#aureyaa thoughts

[aureyaa]

Photos you take of your boyfriend Jaehyun

[aureyaa]

That truck is my worst enemy 😭

I can’t believe my beloved White Truck of Death would betray me and come for my baby Sieun like this.

[aureyaa]

02. wake up call

wc: 296

you sit on the edge of the bed, still staring at the silver ring on your finger as if it is goading you. your palms are wet. your lips dry. the air has a trace of cologne and something sugary—a likely champagne.

jay's still asleep next to you, one arm tossed across the pillow, hair tousled, face annoyingly serene. as if he didn't just sleepwalk into marriage last night.

you flounder. for a moment, you consider not waking him at all. maybe you can quietly slip out. pretend this never happened. burn the marriage license and disappear.

but. then he rolls over slightly, reaching down with your eyes to where he's got the ring on. matching yours.

your gut. flips.

you lean over. and push him gently on the shoulder. "jay."

nothing.

you push him again, harder this time. "jay. wake up."

he turns his head into the pillow, groaning. "five more minutes."

you're. blinking. seriously?

"jay," you tell him, louder. now, voice strained. "this is not a five more minutes thing. get up."

he opens one eye, groggy brow scrunching into light adjustment. his voice is a grind. "what's going on…?"

you gaze at him. "we need to discuss something."

he rolls onto his side some, still sort of asleep, until his eyes rove over your hand. and then to his.

you observe the exact second his expression clears—confusion, realization, terror.

"what the freaking heck?" he springs upright, blinking frantically. "is that—wait, are we—"

you hold up the wedding certificate from the nightstand and put it in his lap.

he stares at it. then at you. then back at it.

"…we were married?"

you nod slowly. "yeah. looks like it." beats of silence.

then he rubs his hair and grunts, "…i don't even remember proposing."

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note: i have been revived from my one month slumber. i also hope i did not miss anyone on the taglist i just updated it today 😣

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01. reality check

vegas was supposed to be a wild ride. a break from reality, letting go, and making memories—not mistakes.

but here you were, sitting on a hotel bed, staring at the ring on your finger like it would disappear if you blinked enough times. your head pounded, your mouth was dry, and all that had happened the night before was only a blur of flashing lights, blaring sounds, and laughter.

this had to be a joke. a prank. a really bad dream.

but then you turned your head. and there he was.

jay. sleeping, half-buried under the sheets, his dark hair tousled, breathing deep like he didn't have a care in the world. you looked down at his hand, and that's when the reality of the situation really sank in.

a matching ring. matching with the one on his left ring finger.

your stomach dropped.

you downed a ragged breath, advising yourself to be quiet, but it was too late when shards of last night fell into place. the cloudy silhouette of a wedding chapel. laughing. his fingers entwined with yours. a tipsy, carefree "why not?" forewarned by huzzahs.

no. no, no, no.

you screwed your eyes closed, but when you opened them again, everything stayed the same. the ring. he.".

this was not a mistake. this was marriage.

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note: i hope i didn’t miss anyone

[aureyaa]

Photos you’ve taken of your boyfriend! YUSHI

[aureyaa]

11:55

Mark stepped into the cold night, spotting you leaning against the wall with a coffee cup in hand. The soft glow of the streetlamp lit up your face, and for a second, he forgot how tired he was.

“You’re early,” you teased, holding the cup out to him.

Mark took it, his fingers brushing yours. “Couldn’t keep you waiting.”

“Five minutes, huh?” you asked with a playful smile.

He chuckled, looking down at the steaming drink. “Five minutes,” he said, meeting your gaze. “But for you? I’d wait as long as it takes.”

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"What We Lost"

nishimura riki x fem! reader

angst

The town felt smaller than you remembered. Maybe it was because you had been gone for so long, or maybe it was because everything had changed since the last time you were here.

You weren't supposed to come back. You had sworn you wouldn't, that you had nothing left here, that there was no one left to come back for. But life loved to play nasty tricks on a fellow, and when your mom called to let you know the old homestead was being sold, you came back.

Everything was different: the streets, the air, and the way people looked at you with quiet recognition before looking away. The worst of all was that he was still here.

Riki Nishimura.

You hadn't seen him yet, but you knew it was just a question of time. Small towns didn't leave room for avoidance. No matter how you wanted to get by, even feigning his non-existence, the memories of him bled into every nook and cranny of this place.

The basketball court where you sat for hours while he practiced. The convenience store where he'd buy you all your favorite snacks. The bridge where you last spoke, and where everything changed.

"You don't have to leave."

"And you don't have to stay.

That was the difference between you and Riki: he had always been content with this town, the familiarity of it, the safety. You wanted more. More than the same streets, the same faces, the same cycle of predictability. He'd never understand that.

"Why can't you just be happy here?"

"Because I want a life bigger than this!"

"So that's it, then? You're just going to leave everything behind?"

"If I stay, I will never forgive myself."

You had left the next morning without saying goodbye. And he had never called. Never texted. Never tried to bring you back.

Why was it still hurting?

You told yourself you wouldn't think about him anymore, that he was just a piece of your past, a boy who had once meant everything to you but no longer did.

But the universe had other plans.

You had seen him for the first time in two years on the second night of your return.

It was late, the air cool with the scent of rain earlier in the evening. You were walking home from the store and saw him: standing outside the basketball court, hands in his pockets, his head tilted up toward the sky.

He was the same. Yet, he wasn't.

He was taller now, sharper, his once soft features hardened with time. His hair was longer, the strands falling messily over his forehead, but it was his eyes that caught you off guard.

He looked tired.

He must have sensed you staring because he turned, and the moment his eyes met yours, your breath caught in your throat.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, his lips parted. "You're back."

You swallowed, your hands tightening a fraction on the plastic bag. "Just for the weekend."

A flicker of something crossed his face, too quick to catch. "Right." He nodded slowly, weight shifting from one foot to the other. "Didn't think I'd see you again."

You forced a small, hollow smile. "Yeah, well. Life's funny like that.

The silence stretched between you until the weight of all the things left unsaid hung heavy in the air.

You should have walked away. But you didn't.

"Do you ever think about that night?" Riki asked suddenly, his voice quieter now, rougher.

You knew exactly which night he meant.

"I try not to," you admitted.

His lips pressed into a thin line. "I do."

You inhaled sharply, but he wasn't done.

"I think about it all the time," he went on, his eyes dark and unreadable. "I think about what would have happened if I had asked you to stay. If I had been selfish. If I had-" He cut himself off, exhaling harshly.

You hated how your heart clenched. Hated how the words could catch at your resolve and make it falter.

"But you didn't," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

His jaw clenches. "Would it have made a difference?"

 

You hesitate. And that's all he needs.

 

He lets out a soft laugh, but there's no humor in it. "Right." He steps back, pushing his hands into his pockets. "I'm glad you got out, you know. You always wanted more."

 

There was something in his voice that tugs at your throat.

 

"Riki—

"Take care of yourself, okay?" he said, turning away before you could say anything else.

And just like that, he was gone.

You stood there for what felt like a long time, staring at the spot where he'd been, the echoes of the past ringing in your ears.

Perhaps in another life, things might have gone differently; maybe in that other life, you would have stayed.

But not in this one.

And he had let you go.

[aureyaa]

0. Trouble Makers

cool-headed and confident, until Vegas throws him off course. He aking up married wasn’t one he saw coming, but now he just has to figure out what happens next.

Jake – the enabler. the one who probably handed Jay one too many shots that night and is already laughing about the consequences.

Sunghoon – the skeptical one. He’s not judging, but he is questioning every single life decision that led to this moment.

Heeseung – the voice of reason (who was clearly ignored). he’ll be the one trying to fix the mess, even if he’s secretly amused.

Sunoo – the gossip. he already has all the tea and is ready to spill it to the group chat.

@right-person-wrong-time @sumzysworld

note: first profiles are out 🥳

[aureyaa]

go home

t.yushi x fem. reader

pc: 3

warnings: enemies to lovers (kinda???), reluctant caretaker vibes, also short but may continue

[aureyaa]

Photos you’ve taken of your boyfriend! SUNOO

[aureyaa]

Photos you take of your boyfriend Jisung

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Photos you take of your boyfriend Chenle

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03. side reactions

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note: ik it’s late I fear I need to have a schedule or I’ll forget 😔

[aureyaa]

Another marksung TikTok I’m overjoyed

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Y’all accidental marriage in Vegas smau let’s go

Lesssssgooooooo

[aureyaa]

Easy

j.jaehyun x fem. reader

summary: Jaehyun always finds his way back to you—effortless, inevitable. You should walk away, but with him, everything feels easy. And tonight, you let it.

warnings: none

wc: 561

The city breathed at night, slow and heavy, like a lover caught between dreams. Streetlights flickered, casting a golden hue over empty sidewalks, and the quiet hum of late-night traffic filled the air. Somewhere in the distance, a car horn blared, followed by the distant murmur of people leaving a bar. But here, in this dimly lit booth, time stretched between you like a game neither of you ever really won.

Jaehyun sat across from you, his fingers drumming lazily against the scratched wooden table, his dark hoodie slightly damp from the misty drizzle outside. He had that look again-the one that made your resolve crack before you even had a chance to hold onto it. A small knowing smirk, the kind that never meant trouble on the surface but always carried the weight of it beneath.

"You always drink alone?" The voice was melodious, bantering. He was working on a familiar script.

You made a face before leaning back into your seat. "You ever ask the same questions?"

"Only when I already know the answer," he whispered, before cocking his head to better study you.

Of course, he knew the answer. He always did. That was the thing about Jaehyun—he could read you like an open book, flipping through your pages at his own pace, skimming the parts he already knew by heart.

You turned your eyes back to the glass, down to the way the ice dissolved into the amber liquid. "You shouldn't be here."

"But you knew I would come," he replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Maybe it was. Because Jaehyun always found his way back to you again, as well as could be expected with the constancy of a bad habit. He never fought for space in your life, never begged for a second chance. All he did was exist there, waiting for you to let him inside. It was frustrating, and dangerous.

It was easy.

"You look tired," he said after a beat, voice softer now. His fingers brushed along the rim of your glass out of habit; eyes darting across your face as though it was a well-worn truth he had the urge to remember.

"I am," you say.

Jaehyun leans into his elbows, forearms braced on the table. "Then why are you still here?"

You exhale a brief laugh. "Funny. I could ask you the same thing."

Something flickered across his face, for just a moment—too fast to grasp. Then he was smiling again, that charm sliding in so easily. "Maybe I missed you."

"Jaehyun—"

"Don't," he interrupted softly. "Don't push me away when we both know you'll just let me back in."

Your breath caught, because he was right, and it was a truth you despised. No matter how many times you told your head this had to be it, that finally you should, would, or could walk away, here you sat, once again, face to face, pretending like a fool that the same mistake would not happen for the umpteenth time.

Jaehyun's hand found yours, his fingers warm against your cold ones. You could pull away. You should pull away.

But you didn't.

"Let's not make it complicated," he muttered. "It's always been easy with us."

And maybe that was the problem. Because nothing easy ever lasted.

But tonight, just for tonight, you let it.

You laced your fingers through his, sighing softly.

"Yeah," you whispered. "It is."

Jaehyun smiled, and just like that, it was easy again.