#like let them have acne or or pimples and bags under their eyes and gaps in their teeth that aren't fucking blinding white

[garlic-sauc3]

I honestly fucking love how I look. I love how I'm not conventionally attractive and fit almost no beauty standards. My hair is choppy and messed up, dyed and cut to a mullet. I have a pimple on my nose, and boy several blackheads. I have bags under my eyes and I almost always look tired or upset. I still look cool and great.

[gingrrfrog]

these nights (7)

word count: 4.2k

warnings: smut

summary: Jaehyun knew three things for sure: 1. Jihyun was avoiding him 2. his head was pounding and 3. Jeno is not a dog 

a/n: I have class in 15 minutes :O I’ll see u all later :D 

Jaehyun leaned against his chair, glaring at the wall in front of him as his head throbbed. He tossed his phone on his desk, grimacing at the loud thud before staring at the photos in front of him.

The housemaid had told him this morning that he had a delivery earlier today while he and Jihyun were in the hospital, a thin envelope that she placed on the dining room table. Jaehyun wasn’t expected any paperwork, much less a letter as he thanked the housemaid and walked towards his desk.

He tore the packet open almost immediately, watching as several photos of Jeno fell out. His eyebrows furrowed together, instantly sitting up in his chair and noticing that it was a photo for every hour they were there, from five in the morning to 8 pm when the last call Mark tried to call. What concerned Jaehyun the most was that the focus was initially on Jeno, zooming past Mark who was in the passenger seat. The last photo was of Jeno unconscious in the car, too clear to be zoomed in, no matter the quality of the camera. There was an ambulance in the background, and a note on the back.

The best thing about dogs is that they’re loyal no matter who you kill.

Jaehyun jaw set, immediately calling Johnny about the photos, to which he replied he would be around tomorrow afternoon after his shift with Jeno was over.

So now, here he sat, staring at the wall, his head pounding and his fiancée very obviously trying to avoid him despite the text message he sent hours ago. Although, talking to Jihyun about Jieun seemed like child’s play compared to the gift he had received just now. He cursed loudly, pulling at his scalp and jumping at the sound of his office door knocking.

“Just a second!” He called out, sweeping the photos into a drawer and quickly locking it. “Come in.”

Jihyun appeared from the other side of the door, carrying bags of take out before Jaehyun flashed her a smile.

“Hi,” she said gently. “I’m back, I bought some dinner, just in case you were hungry.”

“Starving,” he mentioned, staring at another picture he forgot to sweep. He grabbed it quickly with a few more piece of paperwork before clearing his desk for the take-out food Jihyun brought out. He watched as she took out a few plates of what otherwise would’ve been his favorite dish to eat on any other day, but he couldn’t find the appetite today of all days.

Jaehyun took her hand and pulled her over the desk, kissing her quickly as a thank you before Jihyun sat in the chair in front of him.

“Did I interrupt something when I came in?” Jihyun asked, watching as Jaehyun unwrapped a few plates. He shook his head, passing Jihyun a plate before giving her a reassuring smile.

“Nope.”

Jihyun just slightly narrowed her eyes, but she would let it go. She wasn’t in the position to ask questions at the moment, “what did you want to talk about?”

“I think you already know what I was going to ask, Honey.”

Jihyun pouted, poking at her food, “I guess.”

“Go on, then. Explain it to me.”

“I didn’t mean to let it slip, I guess I was just so excited about spending time with Angel that I let some things slip out, that’s all.”

“My only qualm is that how could you let something of that magnitude slip, my love?” Jaehyun looked from his food and noticed that Jihyun still wasn’t replying. He sighed, leaning against the chair and watching her think of an excuse. “I’m listening.”

“We were talking about how I’ve known Jaemin forever because I was always around you. I told her that you and I grew up together, and when she was curious about Jeno, I let it slip out that I knew his sister”

Jihyun grimaced, “in my defense, I thought Jeno would’ve told her by now. They’ve been together for almost five years—and if Jeno didn’t say anything I thought Jaemin would’ve said something— “

“You know it’s not Jaemin’s business to tell Jihyun,” Jaehyun interrupted, his tone firm. “Nor yours, my love.”

“I know,” she mumbled dejectedly, “I’m sorry.”

Both Jaehyun and Jihyun knew that he couldn’t be firm with her for too long. Jaehyun gave another sigh before getting up from his chair, walking over to sit on his desk in front of her. He gently took her chin in his hands, caressing her cheek with his thumb.

“I don’t mean to reprimand you, baby. It’s just that I talked to Jaemin while you went with Angel, and he didn’t seem very happy about her knowing.”

“I figured. That was my fault, I didn’t take Jaemin into account at all when I told her. I’ll call him later— “

They were interrupted by Jaehyun’s phone ringing behind him. He stretched himself to reach, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

“Who is it?”

“My brother,” Jaehyun replied.

“Is he done ignoring you?”

“I guess?” He brought the phone to his ear after answer, “Jaemin?”

Jihyun watched as Jaehyun’s face turned in concern, sitting up from his desk before walking back around.

“What? Where are you now?”

“Did they take anything?”

“Good, okay, good. Just— “Jaehyun took a deep breath. “Don’t act on anything, I’ll think about it and I’ll call Johnny hyung tonight. Again. I guess.”

“I think you should be fine. I don’t think they wanted to get caught, I doubt they’ll come back tonight. Change the entrance code to your house…but you might have to think about moving soon if this happens again, Jaemin.”

“Yeah. Mm, call me if something else happens.” Jaehyun hung up first, setting his phone on his desk gently this time so not to scare his fiancée. However, it didn’t stop him from sighing heavily, turning to face the window for a moment to scratch at his head. He wanted to scream.

“Okay, I’m good,” he said suddenly, turning back around and taking a seat in his chair. Jihyun tilted her head to the side, glancing over at the phone before she looked at her fiancé.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he swallowed.

“It’s nothing but Jaemin has to change the entrance code to his house?” Jihyun pressed, watching as the man in front of him was ready to crumble. Jaehyun dropped his chopsticks, leaning back once again before staring at his feet.

“Someone broke into their house, just now. He said that Angel was in the closet clutching a gun and almost shot Jaemin in the ear.”

“Is she okay? I was just there; she didn’t call me— “

“Jaemin said she was fine. Just scared, I guess.”

“You should’ve told them they could stay here.”

Jaehyun shook his head, “they would’ve said no. Not because they wouldn’t want to intrude, but because Jaemin wouldn’t want to give them another opportunity.”

Jihyun bit her lip, “are you going to call Johnny oppa right now?”

“No. I want to at least try and eat something,” Jaehyun said. “But I don’t think…I’m all that hungry anymore.”

It was Jihyun’s turn to get up from her spot, walking towards Jaehyun before he scooted away from his desk, his arms opening up as she sat on top of his lap. He exhaled, smelling her perfume and feeling like everything was okay just for a few seconds.

“Do you want me to make you something else?”

“I’m okay, baby,” he reassured. “If I didn’t want to eat my favorite take out, I don’t think I want to eat at all.”

Jihyun pulled and took his head into her hands, rubbing her thumbs over the bags under his eyes with a small frown, “you should eat, Yoonoh.”

“If I get hungry, I’ll just reheat dinner. It’s not a problem.”

Jaehyun pulled her in for another kiss, rubbing her shoulder, “I’m going to call Johnny hyung real quick, don’t leave.”

“Do you want me to get up at least?”

Jaehyun shook his head, “no, I want you to stay.”

Jihyun kissed the side of his head as Jaehyun searched his call log for Johnny’s number, grimacing when he noticed he didn’t have to scroll far.

“Actually, Johnny hyung is coming over tomorrow. I’ll just tell him then,” Jaehyun said suddenly, placing his phone on his desk for the last time before focusing on Jihyun. “Tell me about your day.”

Jihyun laughed at the suddenness, “my day? I was with you for most of it.”

“But not all of it,” he explained, cuddling closer as Jihyun began to hum in contemplation.

“Well, this morning, I woke up because your daughter demanded so. I peed in Yejin’s bathroom— “

“Whose?”

“Angel, sorry.”

“Are you two on first name basis now?”

“She told me last night, I’ll have you know. We bonded; I saw her nudes.”

“You what?”

“They’re into some fucked up shit, baby. They take lewd polaroids, I saw Jeno’s AND Jaemin’s— “

Jaehyun suddenly began to push Jihyun off, “alright. I don’t want to hear about your day anymore.”

“Why!? Are you jealous? They’re not bigger than you but Jeno— “

“Get off!” Jaehyun groaned, listening to Jihyun’s giggles as she fastened her arms around his neck. Jaehyun got up from his spot, effortless carrying Jihyun towards the couch, throwing her gently on the couch and hovering over her, her laugh deafening in his ears.

“You would’ve never been able to do that two years ago,” Jihyun teased, her legs hooking around his waist. “Strong man.”

Jaehyun laughed, leaning in for a kiss before he pressed sloppy ones around her cheeks, nose, and forehead, grinning when he heard her groan.

“You got my face all wet,” she whined, attempting to push him off to no avail.

“Too bad. Here I go again,” he warned, targeting her neck next as she squealed at his teeth tickled her neck.

“Move!”

“I don’t think I will!”

They continued like that for a few minutes, Jaehyun relishing in her touch and her laugh, his shoulders relieving from stress little by little until he laid down next to her, his finger running through her hair with one hand while the other caressed her cheek.

“You’re going to give me acne,” she added jokingly, smiling before she kissed his wrist.

“I’ll pop your pimple, that’s no issue.”

“You’re disgusting,” Jihyun laughed, inching closer until she was at nose length away, kissing the tip of his nose before Jaehyun closed the gap.

“I love you,” she said suddenly, softly against his lips as his hands moved from her face and hair down to her waist, his hands resting against her hips. “Thank you for working so hard.”

“You don’t have to thank me, baby.”

“I know, but I want to. I just want you to know that I know you’re working hard for me, for Hyerim, and it means everything to me.”

Jaehyun gave a gentle smile, “are you trying to make me cry?”

Jihyun chuckled, “no. But I can, if you want me to.”

“Maybe next time,” Jaehyun beamed. “Thank you for being patient with me. I know I said we would get married this year, but some things came up.”

“Don’t you mean someone?” She hinted, glancing down at the belly that kept them at least a few inches apart.  

Jaehyun laughed, “I guess that too.”

“Are you busy tomorrow morning?”

“I don’t think so. Why?”

“Let’s get married tomorrow,” she said quickly. “You said we would have a courthouse wedding after this, but I don’t think I can wait anymore.”

Jaehyun smiled, “You don’t want to plan what you’re going to wear?”

“I’ll go like this, in my maternity jeans.”

Jaehyun laughed again, a bit harder this time, “you don’t want to wear a dress at least?”

“I don’t think I have any dresses that fit me right now,” she pouted. “I just want to tell people you’re my husband.”

“You can call me your husband, we’ve been together long enough, I think,” Jaehyun pondered. “But if you want to go see if we can get married in less than 30 minutes, we’ll go. And, if not, we’ll set a date for Friday.”

Jihyun beamed, pressing their lips together for a sloppy kiss, “I love you.”

“You only said it four hundred times, how can I be sure?”

“How many more times do you want me to say it?”

“At least three hundred times more.”

“Do I have to tell you verbally or can I show you physically?” Jihyun grinned, reattaching their lips for a longer kiss as Jaehyun moved his hands to the front of her pants.

“Depends,” he said, her pants well past her knees, “what were you thinking?”

“Maybe I’ll buy you something nice,” she hummed, pushing his shirt off before reattaching their lips. “Maybe I’ll make you dinner.”

Jihyun kicked her pants off, moving her attention towards Jaehyun’s belt as she quickly unfastened.

“Any other ideas?” He asked, a moan escaping his lips when Jihyun palmed him through his underwear.

“I have a few,” she smirked, continuing her ministrations as Jaehyun unbuttoned her blouse. “But maybe I’ll save them for my husband.”

Jaehyun grinned as he watched her move down his chest, pressing wet kisses until she pulled out his cock, watching with lidded eyes and parted lips as she took the tip in between her lips.

“You can tell me,” Jaehyun hummed, pushing her hair to the side before wrapping it around a closed fist. “I won’t tell him.”

“I don’t know, he’s the jealous type,” she said with a kiss to the side of his length. “I’ll think about it.”

Jihyun crawled back towards him, kissing his parted lips before Jaehyun pulled away with a quizzical look, “I’m the husband, right?”

Jihyun moaned, “you’re so sexy when you’re stupid.”

Jaehyun’s laugh was muffled, returning her kiss and watching Jihyun pull his cock from its confines. He rested his hand against her neck, running it down her chest before taking a handful of her breast, squeezing softly and humming to himself.

“So pretty,” he sighed. “My Jihyunie.”

She rocked her wetness over his length, making sure to grin at the lewd sounds before lowered herself on him, sighing as she listened to Jaehyun moan in her shoulder.

“How are you so fucking tight?” He groaned, taking a hold of her hips as she continued to rock back and forth, grinning at her fiancé, who seemed to be in shambles.

“It’s my specialty,” she smiled, pressing a kiss to her ear as she bottoms out the rest of his length.

“If you keep moving like that I’m going to blow,” Jaehyun laughed breathlessly, wiping sweaty strands of hair away from her face.

“What if I want you to?” Jihyun asked, dropping her voice to barely a whisper, her hips moving steadily as she leaned in to bite at his neck. Jaehyun groaned, wrapping his arms around her body as he desperately tried to catch his breath.

“Baby I’m going to fucking— “

“…cum?” She smiled innocently, sighing softly at the feeling of Jaehyun spurting warmth inside her. She kissed the expanse of his neck now that it was exposed with his head thrown back, his eyebrows knitted together and his pink lips just slightly parted.  Jihyun took his lips into hers again and smiled, giggling when Jaehyun suddenly pushed her onto her back.

“Asshole,” he grumbled, most likely referring to his abrupt orgasm.

“I told you I could take care of you too,” she defended with another grin. Jihyun lifted her leg as Jaehyun pressed kisses along her calf and towards her thigh, lips reconnecting to her center as Jaehyun once again pressed teasing kisses to her clit and folds.

“My turn,” he added diligently, flipping Jihyun so that she was on her hands and knees, her neck craned to watch Jaehyun eagerly lap at her, pressing the gentlest of kisses on her clit every so often before he would take it between his lips, sucking lightly before he would pull away with a grin.

Jihyun was leaning against the end of the couch, moaning quietly until she cried out at Jaehyun reentering, “Fuck Yoonoh, are you still hard?”

“Kind of?” He answered, not entirely sure how to respond to the question without breaking the mood, it elicited a laugh from Jihyun at least, as she moved back on his length.

Jaehyun pulled out completely before slamming into her harshly, listening to her cries as he continued to fuck her against the couch. Jihyun wasn’t as far from getting towards her orgasm as he thought as he watched her knees shake under him.

“Gonna cum, baby? Gonna come for me, Jihyunie?” He asked, pressing kisses down her back as his rhythm quickened. Jihyun reached behind her, grabbing Jaehyun’s hand before she gasped out, tightening around Jaehyun as she let out a loud moan, her face pressed against the couch’s armrest as she caught her breath.

Jaehyun pulled out this time, running his hand over his cock until he spurted against her back and her ass, taking shallow breaths as he groaned. He watched Jihyun knees fall against the couch as Jaehyun reached for his shirt, wiping her clean before pulling her against his chest, tilting her chin back to exchange a sweet kiss. Jaehyun pulled away for a moment, watching her with crinkled eyes before she snorted, pushing his head away.

“Stop staring at me like that.”

“Why?” Jaehyun whined, wrapping his arms around her and dragging her further down the couch. “I’m admiring.”

“It’s embarrassing,” she admitted with a chuckle, trying her hardest to pull out of his embrace. “Let me wear your cardigan at least— “

“Nope. I think you look perfect,” he smiled, laughing when she groaned out in embarrassment.

“It’s cold.”

“Let’s go upstairs and take a shower, then.”

“You’re insatiable, “she huffed. “If I could get pregnant twice, I think I would be by now.”

Jaehyun grinned, his hand slapping over her backside before finally letting her get up. He watched as she haphazardly buttoned her blouse before pulling her maternity jeans back on, narrowing her eyes at her fiancé.

“I’m taking a shower, come if you want but we are not having sex,” she said firmly. “Also, put some pants on before you leave your office, I think the housekeeper is still here.”

“She shouldn’t be.”

Jihyun whined, “please, put some pants on.”

“Fine,” he frowned, getting up from his spot and reluctantly shoving his legs into his jeans before they both heard a knock on the door.

“Jaehyun are you in here?”

Jihyun eye’s widened, quickly grabbing the cum stained shirt from the floor and throwing it across the room, watching as Jaehyun quickly tried to button his cardigan.

“Y-yeah, just a minute!” He called out, reaching for Jihyun hand, “what the fuck is your dad doing here?!”

“I don’t know!” She whispered harshly, “he should be in bed!”

Jaehyun’s hands began to sweat before he ran over to his desk, Jihyun sitting on the other side, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible before Jaehyun told him it was fine to walk in.

Kim Jinho was terrifying to Jaehyun as a child as he was to this day. He immediately noticed Jaehyun’s risqué cardigan-as-a-shirt fashion before looking at Jihyun, who gave him a smile.

“Hi Daddy!”

“Hi, Jihyun. I didn’t know you were in here.”

“We were having dinner,” Jaehyun cleared his throat, noticing the sauce was stuck onto the noodles. The food looked cold.

Jihyun yawned, stretching her arms in full dramatics before getting up from her chair, walking towards her father to kiss him on the cheek. “Sorry I couldn’t stay and talk Daddy, I’m just beat! I’ve been on my feet all day!”

“Are you still coming over tomorrow? Your brothers should be home.”

“You bet! Goodnight, I’ll see you in bed, Jaehyun!” She said quickly, tilting her head a certain way to hide an obnoxious hickey left behind.

“You look nervous.”

“Not…nervous,” Jaehyun cleared his throat. “Would you like some tea—?”

Jinho waved dismissive hand, “I’m not here to berate you, Jaehyun. I just want to talk.”

“About what, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“You’re marrying my daughter and you’re having a child together, don’t you think it’s about time for me to start getting used to having chats with you?”

“I…suppose. I just didn’t expect you, that’s all, much less after dark.”

“Do you think I’m that old that I go to bed at nine pm?”

“N-no! That’s not what I’m saying at all— “

Jinho cracked a laugh, causing Jaehyun to give an awkward smile, not entirely sure what was to come next, “You look just like your father sometimes, I remember he used to get nervous, just like you. But, you’re right, I came here for more than just a chat.”

“I’ve heard around that you’re having trouble,” Jinho explained, looking at his folded hands. “Lots of it. Big trouble.”

Jaehyun grimaced, “it’s nothing I can’t handle, sir.”

“I’m sure. I have faith in you, Jaehyun. You’re just like your dad, but you’re ten times smarter than him, and he knew that.” Jinho sighed, “you’ve had your foot in the business for a long time now. What about your consigliere? John?”

“His parents…weren’t really involved in what you and my father were involved in, but he has a law degree and a law background. I like to think he knows something.”

Jinho nodded, “good. That’s good. How come you don’t come to me? I worked with your father a long time, do I have to rely on Jihyun to tell me everything?”

“You’re retired, sir,” Jaehyun frowned. “I didn’t want to bother you, but now that Jihyun told you— “

“Is it a problem that Jihyunie told me?”

“Of course not! I’m glad that she told you, but I’m worried that she might be overwhelming you. Judging your visit, is it safe to assume she has?”

Jinho chuckled, “You know my baby isn’t good at keeping secrets. But I think she told me because she’s worried too, you know?”

“I try not to tell her as much because I don’t want her to stress, but it doesn’t work,” Jaehyun grimaced. “She’s so stubborn.”

“Good. I taught her that.”

Jaehyun finally let out a small laugh, sharing one with his soon to be father-in-law. Jinho clapped his thighs, sighing up heavily as he stood up from the chair, Jaehyun following suit as he walked him to the front door.

“That’s all I wanted to say, really,” he started. “If something comes up, I’d more than happy help you with it.”

“Of course. Thank you,” Jaehyun bowed politely.  

Jinho clapped Jaehyun’s shoulder, “go upstairs and put on a shirt, son. This is embarrassing.”

Jaehyun’s ears burned red, “yes sir. Goodnight, sir.”

Jinho mumbled a goodnight as Jaehyun closed the door behind him, groaning in relief before he ran upstairs. He opened the door to their bedroom and saw Jihyun inside their bed, all washed up with a face mask on.

“Is he gone?”

“He just left,” Jaehyun sighed. “I’m going to shower real quick.”

Jihyun nodded, going back to putting her attention on the tv while Jaehyun stripped his clothing off and threw it in the hamper. He couldn’t help but to put his forehead against the wall of the shower, never feeling more embarrassed in the thirty minutes with Jinho than anyone in his life, ever.

After he showered, he pulled on some clothes on quickly, falling in his spot on the bed with a groan, his eyes closed before hearing another face mask being torn in the background and feeling Jihyun smooth it across his face.

“It’s anti-aging.”

Jaehyun scoffed, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby.”

“Jihyun?”

“Hm?”

“I’m not mad, but have you been telling your dad about my issues?”

“…I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind that you tell your dad, but he’s worried about me now. That’s my only issue, now I feel bad. What if he think I’m not cut out for this.”

“He doesn’t think that, he tells me all the time that you’re the best man for the job.”

“What if he tells you that only because he doesn’t want you yelling at him?”

“Even if that were the case, I think you’re the best man for the job.”  Jihyun stated, almost as if it were common knowledge, “so what if he doesn’t think so? He’s old.”

“That’s easy for you to say.”

“It is easy to say, that’s why I say it.” Jihyun pulled the sheets over him before giving him a kiss. Jaehyun smacked his lips bitterly, tasting sheet mask more than he would like.

“You taste like soap.”

“At least it wasn’t cum.” Jihyun wrapped her arms around his neck and playfully choking him out, listening to Jaehyun choke. “I had to kiss my dad on the cheek when I had your dick in my mouth, you fucking asshole!”

“You’re the one who put it there!” Jaehyun defended, pulling her hands off, “I’m not going to tell you to stop! Also, how was I supposed to know your dad was going to come over!?”

Jihyun huffed, pressing her cold toes against his back, listening to him yelp.

“Fuck off!”

“No,” she grinned, digging them further in his pants.

“Move, Jihyun! Your toes are fucking freezing!”

“Good! As they should!”

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