way he moved, smiled, interacted with the others—it was everything she dreamed of and more. And yet, a bittersweet feeling coiled in her chest.

This was the closest she’d ever been… and yet she was still just one face in the crowd.

Later that evening...

Y/N, with a cap adn a mask to cover her face, handed the envelope to the staff just as the final fireworks exploded above. Her heart pounded with a mix of fear and hope.

“Excuse me? Will… will you give this to one of them? Uhm... To Jay?” she asked, eyes pleading.

The staff nodded with a smile. “We’ll do our best.”

She whispered a soft “thank you,” then turned and disappeared into the sea of fans heading toward the exits. Her flight back to Seoul was in ten hours... She left with the hopes that it'll reach Jay..

Backstage, the adrenaline of the performance still evident,

Jay wiped sweat from his brow as he downed a water bottle. The adrenaline was still coursing through him, the cheers of the crowd echoing in his mind.

“That was insane,” Jake said, breathless, throwing an arm over Sunghoon’s shoulders.

Heeseung nodded. “I think that’s the loudest I’ve ever heard an international crowd.”

Jay smiled, proud. But as the others laughed and chatted, he found himself drifting to the side, alone for a moment. His gaze flicked toward the direction of the crowd, something tugging at him. Like he’d missed something important.

A staff member approached with a small envelope in hand.

“Jay, a fan gave this to us. We checked it a bit, no photo or contact info… just said it was for you.”

Jay raised an eyebrow. “No name?”

The staff shrugged. “Only initials. ‘H.G.’”

Jay took the letter slowly, staring at the handwriting on the front. Neat, feminine… careful. For some reason, his heartbeat quickened. Something about it felt personal.

He opened the letter carefully, unfolding the cream paper that still smelled faintly of lavender. His eyes scanned the opening lines, and before he could stop it, the world around him faded out.

Dear Jay,

You don’t know me. And maybe you never will. But I’ve known you since the day you stood on that I-LAND stage with uncertainty in your eyes and fire in your heart. I watched you fight, fall, get back up again, and become someone who shines so brightly that even through my screen, I felt it.

You’ve inspired me in ways I can’t explain. In dark days, your voice was my light. In moments when I doubted myself, your words reminded me I was enough. You don’t know me, Jay—but you’ve saved me in ways you’ll never know.

I don't want anything from you. I just wanted to say thank you.

— Yours, always cheering from afar, H.G.

Jay blinked, swallowing hard. He read it again. And again.

Something about this letter felt different from the dozens of fan letters he’d read before. It wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t a confession or filled with requests for attention. It was quiet. Honest. Sincere.

He flipped it over—no contact. No social media handle. No picture. Just those two letters: H.G.

“Who are you…?” he whispered.

After Coachella, the soft hum of the hotel’s air conditioning was barely enough to fill the silence that had taken over the ENHYPEN suite. The festival buzz still lingered in their limbs—sore muscles from hours of performance, minds hazy with adrenaline and lingering awe. But for Jay, the whirlwind hadn’t stopped. Not even close.

He sat on the edge of his hotel bed, the letter unfolded in his hands again. The others had retreated to the common area after dinner, sprawled across the couch, mindlessly watching Netflix or scrolling through their phones.

Jay, however, had read the letter six times already.

Seven, now.

It wasn’t just the words that lingered—it was the feeling. A strange comfort. A familiarity that didn’t make sense. Whoever H.G. was, she had seen a version of him that even he had hidden away sometimes.

He traced the edge of the paper with his thumb.

Still no picture. Still no name. Still… just H.G.

His brows furrowed, lost in thought, when a soft knock on the doorframe startled him.

Jake leaned against it, a towel draped over his shoulder, hair still wet from a post-show shower. “You okay, man? You’ve been staring at that thing like it holds the secrets of the universe.”

Jay looked up, blinking. “Yeah, sorry. Just… thinking.”

Jake stepped into the room, peeking at the paper. “Still that letter?”

Jay nodded.

Jake tilted his head. “You wanna talk about it?”

Jay hesitated, then patted the space beside him. Jake didn’t need further invitation and dropped down beside him, resting his elbows on his knees. Jay passed the letter over.

Jake read it slowly, the way Jay had. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds after finishing, but his face shifted—something soft and thoughtful blooming across his features.

“This is… wow. She really poured her heart into this.”

Jay nodded silently.

“You said there’s no contact info?”

“None. Just her initials. H.G.”

Jake leaned back, lips pursed. “It’s kind of romantic, actually. Mysterious fan girl leaves a heartfelt letter, disappears into the night…”

Jay chuckled dryly. “It’s driving me crazy.”

Jake smiled. “I get it. Feels like she actually knows you, huh? Like the real you.”

Jay nodded again. “I’ve read thousands of letters over the years. They’re always sweet, supportive. But this one… it’s different. It’s not about ENHYPEN. It’s not about the fame or our success. It’s just… me.”

Jake leaned forward, thoughtful. “What if she doesn’t want to be found?”

Jay stared at the floor. That had crossed his mind more than once.

“But what if she does?” he murmured.

Sunghoon was the first to notice the two returning.

Jay held the letter again, now carefully folded, and Jake had that look on his face that said he knows something now.

“Alright, spill,” Sunghoon said, sitting up. “What’s the deal with the letter?”

The others turned their attention toward them. Heeseung muted the TV. Jungwon raised an eyebrow, and Ni-ki tilted his head curiously.

Jay sighed and flopped into the armchair, resting the letter on the table in front of him like it was a sacred artifact.

“I think I’m obsessed with someone I’ve never met.”

The room fell silent for a beat.

Then Sunoo laughed. “Okay, dramatic much?”

“No, seriously,” Jay said, rubbing the back of his neck. “This letter—it’s from a fan. She didn’t sign her name, didn’t leave a handle. Just her initials: H.G.”

Heeseung sat up, intrigued. “So what’s in it?”

Jay passed it around. One by one, the members read it quietly, and the mood in the room shifted again. What started as light teasing melted into genuine interest.

“That’s… really well-written,” Sunghoon said quietly.

“It feels personal,” Jungwon added. “Like she knows you. Not the idol you. Just… you.”

“Exactly,” Jay said, voice soft. “And I don’t know why, but I can’t stop thinking about her. Like—who she is, what she looks like, if she’s okay…”

Sunoo tapped his chin. “Do you think she’s a long-time fan?”

“From what she wrote? Yeah,” Jay nodded. “She mentioned I-LAND. And she described things that only someone who’s followed me for a while would know.”

Ni-ki, the youngest, looked thoughtful. “Why didn’t she leave anything? Fans usually want us to notice them.”

“Maybe she didn’t want anything,” Jake offered. “Maybe that was her way of saying goodbye.”

Jay’s jaw tightened slightly. The idea unsettled him.

“But what if it wasn’t?” he argued. “What if she was just scared? Or shy? Or thought she wasn’t worthy of being known?”

“Or,” Heeseung said gently, “she wanted to leave a part of herself without expecting anything back. That kind of vulnerability is rare.”

Jay sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to let it go.”

Sunghoon leaned forward, tapping the table. “So… what are you gonna do? Post a story? Ask fans to come forward?”

Jay shook his head. “No. That’s the thing. If I do that, I might scare her off. If she didn’t want to be known publicly, the worst thing I could do is call attention to it.”

“So what?” Jungwon asked. “You’re just going to wait?”

Jay nodded slowly. “Yeah. Maybe I’ll mention it subtly in interviews. Or lives. Nothing obvious. Just… enough that if she’s out there and she hears it, she’ll know I’m talking to her.”

The room went quiet again, but this time it was a quiet understanding.

“Okay,” Sunoo said, nodding. “We’ll help.”

Jay looked up.

“If you ever mention her, we’ve got your back,” Sunghoon added with a grin.

Jake bumped shoulders with him. “Operation Find H.G.”

Jay laughed softly, touched by their support. “Thanks, guys. I know it sounds silly, but…”

“It doesn’t,” Heeseung interrupted. “It doesn’t sound silly at all.”

Jungwon smiled. “You never know, hyung. Maybe she’s watching.”

Jay stared at the letter one more time before folding it neatly and slipping it into his journal.

I hope so, he thought.

A week later..

Y/N sat in her room, scrolling through Twitter when a clip from a recent ENHYPEN interview popped up on her feed. It wasn’t live—it had been pre-recorded shortly after Coachella—but it had just aired.

The boys were talking about their Coachella experience.

“What was the most memorable moment?” the interviewer asked.

Sunghoon said something about the crowd.

Jungwon mentioned the heat.

Then the camera cut to Jay.

“There was… a moment I’ll never forget,” he said, and Y/N froze.

He smiled softly, almost wistfully. “Someone left me a letter. No name, no picture. Just initials.. H.G. It was the most beautiful letter I’ve ever received. I just… I hope she’s doing okay. And I hope she knows I read it. More than once.”

Y/N’s heart stopped.

Her breath caught in her throat.

That was her letter.

The one she thought he’d never see.

The one she thought would fade into the crowd like she did.

And he… remembered.

ENGENE Twitter - Worldwide Trends JayAndH.G 🔥 “I hope she’s doing okay.” Mystery Letter Girl Jay’s Soft Side 🥺 Who is H.G.? Is this a fanfic or real life??

The interview had only been out for three hours, but the ENGENE fandom was already spiraling.

Clips of Jay’s statement had been clipped, subtitled, analyzed, slowed down, looped with soft background music, and edited with fanart popping up from left to right. The moment he mentioned a mysterious letter with “no name, no picture, just initials—H.G.”, chaos ensued.

@jjaylvr: wait a damn MINUTE. who is she??? @enhypenjayfangirl: the way his voice got soft… I’m gonna cry 😭 @hgstandacc: I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE, I’M H.G. @enhacollective: i just know jay’s been rereading that letter every night and sighing at his window like a kdrama lead @soulmate4jay: imagine writing ONE LETTER and he can’t stop thinking about you. h.g., bestie. reveal yourself. @enhypenthoughts: watch this turn into a real-life love story. we are LIVING through a fanfic.

Speculation ran wild. Some fans started detective threads trying to figure out who H.G. could be. Theories ranged from backstage staff to fansites to a fan with a secret Instagram.

But the only real clue was… her initials.

Just H.G.

Back at her apartment, Y/N stared at the screen, her chest a mess of chaos.

Her letter. Her words. A private, trembling part of her soul that she had poured onto paper—never expecting to be heard—had somehow reached him.

Not only did Jay read it.

He remembered it.

Talked about it.

Looked into the camera like maybe, just maybe, he was talking directly to her.

Her fingers hovered above her keyboard, unsure of what to do. Every part of her wanted to scream, “It’s me! I’m H.G.!” But fear… fear clenched its hands around her heart.

What if people hated her for it?

What if he didn’t like what he saw if they ever met?

What if she’d ruined the magic by being too… ordinary?

She sighed and pulled her blanket over her head.

Her phone vibrated with a message.

Jiyeon [Staff Noona 💼💛] “Hey, did you see the interview? 👀”

Y/N blinked. She hadn’t told Jiyeon she was the one who left the letter.

She typed back carefully.

Y/N: “Yeah… it was sweet.” “Do you think it’s real?”

Jiyeon replied instantly.

Jiyeon: “Very real. He asked the staff if anyone remembered who gave him the letter. You made an impression, H.G.” 👀👀👀

Y/N’s heart jumped into her throat.

Y/N: “…How do you know it was me?”

Jiyeon: “Come on, Y/N. You handed it to one of our staff members with your hands shaking like a leaf. And you left right after the show ended.That wasn’t just nerves. That was a goodbye.”

Y/N: “I didn’t think he’d actually… read it.”

Jiyeon: “He did. And he’s been thinking about it. About you.”

Meanwhile, at the dorms, the

members were all gathered in the living room again, scrolling through their phones while Jay quietly stared out the window, headphones in.

Heeseung laughed, reading a tweet aloud.

“‘Jay is probably sitting on his balcony right now writing poetry about H.G.’ Honestly, are they wrong?”

Jake snorted. “They’re really turning this into a full-on rom-com.”

Sunoo waved his phone dramatically. ��I’m telling you, if she ever shows up, I’m going to sob. Like, full-on ugly cry.”

Jungwon added thoughtfully, “She probably saw it by now. The interview. If she’s really been a fan since I-LAND… she definitely saw it.”

Jay turned slightly, pulling his headphones off. “I hope so.”

Sunghoon looked at him. “You still thinking about her?”

Jay nodded slowly. “I can’t explain it. I just… I don’t want it to end like this. A mystery.”

Ni-ki asked quietly, “What would you say to her? If she was right in front of you?”

Jay was quiet for a long moment.

Then he exhaled and said, “I’d tell her thank you. For seeing me. For writing something so raw and honest. I’d tell her I wish she stayed. Because I would’ve wanted to know her.”

Sunoo clutched a pillow dramatically. “That’s it. I’m shipping it.”

Jake grinned. “You hear that, H.G.? If you’re out there, he wants to know you.”

Later that night...

It was unannounced. Lowkey. Just a chill live at 1:12 AM Korean time. No special lighting, no filters—just Jay in a hoodie, sitting on his bed, a mug of tea in his hand.

Fans trickled in fast.

“JAY LIVE OMGGG” “he looks so cozy 🥺” “talk to us about h.g. 😭”

He chuckled at the flood of comments, eyes scanning them quietly.

“I wasn’t planning to go live,” he said, voice soft. “But I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been thinking a lot lately.”

A pause.

“About Coachella.”

The chat exploded.

Jay smiled faintly, as if he could hear the squeals through the screen.

“I wasn’t expecting to find anything like that. You guys always give us letters and gifts, and we appreciate them more than you know. But this one…” His eyes dropped. “It stayed with me.”

He looked up again, gaze steady but warm.

“She didn’t leave her name. No socials. Just her initials—H.G. And somehow, those two letters have been living in my head since that night.”

His voice grew quieter.

“I don’t know if you’ll ever hear this. Or if you’re even watching. But if you are… I meant what I said in the interview.”

“I hope you’re okay.”

He gave the camera a small smile, soft and sincere.

“And… I hope someday you’ll let me know who you are.”

The screen filled with hearts, fans flooding the chat.

“crying rn.” “this is like a K-drama i swear” “H.G. reveal urself we won’t bite 😭” “imagine being H.G. right now???”

But one viewer didn’t comment.

One viewer just watched silently, her fingers frozen over the keyboard.

Heart pounding.

Tears in her eyes.

Because he was talking to her.

She didn't what's gotten into her that she attended the fanmeet... This venue was buzzing with curious fans..

Lightsticks glowed in soft blue hues, voices echoed with excitement, and the energy was electric. For many ENGENEs, this was the first in-person fanmeet since Coachella—and after that viral interview moment where Jay had mentioned the mysterious H.G., curiosity was at an all-time high.

Fans came in cosplay. Some wore “H.G. WHERE YOU AT?” shirts. Others carried signs like:

“Jay, I’m not H.G., but I can be your P.G. (Pretty Girlfriend)” “Dear H.G., pls reveal urself. We need closure 😭”

Backstage, the boys were doing final checks. Jungwon adjusted his mic, while Jake tried not to laugh at the fansigns he could see from the slit in the curtain.

“Someone literally brought a banner that says ‘Jay + H.G. = Endgame’,” Jake smirked.

Sunghoon snorted. “You started a fanfic, bro, and now they’re writing it for you.”

Jay rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips. “I didn’t do anything. I just answered honestly.”

“You didn’t do anything,” Sunoo teased. “But you felt something. Admit it.”

“Yeah,” Heeseung chimed in, mock-serious. “You’ve got H.G. Brain Syndrome. Highly contagious. Symptoms include staring out windows and talking to the moon.”

Ni-ki poked his head into the circle. “You think she’s here?”

The room went quiet.

Jay blinked. “Why would she be?”

“Because if I were her,” Ni-ki shrugged, “I’d come. Just to see how much you’ve been thinking about me.”

Jay chuckled nervously, tugging on his hoodie strings. “That’s assuming she wants to be found.”

The boys came on stage, greeted by a wave of cheers that shook the walls. They did a performance medley, played games, and answered questions from a huge clear box filled with folded papers submitted by fans earlier.

Jungwon reached in first. “Okay, next question… ‘If you could switch lives with another member for a day, who would it be and why?’”

The usual laughter followed.

Then Sunghoon picked one. “This one says, ‘To Jay-oppa: If H.G. walked into the room right now, what would you do?’”

The crowd screamed.

Jay rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly. “Uh… I’d probably freeze. Then hope I don’t mess up whatever I say next.”

“THAT’S your plan?” Jake laughed. “Bro, she poured her soul into a letter and you’re gonna ‘freeze’?”

Jay shrugged. “You try being articulate when someone makes your heart do backflips.”

Y/N sat in row 3, section B. Her heart hadn’t slowed down since she walked in. She wore a hat and glasses—nothing suspicious, just enough to blend in. The idea of meeting Jay face-to-face had her stomach in knots.

You’re not doing anything wrong, she reminded herself. You’re just another fan.

But she knew it wasn’t true. Not really.

Not after that letter.

And especially not after what he said about it.

When her number was called for the 1-on-1 segment, her hands trembled. She had spoken with idols before, at past fanmeets, but this was… different. This wasn’t any idol.

This was him.

Heeseung was first.

“Hi!” he smiled warmly. “You look a little nervous.”

“I—I’m okay,” she said, voice barely above a whisper.

“You from Korea?”

“I live here now. But I’m not originally from here.”

“Ooh, cool. That’s like, H.G.-vibes.”

Y/N froze. “Huh?”

“Oh,” he laughed, “Don’t mind me. We’ve all got H.G. on the brain lately. Jay’s turning into a whole poet.”

He winked and handed her a signed card. “Nice meeting you.”

She moved on.

Jake was next.

He leaned in. “Have we met before?”

Y/N blinked. “I don’t think so.”

“Huh. You seem… familiar.”

She gave a nervous smile. “I get that a lot.”

Jake studied her eyes, then grinned. “Well, thanks for coming. You’ve got this quiet energy about you. Mysterious. Jay would love that.”

Stop mentioning him, she wanted to say, heart racing.

But it was too late. The next table was— Jay...

Jay’s line had been steadily busy. Most fans brought up H.G.—the mysterious fan who wrote to him after Coachella. He’d heard variations of the same question at least fifty times by now.

“Oppa, who is H.G.?”

“Have you found her?”

“What if she’s here today?”

Jay kept smiling through them all, teasing his fans back, replying with, “Maybe I’ll just know when I see her.” But so far… he hadn’t.

That was until she appeared again.

The girl from earlier. The one with soft eyes and trembling fingers. The one who gave the name Y/N.

She stepped forward now with a tentative smile, holding her album close to her chest like a secret. She was a little more relaxed this time, but still had that hesitant energy—like someone who wasn’t used to being noticed.

Jay straightened up slightly, something shifting in his expression the second their eyes met again.

“You came back.” Jay said, Y/N laughed nervously as she didn't expect Jay to remember her from last time's fanmeeting.

“I didn’t want to leave without hearing you say something cheesy directly.”

“Oh, I have plenty of cheesy lines. But only for special fans.” Jay said while grinning widely.

He signed the page in her album with practiced ease, but his eyes flicked up often, watching her. Reading her.

“Special, huh? How does one qualify for that?” Y/N asked curiously.

“Well, writing a mysterious letter and disappearing like a K-drama heroine usually does it.” Her breath hitched—but only for a fraction of a second.

“Sounds like this H.G. person made quite the impression.” Y/N answered, but chills are running down her veins.

“She did. Still thinking about her, actually.”

Y/N nodded slowly, gaze lowering.

Jay tilted his head, pushing the moment just a little further. “If you were H.G., what would you want me to know?”

She bit her lip. Her hand, now resting near the signed album, clenched slightly.

Then she looked up and said, with a small, almost wistful smile, “I don’t know… maybe she doesn’t want you to find her. Maybe she just wants to keep admiring you from afar… where it’s safe.”

Jay froze—not outwardly, not in an obvious way—but something behind his eyes shifted. His pen paused mid-flourish. “…That’s very specific.” Jay quietly said.

“Huh?”

“That sounded a little too personal. Are you H.G.?” Jay teased.

Y/N’s eyes widened, cheeks flushing instantly. “N-No! I—I mean, I’m just… making a guess. That’s how I’d feel if I were her. But I’m not. Totally not.”

Jay laughed softly, shaking his head with playful disbelief. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you off the hook—for now.”

He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice just enough to make it feel like a secret between them.

“But if you were her… I hope you know she doesn’t have to stay hidden.”

Y/N stared at him for a second, lips parted, heart thudding so hard she could hear it in her ears. “Maybe she’s just scared that if she shows up… it’ll all change.”

That silenced him.

Not because he didn’t know what to say—but because it hit something inside him. Something real. Something raw.

For the first time in a long time, Jay wasn’t Park Jay from ENHYPEN. He wasn’t the idol or the performer or the face in someone’s wallpaper. He was just a boy at a table, talking to someone who seemed to see him.

He looked at her again—closer now. There was that tug. The feeling in his chest he felt at Coachella, standing under the golden lights holding a letter with no name.

“Change isn’t always bad, you know.” Y/N opened her mouth, but a staff member gently tapped her shoulder. Time was up.

She gave a small bow and a soft smile, clutching her signed album to her chest.

As she turned to leave, Jay couldn’t help it.

He called out softly—just for her:

“Y/N…” She turned around.

“If you ever decide to stop admiring from afar… I’ll be here.”

Y/N’s throat closed up.

She managed a small nod and whispered, “Okay.”

And then she was gone again.

Jay signed a few more albums, nodded to more fans—but his mind wasn’t in it anymore.

Not fully.

That girl. That Y/N.

She had said something only someone who knew could have said.

She said it in a way that didn’t sound like theory. It sounded like truth.

He tapped his pen against the table, eyes trailing to where she had walked away.

“...You are her. Aren’t you?” Jay said to himself.

The night after the fanmeet, the ENHYPEN dorms were unusually quiet. While the other members chatted or watched TV, Jay sat on the edge of his hotel bed, staring at his iPad, his thoughts a tangled mess of curiosity and certainty. The signed albums stacked neatly on the desk reminded him of the blur of faces he’d seen that day—smiles, nervous giggles, and declarations of love—but only one lingered in his mind.

Y/N.

Or maybe... H.G.

That line she said, still echoed in his head like a whisper he couldn’t forget: “Maybe she just wants to keep admiring you from afar… where it’s safe.” It didn’t sound like a generic comment. It felt personal. Intentional. Like something straight out of the letter he’d read so many times he’d practically memorized it.

Jay hesitated before opening a folder the staff had shared with them for feedback and post-event connection—"Fanmeet 2025 - Individual Interactions." He never really opened these. It felt like crossing a line. But this time, he had a reason. His heart beat faster as he scrolled to the mid-afternoon entries. Her face flashed in his mind again—quiet, nervous, but with a smile that softened him in a way nothing else had recently.

Then he saw it. Fan #184 – Han Y/N. No social media handle, no personal notes—just a line in the comment section: “Very soft-spoken. Came twice. Seemed familiar?” His breath caught in his throat as he tapped the accompanying image. It was slightly grainy, just a quick capture by the staff photographer, but it was her.

The next morning, Jay was uncharacteristically quiet during breakfast. He pushed a croissant around his plate, lost in thought, barely noticing the teasing looks the other members were throwing his way. Heeseung, ever the observant one, tilted his head. “You didn’t sleep again?” he asked. Jay just shrugged. Jake caught on instantly, smirking. “Still on that H.G. quest?” Sunghoon’s eyes widened dramatically. “Wait, did Jay actually like someone?” The others burst into laughter, and Sunoo added with a grin, “Are we finally getting to witness Jay’s soft-boy era?”

Jay tried to shut them down with a glare, but the blush on his cheeks betrayed him. Jungwon leaned forward, more curious than teasing now. “She really got to you, huh?” Jay didn’t answer, but the silence said more than words.

Later that day, he sat with Jake and Sunoo in the lounge, all of them mindlessly scrolling through their phones. Trying to sound casual, Jay asked, “You think fans might’ve posted videos of the fanmeet?” Sunoo gave him a look. “Uh, yeah. Thousands.” Jay tried to clarify, “Like... from our table. Up close?”

Jake narrowed his eyes. “Wait. You’re actually trying to find her, aren’t you?”

Jay didn’t reply. He just opened Twitter and searched a string of hashtags: #ENHYPENFanmeet #ENHYPENJayFanmeet #JayHGFan. It didn’t take long—fan-edited clips flooded the screen. He scrolled through them until one caught his eye: “Jay smiling at a fan like he just found his muse 😭❤️.”

His heart stopped. It was her.

In the clip, Y/N looked nervous, clutching her album. She said something, and the way his own expression softened on camera made his stomach twist. He hadn’t realized how obvious he looked. Jake leaned over and let out a low whistle. “Dude… you definitely looked like you were flirting.” Sunoo chimed in without missing a beat, “Or imprinting.”

But it was the fan comments that shook him.

“Wait. Did anyone else notice Jay kept staring at that one fan??” “He definitely reacted to something she said. Who IS she??” “WHAT IF SHE’S H.G.????”

The buzz picked up fast. Jay knew fans were perceptive—but the speed at which they started connecting the dots surprised even him. It was both overwhelming and thrilling.

That night, after everyone had gone to bed, Jay made a subtle post on Weverse. Not enough to reveal anything—but just enough.

[JAY] Sometimes we think hiding is safer. But maybe… being found wouldn’t be so bad. #JustAThought

The fandom lost it.

“OH MY GOD IS THIS ABOUT H.G.???” “Jay if you’re reading this blink twice if Y/N = H.G.” “Somebody find this girl. I can’t sleep until they reunite.”

Days passed, and the search only intensified. Then, ENHYPEN dropped a new Behind-the-Scenes video from the fanmeet. It showed them getting ready backstage, signing albums, and laughing amongst themselves. At one point, the camera caught Jay reading a pile of fan notes. Ni-ki passed by and teasingly said, “Jay-hyung, still waiting for H.G.?” Jay, caught off guard, smiled and muttered, “Maybe she already came.”

The editors left the moment in—subtitled in bold yellow. Clear as day.

It sent fans into another frenzy.

“HE SAID IT. HE THINKS SHE CAME. THIS IS REAL.” “Imagine being her and watching this rn 😭😭😭” “This is like a fanfic unfolding in real life.”

Jay sat in bed that night, staring at the ceiling. He’d dropped enough clues now. Left breadcrumbs on Weverse, slipped lines into interviews, and even let his guard down in front of the camera. He wasn’t usually one to chase—he liked staying composed, mysterious.

But with her?

He didn’t mind being vulnerable.

Because the truth was simple: she had seen him long before the spotlight did. Back when he was just a hopeful trainee on I-LAND. Her words still lived in his head, still gave him comfort on the hard days. He had to find her—not because it was romantic, not because it was a game. But because she had always seen the version of himself he feared no one would.

And for once, he was ready to be seen.

The Coachella buzz may have passed, but a new mystery had taken over the fandom: Who is H.G.?

A few weeks after the fanmeet, ENHYPEN sat down for a special interview segment with a well-known music magazine in Seoul. The theme was "From Coachella to Comeback: ENHYPEN Unfiltered," and fans were already bracing themselves for behind-the-scenes stories. Little did they know, they'd also be getting subtle invitations—and a very specific message.

The interview began lighthearted, as always. The group sat casually in a semi-circle—Jay with his legs crossed and fingers interlaced, Jake lounging beside Heeseung, and Sunoo perched with a mischievous grin, clearly waiting to stir chaos.

“So,” the host smiled, “Coachella was a huge deal. You guys had fans flying in from all over the world. Was there anything—or anyone—that stood out to you?”

The boys shared knowing looks. Jungwon chuckled first.

“Oh, there were so many memorable moments,” he said carefully. “Like fans holding up banners in the middle of the crowd even when it was super hot.”

“Or that one fan who gave Sunghoon a stuffed penguin wearing sunglasses,” Sunoo chimed in. The group laughed.

Then Heeseung, ever the subtle one, added, “And of course… Jay had a moment too.”

Jay glanced sideways. “What moment?”

Heeseung smirked. “You know which one.”

Jake leaned forward. “There’s been a lot of speculation. Should we tell them, hyung?” His eyes sparkled with mischief.

The host raised a brow. “Speculation?”

“About someone named H.G.,” Sunghoon said nonchalantly, spinning his water bottle. “I think fans are putting together a whole drama about her.”

“Oh, it’s beyond a drama now,” Sunoo jumped in. “It’s practically a K-drama, Webtoon, and OST playlist all in one.”

Jay sighed softly, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “They’re just guessing.”

The host was curious now. “Is this a real person or…?”

“She’s real,” Jay said after a beat, surprising even the members with his sincerity. His voice lowered. “I just don’t know where she is.”

The room fell silent for a second. The host blinked. “You mean… you’re actually looking for her?”

Jay nodded slowly. “Yeah. She left a letter. No name, no contact info. Just initials.”

“And Jay’s been mysterious ever since,” Jungwon teased, though his eyes were gentle.

Jake added, “Actually, if H.G. is watching this—we’d all like to say something to you.”

The camera angle zoomed in slightly as one by one, the members took turns:

Jake: “Hey H.G., if you're out there… you should know Jay hasn’t stopped thinking about your letter. It really meant a lot to him.”

Sunghoon: “He read it, like, ten times in one night. I’m serious. Even the part where you said you don’t expect him to notice.”

Sunoo: “But he did notice. And now, the whole fandom is invested, so no pressure!” He laughed, then grew softer. “But really, we hope you’re doing okay.”

Heeseung: “Sometimes words find the right person at the right time. I think yours did.”

Jungwon: “And if you’re scared or unsure about coming forward… just know we’d all welcome you.”

Then it was Jay’s turn. He looked down for a second, thumb brushing the edge of his sleeve, before meeting the camera directly. His gaze was steady, voice low but rich with emotion.

Jay: “Hi, H.G. If this somehow reaches you… thank you. For everything you wrote. You said you’ve supported me since I-LAND, and honestly… that still amazes me. You saw me at my most vulnerable. Before everything. I don’t know why you left so quietly. But I hope it’s not because you think you don’t matter. You do. I hope one day, you’ll come out from wherever you’re hiding and let me thank you properly. Even if it’s just as a fan. Even if it’s just for a moment. We still haven’t met properly. But… I’m waiting.”

The room was completely still when he finished. The members exchanged glances, proud and a little surprised by Jay’s uncharacteristic openness. The host swallowed a lump in her throat. “That was beautiful.”

Within hours of the interview airing, the internet exploded.

“Jay really said ‘I’m waiting’ with those puppy eyes 😭” “If H.G. doesn’t show up soon I WILL 😤” “This is the softest thing I’ve ever seen. Jay, you’re such a romantic.” “The way the whole group is in on this now… my heart 💔” “What if she watched this and cried?? H.G., girl, COME HOME.”

Hashtags began trending:

#FindHG #JayIsWaiting #ENHYPENxH.G

Even non-fans were drawn to the story. Clips of Jay’s message went viral on TikTok and Twitter, racking up millions of views. People began speculating more, sleuthing harder—matching every quiet fan video to that moment in the fanmeet. Someone even started a petition titled “Let Jay Meet H.G. IRL.”

Fans made edits pairing Jay’s message with soft piano music, spliced with scenes from I-LAND and Coachella—showing his journey, her silent support, and the invisible thread that tied them together.

Meanwhile, back in the dorm, Jay sat in front of his laptop, watching the chaos unfold.

He wasn’t used to letting fans in this much. He had always been careful, protective of his privacy, of his heart.

But H.G. had somehow slipped past all his walls—with just her words.

He didn’t know if she’d ever show herself.

But now, at least, she knew one thing for certain:

He was looking.

And he wasn’t alone.

Y/N hadn’t meant to watch the interview. In fact, she’d spent the last few weeks intentionally avoiding anything ENHYPEN-related, which was ironic considering they used to be her entire world. But curiosity has a way of finding cracks in even the strongest of walls, and when she opened Twitter that morning, there it was—#JayIsWaiting trending worldwide.

Her heart dropped before she even knew what it was about.

She clicked.

And there he was.

Jay, sitting under soft lights in a studio with the members around him, speaking gently into the camera like he was talking only to her. The moment his voice hit her ears, Y/N froze. Her hands trembled, eyes locked to the screen. She watched the entire interview with her fingers clenched in her hoodie, trying not to let the tears fall. Trying not to hope.

“Hi, H.G. If this somehow reaches you… thank you.”

Her breath caught. Her screen blurred.

She didn’t even realize she was crying until the fabric of her sleeve was wet.

He was waiting for her.

Not just remembering her letter, not just moved by it—but waiting.

And not just him. The members had joined in. They all knew about her now. Her quiet confession had grown wings, flown across oceans, and landed on their laps like something sacred. She thought she could disappear. That she could hand over her heart and vanish, and no one would ever notice.

But he noticed.

And now he was searching.

That night, Y/N didn’t sleep. The city outside her window faded into silence, but her thoughts only grew louder. Was it a mistake to write that letter? Should she have signed it fully? Left a contact? What was she so afraid of?

The truth was, she wasn’t afraid of Jay not noticing her.

She was afraid that he would.

That he’d see her—plain, ordinary Han Y/N, the girl who watched from the back of the crowd, who’d loved him quietly since I-LAND—and be disappointed. Because fantasy was easier than reality. Admiring him from afar was safe. He couldn’t reject her if he didn’t know her.

But now… now he was hoping. And it tore her in two.

Sometime around 3 a.m., Y/N sat down at her small desk, the soft hum of the heater the only sound in her apartment. She opened her notebook—the same one where she had drafted the first letter months ago—and flipped to a fresh page.

She stared at it for a long time.

Then, slowly, she began to write.

Dear Jay,

I watched the interview. I didn’t mean to. I was trying to stay away. But you spoke like you already knew I’d see it. Like you knew I’d be listening. And I was.

I’ve wanted to write again for weeks now. I just… didn’t think I should. You looked for me. That alone has left me shaking. Not because I don’t want to be found, but because… I don’t know if I deserve to be.

You said I matter. I’ve spent most of my life trying to believe that. Hearing it from you broke something in me in the softest way.

Thank you.

For remembering. For not brushing it off. For making me feel seen.

But I’m still afraid. Not of you—never of you—but of what happens after this.

I’m just a girl who wrote a letter.

And you’re still Park Jay. The boy I admired before the world knew your name. The man the world admires now.

Maybe one day I’ll be brave enough to hand this to someone again. Maybe one day, I’ll let myself be found.

But for now… I’m still here. Still cheering. Still yours—from a distance.

—H.G.

She stared at the letter once it was done, her hands resting lightly on the page. The words felt raw. Real. Like skin she wasn’t ready to expose. But for the first time since Coachella, she didn’t feel like she was hiding in the dark.

She had no idea when she’d send it. If she ever would.

But she had written it.

And maybe that was a start.

The letter sat on Y/N’s desk for three more days.

She would stare at it every morning before work, fingers brushing the envelope’s edge, asking herself the same question over and over: What are you afraid of?

And the answer never changed.

Rejection. Exposure. That fragile, trembling fear that maybe her words—once so safe in anonymity—were too much in the real world.

But then, one night, she caught a behind-the-scenes clip of Jay on YouTube. He was laughing with Jake, brushing his hair back as he leaned over a monitor. He looked so normal, so human. Not some unreachable idol, but a boy—just a boy—who was waiting for someone to believe he meant what he said.

And Y/N decided she would be brave.

She mailed the letter the next morning.

No fan art. No perfume. Just a single page, in the same handwriting as the first letter, signed again with two simple initials: H.G.

But this time, she added a sentence at the very bottom, in careful script:

“You asked me to come out… so here I am.”

It was addressed not to Jay directly, but to HYBE’s main office, attention to the ENHYPEN team. She figured it would end up in a pile of fan mail, maybe sit untouched for weeks.

But fate had other plans.

At HYBE’s Seoul headquarters, the mail team was sorting through their weekly batch of incoming letters and packages for ENHYPEN. Fanboxes, plushies, journals, handwritten poems—it was routine.

Until one staffer noticed a cream-colored envelope with no return address, just the simple initials "H.G." written in the corner.

His brows raised. Could it be...?

He handed it off to the artist relations coordinator without delay.

And within the hour, the letter was on the desk of ENHYPEN’s internal team lead.

The name H.G. had not gone unnoticed.

Ever since Jay’s interview and the growing fan interest, the team had quietly kept watch—just in case.

So when this second letter arrived, bearing the same delicate writing, the same quiet emotion, the same unmistakable authenticity… they knew.

This was her.

The girl who had shaken Jay with a few paragraphs.

The girl he still hadn’t stopped thinking about.

That same afternoon, a private meeting was called—not with Jay, not yet—but with the executive managers overseeing ENHYPEN’s artist welfare and scheduling.

Because as much as they trusted Jay’s instincts, they also knew the world was watching. And Jay, being who he was—heart on his sleeve, always loyal, always intense—shouldn’t handle this alone.

They read the letter.

It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t flashy. It was soft, apologetic, brave in the quietest way.

And it ended with hope.

“You said I matter. I’ve spent most of my life trying to believe that. Hearing it from you broke something in me in the softest way. Maybe one day, I’ll let myself be found. But for now… I’m still here. Still cheering. Still yours—from a distance.”

The room was still.

And then someone spoke the words everyone was already thinking:

“We need to find her.”

Not for a PR stunt. Not to feed the media. But because they’d seen Jay—how he lit up when talking about H.G., how her letter grounded him before performances, how her words became a quiet kind of courage.

And because something in this letter was different.

This wasn’t a fan looking for attention.

This was a soul, answering another.

By the end of the day, the team had discreetly flagged the envelope’s postmark—an area just outside of Seoul. Nothing specific, but it was a start.

They began cross-referencing possible fanmeet entries, ticket holders from Coachella who signed in under Korean addresses, and comparing handwriting samples from previous letters. Every step was careful, done with full confidentiality. Even Jay hadn’t been told yet—he would, but only when they had something real to offer.

Meanwhile, Jay continued to post subtle messages on Weverse—lyrics, single-line quotes like:

“Even in the crowd, I still feel you watching.” “I wonder if she’s heard me yet.” “Don’t worry, I’m patient.”

And fans kept the search alive.

“He’s still waiting, I’m crying 😭” “Plot twist: H.G. already sent a second letter.” “What if HYBE knows and they’re just protecting them both? 💔” “Jay’s gonna cry when he finally meets her, I just know it.”

They weren’t wrong.

Three days later, Jay walked into the practice studio expecting a usual late-night dance session.

Instead, the company manager was waiting for him near the entrance, hands folded.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked gently.

Jay blinked, then nodded.

They led him into a private room—clean, quiet, warm.

And on the table was the envelope.

The same handwriting.

The same initials.

Jay’s breath caught in his throat.

His fingers hovered over it for a moment before he picked it up with trembling hands.

He read the letter in silence.

And by the time he reached the end, he was no longer wondering if she was real.

He knew.

She was out there.

And this time, she didn’t disappear.

She wanted to be found.

He looked up at the staff, voice unsteady but eyes blazing.

“I want to find her.”

The manager smiled. “We’re already trying.”

Y/N was coming home from work, half-asleep on the bus, when her phone buzzed.

A single email. No subject. Just a name in the sender field: HYBE LABELS — Artist Relations.

Her heart immediately dropped into her stomach.

Hands shaking, she tapped the message open.

Dear Miss Han Y/N, We hope this message finds you well. We recently received your letter addressed to ENHYPEN’s Jay (Park Jongseong). After internal review and cross-verification, we believe it is appropriate to respectfully reach out and request a brief, private conversation with you. Please note this outreach is strictly confidential. Our intention is not to pressure, but to provide space and support — for you, and for the artist involved. If you are willing, please respond with a preferred time for a discreet in-person meeting at our Seoul office. We are happy to accommodate you in a private setting. Warm regards, HYBE Artist Relations Department

Y/N stared at the message, frozen. Her stomach churned. Her lungs felt like they’d forgotten how to work. This was real. They knew who she was.

And more terrifying than that—so did Jay.

Three days later, Y/N found herself sitting in a quiet meeting room deep within HYBE’s secure artist floor.

Everything was pristine. A tray of tea sat untouched in front of her. She was dressed as plainly as possible, trying to shrink into her chair, yet it felt impossible to hide when two HYBE staff members—kind-eyed, warm, and dressed in soft business casual—were looking at her like she mattered.

“We really appreciate you coming, Y/N,” said the woman across from her, a team lead for artist wellness. Her voice was gentle, like she was talking to someone halfway through a storm.

“We want you to know, before anything else,” added the man beside her, “that you’re not in trouble. This isn’t about publicity, or content, or control. We’re only reaching out because your letter made it very clear you’ve been deeply impacted by this��and so has Jay.”

Y/N kept her hands folded tightly in her lap, eyes lowered. “I didn’t… I never expected it to go this far.”

“We understand,” the woman said with a nod. “You wrote something beautiful. Honest. And it meant a lot to him.”

Silence followed.

Then, the man leaned forward slightly, speaking softer.

“We want to ask you something, and we ask it carefully… not as a company, but as people who’ve seen Jay grow and change, especially after receiving your letters.”

Y/N finally looked up.

“What is it you want from here, Y/N?”

The room held its breath.

“Do you… want to meet him? Do you want to stay anonymous? Would you rather we keep you out of this moving forward, or… do you hope something else can come from this?”

Y/N blinked rapidly. Her vision blurred.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I didn’t think I’d get this far. I just… I loved him for so long, quietly. From behind a screen. From behind a barrier. And now he’s… waiting. Saying he’s waiting. That he wants to find me. But I don’t know if I’m enough to be found.”

The woman’s expression softened even more. “You don’t have to be anyone but who you are. We’re not here to judge or make decisions for you. But we do believe you should be the one who decides what happens next.”

The man gave a small smile. “Jay doesn’t want a fan who fits an image. He’s been moved by you. Your words. Your sincerity.”

Y/N stared at the untouched tea, thinking.

“I don’t know what comes next. But… I think I’d regret it forever if I didn’t at least meet him. Just once. Even if I say nothing.”

The woman reached for her tablet, then paused, locking eyes with her.

“We can make that happen. In private. No cameras. No staff beyond one of us. Just the two of you.”

“And if afterward,” the man added gently, “you feel it’s too much… we’ll protect your privacy. No names. No photos. Nothing goes anywhere without your consent.”

Y/N’s throat tightened. “He really wants to see me?”

“Yes,” the woman said without hesitation. “More than you know.”

Jay was pacing.

Not the kind of pacing that came with pre-concert jitters or last-minute rehearsals, but the kind that settled deep in your bones — restless, charged, unbearable.

Jungwon watched him from the corner of the dorm’s living room, sipping from a protein shake like he was watching the latest K-drama.

“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor, hyung.”

Jay stopped, turned, and ran a hand through his hair for the seventh time in under a minute. “What do I even say to her?”

Jake looked up from his phone on the couch. “Uh, maybe start with hi?”

“Very helpful, thank you,” Jay muttered, already pacing again.

Sunghoon walked in from the kitchen with an energy drink and leaned against the counter. “You’ve talked about her for weeks. Now you’re acting like you’ve forgotten how to form sentences.”

Jay stopped in front of him. “Because this is real now. Before, it was just letters. Guessing. Hoping. But tomorrow…” He swallowed hard. “Tomorrow, I’m going to be standing in front of her. The girl who wrote things that changed me. Who made me feel seen, without even showing her face.”

There was a beat of silence. Then, Heeseung looked up from his laptop, where he had been pretending not to listen.

“You’re not afraid she won’t like you, are you?”

Jay hesitated. “I’m afraid I won’t be enough for her.”

Sunoo, sitting cross-legged on the carpet while painting his nails, spoke up without looking. “She wouldn’t have written a second letter if she didn’t already care.”

“Exactly,” Ni-ki added from where he was lying on the floor with a bag of chips. “She gave you another chance. Don’t mess it up.”

Jay let out a frustrated sigh, collapsing onto the couch beside Jake. His fingers rubbed his temples, trying to calm the tornado in his head.

He had barely slept in the past three days.

Ever since HYBE confirmed they had found H.G.—no, Y/N—and that she had agreed to meet him in private, Jay had been spiraling between every human emotion possible.

Excitement. Terror. Longing. Doubt.

He wanted to dress well, but not flashy. Say something profound, but not rehearsed. He wanted to be himself — but what if himself wasn’t what she’d imagined?

“She knows me from afar,” Jay muttered, staring blankly at the ceiling. “What if up close, I’m a disappointment?”

“Then she’d be the only one who thinks that,” Sunoo said simply.

Jay looked over.

“I mean it,” Sunoo added. “None of us were the same after reading that first letter. You changed, hyung. You softened. You started opening up more — even in interviews. The way you talk about her, even when you try to hide it… it’s different.”

Sunghoon nodded. “She didn’t just impact you, Jay. She impacted all of us.”

Jake threw an arm around Jay’s shoulders and pulled him into a sideways hug. “You’re gonna be great. Just don’t cry the second you see her, okay? Let her breathe.”

Jay let out a small laugh, covering his face. “I might, though.”

“Don’t wear cologne if you’re going to cry,” Ni-ki chimed. “You’ll drown the poor girl in sad boy perfume.”

Jay threw a cushion at him, but missed.

Later that night, after the dorm had quieted down, Jay sat alone in his room.

On his desk were the two letters. He read them both again, slowly.

He traced her handwriting with his eyes, memorizing the curves of her words like he had the first time. Her second letter was shorter, but braver. She signed it the same way: H.G. — but this time, he knew her name.

Han Y/N.

The name felt like a secret he had waited months to learn.

He imagined her handwriting now with a voice. A face. The shy smile she must have had when writing these words. The trembling hope buried between the lines.

And tomorrow, she would be real.

Not a dream. Not a guess. Not a crowd in the audience.

But there.

In front of him.

Waiting for him to speak first.

Jay picked up his guitar, fingers instinctively finding a gentle chord progression. He played softly, the notes fragile and uncertain.

And then, quietly, he sang—half-whispered.

“If I had one more letter from you… I’d write one back, face to face. No more distance, no more maybe. Just your name. And my name. And now.”

He paused.

Then whispered, “Please don’t run this time.”

The elevator doors opened with a soft ding.

Jay stepped out onto the private floor, where no one else was allowed without clearance. The usual buzz of HYBE was distant here, quieted by thick walls and soundproof rooms.

He wore a simple black sweater, clean jeans, and his favorite sneakers—the ones he always wore when he needed to feel grounded. His hair was brushed, his hands freshly moisturized (Sunoo made sure), but none of that stopped the storm raging in his chest.

A staff member he trusted walked beside him, guiding him to one of the meeting lounges tucked in the corner of the building. The windows were half-drawn. Soft light flooded the warm wood and cream-toned room. A tray of untouched tea and bottled water sat on the table.

And she was there.

Sitting quietly on the far couch, hands neatly folded on her lap, eyes lowered.

Jay froze.

The sound of his shoes stopped her breath mid inhale. Slowly, carefully, she looked up.

Their eyes met.

Time, for a moment, didn’t exist.

Not the years she spent watching him from behind a screen. Not the months he spent looking for a girl who left nothing but letters. Not the interviews, or the posts, or the words written in secret.

Just him.

And her.

“H… hi,” she said, almost like a breath.

Jay’s throat tightened. “Hi.”

He moved toward the couch across from hers, not wanting to move too fast, afraid to break the moment like glass. She sat up straighter, adjusting nervously, and he could see how tightly she was gripping the hem of her sweater.

“I didn’t think this would actually happen,” she said softly.

“Me neither,” Jay replied. “But I’m really glad it did.”

She looked away for a moment, blinking hard. “I almost said no.”

Jay’s chest ached. “Why?”

“Because I thought… if I stayed hidden, I could protect everything. My feelings. My reality. You.”

Jay leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees. “And what made you come anyway?”

She bit her lip, then looked up again—and there it was. The expression he’d imagined from her letters: strong, uncertain, deeply sincere.

“Because I didn’t want to spend my whole life wondering what could’ve happened if I was brave enough to show up.”

Jay smiled softly, his eyes stinging.

“That’s funny,” he whispered. “Because I told myself the exact same thing last night.”

A quiet laugh escaped her lips. “So what now?”

“I don’t know,” he said honestly. “But I don’t want to walk away.”

Y/N exhaled, and it was shaky, as if she’d been holding her breath since Coachella.

“I didn’t write those letters expecting to be found,” she said. “I was okay just admiring you from far away. Loving you quietly.”

Jay looked down at his hands. “But I wanted to know who wrote things that knew my heart better than I did.”

Y/N’s fingers brushed against the side of her thigh. “I didn’t mean to say that at the fanmeet. It just slipped.”

“When you said…” Jay lifted his gaze. “‘Maybe she doesn’t want you to find her’?”

She nodded slowly, almost embarrassed.

Jay leaned back and gave a soft laugh. “That line haunted me.”

“I thought so,” she murmured. “You looked at me like you knew.”

“I didn’t,” he admitted. “Not for sure. But I hoped.”

There was a moment of silence where the air felt full of things unsaid. Then, Jay gently reached into his pocket and pulled something out.

It was the first letter.

“I carry it,” he said. “Not always, but… often enough.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Why?”

“Because it reminds me that someone saw me. Not the idol. Not the performer. Just… me.”

She blinked back sudden tears. “I saw you long before the world did.”

Jay held her gaze, firm and honest. “And I think I’ve been waiting for you ever since.”

A tear slipped down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away. “I don’t know what to do with this. What this means. I’m still a nobody, Jay.”

He shook his head. “You’re not a nobody. You’re you. That’s more than enough for me.”

Another long silence stretched between them, not heavy—just full. Then Jay stood slowly and offered his hand.

“No pressure,” he said quietly. “But… do you want to go for a walk?”

Y/N stared at his hand, then up at him.

She placed her fingers gently in his palm.

“Yes,” she said. “But only if we walk slowly.”

Jay’s smile was like a sunrise.

“Perfect,” he said, intertwining their fingers.

And together, they left the room—no cameras, no scripts, no questions. Just footsteps echoing gently through the quiet hallways of the building where dreams were born… …and where, finally, two of them found each other.

Jay stepped back into the dorm sometime past midnight.

The world outside was dark and sleeping, but inside him, everything was awake. His heart, his thoughts, his soul—buzzing with something that had no name yet but felt a lot like beginning.

He quietly pushed the door closed behind him, slipping off his shoes as if not to wake a sleeping house. But when he turned the corner, the lights flipped on.

“HYUNG!”

“HE’S BACK!”

“OUR ROMEO RETURNS!”

The entire living room exploded with voices. Heeseung was sprawled on the couch with popcorn. Jake and Sunghoon jumped out from behind the kitchen counter like they’d rehearsed it. Sunoo had a camera (probably fake) and started pretend-filming like a paparazzi.

Jungwon, always the calm one, simply raised his eyebrows with a teasing grin. Ni-ki clapped like a seal.

Jay froze. “What the—how are you all still awake?!”

“You think we were gonna sleep through this?” Jake said, laughing.

“This is basically a national event,” Sunoo added. “I’ve been waiting all day for the post-meeting report.”

Jay sighed and rolled his eyes, walking toward the kitchen while they all followed like ducklings. “It wasn’t a drama, guys.”

“No, but you were dramatic enough leading up to it,” Sunghoon said with a smirk. “So, spill.”

Jay opened the fridge just to avoid eye contact. “It was… good.”

“GOOD?” Heeseung repeated in disbelief. “That’s all we’re getting?”

Jay turned around, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed. His face, though trying to stay composed, was… different. Softer. Brighter. Like something inside had been washed clean.

“She’s everything I hoped she’d be,” he finally said, voice low but firm. “Maybe even more.”

The room fell quiet for a second.

Sunoo slowly lowered his pretend camera. “Okay, now I want to cry.”

“What did you guys talk about?” Ni-ki asked, genuinely curious.

Jay looked thoughtful. “Everything and nothing. It wasn’t about what we said, honestly. It was just… being there. Finally. Looking at her and knowing it’s her. The girl who wrote those words and somehow saw me.”

Jungwon smiled, eyes gentle. “Did she seem happy?”

“She was scared,” Jay admitted. “But she showed up. And that told me everything.”

There was a beat of silence before Jake reached over and smacked his shoulder lightly.

“I’m proud of you, man.”

“Me too,” Heeseung added. “You didn’t push. You just… waited. You let her come to you.”

Jay looked down and smiled. “She said she still doesn’t know what to do with all this. That she’s still just a fan. But I told her that to me, she’s her. That’s what matters.”

Sunghoon nodded slowly. “You really like her, huh?”

Jay looked up, eyes clear.

“I think I have for a long time. I just didn’t know who ‘she’ was until now.”

Meanwhile at HYBE, in a quiet executive meeting the following morning, the same staff who had handled the letters, the background checks, and the careful arrangements for the meeting sat around a glass table.

The atmosphere was calm but hopeful. A few senior managers, PR leads, and artist relationship coordinators were present.

“So?” one of them finally asked. “How did it go?”

One staff member, a gentle-faced coordinator who had walked Y/N into the lounge personally, smiled softly. “Better than we could have imagined. She’s… kind. Thoughtful. She still doesn’t want any attention. Just wanted to speak with him, that’s all.”

“Is she still planning to stay anonymous?” another asked.

“For now,” the coordinator replied. “But I think… something changed between them. Something quiet. Personal. And powerful.”

There was a long silence. The head of artist care, a woman in her mid-30s with years of experience under her belt, folded her hands.

“We keep protecting them. No leaks, no rumors. This is theirs, not the public’s. But we support whatever direction it goes.”

Everyone nodded.

“She brought out a side of him we hadn’t seen in a while,” someone muttered. “A kind of peace.”

“She reminded him of who he is outside the spotlight.”

Later that week, back at the dorm

Jay sat on the balcony, phone in hand, scrolling slowly through Weverse posts. He wasn’t planning to say anything. Just… browsing.

Then, he opened his private staff chat. A single new message from HYBE.

“Thank you for handling everything with respect and sincerity. We’re proud of you.”

He stared at the message for a moment, then replied simply:

“She was worth it.”

As he looked out at the night skyline, a warm breeze rustling the curtains, Jay finally let himself relax.

This was the beginning of something.

Maybe not a love story the whole world would know yet.

But something real.

And for now, that was more than enough.

The quiet cafe they met at again was tucked in a corner of Seoul where cameras didn’t follow and where the world moved slower.

Jay arrived early, of course, nervously picking at the foam of his coffee cup, wondering if she’d come.

But when he looked up and saw her push the door open, hoodie tucked over her head and a small smile peeking beneath it—his heart exhaled.

“Hey,” Y/N greeted softly, sliding into the booth across from him.

“Hey,” he smiled back. “You came.”

“You asked,” she shrugged playfully, fingers curling around her mug. “I couldn’t say no to you.”

Jay chuckled under his breath. “Dangerous words, Han Y/N.”

She looked up at the sound of her full name—he liked the way it rolled off his tongue. And the look she gave him? It said I noticed.

They talked easily after that. Nothing too heavy. Just music, movies, a little teasing about his handwriting that she saw in a behind-the-scenes post. Then, in a pause between sips, Jay looked at her seriously.

“I wanted to ask you something,” he said, leaning forward slightly.

Y/N blinked, cautious but curious. “Okay…”

“I want you to meet the members.”

Her eyes widened. “Like… actually meet them?”

He nodded, fingers nervously drumming on the tabletop. “They know about you. Not everything, obviously. Just what I’ve told them, and what they’ve seen through all this. They’re curious. A little too curious, honestly,” he added with a small laugh. “But they’re excited. And they want to meet the girl who made me light up like an idiot the past few weeks.”

Y/N stayed quiet for a moment, heart racing. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I’m still just… a fan.”

Jay shook his head gently. “You’re not just a fan. Not to me. And they know that. You don’t have to prove anything. Just… be you.”

She looked down, tucking her hands into her sleeves.

“What if they don’t like me?”

He reached across the table, fingers brushing hers. “Impossible.”

Y/N let out a breathy laugh. “Okay. One condition.”

Jay tilted his head.

“You’re not allowed to leave my side when it happens.”

Jay grinned, wide and boyish. “Deal.”

Later That Day – HYBE Meeting Room

Y/N sat with one of the familiar staff members—the one who’d been with her from the beginning of this process. The atmosphere was warm, not cold and corporate like she had feared.

“First, we just want to thank you again,” the coordinator said, hands folded gently on the table. “For trusting us, and for being so respectful of everything.”

Y/N nodded quietly. “Thank you… for keeping it private.”

The staff smiled. “And we intend to keep it that way for as long as you want. But we wanted to check with you on something that’s… starting to bubble up online.”

Y/N stiffened slightly.

The coordinator continued gently. “The fan search. It’s only grown louder lately. The H.G. theories. Some fans think you’re someone from the States, some say you’re a trainee from another label, a few are… spiraling.”

Y/N winced.

“No one’s close to the truth,” the staff assured her quickly. “But it’s still a wildfire. We wanted to ask—only if you’re ready—if you’d like us to confirm that you’ve been found. No details, no names, no photos. Just a small statement to let the search rest.”

Y/N looked down at her lap, breathing slowly.

“You wouldn’t have to say anything,” they added gently. “Jay wouldn’t either. We’d handle it.”

She thought about it for a long while.

She thought about the girls on Weverse who cried over Jay’s letters to H.G.

She thought about the ones who wrote poetry in the comments, pretending to be her. Thought about the guilt she carried each time someone begged H.G. to reveal herself.

“…You’d keep it anonymous?” she asked quietly.

“Absolutely,” the staff replied. “Just a simple line in a future update. Something like, ‘the person has been privately identified and wishes to remain out of the spotlight.’ Nothing more.”

Y/N nodded slowly. “…I think that’s okay. It might even help them breathe again.”

The coordinator’s face softened. “You’re really thoughtful, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled shyly. “They love him. I know how it feels. I just don’t want to take anything from them.”

The staff shook their head. “I think… in time, they’ll come to love you, too. In their own way.”

“SOOOOOOO—WHEN’S SHE COMING?”

Jay barely made it through the front door before Sunoo was in his face.

“Let him take his shoes off first,” Jungwon deadpanned from the couch.

“She said yes,” Jay said casually, sliding off his jacket.

The dorm erupted.

Jake whooped like a sports fan. Heeseung tossed a pillow into the air. Ni-ki yelled “YESSSSS!” while doing a victory dance. Sunghoon fist-bumped Jungwon like they’d won a bet.

Jay was a little red but smiling ear to ear. “She’s nervous. Don’t scare her.”

“Us?” Sunoo gasped, scandalized. “We’re the friendliest.”

“She said I’m not allowed to leave her side.”

“Obviously,” Jungwon replied. “Otherwise she’s gonna be interrogated.”

“I will bring snacks,” Jake announced. “It will be a bonding experience.”

Jay just laughed, heart full and hopeful. Things were unfolding slowly, yes—but they were unfolding beautifully.

The hallway was unusually quiet, the soft hum of fluorescent lights filling the silence as Y/N followed the staff down toward the practice rooms. She clutched the tote bag hanging off her shoulder tighter, trying not to let her nerves get the better of her. The building smelled faintly like wood floors, citrus cleaner, and something comforting she couldn’t quite name—something like home.

"They're still out finishing a few filming schedules," the staff said kindly as they stopped in front of the practice room. "But you can wait in here. It’s where they spend most of their time anyway.”

Y/N gave a small, grateful nod. “Thank you.”

The moment she stepped into the familiar room—the sleek mirrors, the open floors, the slightly scuffed walls with stories etched into them—her heart trembled. She had seen this place a hundred times through a screen. Now it was real. Echoing. Alive.

“Would it be okay if I played some music while I wait?” she asked shyly, unsure.

“Of course,” the staff replied with a smile. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll come back once they’re on their way.”

When the door clicked shut behind them, Y/N exhaled.

Alone.

She set her bag down carefully, crossing the room to the speakers she recognized from the boys’ practice videos. Her fingers hesitated over the playlist on her phone, then hovered over the most obvious option.

ENHYPEN: Favorites.

Her lips curled slightly, pressing play.

The intro to “Drunk-Dazed” flooded the room, deep bass thumping into her bones. Her body moved before her brain could stop it. Her limbs remembered the rhythm, the choreography she had once mimicked in her bedroom, in the reflection of her TV, late at night when no one could watch.

At first, it was just her arms, mimicking the opening sequence. Then her feet followed. And by the chorus, she was all in.

Sweat trickled down her neck as she transitioned into “Future Perfect (Pass the Mic),” muttering lyrics under her breath, her movements sharp and fluid. There were mistakes—of course. But her joy made up for all of them.

She didn’t hear the quiet shuffle of sneakers behind the door.

Didn’t hear the keys turning.

Didn’t see the seven heads peeking through the barely opened door, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

Jake was the first to break the silence. His mouth dropped open. “Bro…”

“She’s dancing to our song?” Sunghoon whispered, surprised.

“She knows the choreo?” Ni-ki blinked.

“She’s really good,” Sunoo said, stunned.

Jungwon smiled quietly. “She’s a real fan.”

“She’s…” Jay didn’t finish his sentence. He couldn’t.

He just watched.

She was glowing.

Not in some glamorous, curated way—but in that way people do when they think they’re alone. Unfiltered, alive, and real. She moved like the music lived in her chest, like every beat was a heartbeat she had memorized. She sang along, breathless and laughing at herself when she missed a step.

She was beautiful.

And completely unaware of the door now wide open.

“Someone say something,” Heeseung whispered.

Jake grinned. “No way. I’m enjoying the show.”

But Sunoo had already stepped in.

“Nice moves, Y/N.”

The music cut with a sharp gasp as Y/N whirled around, mortified. Her hand flew to her mouth. Seven boys now stood inside the room, leaning against the walls, grinning like they had just walked in on a movie scene.

“I—OH MY GOD,” she stammered. “I didn’t hear—I didn’t—how long have you—?!”

Jay stepped forward, trying—and failing—not to smile too much. “Long enough.”

Y/N nearly sank into the floor.

“I’m gonna die right here,” she muttered into her hands.

Jake laughed, loud and unapologetic. “Nooo, you were great! We should’ve been filming that.”

“Please don’t,” Y/N groaned, cheeks flaming.

Sunghoon gave her a playful nudge as he walked past to set his bag down. “Don’t worry. You already made a great first impression.”

Ni-ki flashed her a thumbs up. “Cool footwork. Let’s dance together sometime.”

Heeseung dropped beside her on the floor, offering a water bottle. “You really are a fan, huh?”

Y/N nodded bashfully. “Since I-LAND.”

“OG ENGENE,” Sunoo gasped dramatically. “Respect.”

Jungwon, who had been quiet, gave her a warm smile. “Welcome. We’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

Y/N blinked. “Really?”

All eyes turned to Jay, who was still standing by the mirrors, heart clearly stuck in his throat.

He cleared his throat and stepped closer, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “I told them about you,” he said softly. “Everything I could. But I wanted you to meet them yourself. So they could see what I see.”

Her breath hitched.

And in that moment, something in her settled.

They made room for her on the practice floor, sitting in a wide circle, drinks in hand and snacks Jake dug out from his bag.

The conversation flowed like water—half in chaos, half in earnest.

“What’s your bias order?” Jake teased.

“I’m not answering that,” Y/N laughed.

“Say Ni-ki’s last,” Sunghoon deadpanned.

“HEY!”

Sunoo leaned forward. “Be honest—did you ever write a fanfic?”

Y/N choked on her drink. “NO. Well. Not about you.”

Heeseung grinned. “Suspicious.”

Jungwon asked thoughtful questions—what her favorite ENHYPEN song was, what lyric hit her hardest, what inspired her letter.

And when she finally looked up from answering, she caught Jay watching her.

Not like a pop star. Not like a fan.

But like something rare had wandered into his orbit.

Later, when the sun dipped low and the city began to quiet, Jay offered to walk her out.

They lingered in the hallway again, that same one she had walked earlier with nerves tangled in her chest. Now, something else sat there—something gentler.

“Thanks,” she said. “For this. For… them.”

Jay tilted his head. “You’re not scared anymore?”

“I am,” she admitted. “But it doesn’t feel like I have to run away from it.”

He smiled. “Good.”

“Also,” she added with a raised brow. “I can’t believe you caught me dancing.”

He chuckled, eyes sparkling. “I absolutely believe it. You were amazing.”

She narrowed her eyes playfully. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not. In fact,” he leaned a little closer, “you might’ve just secured your spot as the eighth member.”

“Shut up,” she whispered, laughing.

Jay laughed too, stepping back reluctantly. “We’ll see each other again soon?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

As she walked away, Jay stayed in the hallway for a moment longer, watching the door close behind her.

Then, with a full heart and the softest smile, he turned back toward the room—and toward his brothers, who immediately tackled him with teasing and questions.

“Are you in love yet?”

“Are we invited to the wedding?”

“She likes your parts in the songs, right?”

But Jay didn’t mind the chaos.

Not anymore.

Because she was real.

And she was here.

And it was only the beginning.

The news broke softly.

No press releases, no flashy headlines. Just a short, quiet message posted by HYBE on the official ENHYPEN Weverse notice board one ordinary Thursday afternoon:

📢 [NOTICE] Dear ENGENEs, We sincerely thank you for your continued love and support toward ENHYPEN. We would like to gently inform you that, with much care and thought, we have been able to privately connect with the individual known affectionately among fans as “H.G.” With her consent, we wish to share that she is well, safe, and has now had the opportunity to meet with ENHYPEN. As this matter remains personal, we kindly ask for your understanding and respect regarding her privacy. We deeply appreciate the love and warmth shown by ENGENEs throughout this time. Thank you always. — BELIFT LAB / HYBE

No name. No photos. Just confirmation.

But that was all it took.

Within minutes, hashtags exploded across social media: #HGFIND, #WelcomeBackHG, #JayAndHG, #HGConfirmed, #ENGENEsProtectHG

Weverse comments flew in by the thousands.

“SHE’S REAL OH MY GOD” “I’M SO HAPPY SHE’S SAFE 😭😭😭” “Protect H.G. at all costs.” “Who else cried when they read the notice?? Be honest.” “So she really got to meet them… she met Jay… 😭 what a dream come true.”

Fan accounts began speculating instantly. Who was she? Had they already seen her and not realized it? Was she already part of their world without them knowing?

Fan theories popped up like wildfire:

One popular thread claimed she had been seen entering HYBE days earlier, escorted by staff.

Another pointed out that in the latest behind-the-scenes video, there was a small clip of Jay smiling at someone off-camera—"a different kind of smile" they said—and ENGENEs began to dissect the angle, analyzing every second like investigators.

A few even suggested that in a recent group livestream, Sunghoon almost said her name before Sunoo elbowed him under the table.

The comments became even more emotionally charged:

“Jay found the girl who wrote that letter. The girl who gave him words when he needed them most. This is the stuff of fairytales.” “I hope she’s okay. I hope she’s being treated gently. I hope she knows we don’t hate her—we love her.” “I used to wonder if I’d hate the girl who got close to Jay. But now I just want H.G. to be happy. I think she gave us all something magical.”

On TikTok, a wave of soft edits bloomed under the trending sound “Until I Found You” by Stephen Sanchez. Fan-made videos played scenes of Jay speaking about H.G. intercut with clips of him smiling, dancing, reading letters, laughing behind the scenes—each one a tribute to the mysterious girl who captured the heart of their idol.

Some were bittersweet.

Some were romantic.

Most were filled with love.

Even international ENGENEs translated the announcement and shared it in their native languages, uniting fans globally in an unspoken message: We’re proud of her. We support her.

Jay himself didn’t say anything right away.

But fans noticed.

In his next Weverse post, he uploaded a photo of a cup of tea, the sunlight falling across the table, and a small quote beneath it:

“Some hearts are loud even in silence.” ☁️ #JAYLOG

It wasn’t much. But it was enough.

Replies flooded in.

“IS THIS ABOUT HER? 😭” “Y’ALL HE’S SO SOFT WHEN HE THINKS OF HER I SWEAR” “Jay is in his poetic love era rn”

Then came the subtle changes—like ripples in calm water:

During a group VLive, Jake slipped and said,

“Yeah, we met someone really special recently—” before Jungwon cleared his throat loudly and redirected the conversation.

Sunoo posted a selfie with the caption:

“She’s really sweet 💐”

Ni-ki changed his profile song to Polaroid Love.

And in a fansign video, Heeseung was asked if he believed in fate. He laughed, nodded, and said:

“Yeah. Especially lately.”

That’s when it became clear:

She wasn’t just a fan anymore.

She wasn’t just “the girl who wrote the letter.”

She was there. Somewhere in their lives now. And it changed something in them.

It showed.

Jay smiled more in interviews. His answers became softer, slower—like he was really thinking about them. In one behind-the-scenes clip, while waiting for filming to start, he doodled on a napkin, whispering,

“H… G…” before catching the camera’s glance and quickly folding it up.

ENGENEs caught everything.

And surprisingly?

There was no anger. No jealousy. Just awe.

Because maybe for the first time, a fan—one of them—had made it into the story not because of luck or looks or clout.

But because she loved him quietly.

Because her words healed him.

Because he looked for her.

And he found her.

A top Weverse comment summed it up best:

“We always imagined Jay would fall for someone who saw past the fame. Someone who loved Jongseong, not just Jay. And maybe… maybe H.G. did just that.” 💌

It started slowly.

After their private meeting—the one that lingered like a warm memory between two souls finally crossing the same bridge—Jay found himself thinking about Y/N more than ever. Not just in the quiet mornings or as he wound down before bed. It was during lunch breaks, rehearsals, choreography drills. In every pause between breaths, she lingered.

He had always been a man of action. And when Jay felt something this strong, he didn’t sit on it. He moved with it. Toward it.

So when Y/N agreed to continue seeing him—casually, gently—he wasted no time in inviting her into the part of his world that meant the most to him: the practice room.

“Come by,” he said one night on the phone, his voice low, almost shy for the first time. “You don’t have to do anything. Just… be there. Sit in the corner, read, nap, whatever. I just want you close.”

She’d smiled at the time, curled on her sofa with a tea she never finished, her heart racing in her chest.

“Alright,” she said softly. “I’ll come.”

The next day, she arrived at HYBE’s back entrance under the early morning sky. Her face was shielded with a cap pulled low and a mask fitted snugly over her nose and mouth, her identity invisible to the world. One of the staff members escorted her to the now-familiar practice room—one she’d only ever seen through dance cams and behind-the-scenes clips. She had never imagined she’d one day walk inside it, not as an outsider or fan, but as… herself.

Jay was already there when she arrived, sitting on the floor, stretching lazily with earphones in. But the second he caught a glimpse of her in the mirror, he lit up.

“Hey,” he greeted, standing up and walking over, his hand reaching out instinctively to touch her wrist—gently, like he wasn’t sure if she was real again.

She glanced around nervously. “Won’t someone see—?”

“They won’t,” he assured her. “They’re still finishing up interviews upstairs. We’ve got time.”

He led her to the corner where a cushion and a blanket had already been set up for her. There was even a mini tray with a bottle of water and a small container of strawberries—her favorite.

“You did this?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he teased, tossing his hoodie over his shoulder. “Could be anyone.”

They both laughed.

Days passed. Then weeks.

It became their quiet ritual. Y/N would slip into the practice room when schedules allowed, always hidden beneath her cap and mask, always silent unless spoken to. She never intruded. But she was there—and that was all Jay needed.

He found himself stealing glances at her in the mirror as he danced, his eyes drifting to where she sat cross-legged, bobbing her head softly to the beat. Sometimes, when the others were too absorbed in practice, he’d dance closer to her, throwing her playful smirks or mouthing lyrics directly at her like a secret performance only she could understand.

Once, Jake caught it.

After practice, as they collapsed onto the floor in a sweaty heap, Jake nudged Jay with a knowing grin.

“Practice room's got a new energy these days, huh?”

Jay only smirked, sipping from his water bottle. “Maybe. Feels like good luck.”

But even the sharpest-eyed fans didn’t catch on immediately. Not until someone zoomed in on the edge of a practice vlog posted weeks later.

It was barely a second.

The camera panned across the studio’s mirrored wall—and there, almost ghost-like in the reflection, was a figure sitting against the wall beside Jay. Dressed in black, face covered, knees hugged to chest. She wasn’t moving much. Just… present.

The fans went wild.

“WHO IS THAT??” “There’s someone in the practice room and it’s NOT a staff member.” “I swear she’s always sitting in the same place Jay stretches. Look at the last three videos.” “Lowkey think that’s H.G… 😳” “WAIT. The body language?? The way he glances at her??” “She’s dancing too!!! Look at the tiny movement of her shoulders!!!” “I CAN’T BELIEVE H.G. IS REAL AND IN THE PRACTICE ROOM???” “Imagine being the muse to Jay’s every move 😭😭😭”

But for every curious comment, a hundred more defended her:

“She’s clearly trying to stay hidden. Let her be.” “If Jay trusts her in that space, we should too.” “Protect H.G. at all costs. She’s giving our boy strength.” “This is the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen unfold in real life.”

One late evening, after everyone else had gone home, Jay stayed behind with her.

The room was dimly lit, only the LED strips glowing along the ceiling. Music was still playing—low and slow now, something soft and orchestral.

They were lying side by side on the floor, staring at the ceiling, breath steady.

“I feel like I’m dreaming,” he murmured.

Y/N turned her head toward him. “Why?”

He smiled. “Because I never thought someone would ever walk into my life so quietly and feel like home.”

She was quiet for a beat, her voice soft when she answered.

“I used to dream of meeting you,” she admitted. “But in all those dreams, I was just another face in the crowd. Just a fan. Not… this.”

Jay reached out, gently intertwining his fingers with hers. “You were never just a fan to me. Not after that letter. You reminded me who I was… and why I started all this.”

Their fingers curled tighter, silent understanding filling the space between them.

“You know,” he whispered, “I’ve danced in this room thousands of times. But now, when I look up and see you there… it finally feels complete.”

Their love wasn’t loud. It wasn’t public.

But it was present—like the bass of a song you feel in your bones long before you realize it’s playing.

And in that practice room, surrounded by echoes of dreams and footwork, Jay and Y/N found a rhythm of their own—steady, unspoken, real.

It started subtly.

In the beginning, Y/N only came by during evening practices — always in discreet attire: hoodie, mask, cap. She kept to the edges of the room, sitting against the mirrored wall with a water bottle and a notebook. Sometimes, she would quietly bob her head to the beat. Other times, she’d help Jay rewind the practice track or offer tissues to the boys after a sweaty run-through. Her presence was easy to overlook, but the members noticed.

And then they started including her.

It began with Jake tossing her a pack of snacks mid-break. “You sit here like a manager but don’t even eat. That’s a crime.”

Sunoo followed up with a teasing grin. “If you’re gonna suffer with us through the sweat and pain, at least enjoy the benefits. We have ramen breaks, you know.”

Jay had just smiled at the growing interactions, heart swelling with pride at how easily Y/N was slipping into his world.

One day, Heeseung sat down beside her during cooldown. “So, what do you think?” he asked, stretching his arms. “Do we still have it? Or are we washed up?”

Y/N laughed, surprised at his casual tone. “Washed up? Hardly. That last choreo nearly knocked the breath out of me and I wasn’t even dancing.” “High praise,” he smirked, nudging her. “Jay’s been different lately, you know. Lighter. I think we have you to thank.”

Y/N looked away shyly, but the flutter in her chest didn’t go unnoticed. Ni-ki, the youngest, started openly chatting with her about anime and games. “Y/N-noona knows One Piece, did you guys know that?” he proudly told the others one day, “She’s cooler than I thought.”

The more they opened up, the more Y/N did too — laughing with Jungwon when he accidentally spilled water on himself, helping Sunghoon check his alignment in the mirror when no one else noticed, offering gentle, thoughtful feedback whenever anyone asked her opinion.

She wasn’t trying to stand out. She was just being herself. And that was enough.

Behind-the-scenes clips start giving her away.

Fans, always watching, started catching on.

In a practice vlog, a figure could be seen passing water bottles to the boys. A voice — soft, barely audible — could be heard saying, “Don’t forget to stretch your arms, Jungwon, you were locking them again.”

Comments exploded:

“WHO JUST SAID THAT? WHO KNOWS THEIR CHOREO THAT WELL??” “I know it’s H.G. Don’t play with me.” “The water bottle lady strikes again 😭” “She told Jungwon about his arms and he listened. Girlie is part of the team now I swear.”

In another Behind the MV video, a reflection in the glass window showed someone passing a mic to Jay — her outline familiar by now to the more eagle-eyed ENGENEs. What really caught attention, though, was the way Jay turned and smiled at her — soft, instinctive, full of fondness.

“The way Jay smiled without even seeing her face. 😭 That’s love.” “He didn’t smile at the staff like that. Only at her. I’m dying.” “If H.G. was a member at this point I wouldn’t be surprised.”

A TikTok clip uploaded by Ni-ki showed the group rehearsing choreography in the mirror. In the corner, a girl — cap low, hoodie up — was dancing along, mirroring their moves almost perfectly. Ni-ki’s caption read:

“A+ trainee? Or secret 8th member? 🤔👀”

The internet lost it.

“Ni-ki just exposed her???” “Even Y/N can’t resist doing the choreo. She’s one of us 😭” “Secret 8th member confirmed. Just give her a mic already.” “I’m convinced she’s been a fan longer than most of us and now she’s dancing with them. That’s what dreams are made of.”

Some evenings, Y/N would be invited back to the dorm after long schedules. Not often — just when it felt right. The staff trusted her. The boys welcomed her. It became a safe space.

One night, while everyone gathered in the living room to watch a movie, Jay had his head resting lazily on the back of the couch, eyes fluttering closed. Y/N had passed him a blanket without a word, to which he muttered a sleepy “Thank you,” followed by a smile that said far more than his words.

Sunghoon had chuckled, glancing at the quiet moment. “He’s so spoiled now.”

“Isn’t that what love does?” Heeseung teased.

Y/N turned red, but Jay only smirked, eyes still closed. “You guys are just jealous.”

As more interactions surfaced — through unfiltered behind-the-scenes clips, staff vlogs, and subtle comments by the members — the fandom slowly shifted from curiosity to warmth. Y/N wasn’t seen as an intruder anymore. She was a presence that enhanced the boys’ lives, and by extension, the fans’ experience.

“I like how she stays quiet but she’s there. She feels like a grounding presence.” “I love how comfortable the boys are around her. She’s not trying to be anything. Just… Y/N.” “Jay deserves someone who keeps him smiling like that. And I think we all agree now — it’s her.” “She’s not taking the spotlight. She’s just… with them. And that’s beautiful.”

It wasn’t just Jay anymore. It was Heeseung joking with her. Ni-ki filming her mid-dance and cackling when she noticed. Jungwon asking her to test out a handshake with him. Jake and Sunoo teasing Jay together in front of her, saying, “Now he’s gotta act cool all the time. Poor guy.”

Late one night, a Weverse post from Jay appeared.

“It’s been a long road, but I’m happy to be surrounded by people who make every day lighter. You guys too. Thank you for accepting everything with warmth. I won’t forget it. 🖤”

It didn’t mention her. It didn’t need to.

The comments rolled in:

“He means her. I know he means her.” “It’s the way he respects us while protecting her. Jay, we love you.” “This whole story… I feel like we’re witnessing something real. It’s like a fanfic come to life.” “We’re just watching love grow in real time and I’m here for it 😭✨”

And so, as the days passed, Y/N’s presence quietly wove itself into the rhythm of ENHYPEN’s world — not as a guest, not as an outsider, but as something steady. Real. Honest.

Even after everything — the letters, the private meeting, the slowly blossoming bond with the members — Y/N never stopped being a fan first. It was something Jay loved about her. That no matter how close she became, no matter how often she found herself in their practice room or dorms, her admiration never dulled. If anything, it glowed brighter when she watched them from a distance.

So when ENHYPEN began promoting their latest comeback and the whirlwind of music show stages, award appearances, and fan events picked up again, Y/N quietly took a different role. One she cherished more than she expected — that of a supporter, down below the stage, behind the cameras, amid the fans.

She was always careful — hidden in plain sight. A hoodie. A cap. No cameras. No lightsticks raised. Just her, in the middle rows, sometimes with a staff member nearby pretending to be her manager or simply a friend. Her eyes never left the stage once ENHYPEN walked out.

And every single time, her heart raced.

Fans started catching on.

It began with whispers on Twitter:

“I was at the recording today and swear someone in row 5 looked just like H.G.” “Girl was lowkey wearing Jay’s hoodie design. Couldn’t see her face tho.” “Why does it feel like H.G. still goes to their stages?? That’s kind of romantic.” “She watches like us. That’s wild. Imagine being that close and still choosing to cheer from the crowd.”

Then came the fan cams — not of ENHYPEN, but of the audience.

In one clip, a camera caught Jay giving a very brief glance toward a specific row, and nodding with the faintest smirk before the chorus hit. The camera panned to the audience for a second and captured a figure in a muted beige hoodie, clapping quietly.

That was enough.

“IS THAT HER IN THE BACKGROUND?” “Y’all see how he looked right before that?” “He smiled in that direction. Don’t play.” “She’s literally supporting like any other ENGENE. I’m crying.” “They could’ve easily hidden her away backstage. But she chose to be among us.”

At award shows, it became more obvious.

Y/N didn’t sit in front. She chose the far left section, always near the soundboard, where most press or guests stayed. Fans started joking that they had to “scan every low-lit corner” of every awards stage.

Then, at a major year-end award show, the camera panned the crowd during ENHYPEN’s performance. Just for a moment.

One frame.

A girl with her face tilted upward, eyes glassy, mouthing the lyrics to Polaroid Love. No lightstick. No phone. Just her and the moment.

Jay had looked down during that same verse and sang right into the crowd.

“That girl in the beige with no phone... I’m telling you, that’s her.” “She sang along like the song was just for her.” “Jay NEVER sings into the crowd unless he sees someone. That was a moment.” “I think I love H.G. now. Like genuinely. The devotion???” “Imagine having the world watching you and still choosing to sit in the dark just to support him quietly.”

Jay walked into the dressing room, a towel over his neck, sweat beading down his temples. He was still catching his breath.

“She was there, wasn’t she?” Jungwon asked, smirking.

Jay only gave a subtle nod, his lips parting in a quiet smile.

“Every time you see her down there, you perform different,” Sunghoon added, sitting down beside him.

“I don’t mean to,” Jay admitted. “It’s just… she sees me like no one else does. It’s not about perfection with her. She sees everything — the nerves, the slips, the strain. And still cheers. Still stays.”

Sunoo tossed him a water bottle. “She’s your biggest fan, hyung. And honestly, I think she always will be.”

Later that night, Jay posted on Weverse:

“When I look down, sometimes I see someone who reminds me of where it all started. It keeps me grounded. Thank you, whoever you are. You know who you are.”

The comments lit up:

“HE’S TALKING ABOUT H.G. I KNOW IT.” “She’s really there… watching from below.” “Honestly, it’s kind of poetic.” “We love you, H.G. Keep watching him the way you always have.”

Y/N stayed in the crowd for as long as she could. Not for secrecy. Not for fear.

But because, in her heart, even if the world knew her name now… She would always be the girl who loved him from the crowd first.

And that’s something she never wanted to let go.

The nights had grown longer lately.

Not because of practice. Not because of schedules. But because Jay couldn’t stop thinking about her — not just as the girl from the crowd, not just as H.G., but as Y/N.

The girl who once handed him a letter at Coachella, then disappeared like a dream.

The girl who sat cross-legged beside him in the practice room now, humming softly when she thought no one was listening. Who wore a cap and mask to keep herself hidden from fans, but whose smile made him feel more seen than any spotlight ever could.

The girl who had been his fan — but who, without realizing it, had become his person.

He had tried to wait. Tried to be respectful of the pace she needed, the reality she had been thrown into. But love, he was learning, wasn’t something you could just file away until the timing felt perfect.

Because every time she was near — helping Sunghoon stretch before rehearsal, laughing with Ni-ki over a choreography blooper, catching his eye and flashing him that quiet smile — his heart whispered louder:

“Tell her.”

It was a quiet evening. The members had just wrapped up a pre-recording, and Jay invited Y/N to the rooftop garden of the HYBE building — one of the only places where they could be alone, yet surrounded by city lights that made the moment feel cinematic.

Y/N followed, hands in her jacket pockets, her cap pulled low.

“I didn’t know there was a rooftop garden here,” she whispered as she stepped out, the wind brushing against her sleeves.

Jay smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I come here when I need to breathe. Thought I’d show you.”

They walked together in silence at first, Y/N peeking over the rail to admire the Seoul skyline.

Jay, meanwhile, studied her in the soft orange glow of the rooftop lights — her profile, her stillness, the quiet steadiness she carried even in a whirlwind world.

Finally, he exhaled. “Y/N…” She turned toward him, curious. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” he said, voice softer than usual. “And not just because of what you did at Coachella. Or the letter. Or the fanmeet.”

Her eyes flickered with something unreadable.

“It’s more than that,” he continued. “You didn’t just leave a mark on me as H.G. You became someone I want to see in all parts of my life — not just beside the stage, not just in the mirror’s reflection. But… right here. Always.” Y/N blinked, heart thudding in her chest.

“I know this world is scary,” Jay said. “Especially now that more people are watching. And I would never, never, pressure you into something you’re not ready for. But I want you to know—”

He stepped a little closer.

“—I like you, Y/N. Not because you were my fan. But because you’re you. Kind, steady, funny in your quiet ways. You see people. You see me. Not the idol. Just… Jongseong.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat.

“I wanted to tell you now because…” Jay smiled shyly. “Because I think part of me fell for you the day I read your letter. And the rest of me? I fell the moment you stood in the middle of our practice room, dancing like no one was watching.”

She laughed at that, a soft, almost teary sound. Jay continued, “So… if you feel the same — even just a little — I want to take this one step at a time with you. Together.”

Y/N was silent for a moment. The wind brushed strands of her hair from her face. Then, with slightly trembling hands, she reached up and pulled off her cap, letting herself be seen, just for him.

“I didn’t think I’d fall for someone I was supposed to admire from afar,” she whispered. “But I did. Somewhere between the music and your smile… I did.”

Jay’s chest rose and fell, relief and happiness blooming in every inch of him. “I’m scared,” she admitted. “But I’m also really glad it’s you.”

Without thinking, Jay gently took her hand. Warm. Real. And very much here.

“You don’t have to be scared alone,” he murmured. “You never have to be alone again.”

They stood there on the rooftop for a while, fingers loosely interlaced, saying nothing. The silence between them wasn’t heavy — it was peaceful. Safe.

For the first time, Y/N allowed herself to lean on someone. For the first time, Jay felt what it meant to be seen beyond the flashing lights and endless applause.

And under the stars, where only the wind could hear them, their story — once a quiet secret passed through a letter — began its next chapter with the softest, sweetest truth:

They had found each other.

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen x y/n #jay x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x reader

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Rough Me Up | P.JS

「pairing」 : bf!jay x fem!reader 「word count」 : 4.2k

「synopsis」 : you and jay have been together for a few years and you couldn't be happier, but there's was something about your sex life that was just too plain. too vanilla. you wanted something more, but you were scared to ask so you rant to your best friend, only this is..... jay heard everything and he plans on giving you everything you want and more.

「genre」 : smut, tinge of fluff

「warnings」 : MINORS NOT INTERACT!!, cussing, mentions of porn, making out, degration, praising, petnames (princess, baby, love, slut, good girl...), choking, breath play, begging, oral (f. receiving), biting/marking, fingering, manhandling, dom!jay x sub!reader, slight teasing, cum eating, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, cream pie, hair pulling, spitting, bulge kink, breeding kink, lmk if I missed anything!

「notes」 : I would like to wish a very beautiful girl a very happy birthday! happy birthday nessa (aka @heeslomll) I hope you've had an amazing day and that you enjoy this fic I pulled together as a present! I love you sm and can't wait to hear what you think 🤭

“You don’t get it Nia,” You pinched the bridge of your nose, eyes closed as you paced the ground by the end of you and Jay’s shared bed, “you and Jungwon actually have an interesting sex life.” you could recall the times that she had called gushing about all of the new things that they would try, whether you really wanted to know or not.

“Then talk to him girl, it wouldn’t hurt and hey maybe he’s just been scared you wouldn’t be into it.” Nia shrugged from the other side of the phone, she had heard this conversation from you countless times. Even more here as of late because you had just got off your period and were going insane because of ovulation.

You groaned once more, “what am I supposed to tell him? ‘Hey Jay I’m tired of the boring shit you should tie me up and fuck me till I pass out’ or maybe ‘I want you to pull my hair and spit in my mouth’.”

Nia burst out laughing on the other side of the phone causing you to roll your eyes as you walked over to the window. The thoughts of Jay doing all of those things to you were making you all hot and bothered, your thighs subconsciously rubbing together to try and relieve some of the pressure.

“Girl, how much porn have you been watching?” She asked between laughter, “just ask him if he would consider it, you know how much he cares about you y/n.”

You sigh, shaking your head. You knew she was right, that all you had to do was talk to Jay about it, but you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by it. What if he thought that you didn’t enjoy the sex that you did have? Or what if he thought you were weird for being into the more kinkier side of things?

Clearing your throat you just decided that you would just keep your mouth shut, too embarrassed. Biting at your bottom lip you just told Nia that you would call her later and she sighed before saying goodbye and hanging up.

Your whole body felt warm, needing to fill your veins, but Jay was downstairs cooking dinner so you weren’t going to bother him. Trying to shake the feeling off a bit so you could take a shower to maybe cool off, you turned only for your breath to hitch in your throat.

Jay stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. Your heart started to race, heat creeping up your neck, praying that he had just gotten there and didn’t hear a word of your conversation. Your tongue jutted out to wet your lips as you tried your best to keep his intense eye contact.

“H-Hey baby,” You cured yourself for stuttering, instantly giving yourself away. “Is dinner done?” You tried to keep your voice steady as you watched him push off of the door frame, walking towards you.

All of the hairs on your body stood up as Jay made his way closer, his eyes bore into you like a wolf stalking a rabbit. Swallowing thickly you started to back away with every step that he made towards you.

Your heart was beating loud enough that you were sure that he could hear it and your face felt so warm that you started to wonder how you hadn’t passed out yet.

“Jay?” You called out his name as your back came into contact with the wall, stopping your movements. “What are you-”

“You know…” He cut your words short as he closed the space between you, hand pressed against the wall next to your head taking in the panic in your eyes. Your heart nearly stopped when he leaned down until his lips were right next to your ear, “I never thought my sweet little princess was such a nasty slut.”

Your eyes went wide as he backed away to meet your eyes once more, he had heard the conversation. So many things started to spiral in your head, did he really think that? Had you grossed him out?

All of those thoughts came to a screeching halt when he grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up until his lips were merely inches away from yours. Your eyes flutter closed waiting for him to close the space between you. However, he doesn't instead he rubs your bottom lip with his thumb, prompting you to open your eyes.

“Is that something you really want, princess?” He asked, eyes searching yours as you looked up at him. Not having the courage to speak the words you went with nodding your head softly, but Jay just shook his, “I’mma need to hear you say it love.” His voice dropped an octave making your knees weak.

Swallowing thickly, “yes, I want this Jay. Please.” your voice was merely a whisper, but the male had heard it nonetheless.

“Good girl.” Jay’s voice was like honey, coxing you into a trance. Your eyes fluttered closed once more as he closed the gap between the both of you, stealing the air from your lungs. His lips were soft against yours, moving slowly as his hand moved from your chin to encase your throat causing a small squeak to leave you lips, but it was quickly swallowed by his lips.

“Jay.” You whined as he pulled his lips away from yours trailing down your jaw, nipping at the skin. The hand around your throat moved away allowing him to leave wet, hot kisses along your jugular.

You could feel your panties growing wetter and wetter by the second as his hands roamed your body, squeezing your hips before trailing down to your thighs.Before you could even process it Jay lifted you off of your feet, hoisting you up his hip. In seconds Jay’s lips were back on yours as he walked towards the bed, laying you down on the soft mattress. Small whines fell from your lips as his hands wandered from your inner thigh to your core, pressing down enough to elicit an actual moan from your lungs.

Jay pulled away from you so he could take in your dazed eyes, your kiss swollen lips and how your chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. He had been holding back for so long, thinking that you wouldn’t like how rough he could be, but seeing how desperately you had wanted it when you were on the phone with your friend. It was driving him crazy thinking about how much he could ruin you.

His eyes followed your hands as you reached for the hem of his shirt, but he was quick to grab your wrists, holding them in place.

“Here’s the deal baby,” He looked down at you with a lust filled gaze causing you to bite your lip, “if you want this, we’re doing things my way, meaning…” Dropping your hands he grabbed your thighs pulling your lower body flush against his and a gasp escaped from your lips as you felt his erection against your clothed core. “You just be a good girl and listen.”

You nodded quickly, the need to have him touch you growing way too strong to care. Jay smirked knowing that you were already losing yourself, making his job a bit easier. Biting his lip he leaned back over you, pressing his bulge against you, watching your eyes roll slightly.

His hands moved to the hem of your shorts, fingers looping around the band to pull them down. Your whole body was tingling with excitement, you weren’t sure what to expect but you were going to take anything and everything that he has to offer you.

“Jay, please.” You whined, lifting your hips slightly, your body shivering when you felt him against you.

Chuckling, Jay made quick work of your sleep shorts and underwear, leaving your bottom half completely bare. Once the articles of clothing were discarded elsewhere in the room, he moved down until he was face-to-face with your dripping cunt. Your heated gaze followed after him, watching in anticipation.

“Oh you’re dripping baby,” He teased as he spread your folds, taking in the way your hole clenched around nothing. A gasp fell from your lips when buried his face in your cunt, nose bumping your clit as he inhaled your scent. “Fuck princess, you smell so sweet.”

Your thighs already started to tremble when he licked a stripe up your slit before wrapping his lips around your clit. A loud moan ripped through your throat when he started to devour your pussy like it was his last meal.

“Fuck Jay!” You cried out, your hand flying to his head, finger gripping on his hair. You back arched off of the bed, pushing your hips further into his face causing him to groan. Jay was quick to press his hand flat down on your stomach, keeping you in place.

Choked moans fall from your lips as your head falls back, fingers gripping Jay’s hair tightly. The pain only spurred Jay on further.

Sparks flew across your vision as he moved down to your slit, tongue moving along your velvet walls while his nose rubbed your clit in ways that left you seeing stars. Your orgasm was right on the tip of your tongue and your legs shook on either side of his head.

“F-Fuck! Jay!” You cried out as your body started to spasm, toes curling as your orgasm washed over you. Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head as he moves back up to your clit, sucking on it harshly. “Jay, ‘s too much.” Whimpers fall from your lips as he keeps up his pace throwing your body into overstimulation.

“You can take it baby,” He pulled away, allowing your vision to focus for a moment, until his fingers started to trace your entrance. “This is what you wanted after all.” Then he slipped his middle and ring finger inside of your soaping cunt with little to no resistance. Your back started to arch once more, but his hand on your stomach pressed down firmly causing you to whine.

“J-Jay… fuck!” You moaned out as the pace of his fingers picked up, rubbing one picurlier spot which left you lying there breathless. “Jay, shit please.”

Jay didn’t say a word as he latched his lips back to your clit, completely losing himself in the taste of you.

Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears as your mouth gaped open, your head falling back. Stars danced across your vision, your whole body shaking underneath Jay’s hold. The pace of his fingers was relentless as he easily found the spongy spot inside your pussy, making you cry out his name. Your whole body tingled as all of your senses became overwhelmed, thighs trembling, threatening to close. Noticing this, Jay took his hand from your stomach to grip one of your thighs tightly.

You weren’t able to give him a warning as you came around his fingers, as he continued to suck on your clit in time with his fingers. Feeling you squeeze around his fingers as you cried out his name left Jay groaning against you.

“Fuck baby, you came so much.” He cooed at you as his fingers continued to work into your sensitive cunt, prolonging your orgasm until you shook tremendously.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall as he rubs your sweet spot once more. Your hand falls from his hair to grab at his wrist, hoping to pull his hand away from your sensitive pussy.

“Come on, princess, give me one more.” He smirked as he kissed his way up your tummy, moving your shirt out of the way. You whined when his thumb made contact with your clit, your head falling back, allowing Jay to latch his lips to the soft skin of your neck.

“Jay, I can’t, please.” You whimpered as you clenched around his fingers once more, your orgasm right on the horizon, but Jay just sped his fingers up more, causing a choked moan to fall from your lips.

“Take it like a good girl, and stop whining.” He growled against your skin, making your head spin at the tone. Moving away from your neck, he hovered over you, taking in the fucked out expression on your face with a smug smirk. “You are a good girl, right?” He asked, watching in amusement when you shook your head vigorously, biting your bottom lip.

After a few more strokes of his fingers, you came undone around Jay’s fingers for the second time, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as silent screams fall from your lips. Jay’s fingers move along your silky walls, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Your chest heaved as Jay pulled his drenched digits from your core, bringing them up to tap on your bottom lip, looking at you expectantly. You looked at him with dazed, wide eyes.

“Go on, clean my fingers; this is your mess, after all.” He raised an eyebrow, tapping your lips once more, prompting you to open them. He watched with a smirk as you allowed him to stick his soaked fingers into your mouth.

Wrapping your lips around his fingers, tongue dancing around his digits. Your brain nearly short-circuited at the taste of your own release. Jay bit back a groan, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight.

Once he deemed his fingers clean enough, he pulled them from your mouth, watching the string of saliva grow thin until it snapped. You breathed deeply as he moved away from your body, tugging at the strings of his sweatpants.

Your eyes stayed trained on his body as he pulled his shirt over his head, allowing you to ogle at his toned stomach. Feeling your eyes on him, Jay looks over at you, meeting your eyes and sending you a wink. Heat crept up your neck as you kept his eye contact.

After Jay had discarded all of his clothing, letting his hard cock spring free, beads of precum decorating the tip. Your thighs clenched together at the sigh, mouth-watering, wanting nothing more than to crawl to him and let him use your throat until he was content. However, Jay had a different plan, leaving that idea for the next time.

Jay made his way back to the bed, sitting down where his back was pressed against the headboard. You sat up on shaky arms, watching and waiting for his instructions, not wanting to do anything against his command.

“Come here, princess.” He motioned you forward and you did as told, moving towards him on shaky legs.

His hands grab your hips as you straddle his waist, your heart hammering in your chest as the need starts to creep up your spine once more. One of your hands gripped his shoulder while the other went down to his dick, starting to line it up with your entrance. Jay couldn’t help but chuckle at how desperate you were to have him in you.

However, his grip on your hips tightened, keeping you from sinking down onto him fully. A whine tore through your throat as you looked at him with teary eyes. You tried to wiggle your hips as you felt his tip prodding at your entrance, but not quite going in.

“Mmm, what do good girls do?” He asked, leaning forward to press hot kisses along your collarbone. You whined, fingers digging into his forearms as you fought against his grip, just wanting to sink down onto him. Noticing that you weren’t going to do as he said, he pulled away, a hard gaze fixed on his features. “Don’t make me ask again.” Jay’s voice was cold, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

A whine fell from your lips as you met his heated gaze. The tears that pooled at your waterline broke free. Frustration bubbled in your chest, biting on the inside of your cheek. You wanted to talk back and tell him to just let you ride him, but you had a feeling that doing so would just result in the opposite. Then it clicked in your brain: This could be what gets you what you want.

“Just fuck me, Jay.” You sassed with a roll of your eyes and it was then that something switched in Jay’s mind. Something clouds his mind as he flips the two of you around until you are lying on your back, staring at him with wide eyes.

You opened your mouth to say something, but only a small squeak came out as he wrapped his fingers around your neck, squeezing. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, staring up at him, body wiggling underneath him in anticipation.

“What happened to my good girl?” Jay asked the corner of his lip twitching and his eyes growing dark.

You couldn’t help the smirk that started to spread on your lips. You were not entirely sure what was coming over you, but the insatiable need to act out was stronger than ever. The expression, however, only annoyed Jay further, though your next words finally pushed him over the edge.

“The good girl is gone, Jjong, fuck me like the slut that I am.” Your voice was sweet like honey as you stared up at him with doe eyes.

“So you wanna be treated like a slut?” He chuckled darkly, causing more heat to pool in the pit of your stomach, “then I’ll treat you like a slut.”

He then slid inside your wet heat in one go, causing your jaw to go slack, eyes rolling back. Broken moans fall through your lips as his pace picks up, not giving you a moment to adjust. His hold on your throat tightens as he fucks into you, dark spots clouding your vision.

“Who knew you were such a dirty girl?” Jay chuckled, hips snapping into yours, hitting all of the right spots deep inside of your cunt.

His hold on your throat tightens until you are left with very little oxygen supply, making your brain go hazy. Jay watched smugly as your mouth opened, gasping as he positioned his cock into your cunt. It wasn’t until your nails were digging into his wrist, gasping for breath and walls clenching around him tightly, that he loosened his grip, allowing you to breathe.

“Fuck baby, you’re squeezing me so tight.” Jay groaned, his other hand squeezing your hip to keep you in place. As you started to squirm, the sensitivity started to get to you. He watched as your mouth dropped open once more, and a thought flooded into his mind.

Leaning down, “Stick your tongue out, princess.” His voice was husky as he bit back a groan from how tight you were squeezing him, a tell-tale sign that you were close. You whined as he brushed over your sweet spot, pulling more tears from your eyes. Moving his hand from your neck, he grabs your cheeks, smooshing them together, making your eyes focus on him. “Stick your tongue out,” Jay repeated himself with a growl and this time you did as told, letting your tongue loll out.

Jay gathered a ball of saliva in his mouth before spitting into your mouth, watching as it slid down your tongue, which only made him ten times harder. When you closed your mouth to swallow without him telling you to do so, he groaned.

“Jay!” You screamed his name as he slammed into you roughly, inching you closer to your orgasm, black dots clouding your vision.

“Are you close already, baby?” He cooed mockingly as he removed his hand from your face to place it back on your throat, squeezing until a choked moan came from your lips. His other hand then moves down to circle your clit, eliciting a breathless cry from your lungs.

With a few more tweaks of his fingers on your little bundle of nerves had you falling over the edge. Your back arched off of the bed, a strangled cry falling from your lips as your walls started to flutter around Jay’s cock. Jay groaned loudly as he continued to pound into you, relishing in the lewd sounds that came from your spasming cunt.

“Fuck princess,” He chuckled but was cut off as you squeezed him rather tightly, nearly knocking him over the edge as well, but he wasn’t quite ready yet. So he slowed his movements until he was completely still, allowing you to breathe for just a moment.

“J-Jay…” You whined when he pulled out of your abused pussy, but you couldn’t help but feel empty and want nothing more than to have him stuff you full once more.

Just as you were about to open your mouth to beg him to fuck you full of his cum, he let go of your throat and flipped your body around until you were lying on your stomach. A gasp fell from your lips when he grabbed your hips to pull you up, laying on your knees and forearms.

“We’re not done yet, still gotta stuff my little slut full of my cum.” He teased your entrance with his tip once more, listening to your whines, “Stuff you so full you’ll be lucky I don’t get you pregnant.”

A choked gasp fell from your lips as he slid into once more, your cum and slick, making it far too easy to do so. Your eyes roll at the feeling of his tip hitting your cervix with each thrust, making your whole body tremble from the oversensitivity.

“You would like that thought, wouldn’t you?” Jay teased, hands gripping your hips tightly as he continued to fuck into you, “You’d look so fucking hot carrying my baby.” He groaned, just thinking about how swollen your belly would get or how big your breasts would grow; the thought nearly made him bust then and there.

“Please,” You cry out, face muffled by the pillows as your tears stained the fabric under you. Your brain turns into mush as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly, making stars dance across your vision.

However, Jay didn’t like how quiet you had gotten, wanting to hear every little sound you made. So he removed one hand from your hip to trail up your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake until he got to your head. He wrapped his hand in your hair before tugging upward, lifting your body and causing a loud whine to slip from your lips.

“J-Jay, ‘s too much. I can’t-'' You cried out, tears spilling from your eyes. Your body felt overwhelmingly warm as another orgasm crept up your spine, tightening the knot in the pit of your stomach.

“You can, baby, I know you can.” Jay’s voice turned soft, making your mind reel as your head fell back onto his shoulder while his hands fell back to your hips.

Your vision was going hazy as you wrapped your hands around his forearm, trying to ground yourself. However, when Jay pressed down on the bulge in your lower tummy, that little band snapped, and you came all over his cock once more, silent cries falling from your lips as you went lightheaded.

“That’s my good girl; you did so good for me.” Jay cooed against your head, hand moving up to your sternum to hold you close to his body as his own orgasm hit, spilling deep into your womb. His thrust slowed until they came to a full stop inside, plugging his seed in your still tight hole.

Jay pressed soft kisses along your shoulder and neck, waiting until your breathing evened out and you opened your eyes. Once your eyes were open, he pressed a soft kiss against the skin of your cheek.

“Let’s get cleaned up so we can eat dinner.” He whispered softly, trailing kisses along your jaw. You inhaled deeply, trying to focus your vision before nodding, allowing him to take care of you like he normally does.

After you both cleaned up and ate dinner, you were sitting on the couch, cuddled up under a blanket, watching whatever movie you had agreed on. You lay against his chest, playing with his fingers that were wrapped around your waist.

“Princess,” His voice jolted you out of your thoughts, and you hummed, looking up at him. “Don’t ever be scared to talk to me about stuff like that, okay?” He told you, tightening his grip on your waist and pulling you further into him. “I want to make it enjoyable for both of us.”

You felt your chest tighten at the guilty look on his face. Turning around, you sat on your knees in front of him, cupping his face in your hands.

“I will. I promise, my love, and don’t feel guilty, please.” You pouted slightly before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Jay chuckled against your lips before closing the gap and sealing your lips in a gentle and sweet kiss.

The two of you then parted, and you laid on his chest, relishing in his warmth. Jay wrapped his arms around you before turning his attention back to the TV. Not quite tired yet, but once you fell asleep, he turned everything off and carried you to bed.

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