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GONNA GIVE IT TO YOU ✮ IN CAPITAL LETTERS

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。 where you get to spend some time with your boyfriend, even if it's during planning his company event

✸ jay x fem!reader 2.6k fluff slight angst(?) established relationship! au ୨୧ there's some creep involved but jay shoots him down lmao

yn had only just settled into her new routine, finally adjusting to the shift from managing chaos in the bustling hotel lobby to orchestrating it all from the calm, air-conditioned cocoon of her office. the transition to a desk job was a relief she didn’t know she needed—no more running around in heels or constantly diffusing drama at the concierge. she liked the quiet hum of her computer, the organised chaos of her email inbox, and the feel of a warm mug in her hand while she reviewed weekly memos.

it was a peaceful kind of power—one that suited her.

that morning, she was cross-checking upcoming collaborations and events scheduled with external vendors and partners. a few lines down the excel sheet, her eyes landed on a familiar name that made her pause mid-sip of her coffee.

partner company: grey & rowe associates point of contact: mr. jay park event: corporate awards & banquet, joint planning.

she blinked, reread it twice, and then a slow grin spread across her lips. her fingers were already reaching for the office landline, dialing the number listed beside his name, the name she knew by heart anyway. it rang twice before she heard his voice—calm, crisp, and unmistakably professional.

“this is jay park from grey & rowe, how may i help you?”

god, that voice. he always sounded a little deeper when he was at work, like he wore a suit even through the phone. she nearly giggled but bit it back, sitting straighter in her chair as she responded in her best professional tone.

“good morning, mr. park. this is ms. y/l/n from westview grand. i’m calling regarding the upcoming corporate banquet. we’ll be coordinating on that, and i’d like to go over the preliminary details at your earliest convenience.”

there was a beat of silence. she imagined him blinking at his desk, suddenly realising who ms. y/l/n was.

“ms. y/l/n,” he replied, sounding amused now, but still keeping it formal. “pleasure to hear from you. i can definitely make some time today—does late afternoon work for you?”

her lips twitched. “perfect. i’ll have my team prep the initial layout.”

“i’ll bring mockups from our end as well. we’re quite thorough,” he said smoothly, the smile evident in his voice now.

“of course. i wouldn’t expect anything less from grey & rowe. see you at 3pm mr. park.”

and then—

“i love you, baby,” he said without a change in tone. like it was just another line in their conversation. like it was supposed to be there.

she froze.

across her desk to the two junior team members who had just walked in and looked up with wide eyes, both pretending not to have heard anything. yn’s eyes snapped to them. one of them immediately focused back on their laptop, and the other bit the inside of her cheek like she was physically restraining herself from laughing.

yn hissed into the receiver. “jay!”

“i’m not hanging up until you say it back,” he said simply, his voice now just a little cockier. “come on, miss y/l/n. i’ll sit on this line all day.”

“you’re going to get me fired,” she whispered, hand over her mouth as she swiveled slightly in her chair, facing the wall.

“say it,” he sing-songed. “say it or i’m telling your boss you called to flirt with a vendor.”

“i am the boss,” she hissed again, but her lips were twitching into a smile.

“exactly. so you should really be setting a better example. now—say it.”

“jay—”

“say it, y/l/n. i won’t hang up.”

she looked over her shoulder. both juniors were furiously typing now, trying so hard to act casual. she sighed, then rolled her eyes and mouthed fuck it before speaking quietly into the receiver.

“i love you too, baby.”

he hummed, very satisfied. “thank you. that’ll get me through the rest of my spreadsheets. i’ll see you later, boss lady.”

“don’t call me that at work,” she grumbled, already smiling again.

“i can’t help it. you’re so sexy when you’re in charge.”

“jay—”

“bye, baby!” click.

she hung up slowly, forehead lightly tapping her desk. after a moment, she sat up, straightened her blouse, cleared her throat and looked at her team.

“…that was an important call.”

they both nodded way too quickly.

“totally.”

“very professional.”

by the time the afternoon sun poured golden light through the tall glass windows of the westview grand’s conference wing, yn was knee-deep in coordinating the logistics between her hotel and jay’s firm for the upcoming corporate banquet. jay had requested to stay back a little longer to “fine-tune” some alignment points with her staff. she knew it was partly an excuse to stick around her office, but she also knew he was good at his job and the hotel could use the extra help. so she allowed it.

professionally, she was seated at the edge of the meeting table, reviewing updated rsvp numbers on her ipad. her name tag still clipped neatly to her blouse, hair pinned up in a sleek twist, lipstick now mostly faded after her fourth coffee, but she still looked so impossibly poised that jay couldn’t stop staring. she was sharp-tongued, efficient, and clearly in charge—and the combination made it hard for him to concentrate on anything else.

jay was seated across from her, typing something into his laptop while simultaneously watching her work. every now and then, he’d sneak in a comment—sweet, teasing, sometimes downright filthy under his breath.

“do you always look this good when you’re mad at excel sheets?” he murmured lowly when she groaned over a broken formula.

she didn’t look up, just muttered, “i will lock you in the storage room with housekeeping supplies, jay.”

a few minutes later, she stood beside the whiteboard to double-check a floor plan, one hand perched on her hip. jay leaned back in his chair to look her up and down with zero shame before whispering under his breath, “i swear that skirt is a corporate crime.”

she turned her head only slightly to narrow her eyes at him. “HR is literally down the hallway.”

“tell them to arrest me.”

she rolled her eyes but bit back a smile.

when she bent over slightly to grab a usb from the lower cabinet drawer, jay immediately opened his phone and snapped a discreet picture—nothing too scandalous, just her hunched over a file box, hair bun slightly askew, shirt slightly creased from the long day, but still so her. still his.

he typed fast, thumbs flying, and sent it to the group chat.

sending to ❤️ spiritually married (poly relationship) ❤️

jay 📸 [image attached: yn mid-task, laser-focused, biting her pen cap slightly while reviewing papers] “my wife is so hot i’m about to propose for the third time today”

intak

huh? what the hell are you doing at her work 😭

yunjin

nah cause that blouse?? that skirt?? y’all letting her look like that around finance bros???

chaewon

girlie is in her slay era also wdym wife… i didn’t get an invite 🧍🏻‍♀️

jake

so this is why you cancelled lunch with me huh 💔💔💔 it's always been holes before sticks with you

jay

jake i will literally punch u in the stick if u make that joke again they’re making us work together for this boring event thing and she’s been bossing everyone around i’m in love

if you post one more pic of me when i’m mid-email i’m transferring your entire event to housekeeping.

jay

my sexy hotelier 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

back in the room, she side-eyed him but said nothing. her cheeks were dusted pink, her lips twitching in spite of herself as she tried to stay composed in front of one of her junior staff.

“stop posting me while i’m working,” she whispered behind a clipboard, lips close to his ear as she passed behind him.

“you looked so serious,” he replied, turning just slightly toward her. “i had to let the people know you’re mine.”

she snorted quietly, brushing past him to check something with the events team.

later that day, jay accompanied her through the ballroom setup. they were discussing potential table placements, but his hand brushed against hers a little too often. she was trying to focus, but he kept doing little things—fixing her collar unnecessarily, leaning in to whisper comments like “you smell way too good for a wednesday,” and once even tucking a strand of hair behind her ear under the guise of “professional appearance.”

when they stopped by the kitchen for a briefing on the menu, the head chef greeted them both with recognition.

“you two together?” the chef asked casually, flipping through the banquet menu.

yn looked up, caught off-guard. “oh—uh, yeah. yes.”

jay grinned shamelessly beside her. “only for five years and counting.”

she nudged him sharply in the ribs. he did not need to bring up their dating tenure in front of the catering department. but the chef only smiled and nodded, already halfway back to instructing the line cooks.

by 6 pm, the prep was almost done. jay’s team had headed back, but he lingered, helping her stack files and reorganise her desk.

“you could’ve gone back with them,” she said quietly, fingers brushing his as they both reached for the same folder.

“and miss more time with you?” he replied, lips tugging into that soft smile she always melted under.

she sighed, turning toward him. “you’re really annoying sometimes, jay park.”

“but you love me.”

“i do,” she muttered. “unfortunately.”

he leaned in, kissed her forehead, then said, “come home early. i’ll cook.”

“by cook, do you mean to order takeout and claim you made it?”

“exactly.”

she rolled her eyes again, but kissed his cheek before he left, watching as he winked over his shoulder on the way out.

once he was gone, she sat back down at her desk, cheeks still slightly warm, heart fluttering just the tiniest bit even after all these years.

soon it was three days before the event.

the hotel was buzzing with last-minute preparations—calls ringing nonstop, staff running around with fresh linens and schedules, and floral vendors carrying massive bouquets through the back halls. yn was buried in the middle of it all, earphones in one ear, highlighter cap in her mouth, trying to reorganise the refreshment slots between sessions without setting the entire guest experience team on fire.

jay had been in and out of the hotel almost every hour, either finalising setup diagrams, dropping off updated invoices, or checking on vendor arrivals. every time he passed by her desk, he made it a point to brush his fingers against hers or tap her water bottle twice—their quiet little signal of i see you, baby.

but there was a new, unwanted presence floating around today.

matt.

recently transferred from another property to “observe and support” major events, as per the general manager’s directive, matt was all loud opinions, over-eager grins, and trying-too-hard swagger. from the moment he entered the planning room, yn wanted to fake a fire drill and bolt.

“miss y/l/n,” he drawled, sliding into the seat beside her, far too close. “heard you’re the brain behind this whole operation. i can see why they put you in charge.”

she didn’t even glance at him. “it’s a team effort.”

“yeah, but i mean, it’s obvious who’s running the show,” he continued, ignoring the polite tone of her reply, and then—he winked.

she wanted to throw her pen at him.

the first time jay saw matt was when he returned from the hotel’s printing center. his eyes immediately went to yn, who had her arms crossed and her face in that familiar i’m two seconds away from slapping someone expression. and then he saw matt. lounging in the chair beside her, grinning like he was on a game show, clearly flirting with her in the most annoying, half-patronising way.

jay’s jaw tightened.

he walked over, placed the updated floor plans on yn’s desk, and cleared his throat.

matt turned around. “oh hey, you’re from… associates or something, right?”

jay didn’t answer. he simply offered a sharp smile and extended a hand. “jay park. lead poc from grey & rowe associates.”

matt shook it lazily. “matt kang. apparently, i’m helping out with this gig now too.”

“oh?” jay cocked his head. “and what exactly are you helping with?”

matt smirked. “just, you know, supporting where i can. especially with yn—figured she could use an extra hand.”

jay turned his gaze to yn for the briefest second—she gave him a tight smile, one that silently screamed don’t stab him. he returned his eyes to matt.

“that’s interesting,” jay said smoothly, stepping slightly closer, his voice still calm. “because yn’s had this event under control for weeks now. she’s the most capable person in this building.”

matt chuckled. “no doubt. just thought she might appreciate the company.”

jay’s smile didn’t falter. “she’s not short on company.”

there was something about the way jay said it—level, soft, yet laced with unmistakable challenge—that made matt shift in his seat slightly. but still, he pushed on, clearly not reading the room.

“can’t say i mind working beside a pretty face, though,” matt said, leaning closer toward yn as if jay wasn’t even there.

yn blinked at him, lips parting in disbelief, but before she could say anything, jay spoke again.

“i’d be careful how you speak to my girlfriend, matt.”

the air went silent. a few heads in the room turned. matt froze for a second, looking back and forth between them.

jay crossed his arms.

“yeah,” he said, voice dangerously calm, “you’ve been flirting with the person i wake up beside every morning.”

matt’s face paled for just a second before he tried to recover with a weak laugh. “oh man—sorry, i didn’t realise—”

“you didn’t ask,” jay cut in, the edge in his tone razor-sharp. “and if i hadn’t been standing here, would you have kept at it?”

yn’s lips twitched. she didn’t speak, didn’t have to. jay’s entire stance, the way he stood just in front of her desk now, subtly between her and matt—it was all doing the talking.

“i—” matt started again, but jay didn’t wait for another excuse.

“she doesn’t need your help, your comments, or your attention,” he said flatly. “so maybe keep your eyes on your clipboard and not on my girl, yeah?”

yn coughed to hide her smile. several people in the room were pretending not to be watching the scene like daytime soap.

matt swallowed and nodded once. “right. of course.”

he shuffled off a second later, muttering something about checking in with the banquet team. jay didn’t even spare him another glance.

the second they were alone, yn leaned back in her chair with a satisfied smirk.

“well damn,” she teased, crossing her legs slowly. “i didn’t even need to say anything.”

jay looked down at her, his expression softening immediately. “you shouldn’t have to.”

she smiled at that. “you were kinda hot just now.”

jay raised a brow. “kinda?”

she tilted her head. “fine. very hot.”

he leaned forward, palms resting on the desk, his face suddenly close to hers. “you like when i put little boys in their place?”

her cheeks flushed.

“jay—”

he kissed her cheek and pulled back with a smug grin. “come on. you owe me coffee now.”

she stood up, grabbing her planner and laptop. “only if you admit you got jealous.”

he opened the door for her. “oh, baby. i wasn’t jealous.”

“no?”

“i was just furious that someone thought they had a chance with ms. y/l/n.”

they walked off side by side, yn’s hand bumping against his every few steps. and although she didn’t say it out loud, her heart was warm, giddy, and very satisfied that jay park was hers.

nessie 🗯️ yeeeee ive been wanting to post this for a while now i loooveeeee ceo jay core it's always so hot

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OH MY FOSH I USED TO LISTEN TO MANESKIN SO MUCH IN LIKE 2K22 OH MY GOD PLSSSSSSSSSSS

OMG I LOVE YOU WHAT??

i went to their concert last summer and it was amazing, hope they get back together soon bc i crave new rock music ☹️

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DEEMIII THIS THIS THEME IS SO PRETTY OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDD

i LOVE shades of maroon and red so im eating this up TRUSSTT

aaaa tysm 😭🫶 i based it around the song "valentine" by måneskin so that's were the red came from (tbh i wanted to save this for valentines bc it fits but i couldnt wait ☹️)

#┆ ⤿ 💌 ⌗ mail #: ̗̀➛ mutuals #: ̗̀➛ from : ness

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jaysguitarstring · 8 days ago

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new theme!!

#⋆｡°✩ demi's rambles #jaysguitarstring

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perm taglist 🫶

@sunooselle @vintageriki

WRITTEN IN INK — park sunghoon.

SYNOPSIS — in which sunghoon breaks your heart not because he wanted to, but because he had no choice — and now, all he has left are words he should’ve said when he still had the right to say them.

series m.list

PAIRING — ex bf sunghoon x fem reader, break up forced by parents trope

GENRE — angst

WORD COUNT — ~0.6k

WARNINGS — family pressure, break up

TAGLIST — reply to this post or send an ask to be added to the taglist. here's a form to fill out instead if you're shy :)

he didn’t react when you walked away.

didn’t beg, didn’t chase, didn’t even ask you to stay.

just stood there in the marble hallway of his family’s estate — expression blank, hands clenched at his sides — as if losing you was just another sacrifice written in his bloodline.

no one saw him for weeks after that. he skipped the gala circuit. missed interviews.

but months later, buried under the weight of everything he couldn’t say out loud, there’s a letter in your mail. you open the fancy envelope, just to see messily torn, tear-stained pages filled with his pretty handwriting.

my dearest y/n,

i don’t know what made me sit down and write this tonight.

maybe it’s the quiet. maybe it’s the weight.

or maybe it’s because i still wake up expecting to see you beside me, before i remember i’m the one who let you go.

i should've never brought you here for dinner that night. my head keeps reaplaying the scene like it wants to remind me that i was stupid to let you go. the way you looked at me when i had to tell you it was over makes my heart ache — like the sky had collapsed and i was the one who pulled it down.

i wish i could tell you that i didn’t mean it.

that i wanted to run after you.

that every step you took away from me felt like a part of my heart was being torn out.

but i didn’t move.

because they were watching.

i’ve spent my whole life being told who to be, how to stand, who to love — or rather, who not to.

they said you’d ruin me.

that being with you would destroy everything they built.

but what they never understood is that you were the only thing that ever made me want to build something of my own.

i’ve spent the past few months having to fake everything, like i'm once again the lonely teenager i was a few years ago. nodding at the right moments. smiling at parties. saying things i don’t mean.

it feels like everything went downhill again the moment i let you leave.

every part of this house reminds me of you, even if i deeply hate it.

the piano you begged me to play. the hallway where we slow-danced at midnight. the stupid sweater you left on my chair that i still haven’t moved.

and it hurts.

god, it hurts.

because i didn’t lose you in some tragic accident.

i lost you because i wasn’t brave enough to fight for you.

and maybe that’s worse.

because it means it was a choice.

that i had a choice.

you once told me i was hard to read. that you wished i’d say how i felt instead of just sitting there with my silence and my soft apologies.

i guess this is me finally saying it.

too late, i know.

but i need you to know that i loved you.

that i love you.

and no amount of legacy, wealth, or family name will ever mean more to me than the time i spent being yours.

i don’t expect you to forgive me or my parents.

i don’t expect anything.

but i just want you to know that once i'm out of this god-damned mansion, i will find you again.

i promise.

i just wish i was allowed to show you how much i love you earlier.

i'll wait for you.

always yours,

— hoon.

taglist @ikeu05

@jaysguitarstring 2025. translations and reposts are prohibited.

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jaysguitarstring · 8 days ago

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WRITTEN IN INK — park sunghoon.

series m.list

PAIRING — ex bf sunghoon x fem reader, break up forced by parents trope

GENRE — angst

WORD COUNT — ~0.6k

WARNINGS — family pressure, break up

TAGLIST — reply to this post or send an ask to be added to the taglist. here's a form to fill out instead if you're shy :)

he didn’t react when you walked away.

didn’t beg, didn’t chase, didn’t even ask you to stay.

just stood there in the marble hallway of his family’s estate — expression blank, hands clenched at his sides — as if losing you was just another sacrifice written in his bloodline.

no one saw him for weeks after that. he skipped the gala circuit. missed interviews.

my dearest y/n,

i don’t know what made me sit down and write this tonight.

maybe it’s the quiet. maybe it’s the weight.

or maybe it’s because i still wake up expecting to see you beside me, before i remember i’m the one who let you go.

i wish i could tell you that i didn’t mean it.

that i wanted to run after you.

that every step you took away from me felt like a part of my heart was being torn out.

but i didn’t move.

because they were watching.

i’ve spent my whole life being told who to be, how to stand, who to love — or rather, who not to.

they said you’d ruin me.

that being with you would destroy everything they built.

but what they never understood is that you were the only thing that ever made me want to build something of my own.

it feels like everything went downhill again the moment i let you leave.

every part of this house reminds me of you, even if i deeply hate it.

the piano you begged me to play. the hallway where we slow-danced at midnight. the stupid sweater you left on my chair that i still haven’t moved.

and it hurts.

god, it hurts.

because i didn’t lose you in some tragic accident.

i lost you because i wasn’t brave enough to fight for you.

and maybe that’s worse.

because it means it was a choice.

that i had a choice.

you once told me i was hard to read. that you wished i’d say how i felt instead of just sitting there with my silence and my soft apologies.

i guess this is me finally saying it.

too late, i know.

but i need you to know that i loved you.

that i love you.

and no amount of legacy, wealth, or family name will ever mean more to me than the time i spent being yours.

i don’t expect you to forgive me or my parents.

i don’t expect anything.

but i just want you to know that once i'm out of this god-damned mansion, i will find you again.

i promise.

i just wish i was allowed to show you how much i love you earlier.

i'll wait for you.

always yours,

— hoon.

taglist @ikeu05

@jaysguitarstring 2025. translations and reposts are prohibited.

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