#Jeon Jae-Joon

[vanilladollette]

Hey girl wassup, can you write about sweet female reader, with (all the characters if that's okay for u, if no, then jae Joon)

Female reader who is friends with Dong Eun and she had no idea that burns were from the bullies, and didn't know that jae Joon was apart of the incident, and when Dong exposes jae Joon, female reader goes from sweet to cold towards Jae Joon and breaks up with him, and lends him to be yandere.

(ALSO GIRL I WANNA SAY THAT I LOVE YOUR THE GLORY X READER ON, WATTPAD ♡ )

The Sweetest Poison

Pairing: Yandere Jeon Jae-Joon x Fem! Sweet Reader

Word count: 1.75k

Summary:After learning you left him upon discovering his past as your best friend's bully, Jae-Joon's heartbreak twists into a dangerous obsession.

Warnings: Bullying, Burns, toxic, violent behavior, cursing

A/n: I'm glad that you like Beneath The Surface!!! This took me awhile to write but thank you for being patient with me. Anyways, I hope you like this!

You couldn’t believe it, even as you replayed her words in your head. The signs were all there, and yet somehow, you’d missed them. How could you have missed something like that?

When Moon Dong-eun, your friend from high school, had contacted you, you were thrilled. It had been years since you’d last seen her. Her message had been brief, almost cryptic, saying she needed to talk about something important in person. Curious and eager, you’d agreed to meet her at a quiet café downtown.

As you approached the agreed-upon spot, you saw her sitting alone at a corner table. Dong-eun looked different but not unrecognizable. Her posture was composed, her expression serene yet distant, like someone who had seen too much and learned to mask it well. You felt a pang of nostalgia as memories of the once cheerful, soft-spoken girl from high school resurfaced.

“Dong-eun!” you greeted warmly, sliding into the seat across from her. “It’s been so long. How are you?”

Her smile was faint but sincere. “Hello, y/n. It’s good to see you.” Her voice had a weight to it, as though each word carried unspoken emotions.

The two of you exchanged pleasantries. You told her how you’d thought about her over the years, wondering where she’d gone and what had happened after she left school. You mentioned how devastated you were when you found her house empty, with no way to contact her.

“I’ve been well,” she said, her tone polite but guarded. “After leaving school, I went to college to study education. I’m a teacher now.”

“Wow, that’s wonderful!” you exclaimed, genuinely impressed. “I wouldn’t have guessed you wanted to be a teacher back then.”

“What about you?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “How have you been?”

You gave a small laugh. “Oh, nothing as exciting as becoming a teacher, that’s for sure. Just working and… you know, living life.”

As the conversation lingered, you couldn’t help but feel there was something unsaid, something heavier lurking beneath her calm demeanor. Finally, you decided to ask.

“Anyway,” you began, leaning forward slightly, “what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

Dong-eun hesitated, her fingers curling around the edge of her cup. Her gaze flickered downward for a moment, and when she spoke, her voice was soft but deliberate.

“You know,” she said, almost wistfully, “I always wondered how someone as kind as you could be so close to him.”

Her words caught you off guard. Him? You blinked, your head tilting in confusion. “Who are you talking about?”

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, her eyes met yours, searching your face as though gauging your reaction. Finally, she asked, “Do you know why I dropped out of high school?”

You nodded slowly. “You were being bullied. I assumed that was the reason… that you didn’t want to deal with it anymore.”

“Yes,” she confirmed, her voice steady. “But I never told you who my bullies were.”

A chill ran down your spine. Something in her tone made your stomach knot. You stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

She took a deep breath, her fingers now toying with the hem of her sleeve. “One of them was Jae-joon,” she said finally, her words landing like a thunderclap. “He was one of them.”

Your breath caught. Jae-joon? You stared at her, your mind racing. Jae-joon, the same person you’d been close to all these years? The same person you’d trusted, laughed with, maybe even defended? The shock on your face must have been evident, because Dong-eun gave a sad, knowing smile.

“I’m guessing he never told you,” she said, her voice tinged with resignation. “I didn’t think he would. Why would he admit something like that to you?”

You were at a loss for words. Memories of Jae-joon flooded your mind—his easy smile, his charm, the way he always seemed so confident. You couldn’t reconcile the image of him with what Dong-eun was telling you. But then you thought about her, about how she’d suddenly vanished from your life, leaving no trace. And you realized… maybe you’d never really known Jae-joon as well as you thought.

“I’m sorry you had to find out from me,” Dong-eun said, breaking the silence. Her voice was soft but firm, her gaze unwavering.

You shook your head quickly, trying to process everything. “No… I—I needed to know.” Your voice trembled, and you suddenly felt a lump in your throat. “I’m sorry, but I… I have to go.”

Without waiting for her response, you grabbed your bag and stood. Your legs felt unsteady as you walked out of the café, the weight of her revelation pressing down on you like a heavy fog. As you stepped into the cold air, one question echoed in your mind: How had you missed it?

“Y/n, I’m home!” Jae-Joon called out from the entrance of your shared home, his voice echoing through the quiet space. The late hour clung to him like a shadow, exhaustion evident in the way he shrugged off his coat and draped it over the back of a chair.

“Y/n?” he called again, his tone softening slightly when no response came.

He moved through the house, his footsteps muffled on the carpet as he checked the usual places you might be. The kitchen was empty, the living room undisturbed. A flicker of unease settled in his chest as he made his way toward the bedroom.

Pushing the door open slowly, Jae-Joon’s eyes landed on your still figure lying on the bed, your back facing him. Relief warred with apprehension as he stepped closer, his voice low and uncertain.

“Y/n?”

When you didn’t stir, he perched cautiously on the edge of the bed beside you, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. His hand found your hip, a gesture meant to bridge the growing distance he felt between you. For a moment, he said nothing, unsure how to break the silence that had thickened between you lately.

“How was your day?” he finally asked, his voice tentative.

“Fine,” you replied curtly, your tone as cold as the wall you stared at.

Jae-Joon’s shoulders sagged under the weight of your indifference. The silence returned, heavier than before. Sighing, he rose and left the room to prepare for bed, the unspoken words hanging in the air like ghosts.

The next morning, Jae-Joon woke to find the bed empty. He blinked at the sunlight filtering through the curtains, assuming you were already up. The faint clink of dishes guided him to the kitchen, where he found you seated at the table with a bowl of untouched cereal in front of you. Your gaze was fixed on some indiscernible point ahead, your posture rigid.

“Morning,” he greeted, though the lightness in his tone faltered when you didn’t respond. Shrugging it off, he began rummaging through the cabinets for something to eat.

“When were you going to tell me that you gave Dong-eun those burns?”

Your voice cut through the stillness. Jae-Joon froze, his hand hovering over the coffee pot. Slowly, he turned to face you, his expression a mixture of confusion and unease.

“What?” he managed, his voice strained.

“Or were you just hoping I’d never find out?” Your voice trembled, though your eyes remained fixed ahead.

Jae-Joon’s throat tightened. “Who told you? Did Dong-eun tell you?” He approached the table, his movements deliberate.

“Answer my question,” you snapped, finally meeting his gaze. Your red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked cheeks were like a punch to his gut. “Were you ever planning to tell me, Jae-Joon? Or did you think you could hide the fact that you were my best friend’s bully?”

His jaw clenched as anger flared in his eyes, a defense mechanism against the guilt clawing at him. “What did she tell you?” he demanded, his voice rising.

“Why are you so worried about what she said? Is it because it’s true?” you shot back, standing up abruptly.

The two of you locked eyes, the tension crackling between you like a live wire. You didn’t wait for his response. Turning on your heel, you strode toward the bedroom.

Jae-Joon followed close behind, his stomach twisting as he watched you yank a suitcase from the closet and toss it onto the bed. His heart sank further with every article of clothing you packed.

“Wait, what are you doing?” His voice cracked, the panic unmistakable.

“I’m done, Jae-Joon,” you said, your voice rising. “We’re over.” You zipped the suitcase with trembling hands, refusing to look at him.

“Y/n, wait!” He grabbed your wrist as you made for the door, his grip firm but not forceful. “Let’s talk about this. Please.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You wrenched your arm free, your voice breaking.

Jae-Joon stood frozen as you walked out the door, the sound of your suitcase wheels scraping against the floor a bitter reminder of your departure. The silence that followed was deafening.

“FUCK!” The scream tore from his throat as he hurled a lamp across the room, the crash doing little to ease the storm raging inside him.

Grabbing his phone, he scrolled furiously through his messages until he found Dong-eun’s number. His hands shook as he hit the call button, the phone pressed tightly to his ear.

After several rings, her voice came through, calm and composed. “Hello?”

“WHAT DID YOU TELL HER?” he roared, his voice laced with fury.

“Simply the truth,” Dong-eun replied coldly.

“Because of you, Y/n left me!” His voice cracked, the admission spilling out like a wound reopening.

“Did you really think she wouldn’t find out, Jae-Joon?” Dong-eun’s voice was unyielding. “She deserved to know.”

He ended the call abruptly, hurling his phone across the room. Chest heaving, he sank onto the bed, his head in his hands.

Jae-Joon sat on the edge of the bed, his breathing ragged as the room fell silent. His hands shook. You were his—his light, his purpose, his everything.

You leaving wasn’t the end. It couldn’t be. He’d make you see that. He’d make you come back to him, no matter what it took.

A smile—a chilling, empty smile—spread across his face. You weren’t responding now, but that was fine. He didn’t need words. He knew where you were. He’d find you.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost tender. “You’ll understand soon, Y/n. We’re meant to be.”

His heart pounded with renewed determination as he got up, his mind racing with plans. You belonged to him, and nothing would change that.

Nothing.

Taglist: @petersasteria

[paroslineage]

Best Served Cold

Oneshot

Featuring : Jeon Jae-joon x Platonic!Daughter!Reader.

Summary : When Jae-joon receives an unknown mail, he doesnt know what horrifying things lie in the tiny pendrive he received.

TW : ATTEMPTED HARASSMENT, BAD LANGUAGE, EXPLETIVES, MENTIONS OF TORTURE, JAE-JOON COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNINGS, DARK THEMES.

Do not read if you feel uncomfortable with the above terms given.

The characters do not belong to me except the reader. This is an original plot idea do not steal or modify the scenario created down below.

Masterlist.

The kindergarten was hosting its annual photo day, and the atmosphere was light with the sound of giggling children. You, dressed in a pristine navy and white kindergarten uniform, were excited, twirling around as the teacher, Mr. Chu, organized the students into groups. However, there was something unsettling about the way his camera lingered, snapping photos at odd moments when no one else was paying attention.

Mr. Chu's behavior had always been peculiar, but today he seemed especially fixated, taking candid pictures of you and other little girls without any explanation. Unbeknownst to anyone, he stored these photos on a small, encrypted chip for his his own pleasure of viewing.

That evening, Jae-joon returned home after a long day, immediately lighting a cigarette as he stepped into the luxurious living room. When he noticed a small envelope on the coffee table with no sender, his curiosity piqued. He ripped it open to find a tiny chip pendrive inside, along with a letter reading,

'you are her real father, so i thought you should know about this.' - anonymous.

His curiosity rising even more, he took his tablet and inserted the tiny pendrive into the charging cable and took a seat on his lavish couch.

What he saw was horrifying to say the least.

There were minimum 100 inappropriate upskirt photos of countless young innocent girls from the kindergarten, including yours.

His cigarette dropped from his lips and into the glass of whiskey he was drinking along with.

His nose flared in silent rage as he browsed more and eventually stumbled upon a 2 minute video of you, to which he wated no time on clicking.

the video began with you running cutely towards the monkey bars with the camera following your pace.

To which Jae-joon smiled widely at your cute waddling but that quickly turned into a dangerous scowl when the camera panned up into your skirt from below as you climbed clumsily about the monkey bars and heard a deep chuckle from the video's audio.

His knuckles grew white with how tightly he was holding the tablet in his hand wanting to bash that bastard's face into shambles but his eyes softened when the in-video you turned around to wave cutely and happily at the camera and as you were about to get down, unbeknownst to you the camera again panned upskirt and Jae-joon caught a glimpse of your cute bear bloomers.

All he saw was red, as he stood up knocking away the glass of whiskey along with the submurged cigarette onto the glass table top.

Jae-joon seethed, how dare that pathetic excuse of a pervert commit such heinous crime and that too especially with you, his sweet babygirl?

He immediately removed the pendrive and threw it on the floor, enraged and growled mencingly

"Just wait you son of a bitch i'm coming to get you."

As he got into his lavish car speeding down the highway, there was only one motive he had and that was

To beat the absolute shit out of Mr. Chu and disfugure that fucker.

[theladydalek]

Ah, I see, he won’t be able to divorce her because if he does, Jae-joon jerkface will have a case for custody of his daughter. Shit, I wouldn’t divorce her either if there was a chance it would result in subjecting any child to that psycho, much less my child. I would just leave with her, stay married and let dong-eun take care of the rest.

[linusbenjamin]

The Glory (2022) Wardrobe of Jeon Jae-joon

[thisisntmyrightera]

Our Glory - Jeon Jae Joon x Fem Reader

Plot: Jae Joon leave South Korea to avoid being part of a violence scandal and arrives in America to start his life again, finding the love of his life who makes him feel human for the first time. Despite the distance, no matter how much he avoids his reality, the ghost of his past will reach him wherever he is endangering everything he has achieved.

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Violence, Angst, Drama Warning: Themes of school violence, abuse of power, minors being harassed, harsh language.

A/N: The story is inspired by The Glory, however, some time periods have changed as well as situations where the protagonist will be part of changing some original scenes.

I appreciate you reading and being part of this new story, as always I hope to please your readers' hearts.

I'll be back soon.

No one would dare to approach the daughter of the most sought-after heir in all New york, in fact no one would even think of marrying a girl as independent and grown up as you.

Your single status was a myth in the chats of the women of your class, how could such a pretty girl, with so much class, be single, hadn't she found someone at her level? Dozens of boys had asked you out because their parents had forced them to do it, that was what the line was, an heir with an heiress, right? But you decided to shoo each one of them away like flies on fresh flowers, too spoiled, arrogant, lazy, they weren't your type.

That night, the night of the charity gala where all the millionaires seemed to attend only to boast about how much their company had given to charitable causes seemed like just another boring night, with nothing to do but stand next to your parents smiling holding a glass of the most expensive (and disgusting) wine that you barely sipped.

Sir, nice to meet you again - a man with a foreign accent and Asian features approached and shook your father's hand before bowing slightly to your mother and you.

The pleasure is mine Mr. Jeon, It would be nice to meet at the club for breakfast one day. How long will you be in town this time? - your father smiled kindly. Despite his status and large bank account, you could tell and presume that he was a generous man with a good heart, and it always made you feel good to hear that you were just like him.

Fortunately this time we will stay a little longer, we are planning to live in America, I have some business in mind and I have started to build a club in this part of the country, you know, bring a little bit of Korea to America so they can get to know a little bit about us - both men continued chatting, laughing perhaps pretending that one was interested in the other's talk

You just sighed and looked around, your high heels were starting to hurt in your heels, your hand was perhaps already numb from holding the same glass all night

Jae Joon how nice that you came - Mr. Jeon smiled patting his son's back making a gesture of displeasure when he noticed the aroma of cigarettes on his clothes - I want you to meet Mr. Y / L/N he is a great friend and excellent partner in bussiness

A pleasure sir - the man offered his hand shaking it firmly with a smile that made his cheeks become plump giving a tender touch to his face

Jae Joon I have heard a lot about you, it is a pleasure to finally meet you -Your father smiled looking at your mother and then lightly took your arm making you turn your face in a surprised way looking forward- this is Y/N my daughter

Nice to meet you miss - Jae Joon smiled at you slightly tilting his head making you respond with just a shy smile

''Another prospect for the inheritance again'' you thought feeling annoyed and bored of the same dynamic every time your father met the son of a bussines partner

It wasn't very difficult to think about it, you could take care of the business, for some reason you had finished college at the best school in Europe, you had experience and many times you were able to support your father in difficult decisions, what was the problem after all, you didn't need a man to be successful.

When you finally got out of the crowd and the air hit your face you breathed a sigh of relief, it didn't matter that it was cold outside, it was almost the end of November but it was still better than being suffocated between expensive perfumes and the aroma of hundreds of exotic dishes that you hated.

You found the first stone bench on the balcony decorated with plants to sit and rest, the pain in your ankles was a burning sensation that you felt constantly but you were forced to endure to look "elegant"

Are you bored too? - a deep and velvety voice made you come out of your trance while you slowly massaged your ankle

Excuse me? - you looked at him confused

People here are boring just talking about money and business - he sighed bringing a cigarette to her mouth lighting it quickly - you don't mind me smoking, right?

No, I was leaving anyway - you smiled at him kindly standing up to enter the large hall again

You know - his voice made you turn around looking at him not at all curious, just not seeming rude and leaving him talking to himself - I don't know many people around here, I'm new in town and it would be nice, I don't know, to go out someday to get to know each other, after all I'll be around here for a long time

I don't usually work as a tour guide Mr. Jeon, excuse me - you smiled ironically turning around annoyed at getting the same thing again every time someone met you, a boring date proposal

Your answer had frozen him in place, he had never gotten a rejection from any girl, in fact the women in his country fought to get even a little attention from him, this caused him a feeling of rejection that he had never felt, in fact, in these cases his anger would have shot up breaking a couple of plants and damaging the property but as much as he tried to get upset he couldn't find where he had kept that feeling, he simply felt alone and rejected.

With the days you became more and more convinced that you would probably never find an honest man, in your class they didn't exist, they only looked for contacts and last names, it was clear that was why most of them looked for you and to be honest it wasn't something you were looking for, you enjoyed your single life, going out with your friends and doing everything as you wanted without giving explanations to anyone, although sometimes, you couldn't help but feel jealous and lonely seeing how most of them had someone to share with.

Nobody is at your level or maybe you just aren't lucky enough? - Ashley laughed, drinking from her glass with her left hand, showing off her (third) engagement ring

I can have any man I want, but that doesn't mean I'll go to bed with everyone, it's not my style - you smiled at her, drinking, making your other friends laugh

Oh yeah? And who have you wanted? Because we've never met anyone, right? - she smiled mockingly, making your friends erase their smiles, settling down a bit

Danielle was a little smarter, she changed the topic of the conversation to avoid awkwardness among the group, but in your head you couldn't stop thinking about your parents' words.

''I'm getting old, I'd like to see you have a happy life like mine, I'd like to have grandchildren, that's all''

''SaeHyeon has talked to me a lot about his son, he told me that he asked you out and you didn't accept, he seems very interested in you, why don't you give him a chance?''

Maybe… after all, they were right.

So, a couple of weeks later you decided to change your lifestyle and go for what everyone said was "wonderful." Your father was surprised to see you ready in your sportswear to accompany him to the Jeon golf course. He knew you perfectly so he didn't mention anything and just gave you a slight smile so as not to make you uncomfortable with your decision where you clearly weren't interested in talking about business.

The trip was short and when you arrived you were surprised by the architecture so elegant and different from that of your country, very minimalist and clean, the rooms were large, with furniture that combined perfectly and large windows, you could hear your father talking to a partner in the distance but your attention was totally given to the beauty of the place.

After a while and after having breakfast in the large room full of tables and delicious food you were able to go out to see the gardens, the golf carts passed by and every step you took showed you natural places where people showed their skills on the game.

Y/N?…what a surprise to see you here - Jae Joon smiled approaching while a couple of men watched him walk away with worried faces - go do your jobs, I'll see you later - he looked at them pushing them away with his hand making both of them leave almost running - I didn't know you were a member of the club

I'm not, my father came to talk to some members and I decided to accompany him - you smiled a little holding your sports bag with both hands

Don't worry, you can come here whenever you want, I'll tell them to let you in without bothering you with memberships or that paperwork - his smile didn't fade making you find him cute - would you like to come see the place with me?

Sure - you smiled at him again walking beside him with slow steps looking around as he talked about how many golf gardens they had, how many tennis courts and other boring ''rich'' people sports

What do you think? - His gaze was curious, as if looking for proof of you in the newly opened place

It's very nice, I've never seen anything so elegant and beautiful - you smiled looking at the small flower garden that adorned one side of an artificial lake

Do you like flowers? - he ask you curious

Yes, they're pretty, gardenias are my favorites - you looked at him nodding, returning your gaze to the lake where some people were practicing with their canoes

I'll ask them to plant gardenias all around the lake, how about a couple of benches too, so whenever you want to come and smell them you can sit comfortably on them - he smile moving his hands in front of both like designing the new additions to the place

What?…no it's not necessary…

Of course it is, if you're going to come here, I want you to feel at home - his face was so kind and warm that it made you feel a kind of butterflies and weirdness inside you

It wasn't possible that in just a couple of minutes you felt something for someone that you barely knew their name, it wasn't normal for you.

Sir, excuse the interruption, we need your help - a man dressed in a suit with a nervous face looked at him while rubbing his hands nervously on his pants

It seemed that the interruption had made Jae Joon change his face and personality in just a second, his jaw tensed and he rolled his eyes looking at him annoyed

I told you that I hate being interrupted, do I have to solve everything myself? - her hands clenched tightly causing the man to look down in fear

It's okay, you can go don't worry - you smiled at him feeling anxious from the tension of the moment adjusting your sports backpack on your shoulder

I'm sorry I have to go, some people are too stupid to do their own work - the veins in his eyes turned red as if the fury couldn't be contained within his body, he didn't even give you time to respond when both men quickened their pace towards a destination unknown to you.

After all you were relieved, the encounter ended before it became awkward, but you couldn't help but notice that his personality changed with the rest of the people.

That night while you were drying your hair your phone rang on your vanity full of perfumes, your biggest obsession.

''I'm sorry about this morning, would you like to go to dinner? JJ''

His simple message made you smile making you feel strange, did you have feelings for Jae Joon? The best thing would be to answer him, or maybe not? If you did it quickly he would realize that you were very interested, but if you waited a little he would feel that you were not interested at all.

''Of course xx''

The first date was exciting for both of you, you talked for hours about your lives and what you would like for the future, you could feel as if your destiny was destined, fortunately neither of you touched on business topics, it was the first time you went out with a man who didn't brag about how hard his father had worked for him just to spend the money and that made you feel comfortable.

Jae Joon couldn't believe how comfortable he felt with you and how much he enjoyed sharing time by your side, in fact he felt like another person when you were near him, his outbursts of anger and that anger that he always felt inside of him didn't exist, you were the calm that he needed to be happy despite sometimes remembering why he came to America and it made him feel afraid.

Within a few weeks they had already lost count of how many times they had gone out, in fact they never counted the times they saw each other because despite his work he always found a moment to visit you or you took advantage of your free afternoons to go to the club and eat with him even if it was only a couple of hours that they could be together.

It was around April when both of them attended the art gallery of Sara, Jae Joon's friend who thanks to a charitable cause was able to exhibit in America.

You walked around the place taking his arm while you contemplated the colors and shapes of the paintings, they were so different from what you were used to seeing, sometimes, reacting excitedly by the combinations you saw.

Isn't it pretty? I had never imagined seeing flowers colored like that - you smiled excitedly while your arms surrounded his

Yes… it's pretty - Jae Joon sighed looking away

It would look good in a living room with a carpet of that color, maybe combined with several colors, I don't know… what do you think? - you smiled again looking at him only getting him to nod uncomfortably taking the phone from his pocket

Honey give me a minute, it's something urgent - he looked at you embarrassed leaving quickly while leaving you standing in the middle of the exhibition

This time it was you who sighed, maybe you were going a little fast and you made him uncomfortable, maybe he wasn't looking for anything formal and your comments were going too far

Your boyfriend left you alone? - Sara laughed sarcastically approaching

He.. he's not my boyfriend - you smiled shyly taking your bag with both hands nervously

I know, don't worry, it's not your fault or did you make him uncomfortable princess, Jae Joon is colorblind he doesn't distinguish colors - she smiled mockingly leaning on a table while drinking from her glass - didn't he tell you?

He.. he's colorblind? - your heart felt like it had been squeezed and even though you had never done it with the intention of making him uncomfortable, you couldn't help but remember all the times you had mentioned something about colors - I didn't… I didn't know, sorry

I know, he never mentions it, it makes him feel stupid - she sighed playing with her empty glass - when we were in high school, the boys used to make fun of his condition, the poor guy only defended himself when he beat them in the face

I… god I feel so bad.. I… I'm going to see him - you looked at her shyly, fixing your hair nervously

Go honey, rescue your prince charming… or something like that - she laughed drinking the few drops left in the glass, while you hurried your step leaving feeling the fresh air hit your face

A couple of minutes walking through the parking lot was enough when you could find him standing next to a small planter, his head pointing to the sky while he placed drops of a small flower in his eyes boat, the sound of your heels on the pavement made him turn quickly wiping the liquid that ran down his cheeks, possibly what he had placed as lubricant.

Doll I'm sorry… give me a moment - he cleared his throat turning his back to you embarrassed

Jae Joon.. it's okay - you shyly took his arm delicately making him look at you embarrassed - Sara… she already told me… I'm sorry for not paying attention

Sara… - he sighed rolling his eyes tensing his jaw again - that damn…

You don't have to be upset, it's nothing to be ashamed of - you smiled at him adjusting the lock of his hair that the breeze had disarranged covering one of his eyes - your condition doesn't bother me if that's the reason you hadn't told me yet..

His eyes looked at you quickly, his heart skipped a beat feeling something different inside him again.

Jae Joon was the man of your dreams, he was tender and attentive to excess, he remembered every single thing about you as if he had a notebook especially for you in his head, he remembered important dates even the ones you sometimes forgot

During April with the excuse of seeing the city from the top of the Empire State he took you to the top to see the sunset, in reality, he only had eyes for you completely ignoring the sunset and the buildings that adorned the landscape.

Do you know what we came for? - he smiled at you while hugging you from behind resting his chin on your shoulder

We didn't go to see the city right? - you smiled at him, suspecting his intentions

No, I want the whole city to know from here that my girlfriend is the smartest and most beautiful woman on the planet and she's only for me - his face was hidden between the strands of your hair that he was obsessed with the aroma

I'm not your girlfriend Jae Joon… - you laughed trying to look at him making him laugh

Then I'll ask you here so everyone knows you're mine - he laughed kissing your cheek - do you want to be my girlfriend?

Mm.. I should think about it, what do you offer me Mr. Jeon? - you laughed turning a little until you could hug his neck with your arms making him laugh again surrounding your waist

I promise that from today you will live the glory every day we spend together, I can even swear that you are the future Mrs. Jeon and nobody can change that

Then let's live the glory Mr. Jeon..

Part 2

[meadowfics]

blueberry

jeon jae-joon x f!vaper!reader

jae-joon is obsessed with you and the scent of your office

this is a request from @dyingofcookies <3

your office always smelled like blueberry.

jae-joon hated it.. well, maybe he didn’t. maybe he just hated how much he liked it, how it clung to the air, to your clothes, to your lip.. gosh the lips he had spent way too much time staring at, wondering if they’d taste as sweet as they smelled.

you? you were completely unbothered, leaning back in your chair, fingers tapping idly against the desk as you took another slow drag from your vape.

"you know," jae-joon mused, hands shoved into his pockets as he leaned against your office door, "that shit’s gonna kill you one day."

you exhaled, blowing a thin cloud of smoke in his direction without even looking up.

"and yet, here you are, breathing it in anyway. second hand smoking is also a health risk, you know?"

he smirked.

"maybe i just like watching you put things in your mouth."

you rolled your eyes.

"jesus, jae-joon. do you ever stop?"

"not when it comes to you."

that made you pause, finally lifting your gaze to meet his.

he took the opening, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming with something cocky, something dangerous.

"are you stupid?" he asked, voice dropping just slightly.

your brows furrowed.

"excuse me?"

he tilted his head, running his tongue over his teeth before leaning down, close enough that you could smell the faint traces of his cologne.

"i’ve been making advances on you for months," he muttered.

"and you just sit there, acting like you don’t notice."

your lips curled, something sharp playing at the edges of your smirk.

"oh, i noticed," you said, taking another slow pull from your vape before exhaling just past his face.

"i just don’t care."

jae-joon's jaw twitched before he quickly leaned in and kissed you.

it was sudden, impatient, his fingers gripping your jaw as his lips crashed against yours. you should’ve shoved him off. should’ve slapped that smug expression off his face.

you didn’t.

instead, you kissed him back, letting him press you further into your chair as his hands slid down your waist.

all he could taste was the blueberry scent of your vape, sweet and addicting, just like you.

masterlist

[won1eluv]

Heya! I saw that you write about the glory, my new hyperfixation besides squid game lol anyways. I was wondering if you can just write about jae-jun x chubby, curvy female reader headcanon Thank you! ♡

(Smut.. Please 👁👁)

(Hopefully I'm not going too specific here just a little warm up for you, and also please don't rush, always take your time boo ♡)

jae-jun x chubby!reader nsfw headcanons!

a/n: thank you for your request🤍 I hope I wrote something you liked. enjoy reading!

⌕ jae-jun is obsessed with things perfect and you are the perfect example for him.

⌕ he never hesitates to look at your striking features. touching you in public, whispering dirty words in your ear and then looking at your shy face are some of his favorite things to do.

⌕ he loves to watch you try on clothes at his specialty store Siesta. after he makes leave all the employees around you, you can guess what's coming next after a while.

"take off your clothes."

that’s all he commands. he’ll make sure to touch you after he’s gotten his own pleasure as he stares at you hungrily before trying on your outfit. “you feel amazing under my hands… now turn around so I can look at you properly.”

⌕ sometimes he'll just ask you to strip and just going to stare at you. after taking a sip of his drink and looking you up and down, he can't hold himself back anymore.

he's just obsessed with watching you. he likes to observe your movements, look at your facial expressions, think about how your curved body lines feel. as i said, he is obsessed with perfect things and one of those obsessions is you.

⌕ change my mind but this guy is a total 'ass man'. he likes to fuck you doggystyle after the romantic moments you spend in the back of the store.

⌕ if you are sensitive about it he will try to restrain himself but he likes to say harsh dirty words. that's just his nature, we all know what he was like in high school.

⌕ when he is jealous... good luck to that guy in life, and for you, i hope you regain the ability to walk from that day on.

because i don't think he will stop no matter how much you beg.

he likes the redness that comes out after he spanks your ass hard. he will also squeeze your neck in a way that is not too painful but more arousing. he just wants you to know that you belong to him and he will do everything to make you know that.

"if you look into that man's eyes again he won't have any eyes to look at, you understand?"

⌕ yes he's toxic most of the time but after sex he'll tell you how he loves every part of your body and give you little kisses where it hurts. afterwards if he hit your ass too hard he'll offer to give you a little massage (which is basically an excuse for him to touch your ass again but whatever)

[dynaloy]

The Misunderstanding

"You're the love of my life"

❯ summary: Park Sung-Hoon misinterprets a situation involving you and another man, leading to a heated argument. You try to clear the air and maintain a respectful co-parenting relationship but your famous baby daddy has a certain obsession with you.

❯ pairings: Park Sung-Hoon x fem!reader

❯ words: 2.0k

"You can't be serious," Park Sung-Hoon's voice was tight through phone, his eyes narrowed as he studied you across the crowded room. His grip on the champagne flute was so tense, you thought it might shatter.

"I'm not," you replied, trying to keep the frustration out of my own voice. you had been here before, but never in public, never in front of his colleagues. The air had their curious glances and whispers.

"Then why are you with him?" He nodded towards Mark, a producer from your office who had approached for a work-related discussion. Mark's eyes darted between you, sensing the tension but blissfully unaware of its source.

"It's just business," you said calmly, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. "You know Mark. He's just talking shop."

Sung-Hoon's jaw clenched, and he took a step closer. "You know what everyone else sees, don't you?" His words were a low growl, meant only for you. "They see my baby's mother with another man. What kind of message does that send?"

"What message are you talking about?" you shot back, your patience wearing thin. "We're just colleagues discussing a project. Our daughter is the only thing we share, remember?"

The room seemed to close in around you, the hum of conversation fading to background noise. His gaze was intense, searching your face for something, anything that would confirm his fears or allay them.

"I know what I see," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And it's not just about tonight. It's about the way you've been acting lately. The secret phone calls, the late nights at the office."

"What are you implying?" you took a step back. "You can't honestly believe that."

He took a deep breath, visibly struggling to keep his emotions in check. "I don't know what to believe anymore," he admitted, his voice ragged. "But I won't let you take Soo-Min away from me. She's all I have."

The mention of your daughter was like a knife to your heart. "You think I would do that?" you whispered, hurt and disbelief etched on my features.

"I don't know," he said, his eyes searching mine. "But I can't ignore it."

The weight of his words hit you like a ton of bricks. This was more than a simple misunderstanding; it was a culmination of fears and insecurities that had been festering beneath the surface for months. Sung-Hoon's life had changed so much since your fateful encounter. The paparazzi, the adoring fans, the constant scrutiny – it had all taken a toll on him, and it was clear that he was now projecting his own fears onto you.

You looked at Mark, who had tactfully excused himself, sensing the tension. He gave you an apologetic look before retreating to the safety of the crowd. Turning back to Sung-Hoon, you took a deep breath to gather your thoughts. "We need to talk," you said firmly. "But not here."

He followed you outside, the cool evening air a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere inside. You led the way to a quiet spot under the soft glow of a streetlamp. Once out of earshot, you faced him, hands on your hips. "I have never given you a reason to doubt me," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions within. "I have always put Soo-Min first, even when it meant sacrificing my own happiness."

Sung-Hoon looked away, his expression a tumultuous mix of anger, hurt, and regret. "I know," he finally said, his voice a hoarse whisper. "But it's hard when it looks like he is fucking you."

You flinched at his crude words. "What are you talking about?"

He took another step closer, the warmth of his breath mingling with the cool night air. "The way he looks at you," he said, his voice thick with accusation. "The way he touches your arm when he laughs. It's all so… intimate."

You felt a spark of anger ignite in your chest. "You're my biggest regret," you spat out, the words surprising even you with their venom. "The night I let you into my bed was the worst mistake of my life."

Sung-Hoon's expression fell, his handsome features twisting into a grimace of pain. "So you regret Soo-Min too?" His voice cracked, the accusation heavy in the air.

You felt a wave of anger and sadness wash over you. "How could you say that?" you exclaimed, your voice shaking. "Soo-Min is the best thing that ever happened to me, the only thing good to come out of that night!"

Sung-Hoon's eyes searched yours, looking for truth in the words that you had thrown at him. His grip on the champagne flute tightened further, until a single drop of liquid trickled down the stem and onto his hand. "Really?" he asked, his voice strained. "Didn't look like it when you were moaning my name, telling me how good I made you feel, and you even had my baby… "

You slapped him before you could stop yourself. The sound echoed through the quiet night, leaving an uncomfortable silence between you. The sting of your palm on his cheek was a stark reminder of the line that had just been crossed. His eyes widened in shock.

"I regret nothing about Soo-Min," you said through gritted teeth. "But I regret having talked to you and letting you get close to me, letting you come into my house and take advantage of me. I never wanted a relationship with you I was focused on my work, that's why I came to Korea."

Sung-Hoon's eyes searched yours, the accusation hanging in the air. His hand came up to touch the red mark on his cheek, and you could see the realization dawn on his face. "Is that what you think?" he murmured, his voice barely audible. "That I used you?"

You didn't answer, the anger still simmering just beneath the surface. You felt the weight of the last few years, the endless photo shoots, interviews, and scandal articles that had painted you as the villain in his love life. The countless nights you had spent alone, raising your daughter while he basked in the spotlight.

"Look, I don't know what's going on in your head," you said, trying to keep your voice even. "But I can't do this. I can't have you accusing me of things that aren't true, and I won't let you drag Soo-Min into your mess."

Sung-Hoon's gaze softened, and he took a step closer, reaching out to touch your arm. "I know," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry. I just can't help it. You're the love of my life."

You stared at his hand on your arm, feeling a tornado of emotions whirl within you. "Don't say that," you pleaded, your voice trembling. "You can't keep putting this on me. I have a life too, and I can't live in the shadow of your obsession."

Sung-Hoon's hand fell away, and he took a step back, looking at you with a mix of confusion and desperation.

"I'm not obsessed," he said, his voice low and defensive. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one with shaky hands. The flame from the lighter cast an orange glow across his furrowed brow as he took a deep drag, passing his free hand through his hair in agitation. The smoke curled around him like a shroud, obscuring his features for a brief moment before dissipating into the night. "I just want to be with you."

You watched him, the anger in his eyes mirrored in the fiery tip of his cigarette. "We had an agreement," you reminded him, your voice firm. "For Soo-Min's sake, we'd keep our personal feelings separate. You're breaking that."

Sung Hoon took a long drag, the end of the cigarette glowing brightly before he exhaled a plume of smoke into the night. "I know," he said, his voice thick with regret. "But every time I see you with someone else, it feels like you're slipping away from me."

You sighed, the weight of his words settling heavily in your chest. "You know that's not true," you said softly. "I'm not with anyone. I'm just trying to live my life, to give Soo-Min the best I can."

Sung Hoon's gaze didn't leave yours, the embers of his cigarette burning a small, fiery hole in the quiet night. "But what if I want to be the one to give her the best?" he asked, his voice cracking. "What if I want to be more than just a father who sends child support?"

You felt the sting of his words, the accusation in them hitting a nerve. "You know that's not fair," you replied, your voice firm but laced with sadness. "We agreed on this for a reason. You have your career, and I have mine."

Sung Hoon took a deep breath, the cigarette trembling slightly between his fingers. "I know," he said, his voice filled with regret. "But sometimes I just can't help but wish things were different." He took a step closer, the warmth of his body reaching you despite the cool evening air. "Do you ever think about us?"

You felt a lump form in your throat, the memories of your brief but intense romance rushing to the surface. "Of course I do," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "But we can't change the past. We have to focus on Soo-Min."

His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, you saw the raw vulnerability that had drawn you to him all those years ago. "I know," he said, taking one last drag from his cigarette before flicking it away.

You felt the weight of his gaze, the unspoken words hanging in the air between you. You knew he was right; you had to focus on Soo-Min. But it was hard when the man you had once loved was standing so close, his presence a potent reminder of the passion that had once consumed you both.

"Let's go back inside," you said, your voice firm but gentle. "We can talk more about this when we're not at an event."

Sung Hoon nodded, his gaze still locked on yours, and you felt a pang of regret for the accusations that had flown. He looked so lost, so hurt, and you knew that this was not the man you had fallen for, but a man who had been consumed by his fears and the weight of his fame.

You turned on your heel and began walking back to the event, the sound of your heels clicking against the pavement echoing in the stillness. As you approached the entrance, you called for your driver, your heart racing. You needed space, to think and breathe without the suffocating pressure of his accusations.

As the car pulled away from the curb, you couldn't help but glance back at him. He was still standing under the streetlamp, staring after you with a mix of anger and despair. You knew that look; it was the same one he had worn the night you had told him you were pregnant. The same look he had when he had realized that his world was about to be forever changed.

Sung Hoon saw you going and called one of his bitches just to realease a quick nut and then he pretended to be busy with work for the rest of the night. He had to deal with his emotions alone, the crowd inside was no match for the storm he was feeling.

The ride home was a blur of lights and sounds that you barely registered. You were lost in thought, replaying the conversation in your mind, searching for a way to mend the rift that had opened between you. When you arrived, you found Soo-Min fast asleep, her small form nestled under her blanket, her face serene in the moonlight filtering through the window. the babysitter gave you a knowing look as she handed over the house keys. She had seen the news, the whispers, and the glares at events.

You knew that the situation had to change, for her sake if nothing else. You couldn't keep letting Sung-Hoon's insecurities affect your relationship, especially when it came to Soo-Min.

I'm thinking about making a sequel, maybe a part 2, would you like it?

[princerxven]

Mhhhh anyways good morning

[danceronherown]

Can we all agree with each other that we want to get respectfully fucked by him

[jetaimeeee]

The glory and squid games if it was peak

[vanilladollette]

More of jae-jun pls! 🥹🤍

Silent Confessions

Pairing: Jeon Jae-Joon x reader

Summary: Jeon Jae-Joon, who secretly had a crush on you in high school, sees you years later in his store, only to learn you're now engaged. Heartbroken but hiding his feelings, he regrets never confessing his love as you leave, realizing it’s too late now.

A/n: Jae-Joon may have been too ooc. I don't know. I didn't occur to me if you wanted headcanons or not but here is more Jae-Joon.

If someone had ask Jae-joon if he has any regrets, he'll say no but deep down, he does. One. It was him not confessing his feelings for you. He had fallen in love with you back in High school. He was madly in love with you. However, he never confessed his feelings for you. Not once. He never knew why he didn't confess his feelings for you. Maybe he felt you deserved better or feared you would turn him down.

Whatever the reason it was, Jae-Joon didn't confess to you. It was the only regret he had. The only regret that ate him up at night.

Jae-joon told himself that if he ever got the chance to see you one more time, he would confess his feelings for you.

It was until one day, Jae-Joon sees a familiar figure walked through the door of his store. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized you immediately.

You had changed in subtle ways—your hair was a little longer, your style more polished—but your presence still held the same warmth that had once captivated him. His breath caught in his throat as he watched you browse through the store, his mind racing with memories of the days when he had admired you from afar in high school.

Jae-joon watched you as you moved through the store, his heart heavy with emotions he’d buried long ago. He couldn’t help but notice the changes—the way you carried yourself with a quiet confidence, the soft smile that still seemed to reach your eyes, and the faint glow of happiness surrounding you. Despite the years that had passed, you were still the person he had secretly fallen for in high school, and now, here you were, standing in front of him again.

He cleared his throat, trying to steady himself. It was hard to think clearly with the rush of feelings flooding his mind. Gathering all the courage he could muster, he took a few steps forward and greeted you, his voice betraying just a hint of nervousness. "Hey, it's been a long time."

You turned toward him with a smile, your eyes lighting up with recognition. "Jae-joon!" you said warmly, the sound of your voice like a familiar melody to him. "Wow, I didn’t expect to run into you here. How’ve you been?"

He managed a small smile, though it felt forced. "Good, good. Been keeping busy," he replied, unsure of what to say next. The words he had rehearsed in his mind for so long—everything he had wanted to confess to you—felt distant now.

You started to chat, casually catching up as if no time had passed, but Jae-joon couldn’t focus on the words. All he could think about was how he had never told you what had been in his heart all those years ago. It hurt to hear the easy, light conversation knowing that you were no longer the person he could claim as his own, that you had moved on to someone else.

Then, as you paused in your conversation, you did something that nearly broke him. You lifted your hand, revealing the engagement ring on your finger. His gaze immediately shifted to it, and his heart sank.

"Oh, wow," Jae-joon managed, his voice suddenly distant, though he tried his best to mask the hurt. "I didn’t know you were engaged."

You smiled brightly, a soft, contented look on your face. "Yeah, I’m really happy. It’s been a long journey, but I’ve found someone I want to spend my life with."

The words stung, but he nodded, forcing a smile. "Congratulations. I’m really happy for you," he said, his voice betraying none of the turmoil he felt inside. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you how he still felt, how much he regretted never confessing, how much he wished things had turned out differently.

You chatted for a little longer, but it felt like an eternity to Jae-joon. Every word, every glance from you reminded him of the silent love he had kept hidden for so long. And with every passing moment, the reality that it was too late hit him harder.

"I should get going," you said after a while, breaking him from his thoughts. "I’m meeting my fiancé soon. It was so nice seeing you again, Jae-joon."

You waved and turned to leave, and Jae-joon stood frozen for a moment, watching you walk away. The sound of the door’s bell as you left the store echoed in his ears, leaving a painful silence behind.

In that moment, all the regret he had kept locked inside came rushing back. He should have told you. He should have confessed. But now, it was too late. You were gone, and so were his chances. All he had left were the ghosts of the what-ifs that would never be answered.

As he stood there, the empty store around him seemed to echo the one regret that had haunted him all these years. It was a regret that would never fade, no matter how much time passed. He had missed his chance, and now you were someone else’s.

[biryuart]

Girls, I've arranged a drama marathon with Park Sung-hoon 💅💅💅

[petersasteria]

Little Matchmakers - Park Sung-hoon

Pairing: Teacher!Park Sung-hoon x Teacher!Reader Summary: AU in which both of you are teachers to little kids who happen to be really good matchmakers

A/N: Not many people write abt him and he's such a great actor! so, here's my first PSH fic <3 big thanks to @thisisntmyrightera for inspiring me!!

Running around, combing someone's hair, and packing yourself some extra snacks isn't what you expected when you became a teacher. It was tiring (and difficult) to teach little ones who are only learning how to be... well-functioning humans, but you were immensely grateful that you'd be a part of shaping who they are.

You absolutely adored children and being a pediatrician didn't pique your interest as much as being a teacher. You couldn't bare sharing bad news, especially if you were a doctor. So, being a teacher made sense to you.

You loved the school you were working at and you loved your co-workers. It's a very pleasant place to start your career. As for your personal life, you didn't feel the need to have a relationship because you were too immersed in your work to care about going on dates.

However, your little ones had other ideas. It didn't take long for you to catch on to what they're doing. It all started when you had a family emergency and asked the other teacher, Park Sung-hoon, to watch your class for a while.

Thankfully, he said yes and went in your classroom right after you left.

"Where's Ms. Y/N going?" one student asked.

"Oh, she had to go out for a while, but she'll be back in an hour or so." Sung-hoon smiled as he took a seat on your chair. Before you left, you told him that it was arts & crafts time and you'll be back by recess. "Ms. Y/N will be back at recess to join you." He said sweetly.

One of your students, Jae, raised his hand. Sung-hoon smiled and motioned for him to speak. "Yes?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Jae asked with an innocent look on his face.

Sung-hoon chuckled at the question and shook his head. "No, I don't. I don't have time for a girlfriend because I'm too busy with work."

"But do you want to have a girlfriend?" Jae asked.

"Sure, why not?" Sung-hoon smiled before standing up to walk around and look at their artworks.

Jae looked at his friends whom he shared a table with and whispered, "Ms. Y/N doesn't have a boyfriend."

"Yeah, and he doesn't have a girlfriend. Maybe they could be together." Hana said in a hushed voice and everyone agreed.

During recess, all your kids gathered in one spot to discuss their little plan and by the time you got back, they all dispersed in the playground.

After that, your kids did everything they could to get you and Mr. Sung-hoon together. They even made sure you and him sat next to each other at the school's foundation day event.

After weeks of your kids trying, you began to understand what they were doing. You were at the grocery store when you realized this and you smiled to yourself thinking about how your kids came up with their crazy plan. Your wondering stopped when your cart bumped into someone else's cart. You looked up and saw Sung-hoon.

He laughed and looked around, causing you to do the same. "Your kids didn't set you up to do grocery shopping too, right?" He joked.

You laughed. "No, they didn't. Thank god you noticed it too! This is so insane."

"Right? It's crazy what kids can come up with." Sung-hoon shook his head, chuckling.

"That's true."

"Hey, do you want to get some coffee later? I mean, if you're free... later.... after doing groceries." Sung-hoon cleared his throat.

"Oh, sure! I mean, we can accompany each other now, then we can pay, and we can go to the coffee shop nearby." You suggested.

"That sounds like a plan!" He grinned and motioned for you to walk first. Maybe your kids' plan wasn't such a bad idea after all.

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A/N: lmao sorry if it sucked

[linusbenjamin]

The Glory (2022) "Episode 7" Created by Kim Eun-sook

[thisisntmyrightera]

Our Glory - Jeon Jae Joon x Fem Reader pt2

Plot: Jae Joon leave South Korea to avoid being part of a violence scandal and arrives in America to start his life again, finding the love of his life who makes him feel human for the first time. Despite the distance, no matter how much he avoids his reality, the ghost of his past will reach him wherever he is endangering everything he has achieved.

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Violence, Angst, Drama Warning: Themes of school violence, abuse of power, minors being harassed, harsh language.

A/N: The story is inspired by The Glory, however, some time periods have changed as well as situations where the protagonist will be part of changing some original scenes.

I appreciate you reading and being part of this new story, as always I hope to please your readers' hearts.

I'll be back soon.

Jae Joon seemed to lose his personality every time you came and your oxygen mixed with his, your simple presence was a sign of salvation for his employees because they knew that he would stop his rude and violent attitude.

It wasn't that he pretended to be nice, he was just so stupidly in love that he even forgot who he was.

You're a son of a bitch, you're useless, do I have to do everything myself? Huh? - Jae Joon pushed his guard making him crash into a wall while the man just looked down in shame

Babe? - your voice made his jaw relax as he turned around hastily worried that you might have seen that scene

Baby, what are you doing here? - his smile formed wide as he hugged you by the waist lifting you a little in the air - how is my favorite girl doing?

I passed by here and came to visit you - you smiled hugging him by the neck kissing his lips leaving a light trace of your lip gloss on them

You arrived just in time, I was starting to miss you - he smiled carefully lowering you adjusting your blouse - are you staying to eat with me?

I don't think so, I have an appointment with the florist and then I'll go pick out the veil for my wedding dress - you smiled at him wiping the lipstick off his lips

You'll be the most beautiful bride of all - he kissed your cheek making you laugh like a teenager in love, both feeling for a moment that nothing around you existed

Both of you seemed to have no notion of time and wanted to rush everything, by then a huge ring adorned your left hand, it was beautiful and exotic very different from the generic rings that your friends boasted.

It shine with every ray of sunlight that hit the perfect shaped stone, always being the topic of conversation at the meetings where now you no longer accompanied your parents as part of the Y/L/N family but instead you presented yourself on Jae Joon's arm as the future Mrs. Jeon, causing annoyance to the dozens of people who once approached your family hoping to create a bond and you rejected their annoying sons.

Life was perfect, while you chose the ideal flowers for the wedding and tried the desserts that would be served at the reception you forgot that you ever doubted that this moment would come, everything was happiness.

Maybe we can take some of the fabric from here and adjust it - you looked at the dressmaker through the mirror while you touched your waist detailing the last adjustments of your wedding dress

I understand, how do you like the train of the dress? - she smiled at you placing a couple of pins in the leftover fabric - would you like it to be a little longer?

No, I think it's fine, I wouldn't want to trip walking down the aisle - you laughed looking at the back of your dress

You'll be a beautiful bride, your fiance must be very lucky to have you - she smiled at you adjusting the veil looking at you with adoration

I think so - you smiled looking at her feeling your phone vibrate, lately Jae Joon had become very insistent in his messages, sending you loving texts and images of every movement he made

I'll go get the other veil for you to try on - the dressmaker smiled leaving giving you your space while you unlocked your phone looking at the message from an unknown phone

''Will you be a very happy bride?''

With this message, it would be the third one you received in the last month, all coming from an unknown phone, always different and with a foreign area code

Miss, is everything okay? - The young girl looked at you worriedly, bringing you out of your thoughts, smiling at her as you locked your phone again to go with her to the center of the room.

Yes, excuse me - you sighed nervously, looking at her, trying to make it seem like everything was okay - please show me the other veil.

Of course, this one will be for the reception, it's shorter and has a more subtle fall - the girl explained to you while your head spun, thinking a thousand things at once.

Trying to remember if you had done something to bother someone to receive that kind of subtly annoying messages that worried you.

That night you felt like you wanted to tell Jae Joon everything, it wasn't like everything you told him wasn't enough already, but sometimes you decided to keep certain things to yourself to avoid him getting upset, not exactly with you but with others and causing an annoying situation.

Like the time you told him that the Peterson's son kept sending you messages to go out with him again (even though you had made it clear to him almost a year ago that you wasn't interested) and he didn't take long to show up at his company offices making a fuss so he would stop bothering you, a split lip was the least you think he could give him.

After dinner and making sure that the people who helped him at home went to rest (something you implemented since you came to live in his apartment) you both agreed that it was a good idea to rest in the Jacuzzi, something you had taken as a habit to relax and talk about their day.

Sometimes you didn't even say a single word, you just relaxed with each other's presence, but he wasn't stupid, he noticed every change in you and he could tell that you weren't completely calm

Is something wrong? - he murmured, arranging your hair to the side of your neck, feeling your bare back better against his chest

Yes, just… I'm a little tired - you sighed without opening your eyes, making yourself better comfortable near him

How about I skip work tomorrow and go with you to see the wedding pending? - he smiled when he saw you barely nod - anyway, I wanted to ask you to go with me to see the last details of our house, I would like the new decoration to be how you like it and I need your opinion

Yes, that's okay - you smiled barely, snuggling into his chest with a thousand ideas running through your head - Can I… tell you something?

Whatever you want… -

But do you promise not to get mad? - you looked at him barely blinking at something he found adorable

How could I be mad at you? Don't ever think that love, look at me - his arms took your waist moving you like a weightless piece on his legs making you look at him head on - don't ever think that something about you bothers me, it doesn't matter that I'll always listen to you, do you understand?

Yes it is… I just don't want you to be upset you know with… someone else..- you looked at him shyly sighing nervously

Someone else? - his gaze darkened tensing his jaw- who did something to you?

No… it's not something like… someone did something to me… it's just that..- you sighed again looking at your hands between the bubbles in the bathtub- for… a couple of weeks I've been receiving messages…

messages?… are they from that bastard Peterson? -

No…no it's not him…I don't really know who it is actually…it's just that they are strange messages, like…I don't know, like asking me things, I haven't even answered, in fact I blocked the first number and then I received another one and…that's what it's been happening..-

Show me those messages - he sighed deeply massaging the bridge of his nose while you took your phone and showed him the series of messages

''You are the light in his darkness, it would be a shame if he was blinded and forgot his reality''

''Are you funny? It will help when you see him cry''

''Will you be a happy bride?''

These sons of bitches - he sighed again holding all the air in his lungs in a scream of frustration throwing your phone against the wall making it break into a thousand pieces, realizing his mistake when he saw you jump scared looking at him with fear - I'm sorry babe - he hugged you quickly making you feel confused - you don't have to worry, I'll change your phone number and we'll only give it to the really important people okay? No one else, I don't want these bastards to keep bothering you

A thousand names ran through his head, maybe one of your ex dates, Yeo-Jin even the starving Hye-Jeon, whoever it was he wasn't going to let them ruin his perfect life by your side.

Absolutely nothing could go wrong and if it did, he would fix it for you.

His eyes kept moving around the place where the reception was going to take place, an exclusive and elegant garden with a view of the city as you both liked, he could listen to you talk and talk without letting go of your hand.

I would like there to be hundreds of gardenias on the tables, for the whole place to smell like flowers - you smiled looking at the options to decorate the guests' tables making the organizer look at you smiling somewhat distrustful of your choice

Gardenias are a bit expensive, could I recommend some other flower or style to decorate the tables - he smiled confident of his comments writing in his notebook

Hey.. - Jae joon looked at him without missing a detail with his predatory eyes - if my wife wants hundreds of flowers you will get them, do you understand?

Yes, it's just an opinion…

We don't need your opinion, you're going to do what she wants and that's it - he looked him up and down smiling mockingly rolling his eyes annoyed by nosy people

Sometimes, even though you didn't share his dominant character, seeing him have that kind of reaction made you feel good, his possessive and jealous attitude was most of the time a compliment for you even though you felt bad about it afterwards but ''That's how men are'' your mother always repeated to you when you told her how Jae Joon acted on certain occasions.

After all, that's love, isn't it?

That's what you always told yourself to make yourself feel better after every outburst of anger your husband had, never against you, always against those who contradicted you or questioned your ideas or his, a bad habit that you normalized over time.

On your wedding day, it was like a fairy tale written in reality, your mother helped you put on your expensive designer dress, your long veil for the altar and your hands adorned with your expensive engagement ring.

On the way to the altar you could notice familiar faces and others not so familiar, Sara was one of them, smiling like crazy (drugged) watching your pretty dress float down the aisle.

Yeo-Jin couldn't control her jealousy and envy as she watched how you broke all her expectations, being a beautiful and elegant bride making her feel insecure and tiny comparing you to her on her wedding day, how was that bastard's wife going to beat her? It was unforgivable for her.

Hye-Jeong hated you, just that, she hated you, you had stolen Jae Joon's heart without putting in the effort she had tried for years, she felt inferior and humiliated in the dress Sara had give to her to attend your wedding, feeling nauseous every time you and Jae Joon smiled at each other wishing she was the one in your place.

You are the most beautiful daughter I could win Y/N - Mr. Jeon, now your father-in-law smiled at you hugging you just after finishing the ceremony - you did a great job Jae Joon, you have a beautiful woman, now please do not take long to give me grandchildren

Dad..shut up - Jae Joon looked at him disgusted feeling a little embarrassed while you smiled blushing a little

Congratulations Joon - Yeo-Jin smiled holding her cigarette followed by the two girls with mixed emotions- it was a beautiful wedding

Love, this is Yeo-Jin an old friend, Hye-Jeong and Sara, you already know her - Jae Joon looked at them a little defiantly knowing how to interpret the attitudes of each one with his years of experience knowing them

A pleasure - you smiled a little cleverly looking at them, receiving a hypocritical smile from Yeo-Jin and a pale and emotionless face from Hye-Jeong - Jae Joon has told me a little about You

Really? What an honor, I hope it's just new things - Yeo-Jin laughed smoking a little more making you feel strange for his sarcastic answers

If you don't mind - Your now husband noticed it, holding your hand smiling kindly - we have to go

This time, you smile (hypocritical) as you passed by her made two of the three girls look at you with hatred while Sara said goodbye waving her hand excitedly out of this planet

Wow, she's so cute, like a princess - Sara smiled lost in your dress receiving a blow from Yeo-Jin making her react annoyed while rubbing her arm - what's wrong with you bitch?

Shut your mouth you damn drug addict - Hye-Jeong looked at her annoyed

The rest of the night none of the three girls could believe what they saw when they saw how Jae Joon behaved next to you, it seemed like he was another person, his loving attitude and dedication to make you happy in the least had them surprised.

Look at him - Hye-Jeong sighed leaning on her hand watching how you took a piece of cake with a fork and brought it to Jae Joon's mouth making him eat while both laughed in love - if any of us had done that, he would have taken that fork and stuck it in our eye, he's a bastard

He's a bastard because you're jealous - Sara laughed drinking from her glass - accept it you poor, starving girl, he would never have noticed you, you're poor, ugly and have no sense of fashion, look at her, she's a foreigner with nice tits and the most expensive bags you can imagine, she's a lucky bitch.

You can shut your mouths - Yeo-Jin looked at them annoyed rolling her eyes- she's just a bitch, if she knew everything that son of a bitch did and why he fled the country in such a hurry I assure you that she wouldn't even have noticed him, she's too pure for that problematic bastard

Well there's nothing we can do now, is he already a tied man or not Hye-Jeon? - Sara laughed mockingly smoking making the short-haired woman look at her annoyed crossing her arms

We'll see how long their love story lasts, when she knows who Jeon Jae Joon really is she'll send him to hell..-