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gdangitjae · 2 years

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Inked (🔞) {1/3}

❝I don't want nobody but you kissing on my tattoos.❞ August Alsina

Theme: So… the Kia x Jae saga continues. This time, they're work vacationing in a hotel for a gig Jae has coming up as eJay eaJ. All Kia needed to do was take a shower, as well as relieve some stress. All Jae wanted to do was chill on the king bed. However, the free time they finally had to themselves seemed to have needed to been spent in other ways…

Also, in this particular situation, Jae has a new tattoo! 🤩

Disclaimer: I thought this up with a Black female (someone that looks and acts a lot like yours truly) in mind. So there will be heavy AAVE (African American Vernacular English) usage.

Kinks / Warnings: masturbation, profanity & dirty talk (some derogatory language will be used), a bit of switch behavior, oral sex (cunnilingus and fellatio), fingering, nipple play, mild-ish choking, some orgasm denial

Additional author notes: This is my first time {in a long time} doing this in first person POV instead of the second person POV I'd been using previously. Due to… recent events, I've been conjuring up quite the scenario for this one… Thank you, and you're welcome.

Once again: If you finish reading my lil fanfic or whatever, I would LOVE for you to click/tap the 'reply' icon at the bottom and let me know what your favorite parts were! Not to mention, if you have any critiques (constructive and productive, of course) or questions, feel more than free!

Enjoy!

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Riding in the back of the Uber from the airport to the hotel, I legit could not stop staring at Jae's vine-like neck tattoo. It was annoying to say the least, considering he's had that (along with his numerous other tats) for months now. I suppose it was the fact that he told me this morning before boarding the damn plane that I have to somehow search for his latest inscribed addition.

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"Where… is it, Jae?" I begrudgingly ask him as we stand in line, blankly staring ahead at the boarding entrance, arms crossed, knowing full well he wasn't gonna answer as bluntly.

"You have to find it… later," he confidentially teases, the latter of that statement quietly chirped in my ear. I roll my eyes with a sly smirk, sensing that it likely meant this was permanently stamped somewhere the sun didn't shine.

So it wasn't until we reach the hotel that I was finally able to stop staring at him like a stalker of sorts. As a matter of fact, I manage to avoid eye contact with him as he held my hand, retrieving the hotel room keys with his free hand.

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When we reach the room, I see the king-sized bed with a card on top (likely from the promoter that booked Jae for this engagement). He heads that direction as I pull my suitcase over to the couch.

"I'm gonna take a shower," I tell Jae as I unzip my bag and grab a change of clothes, as well as my shower wrap to protect my hair.

"I'm gonna chill here," Jae replies as he plops down on the bed. "I'm lagged."

"Same," I agree with him, walking by him toward the bathroom. "See you in a bit."

"Okay, don't take too long," I hear Jae request behind me. I can feel him smile as he continues. "I've been missing you."

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His subtle confession followed me into the bathroom before the home improvement enthusiast in me jumped out. "Oh shit!

"This my type of shower right here!" I excitably exclaim as I hear Jae laugh from the bed. I notice the built-in seat almost immediately, while I sneak a peak at the other quality features before I discard my clothes.

I leave the bathroom door open for the most part, while closing the shower door almost completely because I never know where water lands when I turn showers on. Sure enough, it immediately lands on the door before I attempt to adjust the shower head, accidentally disengaging the head from its compartment.

Oh!.. Noted, I think to myself as I place it right back. My showers be therapeutic, and I planned on this one not being any different. Especially in light of what Jae's been hinting at today. In addition to the whole tattoo ordeal and him saying he's been missing me, there has been tension building the past few weeks.

Unfortunately, Jae's been too busy preparing for this gig with his team to spend a lot of quality time with me. I understand that completely, but my body does not. It rarely does; I just keep it composed for moral purposes. So, to compensate (because patience is not really my thing), I've been spending some quality alone time with myself, by myself. Though, of course, it's not the same.

As I put my shower cap on over my hair and step into the shower, I definitely wanna respect Jae's privacy and desire to relax in the other room. So I go about my business as usual, which goes well until I begin to really take notice of the water pressure coming from this shower head. Without even thinking about it, I let out a almost inaudible moan as I lean back against the wall. "Fuck, that feels good," I mutter to myself as I resume lathering my body with soap.

Giving extra time to my breasts, I let out a low moan again as I go for my crotch next. As soon as the wet, soapy towel touches my lower lips, I gradually begin to lose my mind. That coupled with the water from the shower head inspired me to try something.

I set the towel down and disengage the shower head once again, this time very much on purpose. I aim it extremely close to my pussy, allowing there to be a lot more pressure from the water. As it rinses the soap off, it also quickly turns me on. "Oh my fucking god," I exhale as I roll my hips upward.

After a few moments of that, I feel myself wince as I take two of my fingers and spread my lips open, mentally shunning the freak in me for even doing this. I knew it obviously wasn't the same as, say, someone else's tongue doing similar work, but it still felt alarmingly good. My moans increase in volume and pitch as those same two fingers make their way inside.

I pretty much forwent the whole quiet thing at this point, but I didn't give a fuck. Maybe someone deserved to hear this and become inspired his damn self. I can't say I'm forcing anyone to do anything, but I also can't say I wasn't giving an option for invitation.

"Oh fuck… Fuck, this feels too fucking good," I moan out, pumping my fingers at a moderate pace, still rolling my hips up to meet its friction. "God, I just wish I had… more to… fuckin' work with.

"I – oh, God – just need your fingers… your tongue… your - fuck! - your dick inside me… Please, baby…" With my head hung, and my eyes struggling to stay open, I could feel myself losing more and more of the composure I barely had to begin with. Half of my remaining brain cells were on mission, the other half unaware of anything else but this moment, yet both halves were working toward the same goals.

At this point, my conscience was speaking for me, somehow delivering a late reply to my boyfriend as I inch my fingers deeper and deeper. "Fuck… I… miss… you too, baby. I wanna be… the only b-bitch… kissing… licking… on you… and all your fucking tattoos. I need my hole filled by you—"

"Which one?" a voice echoes in the vicinity of the bathroom, but I'm already too out of it to register who… else… it might be.

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"Huh?" was all I could get out, half-confused and mostly undone.

"Which hole?" the same voice asks, with the same amount of gentle tenacity.

I begin to slowly open my eyes as I drunkenly reply, "Uhh… all of them?"

I hear laughter on the other side of the shower door as this somehow mysterious voice states, "I only have a mouth, a dick, and two hands… One of which is holding said dick. I'm gonna need you to be a little bit more specific."

"Oh s-shit!" I cautiously shout as I drop the shower head in a slightly startled state of shock, thus completely bringing me back to Earth. "Jae?"

"Nope, it's a janitor," Jae jokes before laughing. I couldn't help but laugh as well, but not before telling him to 'shut the fuck up.'

I pick up the shower head and place it back where it belonged. In the time it took to do that, I recalled what I believe I heard Jae say a minute ago. "Still holding your dick?" I casually ask him.

He answers just as nonchalantly, "Stroking it, even… Just thinking about what you were saying…"

"I swear I don't even remember half of what I fuckin' said…" I meant that. I may have been speaking from my heart or whatever, but I just know for a fact that if I had put any thought into it, half of it wouldn't have ever left my lips.

"That's interesting," Jae states. "You don't remember just saying how you want to be the only one kissing on my tattoos? Or how you want your holes filled by everything?"

"Now I know I didn't say it like that," I retort through the palm that I placed on my face. Shortly after we both chuckle at that, I hear a light thud on his end, causing me to finally open the shower door. What I end up seeing drops me on the shower seat.

Jae takes off his t-shirt and throws it with his pants and boxers I see outside the bathroom door. As he turns to make his way to me, I spy with my little eye… it. The newest addition to his tattoo collection.

"No fucking way," I spit out as I notice this elaborate shooting star opposite his vine-like tattoo, but right above his waist line. It was so nice, but I also caught a glimpse of his soft, yet alluring eyes staring down at me, to which all I could satisfactorily reply to it all was "Mmm."

I scoot over closer to the door on the seat as Jae hovers over me, his hand resuming its position around his cock. "May I come in?"

❝I want my hands tattooed on your body, baby.❞

♪ ♫ Sex Never Felt Better | TGT

I wanted badly to reply, "Not yet, but you can cum real quick," but next thing you know, Jae saunters into the shower, closing the door behind him. To my slight surprise, I almost immediately feel his thumbs circle my nipples while his lips trail kisses all around my neck.

It takes roughly zero seconds for me to moan at the water, my legs attempting to gird themselves around Jae’s torso in agreement. “Jae, fuck…” It seemed like he waited for actual words to leave my mouth before moving on up to my gaping lips.

Taking a seat next to me, he gently wraps his fingers around my neck, leisurely gliding his tongue around my lips one good time before it eases his way in between them with a smirk. I couldn’t help but smile while kissing him back because one, that was hot as fuck considering, two, he’s terribly good at maintaining some sort of composure… no matter how bad he may seem to want me.

I feel a hand sail along my wet skin, down to what probably is consistently the wettest part of me. I end up biting Jae’s bottom lip, obnoxiously moaning through my teeth when I feel just the tips of two of his fingers press against my entrance.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," I repeat breathlessly as Jae simultaneously pulls his lip back and pushes his fingers further inside me. “Shit, baby…”

“God, I miss hearing that,” Jae utters out in my ear, “you sound so good… Damn, you haven’t been this tight in a fucking minute.”

I sluggishly moan low in Jae’s ear, actually feeling how I’m readjusting back to the now full length of these same two fingers, along with a thumb circling the clit. As heavenly as it feels, I couldn’t resist attempting to shoot a tiny verbal dagger his direction… because why not? “Then keep doing something about it.”

Instantly, I feel Jae’s lips on my neck, paving their own trail down my body. After resting on the islands of my breasts a couple moments, his mouth continues to journey downward to meet my fingers. I soon begin to feel his warm breath blowing between my thighs as I feel a twisting of the fingers before they are pulled out of me.

“J-Jae…” I breathe out, my eyes opening to Jae sucking two fingers while seemingly surveying every inch of my being. I’m able to hear him hum just over the sound of the water hitting his back, both hands placed firmly around the inside of my thighs as he plunges himself head-first into my pussy. Hums were accompanied with licking beneath me, while names were replaced with panting above him.

“Fuck,” Jae exhales when I see his face again. “You always taste so fuckin’ good,” he compliments, three fingers stretching me out as his tongue rejoins in alternation.

“Oh, fuck!” I shakily moan out, threading my fingers through Jae’s slick hair, holding his head steady as I grind my pulsating pussy up to his hungry mouth. Still feeling Jae’s long fingers dig their way directly to my clit, I do my best to encourage him. “Please don’t stop… until I cum… Keep going… Go deeper, babe…”

Jae hums approvingly before following those orders in a way that makes my damn head spin, and my eyes roll back. I grip the seat as I have my legs rested on Jae’s upper back. I notice a moment of withdrawal as he disengages his tongue from my dripping pussy, only for him to spit on it before submerging his face back in between my legs.

Between the vibrations from his sporadic humming and his tongue and fingers feeling like they’re doing backflips damn near in my stomach, I cry out in stimulating pleasure… especially when his free hand makes its way up to fondle my tits.

“Mmhmm,” is all I hear Jae utter out without letting up for a second. If nothing else, his fingers pump themselves even faster, and my legs begin to shake.

This is usually the portion of the program where he stops completely, with his teasing ass. I struggle to open my eyes, glaring down at Jae, whose almost playful gaze is staring at me. After one more solid suck, he forces his head back in laughter, both hands still where they were before.

He knows that I know how he operates, so as he begins to lift himself from the tiled shower floor, he assures, “I wouldn’t do that to you this time, babe.”

“Mm,” is my snarky little reply before Jae’s tongue flicks ever-so-slightly on the nipple that isn’t already having a thumb grazed across or being pinched. “Please…”

Jae’s fingers had slowed down, yet dug themselves even deeper, as he latches his mouth around that same nipple. As he switches between each perky nub, he pumps his fingers inside me faster… and faster.

“Oh God, Jae…” I exhale, getting weaker in the knees with just about every motion, yet strengthening Jae with each moan that eases or forces itself out of my lips.

Now Jae takes it into his own hands to encourage me. “Yeah, Ki… Let me know just how much you missed this shit, baby.”

“So fucking much, babe,” I reply, still breathless, my back arching when I feel a large hand against the moisture of it. “So… damn… f-fuck, Jae!”

I couldn’t even finish reiterating my feelings due to how distracted I became, with Jae’s fingers repeatedly hitting my clit directly. Once his lips were back on my neck, it was a wrap. Without so much as a loud gasp in Jae’s ear, an inebriating orgasm transpires. I let out a moan so loud and lusty that I’m sure one could hear it from the hotel hallway.

When Jae’s fingers finally ease their way out of me, a jet stream of cum leaks out, and tears literally start to build. “Fuck, Jae…” I chuckle, as he takes one of those fingers and gestures for me to suck on it. Which I do, of course, before he pulls it out and momentarily sucks another one.

Throwing my head back, I blindly, yet tenderly feel along Jae’s creamy wet skin. While still recovering and calming my body down, I begin to slither to the floor. I start to regain some strength… because this is far from over.

❝…I love them tattoos, I still gotta learn 'em all… Tell me when you're gonna make them the writings on my wall…❞ ♪ ♫ Touch Me | Victoria Monet

Once I look up to face a now standing Jae (in more ways than one), I look up and down his body, admiring the artwork painted throughout it. Not quite fully back on Earth mentally, I finally decide to express a thought or two on the star on his stomach. "I really like this astral situation you got going on, baby," I tell him with a mellow grin.

After Jae thanks me for the compliment, I place a few pampering kisses along said 'situation,' adjusting myself so that I'm already sitting back on the seat. Meanwhile, Jae asks, "What do you like about it?"

My brief, honest answer? "How close it is to what I want," I reply as I hunch over, my lips and tongue coating the tip of his dick.

"Oh fuck," Jae breathes out, immediately satisfying my ears, as well as other places along my body. I see his hand grip the shaft before continuing to stroke.

I suck the tip while gently running my thumb along the tattoo before looking up at him. For one, I could tell it had been at least a couple weeks since he'd gotten it, due to him not flinching when I began to touch it. For another thing, I catch him rolling his neck before looking down at me looking at him.

I soften my gaze as I lap at the tip with my tongue. My hand goes from Jae's waist back to my aching pussy as the other hand trails up his more decorated arm. I moan before my fingers are quickly replaced with his again, allowing his cock to go further down my throat as his fingers plunge deeper in between my very open legs.

"I really fucking missed this," Jae exhales as I hum around his length in agreement. "I really fucking missed you."

He pulls out of my mouth, much to both of our disappointment, but then he slips his tongue inside. We both moan almost harmoniously as we intensely suck each others' tongues.

"Fuck," Jae breathes out after a moment, probably also feeling my hand wrapped around his cock.

"It really has been a minute," I let out between kisses, some on his lips, but a lot on his neck. In a maneuver Jae's used to, I lick along that vine-like tattoo like it came with an instruction manual.

"It has, and you're not missing a goddamn beat," Jae replies in between moans and faster pumping from his fingers, nearing my g-spot.

"Neither are you… Shit… Don't stop." I pant into his ear before we exchange several deep kisses, moaning at how good we're finally making each other feel after this past month. I notice how my moans become more drawn out in contrast to the rapid pace I feel Jae's fingers push in and out of me. "Fuck, Jae…"

"Yeah, Ki…" I feel Jae's breath near my ear as he continues, "You like that?"

"Of course, always," I reply with my hand recirculating the tip, "but you know I want more."

"You deserve more," Jae concurs as he pulls away from me completely, inadvertently stepping into the direct path of water from the shower head. "Oh shit. That feels good."

I half-laugh, seeing him feel a fraction of what I felt with the water pressure I mentioned before, but also… He looks hot as fuck with that water running down his body. I must've been obvious with my ogling because I see Jae smirk at me before stepping forward an inch for the water to drench his hair.

I take that as an opportunity to get back down on my knees and pick up where I was left off. Feeling like I had did just enough prep prior, I went ahead and took him to the hilt. With most of his dick halfway down my throat in record time, I want to see his reaction, but I wasn't about to be blinded by the water. It almost didn't matter, though, because I sure as hell heard it.

"Fuck, Kia!" Jae spits out as I feel a hand grip my shower cap, pushing my head further down his shaft. An almost purr-like moan soon follows from the both of us. After a few seconds, he lets go of my head, allowing me to suck him off.

I could hear Jae pant expressively above me, and I just had to see what that was like, so I pull away momentarily, and it was worth it – for me at least. I was able to catch his facial features release from the probably distorted way his eyes close like it usually is when I'm on his dick like that… and the animal in me almost got unleashed again.

I held it together as much as I could though. "You look so fucking hot, Jae," I spill while one of my hands wrap around his cock, and the other caresses the star tattoo (finally, a tattoo I can fucking reach from this position!).

"So do you, baby," Jae replies, a bit sluggishly, reminding me of just how much more 'laggy' I'm making him… Although, I know neither one of us care enough to stop. We always finish what we start… even if we take our time to get there.

After Jae asks me to retrieve a dry towel for his face, I'm back on the blessed shower seat, repositioning myself to take his cock back into my mouth. Jae assists by placing a foot on the seat, but I should've remembered that there's always gonna be something in most leg ups for him as well.

As he guides his dick back into my mouth, he wraps a hand around my neck. He knows how much I'm annoyingly turned on by such an action, and he knows how to switch it up when necessary. Needless to say, he had enough of a grip for me to choke on his length (something he's annoyingly turned on by).

Moaning at the shower tile, Jae begins to fuck my mouth slowly. I begin to moan in place of words I wouldn't have been able to find whether his dick was down my throat or not. Jae, on the other hand… "You're taking it so good, babe.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum so hard in that pretty mouth of yours…” Jae chokes out. “And you're gonna take all that like a good girl, right?"

"Mmhmm," was all I could obviously reply with, and while I could be bratty as fuck, I decided to forgo it… for now. I missed this Jae too damn much.

While never letting go of my neck, he pulls out of my mouth, inadvertently giving me enough time to croak, "I want your cum down my throat, baby," before shoving himself back inside.

Finding myself choking more often than usual, I feel a tiny trail of drool (and probably a hint of precum) run down my chin. Fucking my throat at a faster pace, Jae hunches over ever-so-slightly, but it's more than enough for me to finally reach his chest. I'm not trying to cut off my blood flow, so I close my eyes and feel my way around.

I purposely run my palms along his nipples, pinching them until they're as hard as his dick has been. I stick my tongue out underneath to fucking breathe, but I know how much that subtle change fucks him up. It sounds to me like this combo is doing its job because Jae is reduced to panting again, especially when I shift my tongue from left to right.

"Keep doing that, Ki," I hear Jae exhale as he proceeds to fuck my mouth. Shortly after, Jae's fingers press against my neck before letting go of it completely. I’m able to go a step further with it and open my mouth and throat some more, dragging my tongue underneath from the sack to the tip, over and over… and over, until– "I'm gonna fucking cum!"

The brat in me instantly jumps out again as my mouth lets go, and my hands remain on his chest, moving to his arms. Looking up at a ravished Jae, I go, "Oh really?" with a smirk.

"Don't fucking play," Jae growls.

"I'm not!" I playfully retaliate, "I'm just asking a simple ass question."

I see Jae roll his eyes before my mouth resumes guiding him to his finish. "There you go," Jae blows out, "Good girl…"

"Mm," I respond, still acting bratty with my fingers pinching his nipples again. Since I have a lot more control than before, I retreat and advance on his cock repeatedly until I hear a shaky, high-pitched moan signaling my place to stop.

Resting my tongue underneath his tip, I fondle Jae's balls while he wraps his fingers back around his warm shaft. "Oh yeah, baby… F-fuck… Fuck!"

With just a bit a tip sucking, Jae's streams of cum find their way down my throat, resting in the back of it. Once he sits back down on the seat next to me, I kiss him deeply, the both of us moaning when he receives a fraction of his own cum in his mouth.

"I fuckin' love it when you do that," Jae states after swallowing his portion.

"I know," I breathe out in a bit of a cocky manner before giving him a couple more kisses on his lips. I finally take a moment to kiss around his chest, sucking on his nipples while staring into his glazed eyes smiling down at me.

I instinctively begin to climb onto Jae’s lap, with his hands firmly on my waistline helping me – wait – guiding me right back where I was seated. Only for a moment, though, because then he lifts me off the seat, carrying me to the other end of the shower.

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yer-cute-when-you-scream · 4 years

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day6 as boyfriends headcanons?? fluff and smut pls 🥺

A/N: I hope you enjoy this and I’m so sorry it took me so long to finish, I had bad writer’s block );

Sungjin

He gives you loving gazes all the time

You could be brushing your teeth and you look over to him

He’s looking at you like you’re his whole world

Oh, that’s right you are his whole world

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

“No, I just love looking at you.”

You have that romance movie cliché type of love

Your friends are jealous of the love you share together

However, he’s wary about PDA, but he will hold your hand in public

Maybe a kiss on the cheek

He just prefers to keep those intimate moments between the two of you

He occasionally serenades you with his guitar

Sometimes, you’ll ask him to play because it helps you fall asleep

He loves looking down to see you all curled up and hugging his pillow

Sex is absolutely amazing

You both praise the hell out of each other

It can get rough sometimes but that’s usually when he’s really stressed

But he always makes sure you’re okay with it beforehand too

He loves morning sex and the peppered kisses that come along with it

He loves the way you look when you’re riding him

It brings him to his knees every time

He will give you whatever you want if you ride him

You were sitting on the couch watching a show when you heard the front door open. You look over and you see Sungjin with his shoulders hanging low, he looks exhausted. He trudges over to you and you motion in front of you, “Sungjin, sit down,” you tell him, he gives a strange look but obliges. You help him take his jacket off and begin to massage his shoulders, working your hands to get the knots out. He lets out a few groans as he closes his eyes and relaxes under your touch. “Baby, why are you doing this?” he asks, curious at your sudden actions. “I knew you were practicing really hard today, I just wanted to help you relax a bit.” Your hands move down his arms, deeply massaging more. He lets his head fall back against your chest, turning his head to kiss your cheek. He wonders how he got so lucky to find someone like you.

Jae

#1 Supportive Boyfriend

He loves making you happy

You both are always joking around and pranking the others together

He loves it when you wear his clothing

Especially when the first thing he sees in the morning is you in only his shirt

“Babe, you’re drooling.”

He always makes sure you have a few of his shirts and hoodies before he leaves on tour

You will never not have any confidence around this man

He always hypes you up

He doesn’t really care about PDA

He will give you a loving kiss in public like nobody is watching

Silent giggles at night

He’s so playful with you

Being absolute crackheads together

So much kissing in the morning…plus other things

Morning sex is his favorite thing

Most of the time it happens cause all you’re wearing is his shirt

He just lifts the shirt up and slides into you

Loves pleasing you

Always eats you out like you’re his last meal

Such an amazing lover omfg

He wants to watch you come undone beneath him

He’ll definitely overstimulate the hell out of you

You were walking in the park with Jae, laughing at each other's jokes and stories from when you were younger. You looked over and saw an ice cream stand, immediately grabbing his hand and running over there to look at the selection. Before you could even grab your wallet and tell the worker what you wanted, Jae had already ordered your favorite flavor along with his own cone as he took his wallet out. You looked over to him smiling because he remembered your favorite, ”Thank you, Baby. you know I wasn’t expecting you to pay?” you tell him, before giving him a kiss on the cheek. He smiles over to you and nods, ”I know, but I still wanted to pay.” You chuckle then look down at his wallet and see in one of the clear sleeves a polaroid of the both of you. You had taken that picture on your first anniversary; you were both on the couch and he had his arms around you, and he was kissing your cheek. ”You keep that photo of us in your wallet?” you asked after he put his wallet in his pocket, the both of you grabbing your cones and walking down the path in the park. He quickly pulled his wallet back out and opened it to reveal the picture, he smiled so lovingly as he looked at the picture and remembered that day. ”Yeah, it’s my favorite picture of us.” ”Oh yeah, why’s that?” ”It’s the day I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you,” he softly said, looking over to you. You stopped at his confession, looking up at him and smiling, ”I love you so much, Jae,” you begin as you lean up and kiss him, ”You’re a damn cheesy,” you finish before slightly smearing your cone on his nose. He gasps and begins laughing, ”Oh, you’re so done for!”

Young K

What a gentleman

He randomly surprises you with flowers at work

He opens your car door for you

Actually, he opens every door for you

Even when you said he didn’t have to

But he just loves to do simple gestures like that

He always makes sure you’re taken care of

Especially when you’re sick

”Baby, I don’t want you to get sick!”

”I don't care, you need to be cared for! Now eat your soup and take your medicine.”

He’s very protective of you

But not in a toxic possessive way

You’re just his baby, you know?

He wants to make sure you don’t get hurt

Another one who’s very playful

Although, not so much in bed

He’s dominant and never lets you top

But jesus, is he so fucking great

He’ll have you crying in pleasure within 2 minutes

And that’s just when he uses his fingers

Don’t be a brat to this man cause oh boy

You’ll get punished with spankings, overstimulation, and orgasm denial

He won’t stop until you’re begging

But if you aren’t a brat

Look forward to praising and getting rewarded with what you want

Brian had taken you out on a picnic in an area that was very secluded and breathtaking, you laid in his arms, both overlooking the shallow river in front of you. Brian played with your hair as he hummed ’Fly Me to The Moon’ by Frank Sinatra, it was a scene out of a romance movie. ”The water looks so refreshing,” you stated, glancing up at him. He smiles then gets up and pulls you up with him ”Let’s go see how ’refreshing it is.” You giggle and run to the river with him, the cool water came up to your knees and you smirked at Brian and splashed him, he gives you a shocked look and returns the smirk ”Oh, you're gonna get it.” You both have a splash battle, your laughs erupting into the area around you. It ends with you jumping into his arms, he deeply kisses you then walks back to the picnic blanket and you both lay down with him on top of you. One thing leads to another and you’re both making love as the sunsets and twilight appears, a million stars shining on you both.

Wonpil

Absolutely soft for you

Loves kissing you so much

And just touching you

You have movie nights together

He can be such a romantic cliche

But you love it

He randomly surprises you with flowers

”I saw them, and I thought of you!”

He has big heart eyes for you

You could be doing a mundane task and he's just leaning on the wall watching you with a smile

Sometimes when you bend over while he's watching

His heart eyes turn to lust

And depending on whether he's in his dom or sub headspace

He either pushes you over the nearest surface and then fucks you until you're screaming

Or comes up behind you and whines for you to touch him while pressing his bulge against you

If he's in his dom headspace and you want your way

Start softly begging for him and then take his fingers and suck on them

He will give you exactly what you want

His sub headspace is so sfusud

If you're sitting down, he will get on his knees

Place kisses up your legs and tell you how much he needs you

You woke up and immediately called the dream you were having; it was a wet dream. The heat between your thighs was unbearable, you look over and see the Wonpil was still asleep, you sighed and decided to not wake him up, assuming he was exhausted after the previous night you had together. You slip your hand under your panties and begin rubbing your clit, your other hand covers your mouth to muffle the sounds trying to escape you. Just as you're about to push two fingers in, Wonpil’s voice fills the room ”What are you doing, Angel?” You halt your movements and widen your eyes, you begin to stutter while trying to find the words, his smirk is devilish as he hovers over you. ”I-I wasn't doing anything- I was j-” ”Don’t act so innocent, you had me pinned underneath you just last night,” He purrs into your ear, you crumble and start roaming your hands his body. ”Baby, I need you so much. Please touch me.” He leans down and places a kiss on your lips before replacing your hand in your panties with his own.

Dowoon

Another soft boy

He worships the ground you walk on

Makes sure you know how much he loves you everday

Ngl he is a little awkward at first in your relationship

But when he gets comfortable it’s amazing

You both have so much fun together

He tries to teach you how to play the drums

So patient with you and makes sure you don’t feel bad if you mess up

“Oops, not that one, Baby, you’re gonna hit the crash symbal not the hi-hat symbal. That’s okay though, I did that too when I was first learning! It took me forever to learn this part in this song.”

He’s always holding your hand

Anytime you ask him to help you with something he feels so happy

He loves it when you need him

And he loves it when you need him

When you need him, he feels so powerful and dominant

He’s definitely not a Hard Dom, he is sooo soft

He loves teasing you though

But when he is his usual submissive self

He is so pretty when he begs for you to fuck him

You caught him masturbating once and nearly fell apart when you heard him moaning your name

And you practically caved in when he looked up at you and pleaded for you to touch him

It was 2 A.M when you woke up to a call from Dowoon, he was on tour in a different country and even though it was only one more week until he was home, he was missing you a great deal. You groggily answer the phone, ”Hello?” ”Oh no, did I wake you up?” he asked, sounding a bit upset. You crack a small smile and reassuring him it's okay, besides you didn't have anything to do the next day, why not stay up all night talking to Dowoon? You both talk about each other's day, what was new and how his tour was going. There a small pause in the conversation before Dowoon speaks ”God...The things I would do just to see your face right now.” ”I know, Baby, I miss you so much right now.” ”One more week and then I'm cuddling you until the world ends.” You chuckle at his words, the both of you continue to talk until you end up falling asleep on the phone with him. Before Dowoon hung up, he said ”I love you so much, Baby, I'll see you when I get home.

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pairing: harpy!Jae x reader

genre: smut

warnings: fingering, unprotected sex (please don’t), penetrative sex, yandere themes if you squint. I think that’s it? If not let me know and I can edit it and add what I missed.

word count: 6,521

A/N: Guys I am sorry it’s so late. It is currently 12:38 a.m. and I have been trying to finish this for two days. I had some issues with not one but two power outages and just a hard time with getting my shit together. Thank everyone for your patience, but a huge thanks to K for making this title card and helping me when my motivation lowered.

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Walking a few beats faster than your normal pace, you round the corner just a tad too close, bumping into the wall slightly. Slowing down a little as you rub your right arm, you lift your head briefly to make sure you aren’t on a collision course with anything else before speeding back up. You were used to this route, you took it at least once a week but you frequently went this way even when you didn’t have the Mythology class. Though, to be fair, you weren’t really taking the class, you were the teaching aide, and you absolutely loved it. Your previous class had just ended and even though you weren’t due to the classroom for another two hours, you always went early. It was, in a sense, your “me time.” Your freshman year, you tried so hard to get picked as the aide for Professor Kim, being that was only the person you admired most in life. The man had written no less than three books on different versions of mythology, all of which you had read numerous times, his feature on Greek mythology being your favorite. By the time your sophomore year had come around, your grades had gotten you noticed enough to be considered for being an aide, it was just pure luck that you managed to be assigned to Prof. Kim. By junior year, he had asked for you to once again be his aide, which led to now.

You sat down at your own little desk in the corner of Prof. Kim’s office, it had been his idea to have you a desk put in his office after he found you in the library pouring over your notes one too many times. It was part of your routine, you would leave from your previous class and go sit somewhere and look over your notes from the previous week. You wanted to make sure that your mind was refreshed before each class. After a few weeks, your mentor mentioned that there was an extra desk in his office that you could use, rather than the uncomfortable tables in the library, which you happily accepted. Once you were settled, you pulled out your notebook and began your routine of looking over your notes. As you hyper focus on your notes, a take out coffee gets placed beside you. A smile plays at your lips as you look up to thank Professor Kim. “How many times have I told you that there are better things for you to be doing with your free time?” You immediately giggle at the playful tone he has and think quickly of a response. “Well, that’s probably true, but how the hell am I supposed to beat you in your own field if I don’t study and do my best?” He lifts his hand to his chest in mock hurt before you both burst into a fit of laughter. With a shake of his head, your mentor turns to his desk and sits and busies himself as you go back to your notes.

You get to the lecture hall before Professor Kim, as usual, he prefers to be “fashionably late” as he likes to say. You scan the room, taking note of everyone present. Most of the students here are returners, you know the vast majority from the previous year. During this year, you’ve taken the time to get to know any new comers. At this point, you know the name of everyone here and what seat they prefer to sit in. Well, until now. As your eyes scan the room, you notice a new face. You take a moment, wondering if you have somehow missed this person every week, but that quickly fades from your mind, you know there’s no absolutely way. But why would a person join the class so late in the semester? He would have missed so much, was there even a point to joining more than halfway through? You realize that your eyes had stayed focused on the new man. He was certainly very handsome. He looked like something only your imagination could conjure up. He was tall and thin with blonde hair that you could tell wasn’t his natural color, but you would be lying if you said it didn’t pair well with his dark chocolate eyes. It hit you that you were STILL staring and you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you quickly tried to move your gaze. You thought you averted your eyes rather quickly, and that made you feel a little bit better, but the last thing about him that you noticed was the small but cocky smirk that played across his lips.

The door slowly opens and Professor Kim silently walks in, not lifting his head until he reaches his podium. He looks around the room, seemingly in suspense before flashing a small smile and addressing the room. “We’re going to be doing something a little different today. Today, I’m going to have Y/N run this lecture.” You’re head snapped in his direction, panic flooding your gaze as it landed on him. He stepped aside from the podium, taking a seat at the small table you were seated at. He gave you a small smile and a slight nod of his head, his way of letting you know he had full confidence in you. You stood, legs slightly shaking as you made your way to the podium in front of the room. You knew these people, for the most part, you knew you shouldn’t be as nervous as you were but you really couldn’t help it. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, opening your eyes to find every set of eyes fixed on you.

Glancing down at your notes, hoping to buy yourself some time to shake your nerves, you take a moment to force yourself to stop holding the podium so tightly. You could see your knuckles turning white and you knew you wouldn’t be able to do this if you were so tense. Taking one more deep breath, you fixed your eyes on the sea of faces in front of you. “Ok guys, I need you to bear with me here. You guys know how quickly my brain flutters from one idea to another and how sometimes my mouth can’t keep up with my brain.” She sighs in relief when that gets a laugh from the class, a smile quickly replacing the anxious frown she had before. Finally feeling a little confidence, you jump right into your first teaching lesson. “Well, we’ve already covered our fair share of gods, theories and creatures, you all know how excited I got about the gorgons,” that got another laugh out of everyone, “but I think I may be able to top that excitement. We’re going to be exploring one of the lesser talked about creatures, and they’re really one of my favorites. Harpies.” You watch as few people perk up at the mention of the creatures, but you notice the blonde man really focus his attention on you. You could only assume that he too had a fascination with the topic, which would explain his sudden appearance.

“There are many different accounts of harpies throughout mythology. They have been called beautiful creatures, but have also been referred as quite the opposite. Some people say they were known to steal food as you were eating it, while others say they would steal people. There’s really only one thing all accounts have in common. Harpies were known to be some form of a mix of a woman and a bird.” Your eyes had continued to scan the room and every time your eyes landed on the handsome stranger, you could tell that he seemed to be hanging on your every word. The other students, while you could tell they were intrigued, it was nothing compared to the blonde man. His interest struck you as odd. Not that he was interested, just the look on his face as you spoke. His eyes were focused on you, seeming to burn through you really, and his face was like stone. He looked like he could erupt in anger at any time, but you couldn’t think of a reason why he would. Tearing your attention away, you continued your lecture, not wanting to lose your momentum. “This leads researchers to believe that there weren’t male harpies.” You could hear someone give a disgusted snort from somewhere in the room. You stop and look around, trying to figure out where it came from. The quick glance offers you no information, but you feel a little hurt that this would happen during your first lesson. You push that hurt feeling and continued on.

You conclude your lesson, releasing a breath that you hadn’t realized you had been holding, but feeling proud that you hadn’t flubbed anything up too badly. Professor Kim tells everyone that they are free to go, turning to you afterward and let you know how proud he is of you and finishing off by saying that he is considering making this a semi regular thing. You grace him with the biggest smile you think you’ve ever had and thank him and tell him how much you appreciate it. He dismisses you shortly after and you walk out feeling like nothing could ruin your day.

As you walk down the hall, you think about what you should do for the rest of the day. Mythology was your last class for the day, and while you really want to start planning for next week, you know it’s probably far too soon to be doing that. Especially since you know that you’ll make approximately 300 changes before the next class. You settle on getting a coffee on the way home and settling in front of the tv. A sudden call of your name draws you out of your thoughts and you quickly turn around to see where the voice came from. You see the tall newcomer from the mythology class walking toward you. Well, sauntering really. You can see the amount of confidence he has in himself just by his stride, he’s gorgeous and he knows it. He catches up and doesn’t immediately speak, which baffles you a little. The man had the nerve to stop you in a crowded hallway just to not even speak. What the hell was that about? “Do you have a question about class or something?” You try to keep your voice as polite as possible, despite the small irritation you feel. The man gives you that stupid smirk again and shakes his head lightly, causing his hair to fall into his face a little, which makes him more attractive and you more irritated. “I can see you know alot about mythology, but you also don’t know as much as you think you do. Your harpy interpretation was really cute, but wrong. Now if you really want to learn about harpies, let me know.” He hands a small slip of paper, which no doubt has his number on it, before he gives you a smile that is small but somehow still manages to give you butterflies. As he walks off without another word, you’re left speechless. Just who the hell does this guy think he is?

Over the next few days, you notice that you see the stranger almost everywhere. Late night run to the corner store near your house, he’s in the aisle next to you. Go to the library to check out some possible topics for next week, he’s at the table across from you. He was even at the park on the other side of town when you decided to go read under a tree. By the time you see him in your favorite coffee shop, you’ve had enough. You push your chair out from under you, the sound of the legs sliding against the floor making your ears hurt slightly and causes a chill to run down your spine, but you can’t be bothered to care. You have a fire behind your eyes as you stalk over to where he’s sitting and give a poke on the shoulder. “What the fuck is your deal, huh? Are you following me or something?” He looks at you with a dead pan face, other than a slight look of confusion. “I really have no idea what the hell you are talking about.” You study his face for a moment and you can’t see any sign of lying and you immediately feel silly. You issue a quick apology and change the subject, hoping to breeze past your lashing out. “Who are you anyway? I’ve never seen you in myth before the other day. Did you just decide to drop by late semester to see what it was about?” He lets out a small laugh and you’re struck by how beautiful a laugh can be. “The name is Jae, I guess you could say I am new to the area.” His reply is brief, but all of your questions are answered and when he gives you a full smile you immediately drop your gaze to your feet, suddenly flustered. The fact that he had gotten you flustered twice already had you slightly irritated. The flustered blushing girl was not who you were. You had always been a very confident and sure of yourself, blushing and getting tongue tied was not something you did often. And now this complete stranger had made it happen TWICE in less than a week was aggravating.

“Have you thought about my offer, teachy lady?” Even with your eyes on the floor, you could hear his smirk. You’re blush was quickly gone as you felt the slightest tint of anger bubble up in your stomach. “I’ve been studying mythology for years, I really doubt there is anything you could tell me that I don’t already know.” Your tone was curt, maybe a little more than you had intended but that was completely fine with you. You fixed your glare on the pair of eyes in front of you, doing your best not to fall into a trance of just staring at the beauty in them. The brief silence was broken in the form of a harsh laugh. You narrowed your eyes as Jae continued to laugh until he was a little out of breath. “No offense, dollface, but you don’t know shit.” he stood from the table and moved toward the door. “When you’re ready to talk, you have my number.”

The thoughts of the coffee house interaction still fill your mind as you ready yourself for bed. You honestly can’t believe he spoke to you that way, especially during your first actual conversation with the man. But what was worse was that it actually turned you on. It wasn’t the words he said as much as the tone he said them in. He had this cocky tone that affected you deep down in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t want to simmer on that thought for too long, you did your best to shake the thought from your head as you crawled into bed. You made sure to flip your pillow over, cold side is always the best side, before you slid under the covers and waited for sleep to take you.

You feel tips of fingers ghosting up your thigh, inching closer and closer to clothed heat. Just before they reach their mark, they sweep to the side and fall down to grab a handful of your ass, nails digging into your flesh. You let out a whimper, making your disappointment known, only to be met with a soft smack on the cheek of your ass. You let out a loud whine, loving the small sting the swat left behind. “Patience, baby. You’ll get everything you want, you just have to be patient.” The words whispered in your ear came just before a soft nibble to your earlobe. You could feel the wetness from you sex causing your underwear to cling to you. How would one man have so much power over you to have you so wet without even touching you? The ghost tips were back, this time traveling from your neck, down to your breasts before gently bypassing the hem on your sleep pants. You felt a burst of pleasure as a slow circle was drawn around your clit as the single digit slid through your folds and slowly pushed into your entrance. You let out a soft sigh, finally getting some sort of relief, pleasure flowing through your body. Your mind was clouded as a second finger prodded at your entrance only allowing you to form a single word. “Jae.”

You jolted up in your bed, a slight sheen of sweat covering your body. What the fuck was that? This could not be happening, you didn’t even really like the guy. Sure he had the beauty of a god, he smelled nice, and his laugh sounded heavenly, but that doesn’t mean anything. You still didn’t like him. Your gaze drifted to your purse where the slip of paper he had given you still remained crumpled up among the mass of pens you seem to collect. Absolutely not, there was no way. This was just a dream, it didn’t mean a thing, not one thing. You could totally ignore that dream like it never happened and not think of it at all. Totally.

You were doing pretty good about not thinking about your dream. You had gone to your classes and had been able to completely focus on what the lecture was about and had been able to take some great notes. You honestly hadn’t even thought of Jae or the dream since you had gotten a shower and headed out for your day. Still keeping your mind off of it, you sat at your desk in Professor Kim’s office, looking over some notes your mentor had been gracious enough to take for you last week. The two of you had already talked about this lecture and you were both relieved and a little disappointed that you would not be leading this week. You hadn’t really prepared much, which was completely unlike you, so you were glad you weren’t having to lecture without preparing. On the other hand, you had enjoyed the feeling of being in front of everyone as they listened to you. Realizing the time, you shut your notebook and walked to the lecture room. You did notice that you weren’t walking at your normal speed, and you couldn’t really figure out why you were sort of dragging but you decided not to think about it too long.

You made it to the room just before Professor Kim walked in, which really let you know how slow you must have been walking. You scanned the room, not wanting to admit that you couldn’t really decide whether or not you wanted to see that shimmer of blonde hair. When you didn’t see Jae, you felt a mix of emotions, but you absolutely would not consider the fact that you were more disappointed than relieved. You sat down at the desk just to the left of the podium, gaze focused on your mentor when a voice pipes in behind you. “Sorry for being late, class ran over.” You turn and see Jae walking in and he flashes a quick smile. Of course your cheeks flush, how does he even do that? He moves to take a seat at the front of the room, the opposite of where he sat last week. You quickly snap your head back to the man at the podium, trying to pay attention to what he says. It doesn’t take long for you to feel like you’re being watched and you cast a small glance toward the rest of the people in the room, only to find Jae’s eyes solely focused on you. You cut your eyes away quickly, but you can still feel his eyes on you. You leave the lecture with no new notes, no memory of what the professor talked about, and a gnawing sensation in your gut.

Jae and the dream had been on your mind since you left mythology. You had done everything you could to take your mind off of it and so far nothing had worked. So here you were, angrily scrubbing your already clean kitchen counter. You thought back to how he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you and it made your blood boil a little. You started scrubbing with a bit more force, every now and then your gaze flittered over to your purse. Should you just get him over here and just let him annoy you so you could stop thinking of his hand down your pants? Or maybe you could get him over for a quick fuck? After realizing the scrubbing had stopped, you tossed your sponge in your sink and made your way to your coffee table. Turning your purse over and letting the contents fall all over the table, you fumbled around trying to find the small crumpled paper. After a brief search, you find it and unfold it, staring at it for a moment as you try to make up your mind. Not letting yourself think about it too much, you grab your phone and type Jae’s number and a short message. “Still up for that talk about harpies?”

Fifteen minutes later as you sit on your couch, bouncing your legs nervously, you hear a knock on the door. You still weren’t sure how he hadn’t needed your address, but maybe he lived near or something. He did seem to live close since he was always where you were. You scrambled to get to the door before he knocked again, opening just as his hand was about to rap against it. You both stood there in silence, just staring at each other for a while until Jae lifted his eyebrow and nodded his head toward your apartment. You stuttered a bit while telling him to come in and asking if he wanted anything to drink. He gave you a polite no as he sat down in the chair across from the couch while you sat down on the far end of the couch, trying to put some distance between you so maybe he couldn’t affect you as much. The silence from before resumed, with you sitting there awkwardly while he seemed very relaxed and calm. “What’s wrong, dollface? I make you nervous or something?” His voice brought you out of your awkward phase rather quickly. “Are you gonna talk about harpies or just flirt?”

He gave a loud laugh, leaning farther back in the chair while he tried to catch his breath. “Fair enough, babe. So let me start with the harpies being ugly thing. That is just rude and an insult. Have you ever met a harpy? How do you know if they’re ugly? Never judge on someone else’s opinion, dollface.” You almost burst out laughing. Was this man serious? Here he was talking like harpies were real and walking among people, rather than a myth. “And secondly. No males? What the heck is that about? How would you get more harpies if male harpies weren’t a thing? You do know how reproduction works, don’t you? I know for a fact that harpies are in fact beautiful creatures and there are male harpies. I mean, just look at me, male and beautiful.”"

He flashed a cocky smile, and you weren't sure what he was saying. Was this man trying to imply that he was a harpy? You couldn't stop yourself from laughing this time, letting it all out until you were gasping for air. "Are you seriously trying to tell me that you are a harpy?" you managed to get out once you had caught your breath. He stared at you for a moment before he replied. "Yes. That is exactly what I'm saying." You didn't think you had it in you to laugh more, but you were wrong. "Hey! Stop laughing, woman! I'm serious here." But stop laughing you did not do. You just started laughing harder, tears forming in your eyes, only stopping when he stood up. "Fine. I'll show you."

He stood next to the chair as he took off his black hoodie and tossed it on the back of the chair, followed by his shirt. You were taken aback by his random stripping in your living room and quickly moved to cover your eyes. You heard what sounded like the flap of wings before he spoke to you. "You can't see if you cover your eyes, dummy." Tearing your hands away, you were ready to snap at him when you finally got a look at him. Given the circumstances, you were ashamed to admit that the first place your eyes went was his naked chest. He wasn't super defined but he was definitely nice to look at. "My wings are back here, darling." Your eyes snapped up to see that he did in fact have a set of wings and your eyes widened. They were huge and resembled the wings of an eagle. You placed your hand on his shoulder, forcing him to turn so you could see if had glued them on or something, but you found that they were very much attached to his back. You stood there in awe for a while, not sure what to say. His voice once again brought you out of your daze.

"You can touch them if you want." His voice wasn't far above a whisper and you glanced up at him to double check that it would be ok. His eyes were soft and he looked back down at you and nodded his head gently. You reached out and slowly moved your hand forward cautiously. When your skin met the feathers, you almost snatched back as a reflex, but you fought it and ran your hand down the side of the wing. They were soft, softer than anything you had ever felt, and you felt wrong touching them. Like they were made of glass. You quickly moved your hand back, causing a look of surprise to pass across Jae's features.

"Are you scared of me, dollface?" Were you scared? You didn't feel fear, at least you didn't think so. You felt many things. Awe, confusion, amazement, lust, but fear was nowhere to be found. You knew that you most definitely SHOULD be afraid, but you couldn’t find a reason to be. You didn’t feel like he would harm you in any way and you really couldn’t explain why, but you accepted it without much thought. You realized that you still needed to answer him, but you didn’t feel like words were not what was needed. Standing on your toes, you leaned in toward his mouth, hoping that he would meet you somewhere in the middle. He didn’t move, opting to let you stretch and reach until your lips found his. He stayed still for a moment only moving when his hand lifted to cup your face. It was unlike any kiss you had had before. It was intoxicating. It was soft and strong at the same time, sweet but full of lust. It didn’t take long for his tongue to swipe at your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You didn’t hesitate to fulfil his unspoken request, immediately flooded with the taste of him. He tasted of coffee, a sweet flavor with a hint of bitterness. You felt that it should be an unpleasant taste, but you could tell that you were already addicted. The soft moan that you whimpered couldn’t be held in and you could tell that he was pleased that you didn’t hold it when his hand moved from your jaw to your waist, pulling closer to him. He pulled back, to catch his breath you assumed, and rested his forehead on yours. “I’ll take that as a no then.” The heat of his breath fanned over your face, and you felt your knees start to buckle at the sound of his husky whisper.

He pulled your body closer, though you were sure you couldn’t get much closer to him. With a quirked eyebrow, he met your gaze. “Bed?” You nodded almost too excitedly, earning a chuckle from Jae. Taking his hand, you turned and led him down the hall to your small bedroom. He closed the door behind himself, quickly spinning you around as his hands found your ass and he lifted you up and pressed your back against the door. You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, lightly grinding your core against the growing bulge in his sweats. He let out a low moan before backing up slightly, just enough so his bulge had moved away from you. “So needy, already?” Your reply came only in the form of a moan, which granted you another chuckle from Jae. You whined, hoping it would convince him to move back and give you the friction you needed. He did move closer, but only to whisper in your ear. “Patience, baby.” You instantly moaned loudly as the memory of your dream came flooding back to you. Jae moved back against you before removing your back from the door and turning you both towards your bed. You were expecting him to toss you onto your bed, but instead he gently laid you down, climbing over you without breaking the kiss he had surprised you with. When you were firmly planted on the bed, he stood up straight, his wings raised and you weren’t sure you had seen anything sexier in your life. “I think it’s a little unfair that I have my shirt off and here you are still fully clothed.” Your arms instantly flew to the hem of your shirt, ready to tear it off and fling it to some unknown part of the room. Jae’s hands moved on top of yours, slowing your movements. “There’s no need to rush, dollface. What did I say about patience?” He stood back straight, allowing you to remove your own shirt. You slowed your pace, taking an agonizingly long time to rid yourself of the article. When your shirt was fully off, you tossed it to the floor, reaching around to unclasp your bra. You were slow with your movements again, eyes locked on Jae’s face as he watched you. When you tossed it aside, leaving yourself bare, you could see the lust in Jae’s eyes. His pupils were dark and blown out and his tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips.

You leaned back on the bed, putting your arms behind you and waited for Jae to make a move. He just stared for a moment, taking you in for a while. When he finally moved, his hands lunged forward, grabbing your leggings and pulling them down your legs slowly. He kept eye contact as he took what felt like forever to rid you of the clothing, only making you soak your panties further. Once he had your leggings off, he lowered himself on top of you, making his way to your neck, leaving small nibbles along your jaw. You turned your head to give him better access, a low groan coming from him in appreciation. His lips were suddenly replaced with his tongue, licking a slow stripe from the bottom of your jaw to your ear. He took your lobe into his mouth and giving it a bite as he moved his lips up. “Tell me what you want, baby.” His voice was low with a small bit of rasp to it, that coupled with his words had you moaning almost instantly. He hummed against your skin, urging you to give him an answer. “F-fingers” was all you could say, hoping to relive your dream in any way you could. He gave you a quick kiss as his hand made its way down to the hem of your underwear. You held your breath as he inched closer, the anticipation had you dripping and you needed some sort of relief. Finally his hand made its way into your underwear and you were almost panting as you waited for him to make contact with your throbbing clit. Just before his finger reached your bud, he quickly moved his hand lower, skipping over your clit completely. You let out a whine and he gave a chuckle as his face lowered to your chest.

He took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he slowly plunged two fingers into you. The feeling of finally having something filling you gave you just enough to give you the pleasure you had been craving, but his slow pace had you still needing more. You let out a long whine as you let your hand fall to his arm and tried to shove him further down. “M-more. Please.” You could feel him smile against your breast before he bit down and slid his mouth off of you. “Such a needy girl.” His tone was playful, but the look in his eye was very serious. Picking up his pace, he curled his fingers slightly finding your sweet spot almost immediately. Your moan was so intense that it almost felt like it hadn’t even come from you. On instinct, you grabbed Jae’s shoulder, nails digging into his skin. He let out a small moan of his own and tried to make a mental note of a sweet spot of his own. His pace quickened once more, his fingers pumping in and out of, causing your high to approach rapidly. You could feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten and Jae must have sensed it too. He leaned into you, lips just barely touching the shell of your ear. “Come on, let go for me, dollface.” With one last hard thrust of his fingers, the coil burst as you came all over his fingers and he helped you ride out your orgasm.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth, making sure to keep eye contact, and slowly shoved them in his mouth. He let out a groan at your taste, eyes slowly closing as he savored your release. The sight was beautiful. You loved being able to see how much he loved the way you tasted, you could almost watch him all day. The neediness you still felt said otherwise. Without really thinking, you grabbed one of his wings and gave it a small tug, catching his attention but also earning a groan. You’d revisit that later. “Jae. I need you inside of me. Please.” He gave you a smirk as he moved to fit himself between your legs. He lined himself up with your entrance, pausing briefly to make eye contact as he slowly pushed into your walls. Once he finally bottomed out, you let out a long moan, feeling more full that you ever had before. He gave you a moment to adjust, but you were quick to start moving your hips and whining for him to move. He slowly pulled himself back before harshly thrusting into you, causing another loud moan to fall from your lips. “You take me so well, dollface. I knew you would as soon as I saw you.”

Praise was falling from his lips as he picked up his pace, holding your hips in place as he timed his thrusts. Moans were falling from your mouth almost constantly as his pace picks up again. Your hands were wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into the skin around the base of his wings, his loud moans letting you know how much of a sweet spot you had found. His mouth fell to your neck and his pace got sloppy. You could tell he was close and so were you, his name falling from your mouth like a prayer. “Give me one more, baby. I know you can do it. Let it go.” One hard thrust was all you needed to come around his cock, with one final moan. Jae hurriedly asked you where you wanted him to cum. You didn’t have the strength to form words, so your reply was a simple whine as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you with your feet. You knew by a moan, deeper and longer than all the rest, that he got your meaning. Giving a few more hard thrusts, his hips grew frantic as he chased his own high. His body finally stilled as he released inside of you, choked moans and grunts falling from his mouth as he planted his face in the bend of your neck.

Jae placed a kiss sweetly on your lips and asked if you were ok and made sure he hadn’t hurt you in any way. “ ‘M fine. Just tired.” It had taken all of your strength to form the broken sentence and you watched as he gave you another small kiss and get up to clean you up and find your clothes. He got himself dressed and asked if you wanted him to stay or if he needed to leave, and you responded by making grabby hands at him. He gave a quiet giggle as he climbed into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you as snuggled close to him. “I knew you’d be the one. I just knew.” Sleep took you before you could ask him what he meant.

You could feel air blowing against your face, drawing you from your slumber. You slowly opened your eyes to find the sunrise, and you were very confused as to where you were. You move to get a better look at your surroundings. “Be still or you’ll fall, baby.” You look around to see Jae smiling at you, brighter than you had seen yet. Glancing around again, you turn to Jae, eyes full of concern. “Jae what’s going on? Where are we?” His smiles fades into a smirk as he places a kiss against your temple, warming you up despite the bitter breeze. “I’m taking you to my nest, dollface.” He gives you a small squeeze before he continues. “There are a few things I need to say. Remember in the coffee shop when you asked me why I was everywhere you were? I might have lied. I was following you, but only because you interested me so much. I just wanted to see what made you tick. After I told you what I am and you accepted me, and then after our wonderful night together, I decided that I wanted to keep you around. So, we’re heading to my nest. My home.” You watched him for a moment, confusion still clouding your mind. “And what if I don’t want to go to your nest?” Your tone was playful, not really sure what outcome you wanted or really what you expected him to say. He gave you another kiss to the temple and flashed you a smile. “Well. Then I drop you.”

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onyourzeus · 4 years

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it just is | pjh

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title: it just is pairing: park jaehyung (jae of day6) & you genre: angst with a happy ending words: 4.2k

author’s note: this took a few days to write because i wanted to approach it with sensitivity, and some realism from personal experiences. as i get to know jae as an artist, a day6 member, and a person even more, i feel so grateful for his music and his vulnerability that oftentimes is met with differing opinions from other people. i wanted to express that in this fic, and i hope i did the genre justice.

content warning: discussions of online hate, criticism, feelings of worthlessness, coping through them

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You don’t get it— or maybe you do. You’ve been given criticism before; on a powerpoint presentation, college-level essays, exams with written solutions needed, even for work performances. It has its benefits, having other qualified people observe you through their own lenses. It makes you notice the errors in your answers, mispronunciations, and flaws in your work ethic you wouldn’t have been able to catch if you were tasked to evaluate yourself.

There’s a difference however, in the ways that you’ve experienced being given criticism and the way Jae has.

He gets criticized. Instead of firm and blunt observations that he needs to take into consideration, and adjust when necessary, he isn’t given a room for improvement. He just receives these words with a punch to the gut, a slap on his face, and it stings. A whole damn lot.

You think about the unfair times you were given criticism for work or a task that you originally thought was executed decently enough, at least for your standards. But that’s the point of being handed blunt feedback, is to let you realize that you can reach higher than this, go beyond what you previously had shown to others or even to yourself.

Criticism given to you over the years had always spared space for you to reflect, and grow with it. It was always supposed to be a weapon for you to take into your own hands, and wield it yourself. It was never meant to attack you full force, and leave you bleeding with no help in sight.

So maybe you do get it, but also you never really will when it comes to Jae.

Either way, you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t pick up the phone at a time when everyone in the city should be fast, fast asleep. When people have already drifted off into a deep slumber that enables them to dream beautiful things.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you wouldn’t ride your bicycle so late at night which you absolutely abhor. The cold air hitting your face as you speed up against its current is rarely a welcomed feeling, but that was the least of your concerns as you turned the corner to his apartment.

When it comes to Jae, your mind hums a low beep, static noise to blaring fire alarms and resounding thoughts in an instant.

You don't think much of it, however. He's just another friend, one who is in need.

You never truly believed he could be alright by himself, but you wanted to give him a chance. Now, hearing his voice crack through your phone followed by the connection breaking apart, you struggle to forgive yourself for letting him be. Even for just a little bit.

There wasn’t a need to knock, but you’re worried Jae may have forgotten he even called you in hesitation in the first place. In order to avoid spooking him, you make your presence known more clearly in the darkness.

“Jae, it’s me. I’m coming into your room.”

The door squeaks lightly, but the view isn’t any different. It remains dark, and lifeless in here. Stepping inside, the air just got a little bit heavier, and Jae’s breathing sounds more difficult that you began feeling aware of your own heart rate speeding up.

Retracing your steps from the multiples times you’ve been here, you get to the small lamp he barely uses on his desk. You turn it on the lowest brightness setting, giving the room a bit more dimension. It gives you a better view of Jae laying down on his bed, eyes staring into the ceiling. His hands support the weight of his head, lifting it up from the sheets.

He sniffles for a split second, and your heart thuds like a mic stand dropping on the floor at an empty stadium.

“Hey,” you approach him, careful not to be too loud with your movements.

The mattress dips from the weight of your body, and Jae slightly shuffles to the side to give you room. The side of your lips twitch in response as you make yourself comfortable laying down next to him.

For the next few minutes, no one talked.

Not even a hello back from him, and that’s new.

It’s… concerning, to say the least. Even in his most stressful days, you’d stop by his place knowing it’d annoy him but the sight of you and the smell of homemade spam musubi never fails to brighten up his mood.

He doesn’t forget to tell you that, and it makes you feel needed.

Taking in a deep breath, you look at him in the corner of your eye. He’s not asleep, although his eyes flutter back and forth from keeping it trained to the ceiling and drooping it ever so slightly. You squint further, noticing dried streaks of tears blurring onto his skin.

Your voice shakes. "Tell me where it hurts, Jae.”

You will yourself to resist your own choked out sobs. You’re not even sure what the issue was today. It’s always different, as if they have a giant wheel reserved just for him that someone gets to spin for their own pleasure.

Sometimes it lands on the same, debunked misunderstanding. Other times, you’ve become shell-shocked at how quick they fill in the blanks with made-up accusations for the sole purpose of hurting him even more.

None of it makes sense, and what angers you the most is the fact that Jae made you promise not to interfere. You hate that he used that word with you, promise me, please? because both of you know the importance behind them, especially when said between the two of you.

Did he change his mind tonight? Did it suddenly become too much to bear that breaking the very promise he asked of you was his last resort for help?

“Tell me,” you repeat with more determination now than overwhelmed nerves.

“You wouldn’t understand,” Jae answers, cold and empty.

Any other day that you pester him with a makeshift therapy session, you’d take that as a challenge. But tonight, his words linger in the air and you can’t shake off the goosebumps on your skin.

Maybe he’s right; at this point, shouldn’t you be more irritated than concerned? If he’s not willing to at least describe how inflicting the pain must be with every word online stabbed into him, why do you bother cleaning up the mess?

“How do you know that?”

“Because you’re not me. They say those things because it’s me. I’m the problem.”

“Jae—"

You have the script memorized, the tirade of counterpoints to every blame shifted upon himself, but tonight you stop the words spilling from your mouth.

You turn your body towards him, hands folded underneath your cheek, a lone tear falling from your right eye.

“Do you believe them?” You ask, and the pause in Jae’s staring doesn’t go unnoticed.

He finally looks at you directly, ever since laying down beside him on his bed. With his body still laying flat, he turns his head to face you, his lips pressed together roughly.

You elicit a tsk sound, ignoring the amount of time that has passed since your question. Your fingers meet the cracked skin on his lips as you gently pry them off of each other. It’s wet, and the bright ring of blood doesn’t surprise you. Instead, you wipe it away, pulling your hand back to smear it off your shirt.

At some point, Jae mouths you a sorry but you don’t acknowledge him. Just as he’s obviously avoiding your own query.

“You’re not sleeping well,” it was more a fact than another question thrown at him. You reckon he’d be more cooperative with you if you say it how it is without him denying openly obvious things.

“You’re only drinking dubious cups of coffee in a day with one meal in between, at the most.”

“I haven’t had an appetite recently.”

“But you’d cater to your growing caffeine addiction more so than bring your appetite back?”

You don’t want to sound mean, but the stress lines forming on your forehead aren’t helping with your attempt to ease into the conversation more slowly.

Jae sighs, and it’s one of his many signs that entails he wants to move on, talk about something that is less targeting his questionable behavior and more mundane shit that doesn’t fit into the mood of the room at all.

“I didn’t think you’d come.”

Unexpectedly, you look back at him and answer with a hint of surprise, “You think so low of me.”

Jae laughs, and for a moment the room became brighter. Just a little bit.

“Dude, do you know what time it is?”

“Yes, do you?” It was a rhetorical question, but you’re sort of glad he’s not just staying silent anymore. “I don’t have class in the morning. Even if I did, I’d still be here. Just cursing you out more for making me bike in the cold.”

“It’s because you don’t wear enough layers, dummy,” Jae points out, pointing at the lack of thick clothing covering your upper body.

Your first instinct is to flick his forehead, nudge him by the shoulder, and call him a fool. How can you even think of yourself that way when you receive a call from someone whose voice was on the verge of tears?

But you let it go for now, it’s not like he’ll believe you. It’s not like it matters.

“I still haven’t gotten my From Friends merch, Jae,” you taunt him and he laughs once more. Slowly, you feel his mood change from dreary to a few degrees warmer as he sits up on the bed.

You follow his lead, keeping your knees close, chin resting atop them. You’ll humor him for right now, it’s probably best that you don’t force his feelings out in the open as unwanted as they may be. He might not allow you in the future if you do.

“You can have one of mine. They gave me a ton from the first test batches,” he offers, leaning into you as if to convince you even more.

“I’m seriously gonna hold you onto that. I’m not leaving your apartment tonight without a sweater or two,” you respond, darting your tongue out. Normally, Jae would reciprocate, and if he’s feeling even riskier, inch his face towards yours for shock value.

Tonight, he’s definitely acting differently than normal. Especially with what he says right after is not something you’d expect from Jae.

“Don’t leave tonight.”

“I—”

“Just for tonight?” Jae pleads, gaze fully on yours now. “I’m sorry for being selfish, but… I’m really, really glad you came. I wouldn’t know what… I’m just.. lost and I don’t know what else to think. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’ll stay,” you reassure him, not entirely sure what this entails.

This doesn’t feel like those nights you’d be here for sleepovers countless of times before. Those nights were planned, prepared, and eventually ends up with Jae sleeping on the couch and you hogging his bed, as per your request (yet he willingly lends you his blanket).

Maybe two, three hours at best— this was the amount of time you believed you’d stay. You’ll listen to him vent, or just sink into the silence with him. Either way, you knew your presence can only soothe his pain temporarily, and he won’t say it out loud so you show yourself out the door voluntarily.

He wouldn’t protest, just hug you goodbye and ask that you text him when you get home.

You awkwardly stretch out your legs, placing your hands on your thighs. Swallowing a nervous breath, you let out, “So, um, do you want to talk about it, pal… or…”

All of a sudden you can’t comprehend a single word you’re saying, while Jae just stares at you amusingly, his lips in a tight smile waiting to burst out in giggles.

“I’m trying to comfort you here!” you whine, pouting at the way he’s making fun of you. “When you suddenly ask me to stay just like that, it makes it… weird!”

“I’m sorry,” Jae chuckles airily, carding a hand through his ruffled dark brown locks. “It’s fun for me when I’m not the butt of the joke,” he continues on, tone spiraling to that of seriousness again.

“Is it something incredibly absurd again? What was it? What happened?”

Jae shakes his head. “The words don’t matter.”

You argue back, “Yes, they do. It’s what hurts the most.”

You’ve seen the tweets, sometimes even the hashtags and you wish there was a way to mass report the whole app altogether, and throw it all away in the trash. But Jae reprimands you for overreacting, even if you catch him smiling at the suggestion.

“Debatable,” he sighs outwardly, clasping his hands together and resting them in between the wall and the nape of his neck. “A lot of them are just empty words, sure, but the pain they inflict is something else entirely.”

There’s something about the way Jae speaks about criticism thrown at him that makes you frustrated.

It’s not a secret that there isn’t an ounce of defensive vein in you when you’re at the receiving end of people finding faults in your work, your character. You believe humans are overprotective of who they think they are, they’ve become, as much as they like to hide it.

But with Jae, he sounds way too calm and composed for your liking. Ironically so, since he mentions pain. Perhaps this is his coping mechanism, take them as they are, unembellished and oftentimes hurtful.

But it doesn’t have to be that way, because the more he speaks of them so nonchalantly, the less his eyes sparkle and show his true feelings.

Your eyebrows crease even further, examining Jae’s facial features that remain still and unmoving, giving attention to anything else in his line of sight but you.

“A lot of them are false accusations, you don’t have to accept what you think is false.”

“Are they, though? To an extent, I think it shows what others perceive of me on a daily basis.”

“So you’re saying you do believe what they say about you?”

“At this point,” Jae starts off, stretching his arms upwards before crossing them against his chest languidly. He looks tired. “What else do I believe in? You know when the negativity becomes so loud in your head, I can’t explain it, but the words that tell me to keep going get muddled and overpowered by everything that screams I’m not enough?”

You’re not sure whether to respond.

It doesn’t seem like anything you say can add value to his confession. You look down on your hands, not knowing what to do with them so you keep them intertwined. It’s sweaty, yet the buzzing of his air conditioner fills the air. For some reason, you can’t stop your heart from pounding heavily inside you either.

In a way, it’s possibly because of the realization that all you can offer Jae is an ear to listen to. All you can offer him is your body warmth hopefully exuding onto him, having the presence of another person in his space just to ensure that someone is listening to what he has to say. When no one else seems to let him do so online.

But you want to be more, you have wanted to be so much more. You wish your hands can extend themselves to his, pull him closer so he can hear your heart beating desperately for him. If it had a morse code of its own, it would have confessed the love you feel for him all this time.

It’s gone quiet again, so you slowly lift your head to sneak a peek at him. His eyes are closed, and you wonder if he’s fallen asleep with unwanted thoughts fogging his brain.

Great, the guilt makes it way on your shoulders, weighing you down with it. He asks you to stay, you don’t believe his sincerity, and when he’s opened up so much in one night, you lack the response he needed to hear.

“If it means anything, I don’t believe them. You have your share of dumb moments, sure, but who hasn’t? If they figured out how much stupid shit I have said or done in my lifetime, I don’t think I’ll have a career ever again,” you mutter, mostly to yourself now.

Your mind wanders back to those times that you’ve made yourself look like a fool in front of Jae, and he still holds you against them to this day.

“Remember when I said owls were the cutest animals ever? And then I saw a tumblr post of what their legs looked like underneath all of those feathers? I felt so betrayed,” you recall out loud, snickering at times the group chat you shared with Jae and your mutual friends consisted solely of those creepy baby owl pictures that have surfaced on the internet-- seemingly their only purpose was to torment you with the truth.

You had posted your intense distaste of the animal on your Twitter, rather proudly even. It was a good thing your account was private, but the shame you felt was too intense to keep it on your profile for too long so you ended up deleting it, anyway.

But imagine if someone had somehow saved that tweet and called you out for being cruel towards unsuspecting birds?

“Or the time I got so drunk, I basically roasted all of your solo songs, calling them the national anthem of a hopeless romantic who will never find the love they’ve been praying for?” This was before It Just Is with Seori, and it was a dare that Younghyun had given you as payback for making him act out a lovey-dovey manhwa scene with Dowoon.

You think, if their supporters heard that out of context, you’re most likely toast.

Understandably, these are all a stretch, and at the end of the day, you’re not as famous as Jae. And if anything, the “roast” you had blurted out was completely inaccurate of what you actually think of his solo projects.

A projection, if you will, of your own feelings. If anyone in your circle of friends wears the title of a hopeless romantic, the crown has been glued to your head since meeting Jae.

“I’m not making any sense,” you say, rubbing your cheeks for comfort while watching Jae just doze off into the night. You weren’t sure if he still needed you to stay, but you’d feel it would be amiss if you left.

You begin to shuffle your way off the bed to give yourself more space to think about your next move until you feel Jae’s hand reach for yours, and squeeze it tight.

“I didn’t say you can go,” he mumbles sleepily, eyes still fluttered close. Yet his lips are smiling, almost as if he’s dreaming lightly. If that were the case, you humor him, and let his hand fall into yours. You like it that way, too.

“Did you hear what I just said two minutes ago?”

“No,” he lies.

“Mhm,” you hum, slowly making your way on the bed again. This time, you sit next to him, his sweatpants clad thigh leaning against your leggings. Your hands still held together, albeit loosely, he lifts it up as if to examine it with droopy eyes.

“Thanks, though. Oddly enough, that made me feel a little better,” he admits. “Except for that time you said hated my songs. I don’t think I’m letting that go easily.”

“I was apologetic, and it was a dare! I offered you food for a week,” you protest, shaking his hand off but he doesn’t budge. He keeps it in his palms, and you don’t know what to do with yourself.

A blush escapes on your cheeks, pink and warm, and most definitely as a result of your nerves getting the best of you.

“True,” he recalls, and tilts his head to the side inquisitively, “but it sounded like you really meant it…”

“Jae, you know that’s not true. I literally stream them on soundcloud almost every day,” you say a matter-of-factly, but regret it since it wasn’t something that he had no knowledge about before tonight. He pulls your hand closer to his chest, and excitedly beams at you.

“No way?” He exclaims, and you have no choice but to confirm, a helpless pout on your face. “Yeah, I listened to it on the way here.”

“My number one fan, huh,” he coos, tracing the lines on your palm. You gulp hard, knowing how much sweat your hands had accumulated since meeting his touch. You really don’t want him to notice, but the soothing caress of his fingers felt better than not anything else in the world.

“Whatever floats your boat, dude,” you try to brush it off, and Jae nods animatedly.

You try your best not to appear sleepy as a yawn finds its way out your lips. Jae notices this, and sadly lets go. Then, he taps on his shoulder, the one right next to you.

“Sleep, my child.”

“Never call me that. Ever again.”

“Don’t be dramatic, and just lean in,” he insists, cradling your head until you plop down on him.

It feels awkward, angled a bit on the uncomfortable side. But he adjusts for you, and you feel your body giving in to the source of support for your weary mind.

“I can sleep on the couch—”

“Shh, no more talking.”

Silently, you roll your eyes and say nothing more. Your fingers fiddle with each other once again, remembering how much of Jae’s skin slid next to yours, and now your cheek is pressed down on his frame.

Again, this isn’t the first time it’s happened, but the events leading up to this particular night is all new to you. You allow your body to get comfortable, used to this feeling, even if it’s just tonight.

Your original plan was to be Jae’s shoulder to lean on, but the roles seem to have reversed.

Softly, Jae calls your name. For a second, you’re too immersed in the synchronized breathing the two of you share. When he brings your hand into his, your senses perk up but you refuse to look into his eyes; afraid of what he might see in yours.

“What? You said no more talking.”

“I’m happy you’re here,” he tells you, even softer than before as your hands melt together, filling the spaces between. You don’t know whether to let this happen, not understanding the meaning behind his actions.

It’s.. weird, unknown, foreign, but addicting. His touch is addictive, and you know you’re going to crave for more if you’re not careful with the dosage.

Biting your lip, you struggle to reply. He might mean it in a friendly way, but the invitation to relax right onto his shoulder, lacing your fingers as if they’re meant to be locked in place that way, it’s all too much for your brain to process— and definitely your heart.

Face hot, heart heavy with emotions, you say shakily, “I’m happy you asked me to.”

“Hm?”

“I.. want to be the person you call first when you’re feeling like shit. If possible, I want to be the only person.” There was no going back, no swallowing words you’ve let go in the open.

As you speak, Jae’s fingers tighten its grasp around yours. You feel weak, but you appreciate him supporting you this way as you keep going.

“I probably will never understand what it is you feel when certain words pierce through you too deep, like you said. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to. I want to know how you’re feeling, from good to bad. From the best and the worst of it all. I want to be there.”

“Who said you aren’t?” Jae’s low voice interrupts your stream of emotions, and it compels you to finally see his eyes. They’re shining, teary, and smiling at the same time.

You feel your cheeks soaking wet, and a hiccup arises out of your lips. With your free hand, you hide half of your face in embarrassment. Two idiots, crying together, hands never letting go of each other.

It didn’t seem long until you fell asleep on his bed. The only difference this time, from all the other times you’ve been here, Jae was sleeping beside you.

Arms over your frame, his long fingers finding their permanent place within yours. The two of you have exhausted your emotions enough that night, and there was plenty of time in the day to talk it all through.

You dream of what seems to be a possible future for you and Jae. Moments when he’d fuck up, when you’d say something out of pocket, but it was met with a healthy discussion between you.

And even if there are days when people online couldn’t understand the growth happening in his life, you see it. You see him, and you don’t hesitate to forgive, and give him space to grow. As he does with you.

#day6 imagines #day6 scenarios #day6 x reader #day6 au #park jaehyung imagines #park jaehyung scenarios #park jaehyung x reader #park jaehyung au #day6 fic #by:jiae

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Alone Together

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 2.5K+

Warnings: Emotional abuse, mentions of alcoholism, unhealthy relationships

Characters: Park JaeHyung / Jae Park (Day6) X Female Reader

> About my writing

*The image doesn’t belong to me, credits to the owner.*

Y/N held her knees close to her chest as she rocked her body back and forth in an attempt to calm herself as tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

She felt broken and saddened by everything that had happened in the last few hours. Ever since her parents' divorce, the girl had felt like she barely knew her own mother who was once a dedicated housewife and someone who she could always rely on, who was there to protect her, to help her and encourage her way through life.

She felt some much needed peace when her mother finally decided to leave the unhealthy marriage in their past, even though her father sometimes liked to scare them by trying to intrude in their lives and know more than he should with his unhealthy addiction to alcohol, which made them fear for their lives sometimes. It enraged Y/N how the man couldn't seem to understand what he had done wrong for them to leave, the irreparable damage he had done to his own flesh and blood. She knew things were not going to be easy, but she never expected such a sudden dramatic change.

Y/N couldn't help it, her mother's new behaviour messed with her head more than she would like to admit and it became the reason for the loud screaming and fighting between the women quite often which would then lead to heartbreak and tears. It was like a cycle. Her mother liked to turn things on her and make her feel guilty by saying Y/N didn't want her happiness whenever the girl tried to reason and calmly explain why it bothered her so much seeing the older woman contact multiple men through the internet, but everything became worse when Y/N discovered her mom lied to her in order to go out with those men without her knowledge. This strained their relationship in an incredibly irreparable way. The one she had always trusted with everything was now failing her in avail of other people. She had been there to support her mother through the difficulties with the marriage and never left her side all the way through the divorce process, while most of their family just pitied the alcoholic man who had been unemployed for years and would never make anything of himself. Yet, despite all of that, she seemed to have just become something replaceable for her mother, like a rag who had become too old and could no longer serve its purpose. The woman always rubbed the sacrifices she made for the younger on her face in order to guilt trap her, but failed to see how many times her daughter had stopped living her life and doing things people her age were supposed to just to be by her side and somehow protect her. She didn't like to go to parties or stay out late with friends, she never went to sleepovers and whenever her family members invited her to go on holiday with them, Y/N would always refuse. She didn't want her mother to feel alone, she didn't want anything to happen to her best friend.

This time around, however, their fight had been on another level and it blew completely out of hand. Y/N had begged her mother not to go meet that guy. She was tired of seeing her mom jumping from man to man, the older having had her know of two different relationships within the span of less than a year, but she knew there were more. It pained her extremely and she couldn't understand how her relationship with the older woman had always been enough for them both until the moment of divorce when it just wasn't anymore. She felt like she had lost her mother.

Even though Y/N was used to her mother not listening to her, she was not expecting the woman to tell her such hurtful, poisonous words. And they fought. Yet again. But this time it was louder, uglier and made her cry more than ever before. It made her never want to see the woman ever again, she felt like her heart was ripped out of her chest.

That was the first time her mother had ever put a relationship with any man she had barely even known before the special, loving one she once had with her daughter.

"Do you think you'll stop me from seeing him just because you can't get used to it? You're worthless. If your behaviour doesn't change you will end up alone. Jae won't be willing to keep up with your nasty personality for much longer." Her mother had said. And Y/N went quiet, the words resonating again and again inside her head. She didn't even notice when her mom left the house.

Jae had been her support through the whole mess that was her parents' relationship, her shitty relationship with her father who was drunk most of the time, her parents' subsequent divorce and her mother's whole change in behaviour. He had been there through everything. Jae had been the warm hug in her heart whenever the situation with her father got out of hand at home before the divorce and after, when the man would call her mother questioning when they were coming back home and what he had done wrong for them to leave, like it wasn't obvious enough, which caused the woman to end up screaming on the phone and Y/N's world to fall apart all over again. Whenever this happened, anxiety episodes were sure to ensue. And Jae had always been there to pick up her pieces. He had always been there for her, reminding her of the strength she had but unfortunately only he seemed to be aware of. He was always there to give her the love she had lacked all throughout her growth like she had been there to remind him how good he was at his art, being a musician. When everyone else opposed his dream, she was there to pull through the hard times with him. Jae wasn't scared of her insecurities or her being broken. Instead, he focused on helping her become better mentally and allowing her to be the real version on herself whenever they were together, no judgement or questions asked. He loved her for her.

They were like each other's anchor, tying each other to reality, tying each other to life.

So many times the girl had asked herself what she would have done without Jae by her side, she honestly wondered if she would still be alive. Whenever things got hard at home when her parents got married, even though she still had her mother, she felt alone. Now, not even being able to count on the woman anymore, she felt even lonelier.

Even though she had a strong and loving relationship with her boyfriend, the woman she called mother had been able to shake her structures and make her doubt herself like never before. Was she really toxic? Did she not deserve Jae? Was he holding such a kind soul from something much better than what she could give him in life?

Well, the probability of answer to that she knew was a strong definitely yes.

She loved Jae and knew he didn't deserve what she put him through. He could do so much better and have someone who was more confident and happy with their own self. Someone who wasn't broken. Y/N was insecure about most things in life, her indecisiveness never really helped with anything either and it just so happened that they had never had really bad days at the same time because the girl was quite sure that if it were to happen, they would probably enter self-destruction mode and ruin one another.

Maybe she really was toxic and maybe she was dragging Jae right down with her. Maybe it truly was the best for him to leave and maybe, just maybe, she was being utterly and completely selfish by not wanting to let go of him.

Hearing the key turn on the lock, Y/N jumped up from the couch, blanket hanging from her shoulders as she ran to her boyfriend, who immediately embraced her in his warmth.

"Lovey..." Jae's voice made itself clear, worry laced in every vibration. "What happened?" He questioned, holding her body tighter and closer to his own, lips pressed to her forehead.

"Please... Please don't get tired of me? I know I'm hard to deal with, I'm not easy to love, but Jae, I love you with all my heart and I promise you I will always do my best for you! Please don't leave me..." The girl hiccuped, holding his white t-shirt tightly inside her fists as if that would keep the man she loved from ever leaving her side.

"Baby, look at me," Jae asked, holding her by the shoulders and pushing her back a little so he could look into her eyes. His heart broke seeing her tear stained cheeks and watery eyes that didn't seem to be going to stop crying anytime soon. He pouted, and carefully cleaned her tears with his thumb. The man allowed them a short period of silence, wanting his girlfriend to calm down so they could finally talk and he could get a better understanding of what was going on, even though he was pretty sure of the reason that left Y/N in such a state. "Did you fight with your mom again?" He questioned lowly. She nodded before looking down. Jae pulled her closer again and tucked his chin on top of her head, hands running freely through her hair, something he knew was going to help soothe her. "Y/N I'm not going to leave you. Not now and not ever. That is not something you need to worry about. It's truly annoying and saddening how your mother is trying to get to you just because you are opening, or at least trying to open your heart to her by telling her how you truly feel. I understand that she wants to move on and live her life but I won't allow her to make you doubt my feelings for you just because she wants to be selfish and have everything her way." Jae stated firmly. "She shouldn't be treating her own daughter like this, making her doubt her own capacities not only in love but life in general. She's destroying your self-esteem. I won't allow her to take away from you something that was so hard to build." By the tone of his voice and the fast pace of his heart, the girl could tell her boyfriend was mad. Jae knew how much she had struggled with her mental health and loving herself. Even if Y/N did the most amazing things in the world, she couldn't seem to notice that and that was always where Jae came in and helped her see herself a little bit through his loving eyes instead of her dark, unconfident ones, which helped his girlfriend to slowly begin trusting herself and having a little more confidence.

"I feel like I'm losing myself in this wave of emotions that hit me all at once and left me adrift." She chuckled emotionlessly, tears still in her eyes. "I cried so much today my chest went numb. I don't feel myself anymore." Y/N allowed herself to close her eyes for a moment and take in all of Jae. The wooden scent of his perfume, the warmth of his embrace, his caring and loving nature towards her. It was perfect. And she was afraid to lose it. Taking a step back, she looked into his eyes, the man holding both of her hands on his own. "I feel like I'm holding you back from the wonderful life you could have..." She confided barely above a whisper, eyes never leaving his.

"Y/N, please don't hide yourself. Show me you. Show me the real you. Don't hide your heart because of her hurtful words. I don't have any intentions to leave you. I'm here with you like I have always been and plan to always be. You can talk to me, ok? The words you've postponed in fear, the feelings you're holding in, they only do ill to you. The last thing I want is for you to doubt your strength or the strength of our love." He placed her hand on top of his heart. "This belongs to you and you only. But you cannot be afraid of me, especially of my feelings for you. Please believe me when I say that I love you and that I will always be by your side. I will always be here to lull you to sleep and to wake up to your love in the morning. You have no idea how much strength it gives me to just look at you and know you're mine, to know I have a reason. We are family Y/N, we were long before we started dating, when we were only best friends. Our bond was always something out of the ordinary. You mean the world to me, so, please don't be afraid. I will always be beside you."

"I'm sorry..." She said in a whisper and bit her lip in embarrassment. "You've never given me a reason to doubt anything in our relationship, yet here I am, being ridiculous and toxic. Sometimes I feel like I really don't deserve you." She stated, causing the man to shake his head in negation.

"You're not being toxic, you just believed the words of someone who's becoming toxic to you. You are dealing with the situation as best as you can. You never went through this before, you are learning and there is nothing wrong with that, you just need a little time. It's fine, ok? I am here and we'll get through this together like we always do." He stated and smiled, placing a chaste kiss to her lips before pulling her into his warm embrace once again, allowing them both to feel the love that bound them.

"Thank you for everything Jae, I love you. I truly do and there is nothing in this world I want more than to spend eternity with you."

Y/N knew she wasn't alone even if she felt that way. She knew Jae was right there and she could always count on him. He was there to give her strength and tell her how amazing she was over and over again until she would believe it herself.

Jae always made her a priority because, according to his own words, that's where she belonged.

In times like this, she was even more sure he was the one. The one true love that she had waited for her whole life. The one who simply adored her and always brought out the best in her, the one who dropped everything at a ring of the phone so he could be there for her no matter the circumstances, and the one who always made her laugh.

Deep in her heart, she knew they would always be each other's person.

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ateezworlds · 4 years

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Winter holiday gone bad, but not quite.

Hello everyone! This is my part of @7abshy 's Day6 Holiday Collab! Written especially for.... (drumroll please).. @parkjaeins !!! I hope you enjoy it!! I'm new to writing fanfiction, and this is my first full length work, so I apologize if you wanted something better, thank you for reading this!

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JaeXReader : College! AU

Jae throws his hands up in exasperation, sighing loudly. His breath puffs into a cloud, vanishing into the darkness of the night. You look over at your boyfriend, whose head is almost buried inside the car's open hood. "Is it that bad, baby?" you question as you get out of the passenger seat to join Jae infront of the stationary car. As you take a look at the busted engine, you realize that the two of you are pretty much stranded. Jae seems to realize this at the same time you do, and he nods and pushes up his glasses, though you see his shoulders sag at the unfortunate turn of events.

Even though you rub your gloved hands down Jae's back and try to soothe him, you know that a winding mountainside road in a foreign country isn't the most ideal place to be stranded. Especially with snow threatening to fall heavily any minute.What a way to be spending the last few days of winter break away from college. Looking around, you notice a small town with what appears to be one large, well lit building a few kilometers down the road, and your heart seizes with the hope that you won't be stuck here all night.

Tugging on Jae's longer fingers, you excitedly point towards the building in the distance, and he turns to look. Even if it is a little far off, you'd take walking the extra distance over having to sleep in the broken car anyday. The cold seems to have seeped in through the heavy padded jacket you're wearing, and a shiver runs down your spine as goosebumps tickle your arms. Jae feels your smaller hand tremble in his, and quickly pulls you into himself, wrapping his lanky frame around you. His voice is muffled and his breath ruffles your hair, but he speaks anyways.

"I'm sorry Y/N, you know I just wanted us to have the perfect ending to our perfect winter holiday. I should have checked the car before we left college, its all my fault."

You push your head further into the familiar warmth of his chest, feeling the comforting rumble of his voice reverbrate through his chest and reach your ears. Pressing your lips to the padding of the parka above his heart, you whisper soft reassurances to him that it's fine, that you are okay, and that he's planned an absolutely wonderful holiday for both of you thus far. Both of you are hesitant to leave the warmth of each other's body in what seems to be such a torturous winter night, but somehow you pull yourself barely away from him, enough to plan out a walking route to the building you saw earlier and to retrieve your most important possessions and a few sets of clothes each from your car that now lies uselessly on the side of the road.

With a smile that you swear could thaw your frozen self out from the inside, Jae drapes his extra parka around your shoulders with a gentlemanly flourish. Some of his usual good humour has returned to him now that the worst of the situation is over, and when you raise your eyebrow in skepticism at his unusual action, Jae bends swiftly at the waist in a felling motion, and takes your gloved hand in his. Raising his gaze to meet yours, he brings your hand to his lips, softly grazing over the back of your palm. You feel the heat of his lips for just a fleeting moment, before he straightens back up and gives you a cheeky smirk, the overhead streetlamp making it seem like his eyes are sparkling at you.

"What was that all about? You never do cute things like that, is your inner theatre nerd finally getting exposed?" you question with a dramatic yet playful gasp. Even so, you can't stop a bashful smile from appearing on your face, and you pray that Jae thinks that the faint color building on your cheeks is because of the biting cold.

Aforementioned smirk still playing on his lips, he chuckles and and says "Just showing my love for the best girlfriend in the world, nothing else.", leaning in to leave a quick peck on the crown of your head. His warm fingers slide underneath the strap of your backpack, and he effortlessly tosses it over his own shoulder, pulling you along to walk to the small town, his hand never leaving yours, even for a moment.

The town you earlier saw is within sight, and the night has completely emerged into full blackness, with the only source of light being the overhead streetlamps. Jae keeps your attention on him, cracking jokes and telling you about the things he wants to do with you once college opens in spring. You realize that Jae will graduate next year, and that you'll still have to study another two years without him on campus with you, and something deep in your heart shrivels up at the thought of not being able to be around him all the time. Before you can stop it, your displeasure flashes across your face. Jae peeks over at you from behind the parka hood and a cloud of messy brown hair, golden highlights catching the slight light of the lights above his head. Tugging you to a stop, he catches the slightly crestfallen look on your face just before you try to erase it.

"What's wrong, Y/N? What did you think of that made you unhappy? Who do I gotta square up with?" Jae asks as he jokingly punches the air infront of the two of you. Still, you can tell that Jae is legitimately worried about what's brought the sudden frown onto your face. When you tell him that you're scared of being alone in school without him for the first time in a few years, a bright smile lights up Jae's face. At the unexpected reaction, your eyebrows furrow further into your forehead, as your mind goes into overdrive to try and understand what Jae meant by his smile. Upon seeing your confusion, Jae laughs, the beautiful sound floating lightly in the air around the two of you.

He bends slightly and reaches around you, and thinking that he's going to give you a warm embrace, you reach your hands around his neck, and let out a whooping laugh when you are lifted off your feet instead. Swinging you around in his arms the way one would with a child, Jae laughs heartily. Your worries seem to instantly vanish, and you whine a little when he finally puts you down, brushing the wind-mussed hair on you forehead behind your ears instead.

You see Jae leaning in, as close as you can get to someone without touching them, and his hands slide up to cup your jaw. His hands are big enough that they frame your face, and you hold your breath in anticipation of his kiss.

Even after a whole year of dating him, and probably thousands of kisses, he still manages to take your breath away like he did on the day you first saw him. His lips ghost and tease, barely even touching yours. Impatiently, you wrap your arms around his neck and bring his lips to yours, but what surprises you is the intensity with which Jae's lips meld into yours. It's as if he's trying to push his love and reassurances into your body through the touch of his lips, and you sigh contentedly against his mouth. Jae's hands slide down your shoulders as the kiss deepens, wrapping around your waist and tugging you against himself. You catch yourself greedily tilting your head against the pressure of his mouth, somehow desperate for more, more of Jae. Despite being in the cold, his lips are impossibly soft, and his tongue teases your bottom lip. As always, Jae seems to miraculously know what you want. As the two of you stand kissing under the streetlights in the otherwise pitch black night, your senses are flooded with everything that is Jae.

The look on his face when you pull away for air makes your heart flutter, and he seems insistent on stealing every kiss you have for him in just one night. "It's going to be fine, babe. I'll still come and see you and pick you up from class and get Starbucks with you, nothing will change between us just because I'll graduate." he says it softly, but you can tell that he means every little word that escapes his now kiss-swollen lips. With a soft peck, the two of you continue in comfortable silence, walking the last few metres to the hotel, where Jae quickly explains the predicament and gets the two of you a room to spend the night.

As the two of you crash onto the fluffy bed, too exhausted to shower or change, you snuggle in Jae's arms, silently thanking god, because despite the unfortunate turn this holiday took, you wouldn't give the memories of tonight for the world.

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kalicseu · 5 years

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“You’ll never take me alive!” Jae screams as he dodges a bullet from your Nerf gun

“Hah! You can’t best me, fool!” You yell back, loading more bullets into your ‘heavy-duty’ toy gun

“I beg to differ” he smiles widely, shooting at you just as you raised your gun again

You pretend to be shocked, leaving your mouth open and over-dramatically falling to the floor, clutching your ‘wound’. your boyfriend smiles triumphantly and walks over to you, placing his foot on top of your chest and declaring himself the winner.

“You’re supposed to mourn for me!” You complain

“But that’s no fun” He shrugs, smirking devilishly

“You’re a pain in the ass”

“Yeah,” He agrees “but I’m your pain in the ass”

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kpopchangedme · 5 years

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The Wingman | Jae

Jae’s late for pick-up at the daycare center and he worries his favourite teacher hates him now... That is, until his son accidentally saves the day.

Protagonists: Park Jaehyung & You (ft. his 4 yo son)

Word Count: 2k

Genre: SFW - Romance - Single Dad - [Drabble 2k]

Prompt: “That’s... Not mine?”

Requested by: @noona-clock, I hope you love this :D

DAY6 | M.list

As soon as his car comes to a halt in the empty parking lot, Jaehyung jumps to run in direction of the rainbow entrance. The gray commercial building, probably dating back to the 60s, would be as boring as it gets if it weren’t from said colourful door. Without slowing down, he pushes in, not even bothering to put on the designed slippers after kicking off his shoes.

“Bongbong?” He calls in the now empty place, breathless.

“Ahoy, Mr. Park,” you greet, emerging from the office and waving both of your hands his way.

You’re wearing an unusual accessory tonight; a black eyepatch over your right eye and he frowns in worry. Did you hurt yourself? Jae feels even worse now that he sees you’re here. You’re the new daycare teacher, and he finds you adorable. Of course, you’re the one who got stuck here with Jaebong because of him. As if reading his mind, you turn to look at the time on the digital clock above the playground. 7:15PM; it beams, taunting Jae. Ok, he’s never been this late for pick-up before, it’s bad. It’s a Friday night and he’s sure someone like you has better things to do than care for someone else’s son after-hours. You must hate him now.

He rubs his nape nervously. “Hum, it’s just Jae, actually.” It’s overly awkward being called by his last name since you’re around his age.

“Ahoy, Mr. Just-Jae.” You repeat, smile widening, and he finds himself staring, at a loss of words. What’s with the ‘ahoys’ and the eyepatch? “Your son is around, here somewhere, but you’ll have to fight him first.”

“I’m sorry to be so late,” confused, he takes a few steps inside the playroom, “I wasn’t supposed to be the o–”

“ARGH!” A high-pitched scream interrupts his excuses at the same time as something stings his right thigh. “All aboard!” When he looks down, Jae finds his son with a plastic cutlass and a way too large black pirate hat on. He’s standing inside a toy box where he was most probably hiding, waiting to ambush his father.

Oh… That is what’s going on with your eyepatch. The young boy is frowning threateningly, brows furrowed in a grimace mimicking disgust. He’s wearing eyeliner, and large lines are drawn across his face from the same pencil. What is probably meant to be a beard is traced on his chin, and a very impressing mustache is stretching on both sides of Bongbong’s mouth, ending up in curls on his cheeks. Someone should give you a raise for your imaginative makeup skills.

“There he is!” You say, pointing although it’s not obvious already. “Beware!”

“Jesus,” Jae mutters, struggling not to laugh too at this most unexpected sigh. Ultimately he decides to play along: “But... That’s… Not mine?”

“W-Wait what?” He raises his head in time to witness doubt and panic twist your soft features.

“My 4 years old had a lot less facial hair this morning...” He explains, making you laugh in relief. Jae grins, proud of himself, you’re even prettier when you’re laughing at his jokes. “That isn’t my son,” he points to the fierce pirate at his feet.

“I’m sorry, it’s nothing a little soap won’t wash away. We might have taken it a bit too far playin–”

“PIRATES!” Jaebong yells, slashing his leg once more, and this time Jae kneels at the hit, acting wounded. “I am Cap’n Bong, and I give no quarter!” Bongbong squeals when his father counterattacks, caging him for a tickle war. Losing, the boy laughs until he’s practically panting, struggling to say something Jae doesn’t quite catch. When he’s released, he repeats himself awfully serious; “You’re not mommy...”

Instantly, Jae’s smile straightens, remembering the reason why he’s so late. He wasn’t the one supposed to pick his son up at the daycare in the first place. His ex was supposed to spend the long weekend with him, but she called at the last minute saying something came up at work. Jaehyung had to cancel his plans and drop everything. He could’ve called his own family to help, but he didn’t want to burden them… Or for his mother to rant about his ex in front of his son.

“Mommy couldn’t fly back from Japan for the weekend... It’ll be just you and me, little buddy.” Jae glances your way, apologetic for the both of you. “I’m so sorry, daddy came straight from practice as soon as he knew.”

“That’s okay,” the little boy says sternly, dropping his pirate act altogether. He walks away to get rid of his toys and Jae groans, burying his face in hands, disheartened.

He wishes Bongbong wouldn’t be so calm about all this. He’s so used to being let down by people in his life all the damn time, already familiar with rejection. He’s only a child, he should get angry and cry, instead he just takes everything calmly. Jaehyung must damage control every time she screws up. All of this is eventually going to blow up.

“Is your wife away on a business trip?” You innocently ask, voice neutral. Jae notices you’re holding your purse and keys, ready to go out… With the eyepatch. Maybe you really hurt yourself and it wasn’t all for your brief pirating stunt.

“Um, yes... But she’s n–”

“Mommy isn’t daddy’s wifeeee!” Bongbong comes back trotting, grimacing at the apparently unthinkable, “EWWww!”

Your brows shoot up in surprise and Jae makes a weird sound, halfway between a snort and a chuckle at his theatrical ways. He totally got that from his side. “Oh, I’m sorr–”

“It’s alright. We’ve been separated for a long time.” He interrupts to reassure you, eager to move on. “It’s just us; the dream team.” Grabbing his son’s tiny hand, Jae pulls him towards the exit and begins to help putting on his shoes. “Let’s go, little buddy. Your teacher seems to have plans and we’re really lat–”

“I can!” Bongbong whines, snatching away the pricey Nike Air Max his uncle Younghyun got him. Nowadays, he hates whenever someone tries to help, but his father keeps forgetting. “That’s not true. Teacher doesn’t even have a boyfriend!”

Jaehyung bites down his lip as he slips on his own shoes, avoiding looking straight your way. You clear your throat, embarrassed. If Bongbong could score a (partially) toothless 4 years old ‘girlfriend’ on his first day of daycare... Jae is sure a grown woman like you has no problem finding a date on Friday night. Probably with a good man who isn’t a mess, and who doesn’t have to adapt his schedule around his young kid all the damn time.

“Girls don’t need boyfriends to have plans, Park Jaebong.” You fake-scold, ruffling the little boy’s hair, but he’s too concentrated on the Velcro tapes of his shoes to mind. Jae feels himself go all mushy at the sight. “But he’s right,” you add, clearly for the older Park, “I don’t have any...” As soon as you realise what you just said, your eyes round in dismay. “Plans, I m-mean, not a boyfriend! Euh, I’m not in a hurry… So, you can take your time, it’s really no trouble. As long as you come to pick him up, I’m fine.” Jae’s blood rushes to his brain as his heart begins to beat faster. You’re flustered, but he’s not sure why. Surely it has little to do with him. “But I don’t have one either… A boyfriend I mean…” His mouth opens in confusion at your clarification. “Nevermind, forget I said that.” You hurry to add, wincing before running a hand in your hair to mask your uneasiness. Jae breathes out, trying to make sense of the last 30 seconds. That was unnecessary right? You didn’t have to share that personal information with him.

“Do I get to have ice cream now?” Bongbong asks dryly, totally ignoring the general atmosphere between you two grown-ups. He stands back up to slide his hand into his father’s. Jae is thankful for the distraction, since he has no idea what to do with himself after what you said. The little boy turns to you to explain; “When mommy doesn’t make it, I get ice cream.”

“Yes.” Jae replies softly, somewhat ashamed to be exposed for bribing his son with sweets. “Anything you want.”

“Double chocolate.” Bongbong says without hesitation when his father holds the door for everyone to get out.

“Sure, double chocolate,” Jae agrees while you’re locking the daycare doors, “with chocolate sauce...”

“Yeaaaah!” His kid grins pleased with that small win. “Teacher, which flavour do you want?” Jae, who was starting to walk for his car, stops, suddenly frozen still. It seems his son misunderstood since you’re all leaving at the same time, “Buddy, I don’t think–”

“Daddy always eats cookie dough with chips in it…” Bongbong pulls his tongue out, unbothered. “No good!”

“Really?” You laugh and Jaehyung smiles despite himself, gazing at you a little too long. At least until he feels his face warm up, and he has to look elsewhere. You still haven’t moved to get to your own car. Should they walk you, or would that be too weird? “Strawberry ice cream is my favourite.”

Bongbong’s whole face lights up and he offers you a thumbs up, approving. “Can teacher come with us, daddy? Pleaaaaase…”

His son tugs at his hand, pleading, and Jae simply stares in awe. He didn’t expect this opportunity at all. “I, euh, I don’t know...” Jaebong’s got game. No wonder he’s the one with a girlfriend. “Do you want to join us for ice cream, Teacher y/n?” He risks, smiling dumbly when he says your actual name. Jae waits for your answer, heart racing as you toy with your keys. Shit, you’re hesitating. You’re probably weirded out by him even asking you that. Shit. Shit. He feels lightheaded, he’s about to make a joke to get out of it.

After an eternity, you choose to smile back, saying softly; “I never say no to ice cream, Mr Park.” Immediately, Bongbong cheers, starting to run for his father’s car without waiting for you two.

Breathless, Jae hovers, dancing from one foot to the other; “It’s just Jae actually.”

“Jae.” You try, and a shiver runs down his spine. “I’m just y/n.”

“That’s settled then.” He tries to stop smiling by biting his lower lip, but he fails. “There’s only one more thing, y/n…”

“What?” You ask, obviously nervous as you both start walking to join Jaebong.

“It’s not that I mind,” Jae inhales sharply, “But… Did you hurt your eye or–” You gasp in horror, realising something. “Oh my God!” Taking the pirate eyepatch off too fast, you get the elastic entangled in your hair. “That’s so embarrassing…” you groan, wincing. It must hurt when you pull at it, but in your panic, you don’t seem to mind at all.

“It’s nothing,” Jae chuckles, choosing to ease you by making fun of himself, “imagine needing your 4-year-old to help you ask–”

“DADDYYYY!” Bongbong interrupts loudly, tugging at the car’s back door in repetition. “IT’S LOCKED!” He ruins the moment. “OPEEEN!”

Jae shuts his eyes, dispirited, and you burst out laughing, bringing a hand to cover your mouth. When you’re done, you roll your eyes at him and he shrugs, unlocking the doors with his remote. Perhaps Bongbong is still a bit too young to have reached his full potential as a wingman after all. One thing is sure though, thanks to him you’re getting ice cream together…

And it sounds like a much more promising Friday night than what Jae could’ve ever hoped for.

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infinitum-imaginaerum · 5 years

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Ooh! How about 29: You look pretty hot in plaid with our boy Jae because dang dude he does. And I feel like he doesn't get hyped up enough for being the extremely handsome man he is

29: “You look pretty hot in plaid.” | Jae

LOL DRABBLE WHO? I could make this into a series. It’s kind of choppy because I tried to make a 12k fic fit into a drabble and yeah I had this idea in the shower the other day and I’m wrecked. Also kind of a song fic. Also based loosely on this. Anyway, be still my rampant heart.

It’s Christmas Time!

Tuesday night was open mic night at the cozy little tavern you bartended at. It wasn’t typically a super busy night, just a few people who came for that type of stuff, a chance for smaller musicians to sell or giveaway some tapes and for patrons to expand their music horizons. Most artists who came in just did covers and you only ever saw most of them once—only a select few performed weekly.

There was one in particular you’d grown a liking to. His name was Jae and he was one of the regulars who came in every week. You’d talked to him quite a few times when he’d come sit at the bar after his slot was up to have a drink or two before heading home—he was becoming quite popular among the ladies who also frequented the place, and therefore bringing in more girls, bringing in more dudes, bringing in more money.

After pouring a few drinks for the patrons at the bar, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up when his smooth voice seeped from the speakers. He introduced himself, the way he always did, fiddled with the mic stand a bit and the stool he placed himself on as he got settled. A few of the regulars clapped, welcoming him, some of them artists who had performed prior—customarily they stuck around to support their fellow musicians. There was a familiar plucking of strings, testing the tuning, and then he cleared his throat. It was the same routine all the time.

He opened with an instrumental, playing around a bit before getting into vocals, and every time he began singing, you melted, but it got you in a groove. You became more efficient, more anticipatory of customer’s needs; like he got your blood really going.

“You should just ask him out,” your coworker commented,picking up a couple of drinks from the well, promptly stabbing her tickets ass he looked at you basically jamming out. It shocked you back into reality as you looked at her, and then looked past her to look at Jae—which was a huge mistake, because my god was he looking finer than the small print on a contract. His dark hair was messily pushed away from his face, his signature thick black glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose as he swung his head with the tunes, that cute thing all musicians did when they were really in tune with themselves.

“Don’t even start with me,” you laughed as his lips came back to the mic, his perfect vocals gracing your ears once more. The way he looked when he sang lit a fire in your stomach; he peered around the place and you swore a smile broke on his lips when his eyes met yours, looking past your server to watch him. It only seemed to get him more into the music because he owned the stage in that solitary spotlight that made the atmosphere entirely his to command.He played more passionately, sang with more gusto, and you tried your best to get back to your customers, especially the ones who were on their way out—typical for this time of night.

Jae always requested a thirty minute slot and never disappointed. He began his last song, a cover of Shape of You.

At this point your bar was empty; everyone had migrated to tables which was fine with you. You placed an elbow down on the freshly cleaned bar-top as you listened. Something about his voice put the right tinge on the song that made you love it, even if you hadn’t before. When he got to the chorus, his gaze met yours again, only this time, it didn’t leave.

“I’m in love with the shape of you, we push and pull like a magnet do, though my heart is falling too—”

Your heart was pounding in your throat, unable to blink or move a single muscle.

“Last night you were in my room, now my bed sheets smell like you—”

“That’s so cute, he’s singing to you!”

And the moment was over.

Your gaze slowly turned to your coworker and you were sure your face was as red as Jae’s plaid shirt, opened to a white undershirt that he wore oh so well. You wanted to scold her, you wanted to be mad at her for ruining the moment, but the smirk you caught on Jae’s face when he realized your attention was taken away from him was a distraction in and of itself. Your mind was going a thousand miles an hour as you snatched a glass off the bar to clean, almost throwing it on the floor in the process as you turned away from her and the stage.

The clapping and cheering was enough to drown your thoughts out, thankfully, because you almost broke that same glass in the sink and undoubtedly would have cut yourself. The screech of the stole signified that he was up and leaving the stage, even if the sound itself was almost silent. Along with the screeching of the stool, you could hear the sound of the clamps on the hard case of his guitar as he settled it back into the soft velvet.

Before you knew it, that sweet voice was in your ear again.

“Hey,” he started smoothly as he took a seat directly behind you.

“Hey, you,” you replied, turning to face him and pull a short glass from the cooler to place on the bar-top and filled it with ice. You popped open a can of ginger beer, grabbing the dark rum with your other hand and counted appropriately, finishing the glass with a splash of lime, and a wheel for garnish. After placing it on a beverage napkin, you slid it towards him,admiring the sweet grin on his face as he braced on the bar with his crossed arms.

There was a slightly awkward silence, but it may have only been awkward for you after the completely uncalled for comment from your coworker. He looked down at his drink, pulling off the lime wheel and swirled it around for a moment.

“I tried something a little different… what did you think?”

It wasn’t abnormal for him to ask for your opinion on his performances, but he’d never been so engaging with you during them like he was tonight. Not only that, but the thought swirling in your head that it was charged specifically towards you made it a little hard to think, so like word vomit, your response came out.

“You look pretty hot in plaid.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, especially when you realized what you had said. Funny thing was, you didn’t turn red, you didn’t even turn away, in fact there was no indication of your embarrassment at all, especially when he replied.

“I kind of thought that you thought something like that,especially when every time I was looking for you, you were looking right back at me.” He paused for a moment and took a sip of his drink. “Do you mind if I stay until you get off? I feel like we need to have a serious talk.”

The inflection he put on serious talk had your stomach all in knots, but you agreed and attempted to continue calmly until then. He made it pretty simple. He was extremely easy to talk to, funny, engaging, often asked about you and it was just making this whole thing harder. When he got up to use the restroom, it was time to spill the dirt to your coworker.

You should have known she was going to cause a scene—the place was empty, she was cut, but was there to listen to you tell her about Jae,squealing and shaking you exactly the way you guessed she would have and you almost regretted telling her anything, especially when she reminded you that she was right about him singing to you.

Patiently, Jae waited as promised while you closed. Your coworker was long gone as you put caps on all the bottles, listening to Jae quietly play guitar as you worked, enough to fill the silence but not loud enough to distract you as you cleaned and counted, mopped and put up all the chairs. He propped his guitar up against the bar and waited for you to return to him. The look in your eyes said you were ready to leave, but when you grabbed you things with your keys ready to lock the door and moved to shift past him, he grabbed your wrist.

Shock was the first look on your face as you looked down to your wrist in his burning hand. Slowly, your eyes shifted to his as he spoke, “Let’stalk here.” You nodded, accepting his request as he moved to the side for you to sit in the stool you hadn’t put on the bar yet because he was previously occupying it.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and for the first time you could tell he was nervous. He was looking down at his feet, kicking them around a bit as he took a couple of deep breaths—multiple times he opened his mouth to speak, but decided that wasn’t what he wanted to say and closed it once more after letting out a sharp exhale.

“This seems so easy in song,” he finally said after a few moments of silence and met your gaze with his.

“Please don’t say what I think you’re trying to say,” you replied, just as nervous as him as you gripped the hem of your shirt, almost tearing at it.

His brow drew together. “Why not?” he asked as you shifted in the stool. He took a half step closer to you, genuine concern on his face now. Though he was unsure that you knew what he wanted to say, the words out of your mouth made the knot in his throat preventing him from telling you almost double in size.

“I’m nervous!” you squeaked back.

“I’m nervous, too,” he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood,another half a step closer.

You stared at his throat, at his chin and lips, just trying to avoid his gaze as your brain started going again. Your heart was pounding loud enough for you to hear it, your hands still tight on the hem of your shirt until you could vaguely feel his warm fingers tentatively touch the back of your hand.

“Why are you nervous?” you asked him as his hand covered yours, another half a step closer.

Just barely and out of your peripheral, you could see him shake his head, those lips parting to attempt to say more words to you. “B-because.I… I feel so many things and I just… I don’t want to screw it up,” he stuttered, eyes scanning your face over and over, praying you would look him in the eyes because he begged to see those gorgeous glittering orbs of yours.

“Why are you nervous?” he asked you in return, almost as a whisper, another half a step closer, tentatively tracing the curve of your jaw with the back of his knuckles on the hand that had previously graced yours.

“Because you make my heart pound in my throat,” you replied confidently, a spark of audaciousness flowing through you from his tough. Your eyes met his, finally. He was so close that once you tilted your head up to look at him, your nose almost brushed against his.

“Then why are you so afraid of what I want to say?” he whispered.

Your hand shot out to catch him, to press firmly against his chest. You could feel the outside of his legs on the inside of yours as he stood between them. His one hand was still caressing your jaw; the other snaking passed the hand pressed against his chest to settle on your hip. His breath was warm on your face, his eyes glancing between your eyes and the sweet lips he was dying to kiss.

“Maybe you’re just better off saying without words; that way you can’t possibly mess it up,” you replied meekly.

He flashed his dazzling smile at you. “You’re right,” he muttered before your hand previously flat had curled up to take a handful of his white undershirt, inadvertently pulling him closer as his lips softly covered yours. You had always laughed at the cliché reactions to the perfect kiss that everyone talked about—the fireworks behind your eyes, the breathlessness, the lightheadedness, the need for him to be that much closer to you. If not fireworks, there were definitely stars behind your closed eyelids, even as he pulled away, letting you catch the breath you hadn’t realized you lost.

Your eyes stayed closed, waiting for him to depart, but he never did. His forehead remained pressed against yours, gauging your reaction,especially as his nose caressed yours, shuffling his feet even closer which only had him curling over to meet you further. His hand retreated from cupping your jaw to cover your hand tangled in his shirt to untangle it at settle it gently on his shoulder, just to return that hand to your cheek, stroking his thumb over it while his palm cupped the side of your neck, tilting your head back while his tilted to the side to steal another breathtaking kiss.

The small sigh you gifted him along with the shift in your chair was stellar enough a reaction for him. There wasn’t a need to gauge anymore as he pulled away far enough to look into your eyes which fluttered open for him soon enough. Both of his hands were tucking your hair away from your face, a dazzling smile across his lips as he looked at you utterly star-struck.

“Jae…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say, but attempted to fill the silence nonetheless.

He whispered your name just the same, stroking your cheeks almost obsessively with his thumbs, as if he’d just gotten new shiny toy he didn’t want to put down.

“Girl, you know I want your love, you love was handmade for somebody like me—”

Despite adoring the way his voice sent a shiver down your spine, you silenced him with another eager kiss, pushing yourself off of the bar stool and onto your toes in front of him. His hands steadied your hips,breaking the kiss with soft laughter, displaying the comfort level as if the two of you had been together for ages.

“Come on, be my baby, come on.”

“Jaehyung,” you laughed.

“Yes, baby?” he asked.

“Boy, let’s not talk too much, grab on my waist and put that body on me,” you sang back to him.

Your squealing laughter filled the emptiness of the bar as Jae buried his face in your neck, picking you up to spin you around while you begged him to put you down, hardly able to get coherent words out between your laughter and calling his name. His searing kiss under your jaw as he set you back on your feet brought you back to earth.

“I would never have gotten the courage if it wasn’t for today, you know,” he explained to you, swaying back and forth with you tightly in the confines of his arms, the comfort of yours finally wrapped around his neck permanently sculpted the smile on his face. “Between catching your gaze so often and your word-vomit earlier; I would have waited forever to see if you were going to make a move.”

“My coworker insisted you were all about me, but I kept laughing it off as wishful thinking,” you replied and reached up to brush his hair away from his eyes.

“And to think, you didn’t want me to tell you,” he teased,even just his chaste kisses left you breathless for a second as he placed one against your lips just before you were about to speak.

A few months had passed. You gave up your Tuesday shifts so that you could be there to really watch him perform. You sat at a small round table near the front closer to the stage and now you were sure, with every song he sang, he was singing to you. Now he opted to perform earlier, instead of close to last, so that he would have maximum time to spend with you at that table and enjoy the other musicians.

Before all the regulars knew the dirt, he broke a lot of girl’s hearts the first night you didn’t work; he got off stage, packed up his guitar and waltzed up to your table. He planted a hand on the table to his left and gently took your chin with his right—you still weren’t able to anticipate him properly and grabbed a handful of his shirt as he confidently leaned in fora kiss, slanting his mouth over yours to elicit all types of ooooh’s and hoots and hollers and claps and chants from the surrounding patrons, most of which had some idea that something would transpire between the two of you.

His kiss still sent sparks flying through your body and you were still sad when he’d pull away before you were ready, but lit up your heart with that gorgeous smile.

“You look pretty hot in plaid,” he told you, admiring the shirt you were wearing which happened to be his from that day the two of you finally confessed to each other.

“Funny, I could say the same about you,” you replied, noting the blue plaid shirt he opted to wear today.

He grinned at you and bit his lip, stealing another kiss for some more exaggerated hollering among the crowd.

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kpopjust4u · 2 years

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Colour me selfish.

Post Date: 1st September 2022 Content: Angst(ish)/ Fluff - Day6 Jae x Reader WC: 2.1K TW?: Themes of Jealousy/ Best Friends to Lovers/ “And they were roommates”/ College Au Request?: Yes Masterlist Prompt list

Prompts: 38 - “I hate you” 40 - “I could use a hug right now” 49 - “Are you jealous?”

You’ve had a crush on your roommate Jae for the longest time ever but have never spoken a word about it; not that you would anyway in worries that’ll ruin everything you’ve built together for your friendship.

Your usual college day routine was to get coffee before class started, sit through two of your classes then go for lunch, and it was ALWAYs with Jae, Christian and Alex. Never missed a day without having lunch with them unless something extremely important came up. It was like a ritual.

Of course, you had to be at the loudest table in the hall, but that couldn’t be helped, Jae’s laugh could be heard across the country but you loved it despite the number of stinking looks that others give you when trying to eat their food.

As always, Jae was the last to grab his food, leaving the table to go get some after ranting and raving about this guy in his class that would not stop talking about some girl he thinks he was courting, but it was obvious she was just being nice not to hurt him.

Just out of chance, your eyes follow Jae around the hall, for some reason carefully watching him like you had to be ready to protect him at any given chance.

Although your face drops the minute you see a girl, who you’ve never seen in your life go up to Jae, heartbreaking the minute you see a grin on his face as he wraps his arms around her, bringing her in for a hug.

Disconnecting from the hug, the girl caresses his arm, discussing with him something that he must’ve found funny by the way his laugh fills the hall once again.

If you didn’t speak about how much you hated the interaction that you witnessed, your face surely showed it.

“So, who’s Jae with at the moment?” you asked, flicking your pen in between your fingers as they briefly look up, digging into the rest of their food, “That’s Chloe, one of his friends and she’s in one of Jae’s classes”, Alex spoke, watching you carefully as you drop your head.

“Right...” you scoff to yourself, the word friend could’ve been taken with a pinch of salt with the way that they greeted each other. “I’m going to the library, laters,” you add, forcing a smile before dashing out of the hall.

Alex and Christian look at each other both confused and worried, “I’ll go see what’s wrong, see you in a bit,” Christian rushes to say, chasing after you and leaving the two friends behind in the hall.

You’re cramped up in the corner of the room where the computers were, cramming all of your work in front of you to try and get inspiration to get some research done for your project that was due at the end of the week.

In frustration, you face palm the desk, arms dropping to your sides before getting interrupted by a pat on the back and a recognisable voice gently asking if you’re okay at the side of you.

“Huh?... Oh hi, Chris,” you mumble, lifting your head up to see who was there, forcing the fakest smile you could as he kneels towards you, “Tell me, what’s wrong?”.

Of course, it was about Jae and that Chloe girl, but you lifted your papers into your hands, waving them gently as if to show Christian that it was your work that was bothering you, however, he wasn’t falling for the bait.

“Are you jealous?” Chris asks, earning a confused look from you as you scrunch your eyebrows together, tilting your head to the side as you stare at your friend blankly.

“I mean, about Jae and Chloe, with those two being close, are you jealous?” Chris adds the context to his question in which your face clearly gives him the answer once the mention of her name falls from his lips.

“I’m not jealous... I just... I just like Jae, a lot,” you answer but with an almost whine, not believing that those were actually coming out of your mouth to your other flatmate. Yes he was a friend too but it was awkward, it was also his friend that you were talking about.

“So you like Jae? Is it friendly like or “like-like”, Chris teases, nudging you lightly to see the smile that slowly creeps on your face?

Taking a deep breath, you couldn’t help but giggle, Chris knew the answer and you knew he was just trying to be that guy friend who teases their girl friend about their crushes.

“I like, like him,” you reply, nudging Chris back when he laughs at you.

Back at the flat, you’re in the kitchen, leaning on the countertop with your head dangling over the work that you tried to get done earlier on in the day but the discussion about you liking Jae lasted a lot longer than you’d liked it to be but at least it was peaceful in the flat for you to try and focus. For now.

That was until the door goes, and a laugh bound of laughter fills the flat. Your heart sinks into your stomach, realising who’s home as your head falls into your hands.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jae calls out, throwing down his backpack by the kitchen door before going to the fridge, ready to raid it of all it’s items.

“Hi,” you bluntly reply, tidying up your work into a neat pile as you attempted to avoid his eye contact as he made his way around the kitchen.

“You know because you love me? Can you do my homework?” Jae asks, pushing the pieces of paper in front of you, as you glare at him, shaking your head in protest.

Jae leans on the countertop opposite, attempting to give you the puppy eyes, smiling ear to ear in hopes that you’ll give into him. But of course, you do, anything to get him off your back, and not only that, you’d do anything for him to see you in a different light other than a roommate and a friend.

“I hate you... fine,” you sigh in defeat, as he gets up, running around the counter to give you a quick hug before running out of the room, not before he asks, “Are you joining in on movie night tonight?”.

“I can’t, I’ve got work to do, and now your homework,” you laugh, holding his pieces of paper up, grabbing your work as you push past him, making him laugh as you stick your middle finger up to him before disappearing into the bedroom.

with or without you, Chris and Jae flick through the films on Netflix, wondering what they were going to put on, before coming across a new Sci-Fi film which caught their interest.

“Where’s Y/N at?” Chris asks, reaching for his drink on the table, his answer is received in the form of a point of a finger towards the hall from Jae, who then uses quotation marks to say that you were doing your work.

“Man, I have to tell you something,” Jae suddenly comes out with, making Chris’ eyes fly wide open at the statement, leaning back to hear his friend out.

“I really like someone, and I just don’t know how to tell them,” he continues as Chris sips his drink carefully, “Who’s this lucky girl you’ve got a crush on then?” he tries to pry but to no avail, Jae puts his fingers to his lips, as if to lock them, throwing away the key.

After giving some advice on how to tell his crush he liked them, Jae just sits back with a blush taint on his cheeks, pointing to the TV as he presses play for the movie to start.

Thinking of an excuse to tell you about Jae, Chris fumbles to find his phone, nudging Jae to put an order in for delivery before getting to his feet, and making his way to your room.

“Come on in,” you call out in response to the knock on the door, “It’s only me, I’m ordering food, add what you want to it,” Chris replies, placing his phone down on the desk as you pick it up reluctantly.

You knew you weren’t hungry but you knew that Chris wasn’t going to let you go without food either, so instead of having a petty little argument, you continue to scroll through the menu to try and find something you could eat later on.

“So uh, Jae likes someone, but he won’t tell me. he’s just asked for advice on how to tell them” Chris whispers as he takes a seat on your bed.

“It’s probably Chloe,” you whine lowly, turning to face your friend who’s looking empathetically at you as the name was brought up, “Probably,” he replies, taking back his phone before exiting the room, leaving you with that fact to wonder and ponder on.

Despite your food being placed in front of you a little later on, you couldn’t even think about eating, not when your stomach was churning at the fact that Chris just had to drop on you when he came in originally.

So much so, tears start to prick at your eyes as you slowly start to sob into your arms, painting your papers with your tears.

From outside of the room, Jae goes towards his room but hears the sound of muffled cries come from your room, his heart sinking as he hated hearing you cry and thought to himself that you must be so stressed about your work that it’s overwhelming you.

Gently knocking on the door, Jae lets himself in, noticing you on your desk with tears rolling down your face as you turn to look at him, “I heard you crying, are you okay?”.

Unable to make eye contact with him, your eyes roamed around him at the door, shaking your head at his question as you slump in your chair, Jae makes his way towards you carefully, kneeling down next to you as he puts a hand on yours.

“I could use a hug right now,” you cry, wiping your tears before falling into Jae’s open arms that wrap around you gently, his fingers play with your hair carefully as he just lets you cry into his chest without question.

“So I heard you have a little crush?” you tease through your cries, to try and cheer yourself up as well as indirectly asking him without jumping straight to conclusions.

Jae smiles as he nods, and your heart gets lodged into your throat, waiting for him to confide in you about how he could ask Chloe out.

As much as you wanted to not know, you couldn’t hold back any longer when the words come flying out of your mouth, taking Jae by surprise when it comes out sounding a little harsher than it should’ve been, “So, it’s Chloe right?”.

The long pause of silence makes you feel like you were going to throw up, he wasn’t confirming or denying it, just staring at you blankly at the questions. It was clear he was thinking carefully about whether or not it was the right time to tell you that it wasn’t her but someone else.

“Are you jealous, of Chloe?” Jae asks as his face saddens, looking down at your carpet as you scoff, wanting to defend yourself but you don’t answer, giving a clear indication to Jae whose heart also sinks into his stomach.

“Y/N, it’s not her... Who I have a crush on,” he softly spoke, making your head snap to look at him, all confused as you wondered why he asked if you were jealous of her.

“It’s you... I have a crush on you,” Jae drops the bombshell on you as all you could do was look at him, lost for words as your heart races out of your chest.

Did he just confess to you? About you? It’s you? He has a crush on you? You never thought it was possible and thought he’d never feel that way for you like you do for him.

“I’m sorry if I’ve made it awkward,” he apologises as he goes to walk out of your room but you pull him back by his wrist, pulling him into a hug as you softly cry into his chest again, “Don’t say sorry, ever. I was worried you’d never like me back that way”.

Unable to help it, Jae laughs nervously, not really expecting you to confess too, he had no clue that you liked him either.

“I was kind of being selfish, I wanted to tell you before anyone took my love away from me,” he adds, making you look up at with stupidly, shaking your head and laughing as you pinch his cheek, “No one could take me away from you, Jae”.

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yer-cute-when-you-scream · 4 years

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Say My Name~ Park Jaehyung

WARNINGS: Smut, SoftDom!Jae, Sub!Reader, Sir Kink, Overstimulation, Body Worship, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up), Dirty Talk, Choking, Praising, Facesitting, Some Fluff, Multiple Orgasms (I’m probably forgetting something)

A/N: For the anon that requested an Overstim scenario with Jae, I hope you like it! Also, I am working on my Sales!Jinyoung Smut and I have been really trying to make it perfect cause I really like what I got! I’m sorry for being so inactive guys, moving houses took a lot out of me ugh

I was in the kitchen when I heard the front door open, I peeked my head around the corner and saw Jae. He had just gotten home from the studio. His flannel hung loose on him and the few buttons at the top were undone, his dark hair was a little messy but he pulled it off very nicely.

”Hey babe, how was your day?” I ask smiling over to him, I walk back into the kitchen and open the fridge to grab a water. I hear footsteps nearing as I shut the refrigerator, I feel him wrap his arms around my waist and bury his head into my neck.

”It was fine, I just missed you today,” he confesses.

I chuckle and set my water down before turning around, I wrap my arms around him and say, ”I missed you too, Jae.” He pulls back and I see his face, his eyes are dark with lust and his lips were plump, I leaned up and brushed my lips against his.

”I see, you missed me, huh?” I teased, I pressed my lips against his and he lets out a soft groan then deepens the kiss. His hand went to the back of my head and held me to his lips, his hand entangling into my hair, his tongue sliding across my lower lip asking for entrance.

I part my lips and let him have control over the heated kiss that was taking place in our kitchen, loving the way he moves in sync with my tongue.

He could bring me to my knees just with the way he kisses me, it's just a simple intimate gesture to share with your loved one, but Jae makes it seem so much more than that. When he holds me into these passionate kisses, I feel so secure and protected, his dominance in small things like this makes me crumble.

He pulls back from the kiss, one hand in my hair, the other hand cupping my cheek with his thumb swiping over my lips. ”Are you going to be my good girl?” he asks, moving his hand to my neck and trying to hold himself back from taking me right there. I nod to him with a soft smile, finding myself slipping into my sub headspace,

”Yes, Sir.”

I feel a heat spread through my core as his hands travel down so he can grope my ass. ”Jump.” I wrap my legs around his waist and he takes us into the bedroom, he lays me down on the bed and holds my hands down while he places kisses down my neck. I softly sigh and close my eyes as he begins to mark me.

”I came across that photo you sent me a month ago, the picture of you in that lilac lingerie. Got worked up thinking about that night and how beautiful you looked,” he mumbled against my neck.

He pulled my shirt over my head then unhooked my bra, flinging them across the room before he started marking down my chest. He continued to hold my hands down so I couldn't move them, I whined and clenched my hands into fists as he started teasing my nipple.

”Please, Sir, I need to touch you. Let me at least take your flannel off,” I begged, he smirked and let go of my hands. My hands went to undo the rest of his buttons while his hands went to my breasts, pinching my nipples when he wasn't massaging them. His lips were on mine once again as I finally slid the flannel off him, my hands roaming his chest and soon going behind his neck to hold him close to me.

Now he is obviously the dominant one in the relationship, so of course, he has rules for me; that I never break. God help me if I ever break a rule, he's never had to punish me before so I have no idea what his punishments are like.

Regardless, there was one rule that he took away rather quickly, and that was touching or grabbing him without his permission. One night, I was so whiny and needy, I begged to touch him for so long, so he let go of my hands that he held down and gave me permission.

I had immediately wrapped my arms around him, holding him close to me, scratching down his back, arms, and chest, clinging onto him like a koala while he made me cum. He took that rule away after that because he loved it so much, he felt how I trembled against his chest and realized how much pleasure I was in by the scratches I left.

He started grinding his bulge against my clothed core, I softly moan and hold onto him tighter. ”I want you so bad, Sir,” I whisper after pulling away from the kiss. My body felt like it was on fire, I needed him so badly and the way he’s grinding on me right now only made me needier. One of his hands left my chest and traveled downwards, caressing my stomach in such a way that filled me with excitement.

”Your body is so beautiful.”

He slips his hand under my shorts and begins rubbing my clit, I arch my back and mewl at his touch, finally getting some relief. His movements were slow at first, but he picked the pace up quickly and not long after pushed two fingers into me, curling them to hit my g spot.

Jae leans down to me, kissing my ear and whispering sweet yet sinful things to me, I tug at his hair and whimper, already feeling my high approaching, I clench around his fingers and he stops his movements and leaves my shorts. The feeling melted away and I look up to him and whine,

”I’ve been so good for you, Sir! Please, don't stop.”

”I know you have, Princess, and I'm so proud of you. Don't worry, you'll get your relief,” he begins, sitting up from the bed before placing gentle kisses down my stomach. He starts pulling my shorts off and leaves a kiss right above my heat, he rolls onto his back and motions for me to sit on my knees.

”I just want you to get off from my mouth, now come here.”

I sit up and he helps me position myself over his face, my legs are slightly shaking but it's mostly from anticipation. I begin to lower myself but he was too impatient, he grabs my hips and jerks me down to his face, immediately eating me out like a starved man.

I lewdly moan out and roll my hips against his mouth, loving the way he sucks on my clit and swirls his tongue around my folds before plunging it into me. I feel my high coming back and he can tell by the look on my face, as he continues to tongue fuck me, his hand leaves my hip and goes to my clit, circling it fast with his thumb.

I throw my head back and release all onto his tongue, my legs are trembling as he licks me clean. I start to move off of his face but he grips my hips tighter and starts devouring me again, I still hadn't fully recovered from the orgasm and I yelped, my core was so sensitive and Jae showed no mercy.

”W-wait, I'm still s-sensitive!” I cried out. It was all so intense, he seemed to not care as he still continued. My hands were in his hair and I tried to keep my body up, thankfully he still had a good grip on me. ”Taste so fucking good,” he murmurs against me.

I already felt my next high approaching, I squirmed above him while moaning out from the pleasure, the orgasm washed over me like a wave, and my legs were shaking furiously now. ”Look at you, Princess, you're dripping all over me,” he points out. This time he licks me clean and helps me off of him, laying me down on the bed and hovering over me.

He smashes his lips against mine and grinds into me, ”Fuck, say my name, Princess,” he groans while leaving my lips, kissing my neck down to my breasts. ”Jae,” I gasp as he attached his mouth to my nipple. He groans against my nipple at the sound of his name off of my lips, sucking and nibbling it softly before he crawls back up to me.

I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer, ”Jae, please,” I whine while trying to rub against him. He smirks and pushes my hips down, unbuttoning his pants and tossing them, along with his underwear, to the side.

He takes his dick and begins rubbing it up and down my slit, teasing my entrance slowly before hitting my clit with it, after what seemed like an eternity and me whining for him, he finally pushed into me.

A pornstar-like moan leaves my mouth, I arch my back as he plunges into me at a quick and steady pace, grabbing onto his arms and pulling him closer to me. The feeling of him hitting my g spot is so intense, he knows my body so well and he loves showing it off.

I remember that time we stayed up all night, trying out various positions and things such as choking, edging, toys, etc. He already knew what he liked, but he wanted to know what I liked. He told me how he wanted to be the only one that could fulfill my fantasies and desires, and he's doing an amazing job at it.

I kissed his neck before I began to suck it, leaving little marks all over. His moans were deep, his hands were on my hips and gripping them tightly. I scratched down his arms and let my head fall to the bed, ”S-shit, Jae,” I whimper underneath him.

”What is it, Princess? Does it feel good?”

His smirk was so devilish. ”You’re taking my dick so well, such a good girl.” he praised into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I clench around him as I feel my orgasm coming, ”Cum for me, Princess,” he moans deeply into my ear. I hold onto him as I fall apart, leaving scratches down his back as my body twitches, ”J-Jae,” I moan to him before letting myself fall back with my head to the side.

He slows down his thrusting and softly grabs my chin, turning me to face him, ”So fucking gorgeous,” he groans as he picks up his pace again. I choke on air from the sensitivity, looking up at him with doe eyes ”I’m too s-sensitive!” I cry, clutching onto his body.

He chuckles darkly and pushes me back down on the bed, holding my hands down and continues to pound into me. I cry out and arch my back once again, curling my toes as I start to feel yet another orgasm.

”Does my Princess want to cum all over my dick again? I bet you would fucking love that, wouldn't you?” he purrs, biting his lip as he watches my body twitch. I nod my head furiously with imploring eyes, ”Please, S-sir, I want to cum all over your dick agai-Fuck! J-Jae,” I beg, moaning his name out at the end.

He moved his hand to my neck, gripping it and squeezing the sides, ”Then cum.” My eyes roll to the back of my head, my free hand goes to his arm and scratches down it, the feeling was like ecstasy and even though I was extremely sensitive, I yearned for more.

The moaning that was leaving my mouth was high pitched, it sounded so innocent to Jae and he craved more of it. ”You look so fucked out, Princess,” he pauses and pulls out of me, proceeding to flip me onto my stomach, ”I think you can handle a few more.”

He makes me cum at least 4 more times, at one point he came in me and switched back to using his fingers and mouth while he waited for his erection to come back. The feeling in my core is so intense, I'm begging him for a break at this point to calm down,

”Please, Sir, I can't take anymore, ” I whine, he's hovered over me and he is holding my face in his hand. ”One more, Princess.” He lines himself up to my entrance and pushes in, pounding into me so hard as he holds onto my hips.

I'm shaking beneath him, biting my lip and clawing at his back, he brings his two fingers to my mouth and I suck on them, locking eyes with him as I do so. ”Such a sinful act to suck on my fingers, and yet, you make it look so innocent,” he groans, I inch my hand down his arm to his hand, taking his two fingers and dragging them across my lips before continuing to suck them, I know that drives him wild.

His other hand goes to my clit and rubs it furiously with his thumb, I start moaning desperately around his fingers, wanting to feel that blissful release. My eyes start tearing up from the intensive pleasure and I clench around him, ”Look at you, so desperate, I fucking love this look so much,” he groans, closing his eyes from the pleasure,

”Cum with me, Princess.”

I let go for the last time, pulling him down and kissing him, I mewl against his lips and hold onto him tightly as we ride out the euphoric feeling. My body is shaking against his, the lewd noises I'm making are whiny and loud, Jae watches me writhe in pleasure and gently wipes the tears from my face.

I feel him release in me and we both collapse in each other's arms, ”That was amazing, you looked so beautiful, Princess.” He kisses my forehead and we start to cuddling, our chests pressed together as we stared at one another and basked in the afterglow.

His hair was sticking to his forehead do to the sweat, his lips were still as plump as ever, but his eyes weren't as dark as they were before. His eyes were soft and loving, his dominant ambiance always stays, but in this moment, it's not in a sexual way. Just a protective and caring way.

”Say my name...I don't have a reason for it, I just really want to hear you say it,” he whispers to me, his voice was soft as he caressed my face. I lean into him and kiss him tenderly before whispering back to him,

”Jae.”

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sunlittaeyong · 6 years

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PARK JAEHYUNG - THE SOFT SIDE

@wildkxrdedits requested a fulffy Jae piece. Thank you for being so patient you are the best!!! Sorry if there are mistakes I didn’t edit it.

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You and Jae are sitting on the couch of his dorm room the other boys are all gone which is a rare occasion. It’s nice sitting cuddled up to him, your back pressed to his chest, his arms wrapped around you. Jae can be a very loud and silly guy he has a certain face he puts on for people and it’s not that he’s not being himself (he definitely is) but there is another side to him he doesn’t always show people. A softer sweeter side, you like this side very much. It’s the side of him that holds you when you cry, brings you lunch when he has the time, picks up gifts for you every place he travels (even if it’s only two hours away), it’s this side that has you pulled close to him as the tv plays and the lights are turned down low. All his sides are good but this one is your favorite.

You don’t often go to award shows or really any big event, they weren’t really your thing but you agreed to go to this one with Jae because he had asked (maybe begged) so nicely. Jae stuck with you as much as he possibly could it actually ended up being a nice night. Watching performers, talking to new people, sitting closely and gossiping with Jae it all ended up being very enjoyable and as usual the boys were amazing. But the room was so fucking cold, you’d think with all the people and the lights you’d be warm but it seemed they had thought ahead to how hot all of the performers would be and it ice cold in there. So there you sat your leg bouncing and hands rubbing together to try and stay warm, not to mention your dress was short which made the cool air even worse.

“Are you cold?” Jae whispered in your ear, you nod.

“Yeah. I think they made it cool in here so the performers wouldn’t get too hot.” You say with a little shrug.

“Here.” Jae muttered and then removed his jacket, you sat in shock as he draped it cover your legs. You looked up and smiled sweetly at him, you cup his cheek and kiss him sweetly.

“Thank you so much, sweetie.”

“No problem.” Jae says, smiling and blinking at you in that cute little way he does. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You place another kiss on his nose and then turn back towards the stage.

You have had the longest week of you life. Work had been extremely busy for both you and Jae you’d barely had time for a few text messages hear and there. You were trudging up the steps to your apartment because of course the elevator was broken. You struggle to pull out your keys as you stand in front of the door cursing your existence, and the elevator, and your job, and Jae for being gone (even though it really isn’t his fault). Suddenly your door opens and you stumble back, screaming slightly in surprise.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Jae says, rushing out of your apartment and kneeling down next you. “I heard you swearing out here and I thought you’d need help.”

“A little warning that you were inside would have been helpful.” You grumbled, sitting up with his help and collecting your things. “Why didn’t you text me that you were coming over?”

“Uh,” Jae sets a hand on the back of his neck. “I was trying to surprise you.”

“Oh.” You say in surprise, your mouth falling open.

“Come on.” Jae stands back up and offers his hand to you, you take it and let him pull him to your feet. Jae leads you inside and closes the door behind him. You walk forward and into the kitchen, finding an array of foods waiting for you. Some kind of pasta dish, soda, a brownie dessert, champagne, and fresh cut strawberries. In front of the bowls of food is a glittery card, you move forward and grab the card you open it and see a little note that Jae definitely wrote if the chicken scratch was anything to go by.

I’m sorry I’m always so busy and it makes it harder on us.

I’m not very good as this so,

I think I’ll just let some of our lyrics express how I feel.

It was a really hard day today

My heart aches for you

The only thing I can do for you

Is to be next to you, I’m sorry

You’re so pretty when you smile

So every time you lose that smile

Even if I have to give my all

I want to give it back to you

I want to cry for you

I want to hurt instead of you

I don’t want any scars in your heart

Ever again

You look up and smile at him, a few tears in your eyes, your hand covering your mouth. “Oh, no! No don’t cry. You weren’t supposed to cry? Is it because of the lyrics? I swear I’m not just like recycling lines on you it’s really how I fe-”

“Jae,” You chuckle. “Shut up.” You move forward and wrap your arms around his waist. “I know your not. I’m crying because I’m really touched, and I love you very much.” You whisper into hi

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onyourzeus · 4 years

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• in the mood for love | pjh

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title: in the mood for love pairing: park jaehyung (jae of day6) & you genre: FLUFF words: 2.6k

author’s note: requested by this anon asking for a valentine’s day headcanon for our #1 twitch streamer, jae. i’ve never done headcanons before, so i kind of spun this in both ways: how i think he’d spend a special day with his s/o, and turn it into a fic(ish?) ngl these are fun to do

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

jae wouldn’t be the biggest fan of valentine’s day

as in, having one specific day assigned throughout the whole year

for you to hail gifts and love notes and roses and chocolates to the one person you love

yeah, he’d definitely be the “complaining” type, that is to say

before he met you

your relationship stands in the middle of being frenemies and actually romantically involved

there is never a day that jae corrects you on some weird unheard of factoid

(in which case he gets it wrong 95% of the time)

nor can you get away from his ridiculous antics that just tip you over the edge slightly

like, putting your favorite snack on the highest shelf he knows you can’t reach

or bombarding you with memes through texts while he’s in the bathroom

forcing you to play phasmaphobia, promising he won’t lock you in the room with the ghost

and proceeds to do exactly that plus runs away without you

where’s the team effort in that?

anyway, that’s basically the gist of your life having him as your boyfriend

so for valentine’s day, you know it would either just be

a chill day at his apartment, maybe play games that would resort to turning into a fiery competition

or watch the latest release of your favorite animes while he talks over every two minutes about a theory he developed prior

OR… hmm, well, you’re not really sure

this would be the first valentine’s you’d spend with him; and you’re very much aware for his

lack of fondness for the holiday

the days leading up to it, the only thing you’d hear from him is complaints upon complaints of this capitalistic expenditure that should be abolished

you know he jests, but you feel a little saddened

you spent so much time making a scrapbook for the memories you both shared in the few months you’ve been together

it’s not a lot, you rarely do intricate craftwork like this, but you were feeling sentimental

there’s polaroids of him streaming on twitch with you sneakily taking the picture from the side

a polaroid of the two of you at your apartment eating take out while drinking a little alc

even a picture of yourself which he took when you were knocked out on the couch, waiting for him to finish band practice

for an added touch, you wrote down cute (or snarky, it depends on how he views it) comments on each polaroid, just to make it more personalized

the nervousness hits you, what if he thinks this is all too much? too clingy? he didn’t ask for this, that’s for sure

but it was made with the labor of love, and it just so happens that the 14th was the day you started dating him… yeah, maybe you can make that as an excuse instead

usually, the both for you don’t really celebrate ~*~monthsaries~*~ and that’s okay

he’s busy with work and you have other duties to attend to as well— but one special gift shouldn’t be the cause of a problem, right?

on the day of ~*~love~*~, jae had some meetings at the company bldg. and so you ask if there’s a time during the night you guys can hang out

he doesn’t respond until a few hours later, and the whole time your heart sank deeper and deeper into the pit of your stomach

you just have to accept him for who he is, you sigh, or maybe he’s just caught up with band stuff, which is usually the case— and you’re never not 100% supportive

he texts you that you can come over at his apartment, and for a little your excitement bounces back

“sorry for the late reply, the boys were here for a lil” he adds, and you’re confused— did that mean they’re still hanging out at his place? oh

you try not to think of it too much, having expectations beyond reality is what breaks a lot of relationships

and you have to remind yourself: jae isn’t like that, and you like jae for jae

you still bring the scrapbook with you, and ought to leave it under his bed or something so he finds a surprise later on (considering the possibility that you’re accompanied by 4 of his best friends during your 6 month anniversary and valentine’s day)

you arrive at his doorstep, anxiety soaring out of your chest for some reason. with the spare key he had entrusted you with, you open the door

it’s dark

way too dark

is this a prank? is he trying to conflate halloween with valentine’s day

“jae i swear to god if—”

and the lights turn on, but it’s not his house lights. they’re fairy lights. all strewn across the hall (where did he get that?)

little heart cut outs of different shades of red and pink seem to be taped all over the walls

you hear soft piano music humming from his speakers in the living room

but there is no jae in sight

“jae, what…” you’re at a loss for words

he pops out of his bedroom, trying hard not to grin so widely at you

“you called?” he says in the most annoying, teasing voice in which you can’t help but laugh-cry at

“wait wait wait this wasn’t the reaction i was going for” he says in panic, walking towards you and the sight of him just makes you cry a little harder

he’s wearing a tux inside his own house, and he’s holding a rose that’s bound to be crushed the moment he comes over to hug you

“wait, no the rose,” you say in between sniffles, taking it from his grasp and settling it on the coffee table

jae pauses, looks at you in a daze

you’re pouting, and you want to admire his outfit but also punch his silly face but he’s smiling at you and you’re embarrassed

“are you sad?” he asks a matter of factly, arms still spread open waiting for your approval for him to embrace you

“if you don’t hug me in the next three second i will be—”

“i would be the worst person to ever exist in the world to do that to you,” he says in your ear, and you soon feel yourself melting into his embrace

he’s so warm

and so tall

and so confusing you kind of just want to poke him where it hurts

but you indulge in the comfort of his presence

until you realize that you’re wrinkling his precious suit

“ok hol up” you interrupt the adorable moment, and jae seems to look confused

“wha”

“what’s all this?” you finally get the courage to ask, dried up tears on your cheeks yet a hopeful spark igniting in your chest

“well, i uh,” this is ultimate Jae Trying to Find Excuses with Futile Attempts To Do So 101

“did you really have a meeting today?” no answer

“did the boys help you with all this?” your head turns to look at all the cheesy decorations in the room

still no answer

just jae avoiding your suspicious stare, even whistling comically

“jae!” your nervousness from a while ago comes out as relief, and bubbling laughter as you playfully shake him for an answer “i thought valentine’s suck and we’re too good for that”

“you’re never too good for anything, well. except for me, you’re too good for me,” he finally lets up, wiping whats left of the moist tears on your face with a soft caress. his voice was soft, too, and it’s a refreshing and wanted feeling to hear him speak to you this way

“i know i can be a jerk about those kinds of things but… after meeting you, i think you deserve just the best,” he continues, finding your hand and holding onto it tight. “this isn’t even half of it”

“there’s more?” you quip, already satisfied with the cutesy re-decor of his apartment, but once he leads you to the island counter you see two plates filled with dinner food, and wine glasses ready to be poured with what seems to be red wine on the side

the vase in the middle was empty, and so you accept the rose that jae had picked up from the table, and carefully place it in its new home

“i’m… impressed. you did this?” you say

“if i said yes would you believe me”

“never,” you reply, knowing that younghyun probably had a little helping hand in here too

“well there you go, you know me better than myself already,” jae winks, and something flutters within you that causes your head to feel so light and just. focus on jae

pulling out the chair, he signals for you sit down with a royal gesture “before you, milady”

you’re laughing now, smiling from ear to ear at how ridiculous jae sounds but at the same time the two of you are having so much fun

you fall back into normal conversations with more banter than regular small talk; it’s so easy to be yourself with him

you keep admiring the suit he’s wearing, even his hair is slicked back with gel to cast the perfect valentine’s day look. you compliment him in between bites, and then mutter under your breath that you should have worn something just as elegant

“this wasn’t my idea,” he defends, and you’re sure one of the boys dared him to do it

“still, i don’t look the part as your date,” you half-joke, but your tone sounded sadder than you anticipated

“this,” jae says, looking at you and only you. for a moment you can’t find your breath

“you. this is you. and that’s who i love”

you’re smitten. that’s it pack up your bags this is it

“jae maybe ease up on the red wine?”

“shutup youknowyouloveit”

finally, you finish up the meal and you’re full

of food and love

he tells you to just chill by the couch as he gets something from his room, and you wonder what else he has up his sleeve

you’re grateful for bringing the polaroid camera with you to commemorate something so rare

but as you’re trying to take it out of your bag, you see the scrapbook (it’s hard to miss) and pull that out instead

should you give it to him now? or later?

while you contemplate on this, flipping the pages of the book jae has sprung up behind you

“hey i was looking for that picture of you all sleepy and drooling”

“JAE WHAT THE HELL”

you jump from surprise, almost flailing the scrapbook in the process as you see jae laughing his ass off from behind

you notice he has his guitar with him now (???)

“did you do this for me?” he sits next to you, setting the guitar on the side as you begrudgingly give him your gift. all of a sudden the unknown fear creeps up again and you hide your face in your hands

you hear him turn the page, a quiet pause, maybe a chuckle or two, and rinse repeat

“are you done????”

“no give me about ten hours”

“WHAT”

“i’m kidding, dude, this is amazing”

give it to jae to call you dude while in a relationship with you

but that’s when you know he’s genuine with his words

“i wasn’t expecting anything like this at all. this is so so so good, i love it. a lot,” he keeps complimenting you and it’s so hard to look at him when you’re red in the face and heart beating a mile a minute

“it’s nothing… i thought it’d feel too much since we haven’t been together long,” you confess, finally giving into seeing what jae looks like

he pout

he attac you with a flick on the forehead

and a pat on top of your head

“i don’t see it that way,” he says, sincerely. then he brings his guitar on his lap, and prepares his form as if he’s… about to sing something

the music from the speakers was soft enough to not disrupt his singing and guitar skills

you are one if not the biggest fan of jae and his band

and also, of eaJ

so you are very well aware of every song he’s put out there even winning five times in a self-induced contest as to who knows the lyrics better: the actual band member or the significant other

but what he’s singing for you right now

what those fingers plucking romantic melodies on the guitar strings

you haven’t heard of it before

and yet your heart feels so connected, so in awe of the way jae passionately sings in front of you

the man is shy okay, he’s a genius in his craft but when it comes to doing it in front of you he clamps up like a toddler on his first day alone in school

but right now, you don’t see any of that. you see jae singing words of happiness, admiration, love

for you

and he might not be meeting your eyes right now, it’s okay, cause you’re crying again anyway

you don’t want him to stop

you close your eyes and feel his words embed themselves in your mind

you want to keep this memory close to you, even if you can’t take a picture

it’ll ruin how special this moment is, really

it was short, sweet, but you’re not complaining

he finishes with a soft strum, and then finally sees your face in tears again

“i’m a bad boyfriend aren’t i,” he whines and he is met with the forceful (hint: soft) punches on his chest

“you’re literally the best bf ever wtf are u on about”

face wet, cheeks red, neck feeling warm from the wine

you’re a mess it’s as if you got dumped on valentine’s instead of serenaded by the love of your life

“why do you look like you got broken up on valentine’s instead of being—”

“yes jae i know”

“did you like it though? it’s unfinished but, i figured i wanted you to be the first to hear it”

“since...well.. it’s a song about you”

:( he wipes the tears with his thumb, and you steal a quick kiss on his lips

“i love it, and i love you so much u dork”

“i take it back you’ll never hear the finished version of this song”

“HEY”

(spoiler alert: he now keeps bugging you for more supportive comments and suggestions on the song)

(another spoiler alert: the night ended up the way you guys love spending time together: basking in each other’s company)

only this time, there’s poorly cut out hearts all over the walls

and there’s jae drunkenly mistaking lyrics of his song for another

and you singing along off-tune

happy valentine’s you two :)

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thetaekswoon · 7 years

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DAY6 Jae| Camp Counselor AU

This isn’t a part 2, but I kind of want to make these camp counselor aus into a series or something I do for a lot of groups because it’s just so much fun to write, and I also have such strong roots back to my sleepaway camp from back in the day. Shoutout to any ASITs if they’re reading this lol!

I hope this was what you wanted!

Jae:

CIT (Counselor in Training) Boys Cabin Leader

Jae prefers to spend more time with the older campers than the young ones, he likes that he can feel and act more like himself around them and joke around more freely, he doesn’t feel trapped acting only as their babysitter.

Not only that but Jae is definitely a camp favorite among all of the older campers because he is just so cool and funny and chill, unlike many of the other counselors who prefer to keep their relationship with the campers primarily professional, Jae makes friends with every camper he sees.

and it’s not just him being friendly or anything, Jae honestly tries to become best friends with every camper.

, but it’s still something about the older campers that draws him to hang out with them the most.

Like during meals Jae always sits at the CIT’s table and eats with all of his CITs, joking around while almost all of the other counselors are sitting with each other on the other side of the dining hall, away from the campers while they can,

, and hanging out with the kids never seemed like a chore or a job to Jae because, well.... they’re people??? And if you actually take the time to listen and interact with them they’re actually really funny, like seriously some of these kids in the CIT program are only a year or two younger than some of the counselors, so treating them any differently than you would your counselor friends is just stupid to Jae.

Like have you ever heard CITs Chenle and Renjun make fun of first year counselor Mark of the Red Fox cabin? It’s freaking hilarious and gets Jae rolling on the ground practically sobbing every time.

Speaking of the CITs, Jae prefers being a CIT Leader over a normal counselor any day, and is so glad that he got the job because working with the CITs is so much cooler than working with the small campers because they’re cooler they already have been attending the camp for several years (it’s a requirement to be in the CIT program that you have been at camp for at least 3 years), so they know everything about the place through and through, even more so than some of the counselors,

, there is a working xbox in the CIT Lounge while the one in the staff lounge broke months ago and no one wants to go pay for a new one,

, the CITs get to participate in exciting and different events that the other campers aren’t allowed to.

For example, the CITs don’t really have a set schedule for the day like all the campers do, so what Jae and his CITs do changes everyday, and one day he’ll take them fishing in the lake, but the next they’ll be baking small blueberry tarts for the girl CITs,

and finally the CITs are granted permission to leave camp grounds once a week for a day out,

, and the day outs are always so much fun because they travel to fun places like the zoo, amusement and water parks, and go out for dinner before heading back to camp.

Jae is ALWAYS playing his guitar.

In between courses Jae will be chilling with his guitar under the sun in the center of the camp’s big grass field, and campers will just start surrounding him and one thing leads to another and they’re all singing Wonderwall and it sounds awful because everyone is making a joke out of it, but still ahhh (such a head canon of mine tbh messing around and singing wonderwall with jae)

around the campfire during the evening activity,

and other times he’ll just sing his CIT boys a lullaby to help them fall asleep after a long day of cleaning out storage shed out by the lakefront.

Though Jae is basically always with his CITs, he also manages to teach one class a day for all of the campers....

Can you guess what it is?....

MUSIC AND GUITAR OBVIOUSLY!!!!

Every day at around 11 am, Jae greets his guitar class in the theater building (it has the best acoustics) and has everyone sit in a circle and play what they had been practicing for the last few days.

tbh Jae’s guitar class was such a popular class for the campers to take because he was such a good teacher that the class became overcrowded and it became evident that he couldn’t have just one guitar class anymore

, so counselor Sanha stepped in and helps Jae teach, and runs his own guitar classes during time slots that Jae is busy with his CITs.

Jae’s counselor is very summer, very much dealing with the heat.

He is almost always wearing a tie-dyed shirt and beige shorts. A rope necklace and these shorts are his iconic look.

sometimes he wears a bucket hat because the forecast suggested that the sun is going to be stronger than usual, and CIT Kyla laughs endlessly at his ears sticking out from the sides when he does this.

Big glasses accidentally reflect the sun into people’s eyes while he talks to them outside... whoops.

Overall, Jae is the sleepaway camp’s lovable dork counselor who plays the guitar and eats too much pizza.

, and you’re one of the CIT Leaders for the girls, and have known Jae ever since you both started to come to the camp when you were 5 and 6, and were in the Coyote and Hare cabins.

Way back then Leeteuk was still a counselor for the Coyote Cabin, but know he has made his way up the ranks to be one of the camp directors, and is your BOSS!

Anyway, you’ve known Jae and have been friends literally since before you learned your multiplications tables, and now here you are serving your favorite place on earth as CIT Leaders.

You and Jae are both a little over the top when it comes to camp cheers and the such because well, you’ve both been there for so long, this place is like your home, if you guys wanna shout the words to BLACK SOCKS you will.

“BLACK SOCKS THEY NEVER GET DIRTY THE LONGER YOU WEAR THEM THE BLACKER THEY GET

SOMETIMES I THINK I SHOULD WASH THEM BUT SOMETHING INSIDE ME KEEPS SAYING NOT YET

NOT YET

NOT YET”

(repeat several more times each getting louder and faster and more aggressive until you literally can’t keep up anymore)

Sometimes in the middle of the night when everyone is supposed to be sleeping you’ll gather all of the CITs and tell ghost stories to them, that may actually leave poor little Jeno weeping and begging Chenle not to do that dolphin laugh because he keeps getting scared.

, anyway you and Jae are basically as close as friends can be to each other and sometimes campers joke around that you two are like a married couple because of it, but every time they something like that you two can’t help, but laugh because it just all sounds so ridiculous...

.... doesn’t it?

that is until the CIT day out comes around, and this week you are all going to the waterpark and then a fireworks show because the Fourth of July is right around the corner, and how fun would it be to go out and run around with sparklers and actually see some good fireworks for a change? Instead of the short and cheap fireworks show that the camp prepares for all the kids during this time of the summer.

So, you guys load all of the CITs into the camp vans and drive off to the waterpark which is two hours away.

arriving at the waterpark is a bunch of madness because you, Jae and the other CIT Leaders need to organize all of the tickets for everyone, and then it becomes a matter of checking everybody in, and finally you can all relax.

It wasn’t seeing Jae shirtless that finally did it for you, you had seen him shirtless hundreds of times before, after all you two do both work at a summer camp.

For whatever stupid reason, it was seeing him walk out of the boys changing room wearing his bright violet swimming shorts, a bucket hat, floaties on both arms, and crocs.

like what kind of person? you thought, only Jae, your cute best friend, and then suddenly you realized you just called your best friend cute in your head, but you didn’t mean like cute cute like puppy-dog or stupid cute, you meant cute in a like-like kind of way and you slap yourself on your head.

“Y/N have you gone mad hitting yourself again?” Jae asks, pretending to be concerned and act like a doctor, looking into your eyes and asking for you to stick out you tongue and say ahhh, “I’d say it might be mad cow disease, but we can’t be sure until the test results co-”

“Quit it dumbass, I just realized I forgot something back in the van.” you say, pretending to look through your bag for something.

“It wasn’t sunscreen was it? I can already feel the sun pelting down onto me.”

you were lying when you said you forgot something in the van, but then you realize that you really did forget your sunscreen, that or it must have fallen out of your bag because it wasn’t there anymore.

You nod,

“Dammit Y/N, the park people won’t let you back in if you leave, don’t worry, I won’t let you burn.” Jae says, “I still got some left.”

turns out Jae’s sunscreen wasn’t a strong enough spf for you, so by the time you and the CITs leave the waterpark and arrive at the place where the fireworks show is happening your shoulders are burnt bright red.

Jae keeps apologizing to you all throughout the fireworks show, but you keep telling him that it wasn’t his fault, that you probably should have reapplied the lotion when your shoulders started to feel hot.

, and somehow, by the time that you get back to camp, Jae somehow convinces you to let him lend you some of the aloe that he has in his cabin.

And then he... puts it on your himself?

tbh it was cold and awkward and giggly, and felt kind of strangely intimate,

and Jae is blushing all over,

because he has always seen you as his gorgeous best friend in the whole wide world, but he’s been wanting to see you as more than just that recently and now you’re letting him put his hands on you kinda and you’re so close that he can smell your hair which still smells of chlorine from the waterpark

,,, and it a moment of boldness Jae announces that he is going to kiss you.

And you let him.

Dating Jae is almost exactly the same as before, except now theres a lot more cuddling, and skinship in general.

Jae always greets you in the mornings with a quick peck on the cheek (staff aren’t allowed to show any form of pda around the campers) and a surprisingly sweaty hug, like come on the heat hasn’t even kicked up yet Jae.

Whenever you two go out on solo dates into town on your day off, which is almost never on the same day because you are both working with the CITs and there are a very limited number of CIT staff, but when you do you always make the most out of it.

, going to restaurants downtown and being able to hold your hands in public

The teasing never seems to stop coming from CITs Guanlin and Somi, who figured out that you two were dating in a matter of minutes, and constantly need to exert the small amount of power that they have over you.

“Hey Y/N is that a MOSQUITO BITE on your NECK *gasp* ???!!?!” They’ll shout at you when you walk into the lounge after your breaks,

“Or maybe it was a vampire considering how obvious it is by the mark that they were out for blood. What do you think Jae? Doesn’t Y/N look like they were just attacked by a vampire teehee?”

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