#JayBum Park

[whats-wild-to-you]

damn that anon who asked for the thigh plot was oddly specific

could we get a part 2 tho 👀

Admit it…you just want that smut scene 😈😈 can’t blame you though 😂

*the thigh plot linked here*

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I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a big, fluffy towel around my body. Jay’s phone rang as soon as we got in and I hadn’t seen or heard him since. He might as well have left because of some emergency.

Humming along to my favorite song, I stepped into the bedroom, gasping at the sight in front of me.

Jay had dimmed the lights and spritzed perfume in the air, the bed was covered in roses and a champagne bottle with two glasses sat on the nightstand. But no sight of Jay.

I was starting to think that he was really called into the office at the last minute, until someone kicked the door open and I watched Jay walking into the room, cradling a bowl of strawberries and a can of whipped cream.

Involuntary, I broke into a huge laughing fit. “I thought you wanted to seduce me, not feed me!”

Jay just smirked, taking in the sight on front of him.

“You’re early.”

“Aww, I’m sorry. Should I go and come back in a couple minutes and act surprised?”, I teased him.

He shook his head and grabbed a corner of my towel, swirling me around and out of it, until my naked body landed on the bed.

Desperately trying to cover myself with the blanket, I grunted when I realized all the rose petals stuck to my still damp skin.

“Relax, baby!”

I closed my eyes and counted to ten.

Here he was, my absolutely gorgeous boyfriend, this perfect specimen, at my feet, ready to fulfill all of my needs.

All I had to do was let him. Sex so far had been pretty standard. I would rush to the bedroom, undress, kill the lights and hide under the sheets. It was a matter of time before Jay would start to get bored with me.

“What are you doing?”, I squeaked, when he parted my legs, standing in between them.

He didn’t say anything, just smirked. I gulped when he pulled my hair back, exposing my neck and dipped his head to leave wet kisses right below my ear.

“I want you to enjoy this as much as I am!”, he said eventually, going around the bed and pouring some of the champagne into our glasses. I downed my glass in one go, needing the extra boost of confidence.

“What about this?”, I pointed to the can of whipped cream.

“That’s for later.”

He kneeled in front of me, grabbing my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed. He put my legs on either side of his shoulders and pulled my closer to him, until his face was inches away from my pussy. With his agile tongue he parted my lips and dipped it into my wet folds making me shiver involuntarily.

Not able, or willing, to suppress my moans, I grabbed him by his hair, grinding my hips, desperate to find some release. But Jay had just started the teasing game.

As he came up for air he grabbed the whipped cream, smiling devilishly as he shook the bottle in the most suggestive manner.

"Your pussy is sweet like a mango, and you know what goes really well with that?"

I faked ignorance, until he squirted some of the fluffy cream directly onto my pussy, licking it clean and being very thorough in doing so.

I braced myself for a long night and the possibility of Jay emptying the entire can on me.

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Cursed pic of Jay Park 2

[underneaththe-waterfall]

REMINDER: PARK JINYOUNG EXISTS

A post dedicated to Jinyoungs instagram pictures because this man is wayy too handsome and we all seem to forget! 

💚💕

[dothathang]

when I woke up and read the news i was sad but not so surprise, it was to much to him be a CEO being a singer. he did a incredible job in years, but if he wants to focus in others things I'll support him like I always did.

he said " This is not the end but just think that the form has changed and it's the next step..."

I trust him and support the next steps in his path.

~ if I could hug u tightly i'd say " u did well, im proud of u for being who u are" ~

[namjoonsteeth]

Pillow Talk- Jay Park One Shot

Jay Park x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1500

Summary: A cute late night conversation with Jay before bed:)

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His body drips on mine like wax. Slow and wet, when his teeth find my skin I’m filled with heat. My body withers beneath him, pressing my scent into each thread of his sheets, so that even when I leave it’ll be hard for him to get rid of me. 

I like to drop traces of myself around his apartment. It’s the curled strands of hair he’ll find in combs, my panties that he finds mixed in with his own laundry, and the smell of me in his bed. He likes to think that he’s so skilled with getting me to come over. I let him think that it’s in his smile or the way he calls me pretty or how he fucks me until I can’t see straight. But I swear it’s my little reminders. He finds a book I left on his bed stand and calls me, finds a bracelet, an earring, and my name is on his lips almost immediately. 

“I love you more than I should allow myself to,” he tells me one night. His fingers move across my torso, touching whatever he can, without rush or urgency. 

“Huh?” I can barely move. I’d rush to him when he called, regardless of the fact that I was already exhausted. 

“More than you should allow me to, too,” 

I wish I could see his face, but I’m too tired to turn over. Instead, I pull his arms tighter around my body, and try to fall asleep to the hum of his breath. It’s pertinent that I go to sleep first because once he starts snoring it becomes almost impossible. 

“Sleep,” I mumble, just barely moving my head to kiss his shoulder. “Talk tomorrow,”

He laughs and bends to kiss my mouth, his lips soft on mine. When he pulls back I reach out to hold him against me. 

“Let’s just fall asleep like this,” I smile. 

“You want us to turn into those people?” Jay asks laughing as I twist in his arms to kiss him again. My lips move over his jaw, his nose, his cheeks and eyes. Sometimes it feels like I can’t get close enough to him. Sometimes I want him under my skin, in my hair and under my nails. So close that we can’t tell where either of us ends. 

“What did you mean before?” I ask him. My hands running up his back. 

“Oh, you’re awake now?” His eye brow lifts cutely as his smoothes my hair away from both of our eyes. 

“Only enough for you to f—,”

He cuts me off, with his mouth. His hand slaps my ass hard enough that I jerk forward, pressing again him. 

“Watch your mouth—,”

“Where do you want it?” I smile up at him. His long eyelashes blink slowly, moving all over my face before he laughs. 

“What to do with you? Huh? I feel like you get dirtier every time I see you,”

“Who’s fault is that? You’d be obsessed with fucking you too if you were me,”

Jay tilts his head, his eyes narrowing on me. “What a weird, intrusive thought you just forced me to have,”

I shrug and press myself closer to him. My arm wraps around his body tightly. I’m not sure how long time and everything around us will allow me to stay close to him but I know I’m not letting go until I’m forced to. Jay holds me tightly, his arms engulfing be until his body heat becomes my body heat. I sometimes wonder how I could ever fall asleep without this. Then I wonder what it would be like to have this everyday. I don’t think I’d ever get out of bed if this was my every day and night.

“When we get married, do you think we’ll be this obsessed with each other?” He asks, around a yawn, “Or is this still what they call the honeymoon stage?” 

“When we get married?” I laugh drawing back with a small frown. As if he expects it, Jay’s thumb is there in an instant to smooth down the wrinkled skin. “Who says we’re getting married,”

“Of course, we will,” he assures tiredly and closes his eyes. 

“I don’t believe in the concept of marriage,” I tell him. “We can just be one of those dope couples who’s been together forever and start wearing matching clothes for Instagram when we’re like fifty,”

“What concept of marriage? It’s going to be whatever we want it to be. We make our own concept,” 

It’s Jay’s turn to frown. Instead of pushing his own wrinkles away, I kiss his closed eyelids. His nose scrunches cutely. I never thought that I would be this person: disgustingly saccharine and completely devoted. I wasn’t joking when I said marriage wasn’t for me, but Jay is and if it what he wants, I will too. 

“Is that you proposing?” I laugh. 

He sighs and wraps himself tightly around me. His legs drape over mine and pull me in, his hands press deep into my skin. 

“I propose to you every time I tell you that I love you. Every time I kiss you, whenever I’m inside of you; I thought I made it clear that you’re stuck with me,”

He makes me blush. My cheeks feel hot and my body even hotter. With his skin on mine and no escape from how soft and malleable he’s made my heart, I can’t think of anything else other than kissing him. 

He kisses me back, his lips moving  lazily  against mine like he’s too tired to not make it sloppy. His mouth moves all over me, tasting my lips until he’s got his fill, before moving onto my jaw line and then my neck. 

Hands ease me over gently, so that his body can hover over mine. We’ve had sex too many times to count until now. And as always, this is my favorite type and place. In his bed, stripped of anything but us. I’m not focused on trying to make it good for me, and he doesn’t care about making me come apart so many times that I’m dizzy. 

Our bodies just need to be together. As necessary as drinking a glass of water before bed or stretching or saying prayers or counting sheep to sleep, my body takes him in and eases any tension it has pent up. I want to close my eyes, and just feel him but it’s equally important to see him too. 

“I love you,” he says, and for the first time I realize that I’ve always taken that fact as a proposal. It’s a statement of devotion, a verbal contract of loyalty, faithfulness, dedication, and everything in between. He belongs to me and in the same millisecond of breath I belong to him. 

“I love you, too,” I tell him. Looking up at him, it’s not like I’m having an enlightenment or revelation it’s more of a reminder of something I knew already. 

He moves slowly, pulling my legs high on his waist and holding my hands high above my head. I feel open and on display. His eyes tell me, I love you when there’s nothing between us but skin. I love you when my body is tired and my mind searches you out. I love you when I can barely stand on my feet but all I see is you. From the tip of my fingers where your’s lace down to my tip toes, I love you. 

He kisses me then as if feeling how sensitive I am right now. While his hips rock against me, I move with him, trying to get him to seep deep under my skin. When he holds me still beneath him and buries his nose in my hair, I fall apart calling his name. And when he falls with me we stay close together still until it’s absolutely necessary. We’re a mess. We should get up. We should do so much other than just lie there mixed in each other but we don’t. 

“Once we‘re married, I want to buy a cottage and live in the forest,” I sigh. My fingers move in his hair as his chin face presses against my chest. “And one baby,”

“One baby,” he laughs. “Anything else? I want to make sure I get it down perfectly,”

“Hmmm,” I think, yawning. My eyes close. “Cottage, child, and maybe a studio in the back yard so you can keep writing songs about me,”

“Cottage, child, studio. I’ll make it happen,” He presses a single kiss against my skin. 

“What about you?”

“I want whatever you want. I’m too tired to make any more demands,” 

I smile to myself, hearing his breath start to even out. I fall asleep like that, thinking about how perfect it all sounds. How even if none of it comes true, I’ll take whatever he gives me. 

To be in love, and to be loved. I think that’ll always be enough. 

[officialmiso]

—(some of my) favourite jay park features (in order of release)

[oppatxtme]

JAY PARK: TARTARUS ESCAPADE (2)

xx~ JAY PARK x Reader ~xx

Note: Read at Your Own Risk ~~ (ง⌐□ل͜□)ง Type: Series Chapter 1 ..  Chapter 3 (to be posted)

[MASTER LIST]

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The man looked at you with an evil look that you counter look at him with your eyes full of hatred.

"Oh, don't give me that look dear.. like you look at me like I'm a stranger to you," he said in a seductive tone. Your eyebrow twitched

The man walked forward and crossed his arms.

"Don't ever call me 'dear' again or I'll kill you with my bare hands" you said clenching your fist tighter.

"Whoa! Take it, easy babe. I'm not gonna bite. I'm just here as requested by 'Him'. he said with a grin.

"You're just a newbie. So I'll give you an advise - stay the fvck away from me. You don't have any idea who you are talking to 'sinbyeong'.

Even tho it was obvious that he was a bit older than you.. you called him sinbyeong - rookie because he was just new to the organization, and your status is way higher than him.

You walked past him but stopped when you heard him say...

"Oh, but I do know who you are. The infamous Medusa. Medusa because of those beautiful eyes that turn red when you about to kill your victim. Rarely enough that you can only be seen when the moon is full." he managed to catch up to you and continued "I can't believe that I am now standing in front of the assassin 'The Black Mistress'" he said laughing with joy.

Both of you are now standing back to back.

"Stop with your nonsense. Your not my fan. If you don't shut your mouth, I'll do it for you." you said then the man was holding your hand. It caught your eye as he was as fast as you.

"You!?" you said trying still trying to conceal your anger towards the man in front of you that is currently holding your hand.

"Why you have a cut in your hand babe? This is no good. 'He' will not be happy about this at all" he was about to kiss the cut in your hand.

Your eyebrow twitched again and immediately pulled your hand from him.

"How dare you!" your blood is boiling. You can't take it anymore. You grab him from his throat and push him against the wall - hard. Your eyes turned red cause of the anger inside you.

"Yes! Those eyes! Those stunning eyes that I want to see. Magnificent!" the man said with his devilish smile even when you're crashing his throat - as if he doesn't feel anything.

"Damn you!" you shout out of anger. Your voice echoing in the hall then suddenly a long whip grab your arm that was holding the man's throat.

"That's enough," said the voice from your behind. "The two of you should not be fighting," she said making the whip tighter to my hand.

"Mistress, you're not supposed to strangle the man since he's now part of our team." Hoody said.

"You mean his the -"

"Yes. He is the G-Dragon the Master's talking about. He's Kwon Ji-Yong.

"How can it be.. this man can't be part of our team Hoody. Since when?" you said in disbelief.

"Just now I guess. The Master is impressed with his abilities that he promoted him to be part of our team." Hoody continued.

"You know, it's rude looking at someone else mind without consent," Ji-Yong said to Hoody.

You sighed. Trying to calm your self.

"You're lucky I didn't kill you now, but next time. I won't let someone else stop me," you said to Ji-Yong.

"Hoody, can you do me a favor and told to your Master that I'm done with the mission. I'm heading out," you said and walked away.

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You woked up sweating and catching your breath. You looked at the clock on your wall. 3:30 AM. You had the same nightmare for a couple of months now.

You got off from the bed and walked towards your mini patio to breathe some cold breeze outside.

You looked up in the sky and saw that it's the full moon. Naturally, your eyes turned red looking at it. Thinking about the nightmare you had - you sighed and took one of the bottled milk from your side table.

While you were deep in thoughts, you heard the empty milk bottle fall. You turn around and you see a shadow from the other side of your room. You held the bottle you have tight as you wait for the owner of the shadow come forward...

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A/N: Okay guys.. next chapter will be up next week as well ^_^

Thank you for reading. You keep me moving ♥

Please do follow - like - reblog ♥

[MASTER LIST]

[h1ghrambition]

Jay Park - W Korea Magazine August 2020

[kpxplocks]

like or reblogue if you save/use 💘

[serendibidibidis]

(@ Jay like we don't already fucking know) The fact Jay is now making excuses about why he is shirtless is my favorite thing ever. 😂

[whats-wild-to-you]

omg the one where u steal his clothes 🤭 could u write a smut where he goes feral so u purposely do it more often please

-> aforementioned request

feral huh? 😏 ngl there is something extremely sexy about wearing your boyfriend's clothes and him looking at you like a caveman 🥵🥵🥵 ______________________________________________

You spontaneously slept the night at Jay's again so you naturally had no clean clothes to put on the next day. Coming out of the shower you called your boyfriend's name, only to be met with silence.

Tiptoeing around the house naked and wet, you passed by the kitchen, noticing the yellow post-it on the fridge that wasn't there earlier.

I went out for a run. I'll bring back breakfast.

Smiling, you threw the towel over your shoulder and went straight to Jay's closet. Taking stock of everything that was in it, you decided to wear a pair of white basketball shorts and his red workout top.

It was much too big on you and revealed some major sideboob, since you had rinsed out your bra under the shower earlier.

"Oh well, it's not like I'll be going out in that outfit!"

Grabbing your phone off the nightstand, you walked over to the kitchen, browsing on the internet while you waited for Jay.

He came back 30 minutes later, completely drenched in sweat and panting. It was only 11am but already 30 degrees celsius hot. Who in their right mind goes jogging in that heat?

"You're going to get a heatstroke!"

"Where are you?"

"Kitchen!"

You stood up off the chair, ready to scold him, when he walked in only wearing his shorts. You too had gotten rid of his shorts earlier as they constantly fell off your hips.

"Goddamn, woman!"

"What? You said I could borrow your stuff!"

"I know I did, but-" He stopped himself, licking his lips.

You looked puzzled for a second, but then looked down at him, his shorts forming a tent over his growing bulge.

"Jesus Christ!"

You had no time to protest when Jay picked you up and carried you to the bathroom with him. Getting rid of both of your clothes, you barely managed to inform him that you had already showered, before he dragged you inside the shower cabin with him.

Lathering himself up in soap, you caught a glimpse of his wicked grin and understood immediately.

Boyfriend was horny. It happened a lot after he worked out, but usually you weren't there so his hand ended up doing all the work.

You raised an eyebrow as he inched closer and closer to you and eventually rubbed his soapy body against yours.

"We should probably rinse this off before we do any sort of acrobatics or we might break our necks." You snickered.

He stepped under the shower head, and all you could do was watch how the soap traveled down his perfectly sculpted body. Then he placed you under the shower head, admiring your curves.

In a matter of seconds you had jumped on his lap, smashing your lips on his. You moaned into the kiss, and Jay seized the opportunity and slipped his tongue inside your mouth. Deepening the kiss, he pushed you against the wall, the back of your head hitting the tiles but the pain wasn’t comparable to the one growing between your thighs. What should have been a painful moan quickly turned into an aroused one as you felt Jay's hand traveling in between your legs. He rubbed your clit, making sure you were wet and ready for him, then grabbed his pulsating cock, tantalizing your pussy before it disappeared slowly inside you.

You drew in a sharp breath which made Jay stop but he pushed through when you bit and sucked on his bottom lip, begging him to continue.

You wrapped your arms behind his neck, helping him to support your weight, while you pushed your hips forward, allowing Jay to penetrate you even deeper.

His thrusts became more rhythmic and soon he picked up the pace. Yout tits were bouncing up and down in front of his face and small beads of sweat covered his forehead. His muscles were tense from lifting your entire body weight, so you told him to put you down. Immediately you turned around, presenting him your juicy ass, your swollen pussy peeking through your tightly closed thighs. Jay slapped your ass cheeks a couple times until your skin turned red and you moaned delighted. With his left hand he spread your ass cheeks while his right one was guiding his cock to your pussy. He pulled your hips towards his lap, further intensifying the feeling, while you begged him to thrust deeper.

"Damn, woman! Any more deeper and my balls will disappear inside you too!"

There was something so raw and blunt about his statement that it made your pussy clench around his cock, holding it hostage.

"Faster, babe!"

He obeyed immediately, bending your knees until you almost squatted as he angled his leg up on the wall, practically mounting you like a horny bull.

You began to see stars and it didn't take long before you climaxed, your legs wobbling as you struggled to stay vertical.

Jay then picked you up and carried you to the bedroom, placing your wet body on the sheets and spreading your legs as far as he could.

You were still sore and oversensitive when he shoved his cock deep inside your convulsed pussy and continued thrusting in and out of you. Trying desperately to muffle your animalistic moans, you grabbed a pillow, pressing it on your face. You were sure you'd be too sensitive to feel any joy but noticed how you got wet again in record time, Jay's massive cock now sliding in and out of you with ease.

You felt Jay angling your legs so he could have better access and moaned into the pillow as you felt his thumb circling your swollen clit.

"Fuck!" He hissed and made your whole body erupt in goosebumps. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead onto your stomach. Soon his breathing became irregular and you knew he was about to cum.

Before that could happen, he pulled out his cock, leaving you empty and protesting.

"No! Get back in!"

His thumb was still rubbing your clit, the friction sending heat waves throughout your whole body. His other hand came up and grabbed your breasts, roughly playing with your nipples, before he slapped them, making the skin burn. You were winding under his thumb, ready to explode again, needing nothing more than his hard cock around your throbbing pussy.

Throwing the pillow aside, you gazed at him, a mixture of lust and rage. How dare he deny you his cock?

He watched you cum from the touch of a single thumb and smiled devilishly as you squirmed under him, performing some kind of elaborate exorcism.

You were still panting when you felt your aching pussy being spread once more as Jay's cock penetrated you deeper than ever before. In a matter of seconds he screamed out your name together with some expletives and collapsed on top of you.

Minutes passed before any of you could move, and even then your movements were in slow motion.

"Damn!" You chuckled at his stunned remark and freed yourself from under his weigh. Turning him onto his back, you straddled his hips in a desperate attempt to get him hard again.

"Not so fast! I need a minute, you insatiable woman."

You giggled and slid down his body until you were face to face with his worn-out cock.

"Let me help you then!" You announced as you started licking up and down his shaft, licking off all of your collective juices.

"Fuck!"

You had almost licked him clean and he was already twitching again.

"Ride me!"

You squatted down, hovering over his now hardened cock. He wasted no time shoving it inside you, thrusting his hips rhythmically, the only sound being his balls slapping against your skin.

[fxirytail]

“Thank You God for giving me the will to keep pushing 🙏🙏🙏 please keep us healthy and safe #everythingelseisabonus” - Jay Park (instagram) 

[underneaththe-waterfall]

OMG BAMBAM STOPPPPPP😭

WHO THE HELL GAVE THIS MAN THE RIGHT?

BAMBAMXCHARMS

[obiwon-shenobi]

@minibombs : it’s not just a Boulder😌😌 it’s pride rock :’))

Me: nigga huh?

@park-jaybum : ion know it’s a mystery to me I don’t get it

[namjoonsteeth]

A Christmas Surprise - Jay Park one shot

Jay Park x Reader

Genre: Christmas Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

One thing about my husband that is still taking some getting used to is his habit of waking up earlier than any normal person. Unfortunately, Christmas isn’t an exception, it’s an excuse for Jay. 

“We should get up,” he says, shifting his weight like he’s going to get out of bed.

 I tighten my arms around him, holding his body against mine. Of course, I’m not actually making a difference. If he wanted to slip out of bed, he could easily do it. He settles back against me as I press my face into his neck. 

“Let’s wait until he wakes up. I’m tired,” My eyes squint against the bright Christmas lights coming from the tree in the corner of our room before I bury my face back into his skin. It’s a miracle I got to sleep last night, or every night this week, since Jay decided we needed a tree in our bedroom this year as well. 

“It’s Christmas, though,” I can hear the pout of his lips. That’s one of my favorite things about him. Usually it would work on me, but considering we were up late last night having our own celebration, I’m partial to staying in bed until our son forces me to get up.

 “It’s too early, Jay. I feel like we just got to bed,” I stretch my legs out, hooking one around his hip to remind him just how we spent the night. As if he could forget, we didn’t bother putting any clothes on afterward.

 “What if the kid and I get up and make you breakfast and then we open gifts,”

“We wrote no cooking into the marriage contract. Don’t touch my kitchen,” I tell him, a little agitated that he’s not going to let me go back to sleep. 

“Marriage contract,” he scoffs.

 “Vows. I take them very seriously. We agreed you don’t give me food poisoning more than twice and you don’t wake me up,”

“You got food poisoning once and it wasn’t really my fault,” he protests cutely. I don’t care. I’m not actually trying to be cute, he’s really not allowed to cook me any food after the great raw fish debacle of 2016. 

“Do you really want to break your vows so early into this union?” I question seriously.

 Jay blows a large breath between his lips, his mouth slapping together. You would think that he’s super excited to open his own Christmas gifts, but in reality it has to do with his son. With Miles turning four, this year we’re sure he’s a little more into the Christmas spirit than prior years. Jay’s excited for his baby’s excitement which is too cute. Still, it’s six o’clock in the morning. And as much as our son takes after his father, he hates being woken up just like his mother. 

“Give us an hour,” I try to appeal, kissing his skin.

 “Okay,” he sighs, relenting. His arms tighten around me, pulling me flush against his body. It’s not like I can go back to sleep with his antsy moving and Christmas lights blinding me, instead I try to enjoy the first hours of Christmas with him. The Holiday’s are always stressful. With him trying to squeeze as many shows as possible before the new year and me trying to get everything at home situated with enough Christmas spirit as he likes, it always feels like a race against time. This year had Jay even more stressed out. He wanted everything to be perfect for Miles.

 “The sooner we open gifts, the sooner you can go back to sleep,” He bargains.

 I take the bait knowing that he’s going to keep at it until I finally agree to get up anyway. Sighing I reach up to playfully tug at his ear. “You’re waking him up,”

“He hates when I wake him up,” Jay protests.

 “Well it’s your call because he’s worse than I am in the morning,”

Miles was always a good baby. He’d slept through the night early, never went through a toddler tantrum phase, and when he plays he’s extremely aware of his surroundings. But wake him up before he’s ready to get up, and it’s like he turns into a demon child. I get it. I’m the same way, but it’s a little inconvenient sometimes. Today, at six in the morning, Jay deserves what ever fury rains down on him.  

Jay leaves first, making his way into Mile’s room. I sit up too, reaching for the T-shirt and shorts I’d slung over the headboard last night. I’m just pulling my shorts on and slipping my feet into slippers when Jay comes back in with our sleep son in his arms. Miles is a small four year old. With his arms wrapped tightly around his fathers neck, and his legs around his waist; he looks like my baby again. Not the hyperactive independent kid he’s growing to be. I peak over Jay’s shoulder, seeing Mikes still has his eyes squeezed shut tightly, resisting any hint of awareness until the very last moment. His dark hair curls around his ears and falls over his forehead. When he sees me peeking at him, he presses his face into Jay’s neck and sighs.

 “You’re both extremely overdramatic,” Jay tells me.

 I laugh as I follow them out to the living room. Jay sets Miles on the floor and pulls out a box for him. “It’s present time,” he tries to appeal to his son with shiny wrapping paper. Miles finally bites and starts opening his gifts, eventually betraying me and not caring that the sun isn’t even up yet. Mama’s boy my ass. When he’s opened all of his smaller things, Jay pulls out the bigger box from the closet. Miles’s eyes light up cutely as he sees the miniature version of his dad’s car. I watch the two of them fawn over the toy as a round of nerves hits my stomach. Jay and I don’t really do Christmas gifts. We both want for nothing and usually just give each other what we want when we feel like it through out the year. It leaves coming up with something every year out, and lets us focus on Miles and work. 

This year, I’d prepared something. When Jay sits on the sofa and watches our son play with his toys, it feels like a good time. I reach under the tree and pull out the tiny box I’d wrapped a week ago now. Jay frowns as I hand him the gift, understandably confused.

“What’s this?”

“Just open it,” I say, prodding his knee with my elbow. I pull my lip between my teeth as I watch him remove the lid and pull out the tiny black and white picture. He holds it in his fingers, staring at every detail before his dark eyes flick down to me. 

“You’re kidding?” He says breathlessly. I can see him doing the pointless math in his head. When people have as much sex as we do, multiple mistakes happen. With us, it’s almost inevitable. The only reason I was able to pinpoint the when was after I’d gotten the ultrasound. 

“Not a joke, baby,” I say softly.

 “When?” Jay scratches at the back of his head, looking more confused.

 “You don’t remember how much you loved my Halloween costume?” I raise my eyebrows at him hoping I don’t have to jog his memory beyond that.

 “You’re kidding?” He repeats looking down at the box in his lap. My stomach rolls again with nerves. I can’t read him. It’s hard to gauge if he’s happy about the news or not. His eyes go to my belly, which is just barely showing. I’ve always had more of a naturally full figure, it would be easy to miss that there was a little bean in my stomach.

 “I thought I was just feeding you well for the last few weeks,” he says seriously.

 “You haven’t been home for the last few weeks,” I point out. “I’m pregnant, Jay,” I place my hand on my stomach tenderly, moving to sit beside him on the sofa. 

When our son was born we were prepared. We’d done it the way we wanted. We got married, spent two years with him on the road and me joining him whenever I could. Then, once we saw everything we wanted to see with just the two of us, when we’d started longing for a little one, we’d made the decision to have a baby. This one, the one that’s in my stomach, has no clue just how unplanned they are. The dichotomy is ridiculous. I’ve never known Jay to not have a plan. A new baby would be just the thing to throw him off. I can see his jaw ticking, not in anger, as he reworks the next year in his head. Jay isn’t the type to let me sit at home and do this on my own. 

“Are you happy?” I whisper, running my thumb over his high cheekbone.

 I’ve been nervous for a week now. Nervous to tell him that I thought I was pregnant, then nervous  to to tell him that I went to the doctor without him.  Finally, he reaches out for my hand. He pulls me onto his lap. His palm lays flat against my stomach, smoothing under the fabric of my T-shirt. When his skin touches mine, I finally relax. Of course, everything is ok. This is Jay. He’s got me, no matter what surprises pop up. 

“Can I be honest?” He says looking up at me. When I nod, his face cracks into a wide smile. “I wanted a new baby really badly,”

I look down at our son who has neglected his toys and put his head on the floor and is doing a dangerously looking b-boy spin surrounded by ripped wrapping paper. He’s his father’s child.

 “You think you can handle two of him? He’s more hyperactive than you are,”Jay smiles down at him. 

Suddenly, he lifts me up off his lap and smoothly transitions us both to sitting on the floor. “I think,” he starts, reaching out to playfully push the baby over which starts a war with our defensive and always ready to fight son. 

“I think, that me and you are meant to have as many kids as we can. As long as you’re comfortable with having them, I’ll always want more,”

My heart beats faster. I never had any doubt that we’d be ok. Maybe at this moment we aren’t mentally ready to have another baby, but with Jay’s fingers gentle tapping against my skin as he looks over at our son, it’s hard not to feel a spark of excitement in my chest. And he’s right. I feel it. Him and I are meant to expand our family as far and wide as we can. Suddenly Miles sits up, his head swaying clumsily like he’s dizzy from all the spinning. 

“Mommy, why did we get up so early. I’m still tired,” his tiny pink lips pout and he looks just like his father. 

Jay scoffs. “You guys would sleep the day away if I let you,”

I nudge him with my elbow, “Hey, I have pregnancy fatigue,”

“Is that your excuse, Y/n? So you’ve just had pregnancy fatigue for the duration of our whole relationship-,”

“Don’t attack me,” I smile, leaning in to press my lips against his. He kisses me back, holding my mouth against his with a hand on my chin. When he pulls back, he leans his forehead against mine. His lips pucker and touch my nose and forehead and cheek before he leans back against me. 

“Thank you for my Christmas gift,” he whispers. “I’m really fucking happy,”

“What do you think they are?” I ask him with a smirk.

 I’d asked him the same question four years ago when I told him I was pregnant with Miles. I knew I was having a boy. From the moment that I’d known I was pregnant, I knew that it was Miles. Jay on the other hand had been going back and forth before finally giving up on making a decision until the day Miles was born.

 “I think a girl,” he answers finally. 

“You sure?” I say looking down at my belly. 

He nods seriously. 

“I want her to look just like you, from your eyes to your smile. I think she’s going to be perfect,”

I look over at our perfect little boy who is bumping into the unlit fire place with his mini Bentley. He backs up a bit before lurching forward right into the edge of the marble. 

If it’s a child of Jay’s there’s no way that our baby can’t be absolutely flawless. 

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「a music video a week」 — afternoon by jay park, golden, ph-1