#jaehyun comfort

[taetr4ck]

Helloo! Could I request for a jealous sulky bf jaehyun when his s/o is spending a lot of time with bff mark? Hehe ❤️❤️

JEALOUS JAEHYUN BF TEXTS !

jeong jaehyun x reader, no warnings— angst, comfort. taglist form.

a/n : this is a request from june 2023 😭 i'm soooo sorry babes my inbox is doing a very terrible job (this is really my fault lol) 👎🏻 i hope you like this tho ! 😙 and this really took an angsty turn omg...

taglist : @soul-is-a-strange-kid @haechansbbg @bath1lda @k-labels

⋆ taetr4ck, est may 2023. / requests open

[daystiny]

~ love is a music box ~

Pairing: cursed!jung jaehyun X fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Comfort

Warnings: crying, anxiety

Word Count: 1.2k

AN: Happy birthday to Sammie!! @0429a I'm sorry for making this late :( I've had the idea of writing this for a while now, and I wanted to write it for you! I hope you enjoy this story, and a happy belated birthday ❤️

I will tell you a story or unrequited love, a romance that could’ve ended better. Love that would have reciprocated on one side if the other had the chance - if he could express what he felt inside. If he had not been exiled into the confines of a music box for all of eternity.

There was once a man named Jung Jaehyun. His age was unknown; his birthplace - untalked of, his likes and dislikes - also not to anyone’s knowledge. Some people even questioned his existence. Years ago, they wondered whether or not it was truly possible to fall in love at first sight. But now, there was no doubt in the world that it was possible, and that it would be Jaehyun who made everyone who took as much as a glance become absolutely infatuated with him.

And soon, it was widely held that it was possible to fall in love more than once - with the same person. To fall for his charm, then his physique, his lips, his smirk, his stare, - his perfection. 

And they adored his voice, above all! They loved when he would sing aloud on the street during his morning walks and on his way back from work. Jaehyun blessed the neighbourhood with a merry morning call and pulled them in to sleep with a lullaby.

Jaehyun knew well of the countless eyes on him, and yet, he was never able to make a single emotional connection with anyone. He didn’t mind the appreciation of others, but he feared the opposite circumstance, if it came to be. He didn’t fear hatred - for he was as full of self love as he was with flowing compassion for others.

Jaehyun feared indifference - what life would be like if everyone’s perception of one another was not of admiration, nor of resent. If there was no perception at all. If nothing meant anything to anybody - not even his loved ones - not even the ones he meets on a regular basis. If he could contribute nothing to this world. 

Jaehyun feared that one day, he’d only be seen as a pretty face; that he’d only be heard as a pretty voice. He was afraid of not being observed for his potential, that his thoughts and beliefs would never be listened to.

And that made the man shudder by himself in his room. The thought shook Jaehyun awake one night. Frantically, he made his best efforts to reason with himself. “Do they just like the look of me?,” he murmured to himself. “Could I even make a single friend in my life?”. 

Eventually, he broke down, not knowing whether his self-talk was his denial or truth. “I just wish they’d stop gawking at me!”, his voice croaked. Jaehyun tried to snap out of his fear by calming down. He let the tears he had been holding fall down to his porcelain cheeks, onto his silk sheets and pillow - the ones who understood his struggle most of all.

It took a thousand clicks of the wall clock to lull his overwhelmed brain to sleep.

And one harsh, metal snap to wake him up.

Starting the next day, all of Jaehyun’s worries and anxieties became reality. He had lost all physical sensation and his entire body. His inhalations and exhalations were defined by the grinding of metal that echoed ever so slightly in the grand void of his surroundings.

“Am I dead?”

The man’s eyes widened. He did not say that. He knew he didn’t. He couldn’t even say anything, but it was as if his thoughts were occupying the hollow  confines of… whatever prison he was trapped in. His lingering thoughts rebounded in the space, getting louder this time, and driving him mad. He had no hands to block his ears, no body to curl himself into and keep him safe. 

He was entirely, completely vulnerable to himself.

The agonising sentiment died away when he heard some booming footsteps approach, and he could observe the scene of a gift shop through a tiny keyhole. He felt his vision blur, making him dizzy, as though he was moving quickly from one place to another.

Until he was placed on a lower platform.

“That’ll be ₩10,000.”

“Thank you,”

The quick switching of hands, from the salesman to the woman who bought the box he was locked in, made Jaehyun feel a rush of emotions in his head. “Where are you taking me? Who are you? Was I just sold??”

The man experienced a second rush of anxiety and his deafening thoughts attacked him again. He wanted to dissociate with himself, but at the moment, he had no self. No purpose. He continuously expected the worst as his attack drew near.

That was until the lady left the shop and flipped a switch on the tiny box she had purchased. Jaehyun was silenced immediately, and in his panic, he expected to be rushed over with even more stress. 

However, a cool wave of happiness came over him. For the first time since the morning, Jaehyun felt relaxed. Happy, even. He even felt the desire to sing a little, as he usually does at the break of dawn. Even at a later time in the day, he could be her morning call.

But a melody he had never heard before rang from the box.

“So whenever you ask me again

How I feel

Please remember

My answer is you”

Jaehyun paused, confused by what had just occurred, until he heard the woman who bought him speak again.

“Who would’ve thought that a music box could sing with such a pretty voice?” she whispered. Jaehyun didn’t know whether this was a rhetorical question or not, but he made his best attempt to answer her anyway:

“In all honesty, miss, I’m really not sure,”

Unfortunately, the lady didn’t hear him. She simply placed the box into her purse and walked on. It was later on when the man had registered what she had called, and to his horror, Jaehyun realised:

“Wait. I’m… a music box?”

Timeskip…

About a year had passed since the lady - who he now knew as Y/N - had bought the music box from the store. Over the first few days of sitting on her bedside table, Jaehyun believed he’d dread every moment he spent as an inanimate object, despising every other time she would click the box’s setting to make him play the same song. Shortly after, he didn’t really mind. It was a sweet melody, but he didn’t write it, and had never heard it before. It felt ungenuine to him.

Over time, Jaehyun realised that the only one he could sing was insufficient in expressing his message. He wanted to convey more - to give more music to Y/N’s heart. He wrote songs in his spare time, while he and Y/N were in the same room: while he watched her struggle and succeed throughout her journey in university and laugh on the phone with her friends with a smile larger than life. Jaehyun fell deeper and deeper in her warm embrace that she offered simply with her words and attention. He was starting to love Y/N. 

“I love you, Y/N L/N”, he whispered. He let the sentiment flow through the expanse, allowing it to echo in the passages of the music box, of his soul. He played it over and over again in the space of his being, hoping that he could tell you one day and that you’d hear him. 

“먼 길을 다시 돌아간다 해도

난 여전히 같은 맘일 테니까

We'll be alright

I want to try again”

© daystiny, all rights reserved

[cigarettesaftersuh]

⟡ boyfriend jaehyun.

[mymoodwriting]

416, angst, comfort, tears, sobbing, break down (@peanutpinet)

“Come here.”

Those words were enough to send the tears falling. The weight of the world had come crashing down on you and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Words weren’t needed, not soft smiles, just open arms and caring eyes. You walked over to Jaehyun, each step further and faster than the last until you felt his warm embrace. The tears had turned to a river, and you held him tight as you broke the dam. Jaehyun didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to, he just held you tight and let you unburden yourself.

It’s not like you’d be able to speak anyway. Your throat was burning from the tears, and if you attempted to speak it burned more. No matter how desperately you wanted to use your words but your own body was stopping you. It wouldn’t be enough anyway, so you just cried. You cried and cried into Jaehyun’s chest, feeling it all cover over you like a sudden storm. There was so much you carried, so much you struggled with, and you couldn’t hold it anymore. This was what you wanted, what you needed. Just someone to hold, to make you feel seen, to give you the space to just let go and breathe.

You were grateful for the silence and the warmth that came with it. All you wanted was to be held. To know that someone would just be with you, to comfort you and make you feel better. You knew you’d be alright in the end, somehow, but in this moment you couldn’t see the future, just feel the aches and pain. It didn’t matter for however long you’d be wrapped up in Jaehyun’s arms, all that mattered was that he was there for you in the way you needed. Life, the world, it had all gotten to you, and he understood that all you needed now was his presence.

When it became too much to stand he gently sat down with you, still holding you and letting you spill out your sorrows. You were so grateful for this moment, to break down and to be in the hands of someone you cared for, someone who cared about you as well. This wasn’t gonna make the pain go away, or magically heal you, but it could give you the strength to stand up, to hold your head up high, and keep going. That’s all you needed right now, just the strength to move forward.

“I got you.”

“Thank you…”

[spidergaon]

[liu-yu-xin]

NOT TO PEDDLE MY JAEHYUN WINWIN REAL FRIENDS PROPAGANDA AGAIN but winwin is almost never the one to initiate putting his arm around another neo Except for jaehyun ☝️

[mystic-hyuck]

better with you (j.jh)

pairing - jeong jaehyun x reader

genre - hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

warnings - depressive episode, anxiety & insecurity, allusions to past self-harm (scars, nothing graphic), disordered eating. please do not read if these topics are triggering to you. this in no way is intended to romanticize any of these topics but is written as comfort for myself and hopefully for others :) my messages and inbox are ALWAYS open to anyone who'd like to talk about anything at all

w/c - 744

a/n - I apologise for the amount of hurt/comfort I've written for NCT it's like therapy for me

There were few things that scared Jaehyun. He liked to think he was a pretty carefree guy, that didn't stress about the little things. There were few things that scared him, but seeing you like this had always made him fearful and worried.

You were on a short break from college, and Jaehyun was already regretting not asking for time off his work too. He was missing you; you saw each other often enough but found lately spending quality time together was becoming increasingly difficult.

He knew something was off the moment he'd opened the door. Your shared home was too quiet, too calm. His heart sped up as he opened the door to your bedroom.

Just as he feared, you laid there under a pile of blankets, the soft sound of your breathing being the only evidence of your presence. You'd warily told him of your history with depressive episodes and self-harm, and he'd often reassure you it was never something he'd leave you for. It hurt him more than anything to see you like this. Seeing someone who made every waking second of his life so much better struggling so much made him want to help you in whatever way he could.

He slowly made his way to your side, crouching beside the bed so he was at eye level with you. You tried to suppress the tears threatening to fall as you meet his concerned gaze, a comforting dimpled smile on his face. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, cradling your cheek in his hand. "Hey princess, I missed you today."

You sniffled, a tear falling down your cheek. "I'm sorry Jae. I-I couldn't get out of bed this morning."

He wiped the tear gently with his thumb. "Don't apologise Y/N, these things happen. Do you want to talk about it?"

"I'm scared I'm annoying people, Jae. I worry at school people are getting sick of me, that you're tired of me every time I'm like this. It's just too much for my mind to handle at times."

Jaehyun had always been good at keeping his composure but listening to your teary confession almost shattered it. "I will never ever get tired of you. You're my energy boost, you make my life so much better. It hurts me seeing you like this because you deserve so much more in life but you're allowed to feel like this. As long as you remember I'm always here for you and I'm never going anywhere unless you tell me to." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Now, you haven't eaten anything today, have you?" You hesitated for a moment before shaking your head. He frowned. "You should've called me so I could take care of you, love. I'll go get something small for you to eat now."

He knew you couldn't stomach much when you felt like this, so he grabbed a small snack. You appreciated his thoughtfulness as he slowly encouraged you to eat some before laying down in the bed beside you. You turned to face him as he began to draw small shapes on your waist. You felt calm for the first time all day, fully relaxed in Jaehyun's hold. His other hand held yours loosely, as he began to run his thumb over the thin raised lines that littered your wrist. They were already years old, but the idea of you ever doing that to yourself made his heart break. He brought your hand up to kiss the inside of your palm. "Have you-" he swallowed, unable to finish his question.

You shook your head, avoiding his gaze. "There were a couple times I've wanted to though," you quietly admit, picking at a loose thread on your pillow.

Jaehyun's jaw clenched at your words, and he was silent for a moment as if in thought. His hand left your waist and you turned to look at him again. "I'll be two seconds, I promise." You nodded and he left the room.

He returned again, with a Sharpie in his hand. You looked at him questioningly. "What's this for."

He smiled at you, before placing his hand into yours. "For you. Draw until your heart's content," he said, gesturing to his arm.

And as you lay there, mindlessly drawing random shapes on his skin your troubles were forgotten, and you knew your problems were a little easier to manage when he was by your side.

a/n - i genuinely don't know if this is any good but i hope it brought u some comfort have an amazing day

[yongislong]

[ ncity playlist event ]

now playing ... JEONG JAEHYUN

telephones - vacations

green eyes - erykah badu

get to you again - mac ayers

i want it all - arctic monkeys

amber - steve lacy

if you lie down with me - lana del rey

on the level - mac demarco

i only have eyes for you - the flamingos

over the moon - the marias

weak for your love - thee sacred souls

now viewing ... // this is the soundtrack to the soft snores that come from him in the morning. you like to wake up early and count his eyelashes as he groans and stirs awake. he can feel you burning holes in face

the mornings are all very domestic. he gifted you a custom pink (heart shaped ofc) pressed vinyl of this playlist on a whim when he confessed, along with a basket of matching sickly pink peaches (doie's recommendation bc everyone needs their peach fix...) and flowers he picked. he felt like he was going to explode if he didn't say something soon after seeing you on the campus quad reading the portrait of dorian gray.

he wondered if you sold your soul to the devil to become so beautiful too. even after the confession, now, in the early mornings he takes you in. the bare-faced you with extreme bed head and clothes twisted and pulled everywhere

he likes to thank the gods for giving him someone he could admire so closely and easily. maybe cupid was on his side the day he was born, planning out a life with you and him. //

they just keep getting longer lol

[theficblog]

this is late but this picture of jaehyun deserves to be here for reasons. 

[theje0ngs]

i wanna fucking cry my heart aint built for this

[jisungsingsyouandi]

JAEYONG SCENARIO (TW: Mention of death)

Taeyong cried as he sat down in front of the campus gates. His clothes were soaked from the rain pouring down from him. His face red from all the anger, sadness and confusion, all mixed together to create this feeling that he cannot comprehend.

It was a bad day for Taeyong, first, his boyfriend of 2 years broke up with him and call off their engagement, next, his aunt tragically passed away. He cannot handle it.

Then, Taeyong suddenly felt that something just covered over him. He looked up and saw Jaehyun, the popular guy in their school, holding an umbrella to cover Taeyong.

"Lee Taeyong," Jaehyun muttered "Why so glum?"

[jisungshotfirst]

CRYING

[fff777]

I didn't think it could happen but there was even more jaewin in their recent concerts

[lee-sanghyeok]

jaehyun and riwoo vibing and not caring at all about the challenge >>

[matryosika]

NCT127 + NCT DREAM: When they first slide it in

Members included in order — Jaehyun, Mark, Haechan, Johnny, Jeno and Jaemin. Genre — Smut headcanons (18+) Wordcount — 1,100 words Includes — Fem!Reader, suggestive content. Mentions of penetrative vaginal sex, use of petnames, dirty talk. Author's note — First NCT post! This was completely inspired by Juno's (@hyunsvngs) post on OT8 (skz) and the faces they would make when sliding it in. It's such a good read and if you missed it, pretty please go check it out! Wanted to do my own version with some NCT members, so here it is. This is mostly to try and fight back my writer's block, but I hope you all like it.

Jaehyun: 

Eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly parted, definitely. 

He is the type to let out quiet but deep sighs, and keeps his gaze fixed on where your bodies connect —when he first slides his dick inside of you, he needs to watch. He loves to see how your pussy swallows him full, loves to see it disappearing inside of you. If he is fucking you in missionary, his head would fall down to enjoy the show. But, as soon as he bottoms out, he is quick to lift his eyes up to see you. He needs to see your facial expressions, to hear those gasps and whines you let out whenever he hits the deepest spot between your walls. 

Big fan of kissing your jaw and neck while he waits for you to adjust to his size, all whilst emitting quiet but deep groans. I honestly sense he is the type to ask you a question or two before moving inside of you, like a sweet “are you okay?” or “are you ready?”. But like in a whisper, barely even letting the words out. When you just nod, he hums, looking for your approval. “Mhm? Can I fuck you now baby?” 

Mark: 

It really depends on his mood. 

If he’s acting all dom, like he is in control, he would try to act in control of himself as well —eyes close shut, and teeth digging on his lower lip. He is also definitely the type to whisper a long “fuck” as he bottoms out for the first time that night. But when Mark is too needy, and desperate, and he doesn’t really care about holding himself back, that’s when you see his true expressions when he first slides his dick inside you: hazy, lost gaze. I should add that he is also most likely to go a bit crossed-eye/blank eyes right before closing them slowly, immersing himself in the feeling. I can actually hear him saying “shit, just like that baby,” as your walls squeeze him just right. He would try really hard to make eye contact with you, but can you even blame him for not being able to? I just know his dick is always too sensitive, and it takes all effort within him not to come right then and there after first sliding himself inside you.  

Haechan:

Oh he really fucking tries to hold himself back. Much more than he would like to. 

Haechan tries to appear all collected, but he can feel his heart beating on his throat and his cock twitching when the tip is barely even in. He is the type to slowly close his eyes, almost at the same time he slides his dick right in; also lets out a deep sigh along with all of it. He would pretend he is unaffected by how warm and slippery you are, but his hands would betray him shamelessly  —if he is holding you by your hips, he would grip them almost painfully; if he is holding your hands, he would squeeze them too harshly. I also feel like Haechan is the type to curse under his breath or whisper things to himself when he first feels your walls clenching tightly around him. A “so fucking tight” might escape his lips, or an almost whiny “oh God”.

Johnny: 

He talks you through it.

It’s not necessarily because I see Johnny mostly as a dominant, but I feel like he loves to take the lead in situations like this. He is the type to make sure you’re really comfortable, that he feels just right inside you. All of his psyche is focused entirely on you, so it’s no surprise that he can control all of his facial expressions and body language to admire and take care of yours. And because he is so in control of himself, I can’t really picture any instinctive or involuntary gestures from him. Nothing but one: a fucking deep, almost predatory gaze. His eyes never leave yours.

If, by any means he cracks, I can picture him as one to slightly part his lips and let out a quick gasp. 

If he sees you crying, or whining, his eyebrows would go from a straight line to a subtle furrow and he would want to know how you’re feeling, “too much?”, “slower?”, “talk to me, pretty”.  I can also almost see his jaw getting tense when he bottoms out, feeling how your walls are squeezing his dick ridiculously aggressively, “want me to stretch you out for me?”, “You’re still so tight, baby. Weren’t my fingers enough?”

Jeno:

One word: veins.

I can honestly picture Jeno’s facial expressions in such a very specific way. He is definitely the type to let out a somewhat twisted smile when he feels how tight you are for the first time that night, the veins on his neck and forehead/temple becoming too prominent as he tries to regain the control your body has taken away from him.

Cheeks and nose flushed, and a really piercing gaze that makes you feel so small —whether you’re on top or underneath him. Jeno would be damned if he loses eye contact with you, he is the type to fix his gaze on yours as he slowly bottoms out inside of you. Also asks you questions to make you realize how cock-drunk you’ve become, despite him being barely in: “did you miss it, baby?”, or “how badly you want me?”. He doesn’t expect any kind of answer from you whatsoever, but he still scoffs under his breath when he sees how fucked out you’re by so little. 

Jaemin:

Eyebrows so furrowed, eyes closed shut and lower lip caught between his teeth.

Jaemin definitely lets out a deep groan, or even a desperate whine, followed by a sweet “oh baby”. He slides his dick in and bottoms out painfully slow —to tease you and himself, of course. Like Jaehyun, only when he bottoms out does he open his eyes to see your face in pure bliss; he might even offer you a complicated, small smile at the sight of pain imprinted on your face. He takes his time prior to fucking you, and he just enjoys the feeling of your cunt cockwarming him. If your eyes start to tear up because of the big stretch his dick is providing you, I can definitely see him as the type to wipe your tears one by one while he gives you words of affirmation. Also feel like he is one to give you instructions on your position to feel his cock better. “There, baby. You’ve taken me before, open up your legs for me more, yeah?”

[smileysuh]

heart aches

🌙 starring. Jeong Jaehyun x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. Your ex finds your sweet spot as easily as ever, as if it hasn’t been two years since his tongue stroked this specific patch of skin and made your whole body tingle with pleasure. You let out a shaky sigh, threading your fingers through his hair and relaxing against the pillows. “Don’t leave me again,” you whisper. “Never again,” he promises.

tw/cw. foreplay, fingering, mutual masturbation, hand job hand fucking, spitting, finger sucking, inklings of oral fixation, praise, dirty talk, pining, reminiscing, breast worship, teasing, Jae being a simp, unprotected sex, handholding while fucking, Jae is pretty vanilla but pent up as hell, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 5.3k

🍭 aus. ex's to lovers, non idol au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I don't normally do angst, but Idk, this felt right for some reason this month

Prologue:

“What’s wrong?” Jaehyun asks, watching you fiddle around the bedroom while he cuddles with your cat on the bed. 

Part of you wants to push back your feelings - you’d kind of been hoping to talk to him at the airport in the morning - but you should have known Jaehyun would realize something is up with you. It’s been a nice long weekend having him home with you.

It’s almost been like he never left.

Almost.

With a deep sigh, you go to sit on the foot of your mattress, staring down at your hands. “I can’t do this anymore,” you say quietly.

The room feels achingly silent, and then the comforter ruffles as Jaehyun sits up. “This?” he asks. 

“Us.” The word hurts to even say. “The distance… I mean, I knew continuing our relationship while you’re in a different city at a new university doing your graduate program would be rough… but… I just didn’t know I’d ever feel this lonely.”

Tears are welling in your eyes. You don’t want to break up with Jaehyun- he’s had your heart for four years. Starting over with someone new sounds impossible- but at the same time, being away from him hurts more than you could ever have imagined. It hurts when he calls you every night, being the perfect boyfriend, smiling and telling you about his day. It hurts because you thought you’d go through life together- you thought you’d be there to see it all yourself, not hear about it after the fact on the phone.

“Come here,” Jaehyun says softly, moving your cat off his lap so he can open his arms to you.

You allow Jaehyun to pull you into an embrace, his fingers stroking your hair. His heart is thundering in his ribcage, and you can hear it as you cuddle closer.

“I’m sorry that it came to this,” he breathes, “but I understand.”

You can’t help the tears now, and a choked sob escapes you. You grab at the front of his soft hoodie, wanting to crush the emblem of his new school. Part of you wishes he’d never been accepted into the elite business graduate program, but another part knows that Jaehyun deserves to be where he is now.

You love him, more than you’ve ever loved anyone, and that’s what makes this so painful.

Jaehyun needs to focus on his studies, to build a new life for himself across the country- and you need to do the same. You can’t be a ghost anymore, walking through life like a zombie and waiting to hear from him, constantly checking the time zone differences and calculating what he’s doing based on schedules.

“I can still…” you rub at your eyes, swallowing thickly, “I’ll take you to the airport in the morning-”

“It’s okay, baby,” Jaehyun shushes you gently, kissing the crown of your head. “I can get a cab.”

“Are you angry at me?” you ask, pulling away from his chest to look up at his face, worried about what you might find there.

“Of course not,” Jaehyun assures you, immediately stroking a thumb across your cheek to wipe away your tears. “No matter how much I didn’t want to admit it, I knew things had changed when I moved away. I could see that the distance was a problem. You have needs, and I’m proud of you for voicing them, even if it hurts.”

“My heart is breaking,” you whimper.

Jaehyun frowns. “Mine too.”

“You’re really not mad at me?”

“I could never be mad at you,” Jaehyun promises. “I think it will be easier to talk about this with time, if that’s something you’d be interested in. But for now, how do you feel about just laying down, holding each other, and doing our best to enjoy tonight- if it’s going to be our last.”

It might be easier if he was mad at you, if he yelled and swore and tried to make you change your mind- but Jaehyun’s never been an abusive type. Instead, he holds you close, and as you softly cry on his chest, you begin to drift off to sleep.

One

Even in a crowded bar, one distant laugh makes your blood run cold. You grip your drink, heart thundering in your rib cage as you scan your surrounding area.

It’s been two years since you broke up with Jaehyun. Even so, you’d recognize his voice anywhere.

“You good?” your best friend asks, reading your change in expression.

“Yeah, I just thought I heard-” as you’re about to say his name, you spot Jaehyun. He’s leaning against the bar top, chatting with a man whose back is to you.

God, he still looks so good. 

Your chest aches, throat going dry. As you watch him, his eyes move to take in the bar. You’re quick to shift your gaze, lifting your drink to your lips to down the rest of it. 

“I need to get out of here,” you mutter.

“What? Why?” Your friend reaches for your arm, pulling you closer to check in on you.

“My ex is here.”

“Which one?”

“Which one do you think?” You let out a laugh, but there’s no humor in it.

“Fuck.” 

“Yeah. Listen, have fun, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You hand her your empty glass, giving her one last look before you turn to head to the entrance of the bar. 

You can feel eyes on you as you push through the crowd, but you chalk it up to being paranoid. You slip through the front doors, intent on hailing a taxi. As you make it to the cement sidewalk, you hear your name behind you, and that familiar voice has your blood running cold for a second time tonight.

“Y/N?”

Your whole body freezes, and for a moment, you truly consider running. But you’ve already run from Jaehyun once before, and you don’t have it in yourself to do it again.

With a deep breath, you turn to face your ex, your first love, the man you’ve never recovered from.

“I thought that was you,” Jaehyun mutters quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stares at you.

You don’t even know what to say, so you keep your mouth shut, taking in his pretty face and the broad set of his shoulders. 

“Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have followed you,” he admits finally. “It doesn’t look like you want to talk.”

Jaehyun turns to head back inside, and your body reacts on its own accord; you grab at his arm, and it makes him stop. He looks down at your hand, wrapped around his forearm, then up at you.

“We…” you swallow thickly, “we can talk. I just… I don’t know what to say.”

“That makes two of us.” 

You drop your hand from his arm when you realize he’s not going anywhere.

“I uh…” Jaehyun clears his throat. “I got back to town a month ago. Meant to message you- but I didn’t know what to say then either.”

“You completed your program?”

“Yup. With flying colors.”

“I guess I always expected you to be a big shot and move to some other city- what are you doing back here?”

“Unfinished business… maybe.” Jaehyun dips his head, looking down at the ground. You watch him absentmindedly kick at an old cigarette butt.

He can’t be talking about you… can he?

“Anyways,” Jaehyun meets your eyes again, “how’ve you been?”

“I’ve been…” you search for the right word, “okay.” 

“Yeah? Happy?”

“Sort of. You?”

Jaehyun shrugs, offering you a lopsided smile that makes your heart ache. “Sort of. It was two years of studying. Didn’t have much time for extracurriculars, as you know.”

So your breakup is still a sore spot for him, you can sense it in his words. He’s not outwardly saying it, but… it’s there all the same. There’s something of an apology in his statement, because you do know how hard it was for him to find time for things outside of school- it had been the main reason you’d had to call things off with him.

“How about you?” he presses. “Any uh… any protective boyfriend who’s about to show up and beat my ass?”

You can’t believe he’s asking you outright about this, and the question actually makes you let out a small laugh. You shake your head. “No. No boyfriend.”

“Good. I mean… I hoped you were happy, but uh, you know, it’s nice to hear that, well, you know what I mean.” Jaehyun looks down again, and you can see his ears turning red.

It’s as clear as day that Jaehyun still cares about you. The way he’s acting tells you everything you need to know… well, almost everything.

“So…” you wrap your arms around yourself, “are you planning on leaving again? Do you know how long you’ll be in town?”

“Nothing is set in stone,” Jaehyun admits, cocking his head to the side as he looks at you. “Listen, I’m just going to say it.” He takes a deep breath, meanwhile, you can’t even breathe. “I never got over you. I mean, how could I? You’re everything, and- I understand why we broke up, I really do. But my program is over now, and if you give me another chance, I promise not to go anywhere ever again, at least, not without you right there by my side.”

“Jaehyun-”

“If you need some time to think about it, I totally get that-”

Jaehyun goes to take a step back, and you find yourself grabbing at him once more. Your body simply can’t let him go- not now, not ever again.

Your ex looks down at your hand on his forearm, and as you open your mouth to give him your response, no words come to mind. Your gaze dips to his lips, and before you know what you’re even doing, you’re moving in to kiss him.

Jaehyun is frozen in place at the initial meeting of your lips, but after a moment, you feel his body relax. His hands gently slip to your waist, tugging you closer as he slants his mouth against your own. You feel him release a small groan, and a whimper bubbles in your chest.

How many times have you dreamt of this moment? How many times have you thought about kissing Jaehyun? 

Your arms wrap around the back of his neck, and you allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of him-

Someone lets out a whistle, and you roughly pull back from Jaehyun, your eyes finding the two bouncers outside the bar, who are staring at you with wolfish grins.

“Is there somewhere we can go to talk?” Jaehyun asks, resting his forehead against your own.

“Come home with me.”

Two

It feels like deja vu to be walking into your apartment with Jaehyun. You’ve had the same unit for years- and you know it must feel even weirder for your ex to be here again after practically living here with you for half of your time in university together. 

As you toss your keys onto the entryway table, you hear a familiar meow. Your cat slinks in from the kitchen, but instead of heading to you, she immediately moves toward Jaehyun’s feet, letting out an obnoxiously loud purr as she begins to rub against him.

“Looks like Mittens hasn’t forgotten me either,” Jaehyun smiles, immediately bending down to pick up the fluffy grey and white kitty. She leans into his touch, purring like an engine as he scratches he cheeks. Her paws begin to make softies on his arm, and it makes your heart ache.

You’ve dated a few guys casually in Jaehyun’s absence, and Mittens has never liked any of them. She always was a daddy’s girl- after all, you’d started dating Jaehyun only a few months after you’d picked her up from the shelter. 

You still have pictures of the two of them on your phone, hidden in a secret file- you’d never had the heart to delete them, and as you watch their reunion, you’re glad you never did.

“She missed you,” you admit. “We both did.”

You watch Jaehyun’s Adam’s apple bob with effort, your words clearly invoking emotion. You’re quick to look away.

“Can I get you anything?” you ask, kicking off your shoes. “I had a few drinks at the bar, was planning on making a grilled cheese-”

“You still do that?” Jaehyun asks.

“Yeah.” Your throat feels dry admitting another ghost of your past you still haven’t been able to shake. “I still do that.”

Grilled cheese after a night out had always been your thing, and when you’d started dating Jaehyun, it had become his thing too. You can’t even count how many nights the two of you came home from university parties only to make a grilled cheese and collapse on your bed, giggling and kissing like kids in love.

“A grilled cheese sounds perfect,” Jaehyun says. “Thank you.”

He follows you into the kitchen. As you begin to make the late-night snack, you realize Jaehyun has no intention of putting Mittens down. She basks in his attention, letting out upset chirps any time he tries to stop petting her to help you in small ways.

Jaehyun asks you about your job, and from that, the two of you begin to talk about your lives over the past two years. It feels too natural to slip into this type of conversation. His presence is so calming and familiar- by the time you’re done making the grilled cheese for you to share, it’s almost as if the past two years never happened. 

It’s almost as if you never left him.

Almost as if he never left you first.

“Do you want to eat in here?” Jaehyun asks, heading to the small kitchen table.

“We can go to my bedroom,” you say softly. “Unless you wanted to be here.”

“Your bedroom is good.” 

He follows you through your apartment, but when you get to your room, he stops in the doorway.

“I can’t get over how little this place has changed,” he muses, looking at the layout of the space.

“Yeah,” you sit down on your bed, lifting your legs onto the mattress and setting the plate by your knee. “I guess I’m used to it like this.”

Jaehyun knows all too well how comfortable you get, how hard it is for you to make changes. You think it must be one of the reasons he never fought the breakup. If you’d gotten to the point of needing an emotional separation to deal with the physical distance, pushing you to change your mind would have only made things worse.

“Can we come sit with you?” Jaehyun asks.

“Of course.” You gesture to the mattress. “Make yourself at home, Jae.”

With a small chuckle, he comes to join you. He’s careful when he sets Mittens down, and she immediately stretches, letting out a massive yawn before coming to investigate the grilled cheese.

Jaehyun reaches for his half of the sandwich. “I missed these.”

“It’s just a grilled cheese,” you laugh.

“Yeah, but there’s something special about the way you make it. I can’t explain it.”

You can only offer him a smile as you both lift the gooey, cheesy, greasy, crispy bread to your lips. The crunch is satisfying, and Jaehyun shifts the food to his right hand so he can pet Mittens with his left. 

The two of you eat in silence, but there’s nothing uncomfortable about it. As your meal comes to a quick end, your phone begins to ring, and you stand up to answer it. “Give me a sec,” you tell him, exiting the room while Mittens rushes to follow you.

“Hey girl,” your best friend says. “You okay?”

“I’m good.”

“Seeing your ex must have been pretty hard.”

“Actually, uh…” you look toward your open bedroom door, swallowing thickly then lowering your voice, “he’s at my apartment with me.”

“What!?”

“Yeah, we’re talking things out.”

“Just talking?” You can hear the cheeky grin in her voice.

“Don’t be like that,” you laugh.

“Girl, you and that man were a dream couple. He’s the one that got away, and now he’s in your apartment- he’s probably sitting on your bed, eating grilled cheese-”

“God, stop,” you groan. “Am I that predictable?”

“Nah, it was hashtag just couple things. Okay, look, obviously you’re doing good- I was worried you were somewhere crying and drowning yourself in booze. I’ll leave you be. Say hi to him for me.”

“Will do.” You hang up, looking down at Mittens. She’s circling your feet, and with a sigh, you go to refill her food bowl. You’d given her lunch hours ago, and you feel bad that she just watched you down a grilled cheese with nothing for her own little mittens to get a hold of.

Also… your best friend knows you too well. 

Your body is reacting to Jaehyun as if there was never a separation- or maybe, your body is reacting because there was a separation. Your pulse is picking up with each step back to your bedroom, and when you close the door behind you, Jaehyun cocks a brow, finishing his grilled cheese with one last large bite.

“You good?” he asks.

“I’m great,” you tell him, approaching the bed.

“Yeah?” Jaehyun’s gaze moves to the closed door, and he offers you a dimpled grin, mischief flaring on the edges of his expression. “You locked out Mittens.”

Nothing gets past this man. You’ve never loved getting intimate while Mittens is trying to hog Jaehyun’s attention, and you shouldn’t be surprised that he got you figured out the moment you closed the door to your bedroom.

“Don’t even with me, Jae.” You sigh, collapsing onto the mattress next to him while he moves the grilled cheese plate to the side table.

“Look, I don’t want you to feel any pressure just cuz I’m here and we’re sitting on your bed-”

“Does it look like I feel pressure?” you ask, hyper-aware of the way your dress is riding up your thighs.

Jaehyun gives you a slow once-over. “I guess not.”

“You really mean what you said about not going away a second time?” You look down. “Because I don’t think I could take it if we gave this another try and three months down the line you moved cities again.” 

Your ex nods. “I promise. If you give me one more chance, I won’t let you down.”

You stare at Jaehyun for a moment, studying the sincerity on his face. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You open your arms, resting back against the pillows and spreading your legs. “Now come here.”

Jaehyun practically leaps on top of you. He slots between your thighs like he was made to be there, his mouth pressing to your own while you wrap him in a tight embrace. He kisses you like he’s been starved of your lips. 

He retains some of the gentleness that he’d exhibited outside of the club, but there’s a desperation too, you can almost taste it on him… along with the grilled cheese.

The thought makes you smile, and Jaehyun breaks the kiss to look down at you, also grinning. “What?”

“Nothing, just- I’m happy.”

“Me too,” he admits, looking down at your beaming face before he grabs your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, angling your head to the side so he can access your neck. Your ex finds your sweet spot as easily as ever, as if it hasn’t been two years since his tongue stroked this specific patch of skin and made your whole body tingle with pleasure. 

You let out a shaky sigh, threading your fingers through his hair and relaxing against the pillows.

“Don’t leave me again,” you whisper.

“Never again,” he promises, voice husky in your ear.

His hand slides down the curve of your body, grasping at your thighs and slowly pushing your dress up. Your hips move, rutting in an attempt to spur him on. When his fingers finally find your core through your panties, you swear you see stars. He begins to rub your clit, circling it as he applies more and more pressure. 

His mouth continues on your neck, and you begin to whimper from the stimulus.

You’d nearly forgotten how good it feels to be touched by someone who knows you inside and out- by someone who cares about your pleasure more than he’s ever cared about his own.

“Jae,” you whimper, breathing heavily as he rubs your core. 

“Yes, baby?” His lips are gentle along your throat, and the feather-light touch almost teases you more than a rougher one would.

“Can we skip the foreplay? I need you.”

Jaehyun’s fingers stop on your clit, and he pushes himself up on an elbow, looking down at you with a quizzical set to his brow. “Skip the foreplay?” he repeats, letting out a scoff. “Baby, I’ve been thinking about what I’d do to you if you ever gave me a second chance for over two years. We’re not skipping the foreplay.”

“But-”

“Please don’t argue with me. Just let me have this. Just let me enjoy the body I’ve missed so much. I’ve missed your sounds, the way you react to my touch-” his fingers pick up their pace on your clit again, and you let out a whine, pushing toward him again. “See? You’re perfect. No matter how many memories of this I have, nothing compares to the real thing.”

When you’d been dating Jaehyun initially, he was - for lack of a better word - pretty vanilla. This dirty talk is new, and it makes your stomach erupt into butterflies. Your mind goes practically blank, lulled into a lusty trance by the musings of a man who’s clearly bewitched by you, body and soul.

When your gaze dips down to his hand between your thighs, you notice the way his cock is straining in his pants. “Can I…” you swallow thickly, “Can I touch you too?”

“Yeah.” His mouth returns to your throat, and he pushes your panties to the side, dragging his fingers through your soaked folds. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me.”

You mewl at his words, quickly fumbling with the button of his pants so you can push them down just far enough to take his cock out of his briefs. Jaehyun releases a low groan and it makes your pussy flutter as you begin to stroke him.

Your ex reacts by slipping his fingers into your core, two long digits going knuckle deep. He tests your walls, grazing your g-spot when he begins to lazily pump his hand, his palm firmly pressing to your clit.

A whimper of pleasure escapes you, and you can feel Jaehyun grin against your neck. “The prettiest sounds,” he muses. “How did you ever get this pretty?”

It’s a rhetorical question, and it makes you feel cock drunk and dumb, your chest pushing up against his own, looking for stimulus- your nipples are hard in your bralette, but you wish you were naked already, wish you could feel him better-

“Jae?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Can you take my dress off?”

Jaehyun pulls his hand away from your core, bringing his two wet fingers to your lips. He pushes them into your mouth, propping himself up so he can look down at you while you suck his digits clean. “I thought you’d never ask.”

You groan around his fingers, the act of sucking is turning you on more than you’d care to admit, but it ends too quickly as Jaehyun pulls his hand away.

He sits up, taking off his own shirt first. Then he reaches down to grab at the hem of your dress, slowly dragging it up your form. Jaehyun’s eyes take in each strip of newly exposed skin, and you can see the way his pupils have blown with interest.

You lift your shoulders off the bed, making it easier for him to tear the fabric off of you and toss it to the side. This leaves you in your bralette and panties, both of which you’re eager to have join your dress on the floor.

Jaehyun’s hand reaches out to cup your breast, his thumb smoothing over the pebbled nipple that’s pushing through the silky fabric. He squeezes you gently, forcing you to release a moan of pleasure. 

A moment later, he’s removing your panties, then your bra, fingers pinching at your newly exposed nipple.

Your hand, meanwhile, returns to his cock- only for Jaehyun to grab at your wrist, pulling you away.

You’re about to ask what’s wrong, but then Jaehyun turns your hand palm up, and he spits into the center of it, bringing it back to his cock. 

There’s no way that action should have been as sexy as it was- your core throbbing as you begin to stroke his rock-hard length. 

With one last lustful look at your body, Jaehyun settles over top of you again, his mouth seeking out your breasts while you pump his cock. The feeling of his tongue flicking against you has you crying out, pushing your chest toward his mouth. His teeth graze over your sensitive nipple and you respond by applying more pressure to his cock.

Jaehyun groans loudly, rutting his hips into your hand, which stills so you can allow him to fuck your palm. He continues to worship your breasts while his hips do most of the work, and you surrender yourself to the pleasurable scenario you’ve found yourself in.

“You know…” Jaehyun presses another kiss to your nipple, “I was going to ask you to sit on my face, but… it’s hard being this close to your pretty pussy and not just… slipping it in.”

“Yeah?” You guide his cock closer to your core, so that when he ruts his hips, the tip of his cock glides through your soaked folds. “Then just do it.”

“Here I was, saying not to skip the foreplay- but here I am, giving in to you like always.” 

Jaehyun releases a laugh, and it makes you giggle along with him, because it’s true. Jaehyun may have this sexy, devil-may-care attitude, but he’s always been a total simp for you. 

He was completely wrapped around your finger when you first met, and he’s completely wrapped around your finger now. It’s interesting how so much can change, and so little can change at the same time. 

“You just feel so good,” Jaehyun groans, thrusting again, the tip of his pretty pink flushed cock just slipping inside of you- 

“Fuck, Jae, please-” you push your chest up toward his face again, pumping his length, trying to guide him deeper-

He brings his mouth to your own, capturing you in a breathtaking kiss as he sheaths himself into your wet core.

You let out a low whine, wrapping your legs around his hips and releasing his cock in favor of grabbing his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck-” Jaehyun moans, staying still inside of you while your walls pulse around his shaft. “Missed this perfect pussy, baby.”

“Missed your perfect cock,” you retort, tangling your fingers in his soft hair and drawing him in for another kiss.

His tongue clashes against your own, his hands finding your hips so he can steady himself as he begins to rut into you. 

You love getting lost in him. You can feel your mind slipping away, your body giving into its primal instincts as Jaehyun makes love to you the way he has so many times before.

One of his hands finds your own, taking it from his shoulder and lacing your fingers above you, pressing you into the pillow. He breaks the kiss to look down at you, breathing heavily.

“There’s so much I’ve wanted to say,” Jaehyun admits.

“Then say it,” you urge him, cupping his cheek with your free hand.

He nuzzles against your palm, closing his eyes for a moment while he enjoys your touch. “I’ve missed everything about you. You’ve been on my mind every day for two years.”

Your heart aches.

“It’s more than just the sex, and you know it. I’ve missed holding you,” he squeezes your hand, “missed sleeping next to you. Missed late-night talks and grilled cheese. Missed your laugh and the way your eyes light up when you’re happy. Missed the way you cry at sad parts in movies-”

As he talks, the pace of his thrusts gets faster, and you find it harder and harder not to moan like a whore and interrupt his cute little speech about missing you. 

In fact, it’s hard to even keep your eyes open, but your gaze is caught in his own. Jaehyun’s staring into your soul, baring himself to you like a man who’s brought all his walls down. 

“I love you,” Jaehyun says gruffly, “I’ve never stopped loving you. Not for one single day. It’s you, and it’s always been you.”

Your stomach muscles clench at his admission, orgasm bubbling to the surface fast from the combination of his movements and his words.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he assures you, licking his lips. “Just rub your clit and let me feel your perfect pussy clench around me as you cum, that will be answer enough.”

With a loud whine, you throw your head back against the pillow, threading your free hand between your bodies. The first touch of your fingers on your clit has you throbbing already, and you release a gasp.

“That’s it, baby,” Jaehyun coos, lips finding your throat. “Just like that.”

“Jae-”

“I know, I know you’re close- must be pent up like me, right? We’re both going to cum way too fast, but that’s okay, we have all the time in the world to enjoy each other- the way I’m going to eat your perfect pussy for breakfast tomorrow morning-”

Your core pulses at the thought, and you rub your clit harder.

“Gonna let go for me, right, baby? I’m so close, want you to cum with me.”

“I’m there-” you tell him, shivering as he licks the sweet spot on your throat. ‘Fuck, Jae-”

“You want me to cum inside right? You’re still on the-”

“Cum inside,” you interrupt him. “God, fuck, please- need you to fill me up-”

Jaehyun groans, squeezing your hand again. His lips move from your neck to your mouth, and your tongues clash in a breathless, moan-filled frenzy, your orgasms just out of reach-

One more whimpered “please” out of you has Jaehyun moaning, his high crashing into him. You can feel him filling you up with his cum, and it triggers your own orgasm. A gasp escapes you, your sensitive nipples pressing against his chiseled chest-

You can feel him everywhere. He’s all-consuming. You completely let go, sounds uninhibited, pussy throbbing harder than it has in the past two years. 

Jaehyun fucks you through it, until you’re both sweaty, gasping messes. Then he collapses on top of you, giving your captured hand one last squeeze before adjusting. He rolls off of you just enough to tuck you close to his chest, hand finding your hair and beginning to pet you.

You can hear the racing of his heart as he catches his breath.

As you come down from your high, you feel a welling of emotion bubbling inside of you. You’re shocked when a tear rolls down your cheek, and you’re quick to brush it away. Jaehyun notices the movement and tilts his head to assess you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you sniffle. “I’m just…. I’m happy, and I missed you a lot.”

“Baby,” Jaehyun’s fingers draw pretty nothings on your back, “I promise I’m not going anywhere ever again.”

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Since you got back with Jaehyun over a year ago, the two of you haven’t been separated for longer than twelve hours, but tomorrow is the day of your wedding, and there are certain traditions about the bride and groom staying apart- so here you are, cuddled on a couch in your hotel room, missing your fiance.

When your phone rings and Jaehyun’s pretty face shows up as the contact on your screen, you fumble over yourself to pause your movie and answer it. “Jae?”

“Hey, baby. What room are you in again?”

You think about it for a moment. You’d never actually told him where you’re staying in the hotel… “Why do you want to know?”

“Maybe I wanna send my fiance flowers before our wedding tomorrow.” 

God, why’s he so charming?

You give him your room number without a second thought, hanging up with an ‘I love you.’ 

Five minutes later, there’s a knock at the door, and you open it to find Jaehyun standing there with a massive dimpled grin on his face, and a vase of flowers in his hands. “Hi, baby.”

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