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luumiinaa · 2 months ago

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“It should be forbidden how oblivious you both are” —them the entire fic, like damn, the pining is crazy 🙂‍↔️

hi! so first of all i love your writing, especially all the demigod series ones. secondly, i was wondering if you’d write something for son of aphrodite! jaehyun and a daughter of (god/goddess) reader? i understand if you don’t want to/can’t! thank you so much 😊😊

of sunrise and roses — JJH

as a son of aphrodite, jaehyun should be falling in love every day. passing fancies, one-night-stands, he could have it all. despite that, all he wants and all he ever wanted is you, with your sweet smile and honest eyes. and he doesn’t mind that at all.

son of aphrodite!jaehyun x daughter of eos!reader

hello love! thank you so much for your kind words uwu, i can absolutely do that for you! thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy <3

You’re an angel. Jaehyun’s absolutely convinced of it.

He watches as you prepare a coffee for him, your eyes fixed on the horizon as the sun rises. It’s your favorite sight, adding on to it being the time of the day where you’re at the height of your powers. Your mother is Eos, the goddess of dawn, and it’s said that she opens heaven’s gates for the sun to rise. That’s easy to believe when Jaehyun looks at you. You look like an angel. Who else would help your mother open those gates?

A long time ago, Jung Jaehyun fell for you, and he keeps falling. His heart picks up speed everytime your fingertips brush his skin, and he can barely hold himself back from embracing you when you giggle at a joke he says. Skinship, affection, it comes easy to him. But whenever you meet eyes, all he can think about is how flawless you are. So effortlessly beautiful. Out of his reach, just like the sun rising over the oceans.

But that doesn’t stop him from tugging you on his lap as soon as you set down the coffee cup infront of him. You’re no stranger to his cuddly side - like always, you curl your arms around his neck, never turning your face away from the sun casting rosy shadows all over the kitchen.

“Can you atleast pretend you’re paying attention to me? Damn.” Jaehyun pouts, fingers wrapping around your chin to pull you in his direction. A smile is already adorning your lips when you finally look at him. Are you aware of all the fireworks you’re setting off inside of him? Do you enjoy the breathlessness you cause whenever you shower him with love?

He hopes you does. That would atleast mean he’s not the only one who’s thinking about the other in that way. If Jaehyun would be granted one wish, he’d ask for you.

Your hands are warm and familiar. They settle on his cheeks, pleasant to the touch. “I didn’t realize you were so impatient, Mr Jung,” you tease him, voice coy. Despite looking so innocent, you’re a minx. His favorite minx, actually. “Are you pouting? Jeez. I stop looking at you for five seconds, and you already get impatient.”

“I live for attention.” Jaehyun’s head tilts back so the light can illuminate it and warm the skin there. If he concentrates, he can pretend it’s you leaving kisses without actually touching him. You can manipulate the light, so that wouldn’t be such an abstract idea.

When Jaehyun had first met you, he’d only been a small boy. Shy, barely fitting into the role he was given as a son of Aphrodite. There had been a time where you were on the same eye level as him. He reminisces those days often, like memories of a past life where the days are spent at the beach, you reading a book, fingers interlocked with his. He’s always been clingy with you.

Now that you’re both older, he comes to regret it. How can he prove his romantic interest to you when it’s all a given for you? His fleeting touches, lips meeting your skin because he was so touchy?

Love shouldn’t come so difficult to him. He’s a child of Aphrodite, for crying out loud.

Jaehyun bows forward to cover your body with his own. You already expect the bear hug, arms moving to lock around his head and keep him there. You smell like roses and peppermint, the first courtesy of your perfume, latter because you tended to put it into your yogurts. “You’ve got your head in the clouds all the time,” he mumbles against the skin of your throat. Something about you is off, has been for days. Long stares. Stuttering as he confronts you about something. You’re on edge. “Are you hiding something, baby?”

“And what would that be?”

“You tell me.” The soft material of the shirt you’re wearing is bothersome against his fingertips. He wishes to tear it off, feel your skin under his touch. Listen to your heartbeat as he marks you all over. Like any child of love, he longs to exude his possessiveness over you. Jaehyun’s barely able to hold himself back when you attend dates, or flirt back at some dude who decided to talk you up at the bar.

How pretty you would look underneath him.

Nonetheless, you direct his attention elsewhere. You trace the curve of his jaw, his hands soon catching yours so he can kiss your palm. His eyes never leave yours. Eye contact makes you nervous, always has. The strawberry blush he leaves on your cheeks is his favorite sight.

Still, you continue your charade. “Nothing’s up. Let’s go get breakfast before the lecture, yeah?”

❀ ❀ ❀

You’re very attentive. Sometimes, you don’t even notice that your gaze lingers. The way you burn the image of his face into your mind.

It flusters Jaehyun, even though he loves being adored. It’s in his blood, the confidence he inherited from his mother - a common trait amongst his siblings, but sometimes it’s able to be pushed aside. When you look at him, for example. Pretty eyes fixed on his features, the mirrors to your soul.

He wonders what he’d find there. A colorful kaleidoscope of emotions and memories, maybe desire. Whatever it is, Jaehyun knows he’d love it all. He’s so whipped for you. How come you’re the most the perceptive person he knows, but you never seem to realize what he feels for you? That his heart is in the palm of your hands, ready for the taking?

How does he get through to you?

The loss of control over his senses is quickly regained by turning the attention to you. Unlike Jaehyun, you don’t know how to hide the shyness he manages to coax out. It makes a smile erupt on his lips, the kind of smile that makes you look at away because you’re being bashful. You’re so cute.

“What are you doing, (y/n)?” he inquires, laughing lightly. This is just a regular lunch hangout with friends, but something keeps you stuck in your head, out of touch with reality. Your eyes glaze over ever so often, especially when you look at him. All the noise is drowned out by the sound of you giggling. Sweet, and innocent.

Just enough to make his heartbeat spike. It jumps and stumbles for a little before his regular speed kicks in again. You really are something to make Jung Jaehyun react that way.

The blood in his veins is fueled by passion, lust. Jaehyun is easily swayed by his emotions, never is he really truly in control of his senses. All he needs is a tip of balance - his hormones getting the better of him, desire clouding his mind.

But you make him patient. On a leash. If you were any other person, that would make him extremely uncomfortable. He’d resort to one-night-stands or passing fancies to level his head again, but weirdly, Jaehyun finds himself perfectly content at your beck and call.

You’re a goddess, no matter how mortal you are. The only goddess he wants to worship and dedicate his life to.

Where your touch is soft, Jaehyun’s is devouring. You are easily tucked against his side, trained arm around your waist keeping you there. Jaehyun hums when you throw a leg over his thigh to be even closer. There’s one advantage to being a child of Aphrodite - he’s easily able to manipulate the emotions of people around him. Of course he’d never force you to do or feel anything, but he likes heightening your wishes every once in a while. He only messes with what is already there.

You being touch-starved, for starters.

“Oh, nothing,” you finally answer him, voice low. Your eyes are like the dawn, mysterious as they are beautiful. Even though your hands are occupied with clinging to him, your gaze is always on your friends. Thoughtful as always, you want them to have fun and let them know you’re glad that they’re here. Sadly, Jaehyun wants all the attention to himself. “I was just admiring the view.”

“Were you now?”

“Mhm. You look very pretty.”

God, you make Jaehyun want to melt on the spot. That is too much power over him than any human should have. Jaehyun’s lips find the curve of your neck, he relishes in the pleasant shudder you let out at that. “Me, too,” he hums. “I like the view I have. Just bad luck that I have to share it with everybody else.”

“Oh, shut up.” You laugh at that. Jaehyun frowns when you push him aside, and you turn your head away to avoid his gaze. “How am I going to find a boyfriend if you keep me hidden all the time? If this continues, I’ll stay alone forever.”

He tries to ignore the sound of his heart cracking, but it’s irritatingly painful.

Being patient isn’t fun when you’re not even considering him.

If only he knew.

❀ ❀ ❀

Jaehyun finally corners you wednesday afternoon after your shared psychology lecture. You live in a dorm with him, you can hardly avoid the guy. Pressed against the counter by your best friend since middle school, you furrow your brows at him. “What’s going on?”

“You tell me,” Jaehyun whines. He guides your hands to his face so he can nuzzle into them like a puppy, hungry for your touch as always. You sometimes wonder how Jaehyun can still be single with a need to be adored all the time like that.

Though, you’re rather glad. It makes your one-sided crush a little easier.

Many years have you spent now at Jaehyun’s side without ever being able to be called his. You love him dearly, have realized that a long time ago. At the very latest, you must’ve gotten that through your thick head at prom, the evening where he had twirled you around the entire auditorium, the stars in his eyes, your heart in his hands.

Whatever he’d like to do with it didn’t matter to you. Whether Jaehyun crushed it into a thousand pieces or treasure it forever, the choice was his. All you wanted in life was to be at his side.

To see his precious smile. The dimples that make his face look a few years younger, the sweet Jaehyun you had met on the playground, flowers in his hand to give to his godly mother. Aphrodite was not the dream parent, but she had been there for him for a good portion of his life.

Her presence is fleeting. Always felt, but never constant. The gods are too important to mingle with the common folk, no matter if it’s a child of theirs or the next hero of the millenium.

Jaehyun turns his head in your hold. He’s curious, and hot on your tail. There’s no sense in hiding it from him. No one on this planet knows you better than he does, and he also happens to be a child of the love goddess. So, he was bound to find out either way. Maybe you’d be able to dance around the identity of your crush, considering it’s Jung Jaehyun himself.

You’ve given up on the possibility of you guys becoming an item long before you even gave your heart away. Jaehyun and you know each other for a long time, too long. Too much time has passed for nothing to spark between to. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.

You hold your breath before you tell him. “I like someone.”

Jaehyun’s gaze becomes unreadable. Never once has there been an occasion where his face becomes unknown to you, but right now, you’ve never been so unsure about what he’s feeling. He only musters up one word. “Who?”

“Not teling.”

His hands claw at your back; your shirt - or better said, the shirt you stole from him - bunched up in his fists. Jaehyun presses you close, hipbones digging into your flesh. “I could find out myself, (y/n),” he says, the teasing undertone finally returning to his voice. His eyes don’t seem cheerful, though. “You forget who I am.”

“But you’ll respect my decision to not do that. As your best friend. Won’t you, Jaehyun?” You curl your arms around him and tug him down, so you can kiss his cheek. Jaehyun is very tall, an almost 6 foot giant towering over you. He groans when you bat your eyelashes at him.

“Monster.” Fingers pinch at your waist and make you jump right where he wants you. His lips meet your cheek, leaving kisses all over your face. He’s not really mad, just pouting. “Is that why you’ve been acting so weird? You’re dumb. I thought I did something again and it was on me to find out how to resolve it. I was this close to despairing.”

“I’ll make it up to you with food.”

“Oh?” He kisses his way down to your jawline. Your grip on his shoulders tighten, making him chuckle. “I’m tempted. But it still won’t stop me from finding out who the lucky guy is, though.”

You wish you had his confidence. It would be so easy to tell him, to admit the truth and say that you want to be his. But he’s Jung Jaehyun, and you’re (l/n) (y/n). There are several worlds separating the both of you. You can never be his, and he will never be yours.

Aphrodite can’t be held down. Why would it be any different for her children?

❀ ❀ ❀

It should be forbidden how oblivious you both are.

The shared bottle of champagne is long forgotten as Jaehyun moves to pull you on him, and you straddle his lap on instinct. Familiar, comfortable. Jaehyun’s fingers tousle your hair and push it aside to make way for him, lips tracing your jugular vein. It makes you dizzy, and you have to anchor yourself by gripping his shoulders. Is it the alcohol that makes everything spin, or is it Jaehyun’s effect on you?

Friends shouldn’t touch each other like this. They especially shouldn’t whine when the other stops littering their skin with hickeys. And they don’t kiss each other like their life depends on it.

It had been a long night, and an ever longer day. Exam season was finally over, and your friends had invited you over for a good old frat party. The 127 frat house was your second home, and the only reason Jaehyun doesn’t live there is because he prefers to stay with you.

You had both promised to stop drinking the second you stumbled out of that house with the help of Taeyong, who’d been afraid of you guys passing out in the streets. Now matter how much he had begged you guys to sleep over, there was nothing that could make you change your mind. You craved to be in the comfort of your home, your own four walls. There were blankets waiting, good food aswell.

And your own stash of alcohol.

Promise? What promise? Long forgotten the second you found the champagne Jaehyun had been saving up since you gifted it to him a month or two ago. It was quickly emptied while you sat down on the balcony and waited for the sun to rise - it was your favorite time of the day, the break of dawn, and it was already close to six am, anyway. You could very well sleep afterwards.

What you hadn’t expected was for the alcohol to work its’ magic and make you throw away any kind of dignity you were claiming to have. That’s how you ended up sitting on Jaehyun’s lap while he kisses you until you’re breathless, barely holding himself back.

You’ve hears the rumors. How good Aphrodite children are in bed. Skilled tongues, even quicker fingers. The amount of love and appreciation they make you feel with only one night spent together. It’s how they ended up breaking more hearts than intended, because they don’t realize how entrancing they are until it’s too late.

Never once had you thought that you’d make the experience, too.

Jaehyun’s kisses are mindnumbing. They make you forget about everything around you, focussed on the way how good he makes you feel with just the swipe of his tongue. He’s careful, but at the same time scathing. He angles his head to come even closer, to lure you in deeper, desperate to taste you. Is your brain shortcircuiting? Or is it just that mindblowing that Jaehyun’s tongue meets yours in a heated frenzy?

But something about this breaks your heart. The realization that Jaehyun only kisses you because he’s intoxicated, not master of his own mind. When you pull away, the tears are already pooling in your eyes.

You don’t give him the chance to question you. With trembling legs and a gaping hole in your chest, you manage to stand up and tumble into your room, leaving Jaehyun behind in the balcony, as confused and heartbroken as you are.

Did no one ever teach you communication is key?

The quote doesn‘t ring a bell now, and not in the days after your moment of weakness. Not once do you reply to the many knocks at your locked door, and you don‘t respond the the heartwrenching pleads of Jaehyun to please come out and talk to him.

You can‘t. You‘re a coward. You‘re not ready to face him and have your heart shattered. Here in your room, hidden from him and the sun, nothing could touch you. Nothing could hurt you.

But there‘s also no one to help you.

Days stretch into weeks as you continue ignoring the searing pain inside your heart and the sounds outside your room. Jaehyun leaves the apartment every once in a while and doesn‘t come back days later. Sometimes, you can hear him sit down infront of your door, leaning against it while he waits. He tells you that everytime - that he‘ll wait. That he‘s sorry.

You don‘t want his pity. All you wish for is to forget his soft eyes and heavenly lips and hope that sleep comes as soon as possible.

❀ ❀ ❀

Jaehyun falls inside your room when you pull the door open. It makes you shriek loudly, and the sound wakes Jaehyun from his slumber. His eyes find yours, and he scrambles to stand up and hold you. Had he seriously spent the night waiting for you to let him in?

„Oh my god, (y/n),“ he gasps. His eyes are sunken, tired. But ... he‘s so happy to see you. It makes you feel all soft - and guilty. „Never, ever do that again. I thought I was going to die from the lack of attention.“

You sniff. „Only that?“

Jaehyun ignores your words as he lets his fingers card through your hair. He can‘t stop touching. It‘s like he was stumbling through the desert, parched for days on end, and you‘re the oasis at the end of his journey. “Why would you do that, you stupid girl?” he mumbles. You realize in shock that his eyes are filling up with tears. “Do you have any idea how much I missed you? You were on the other side of a door and yet you’ve never been farer away from me. Why did you do that, huh? Why (y/n)?”

“Because...” You hiccup in a poor attempt to stop your own tears. Jaehyun kisses the side of your face, head angled to the side as you wipe his wet face dry with your sweater paws. “I was so afraid of rejection.. I thought.. you only wanted me because you were drunk...”

Jaehyun holds your face in his hands. Staying away from him had hurt you both - the many restless nights where always spent together, despite being separated. You expected to find anger in his eyes.

All you find is adoration.

“You stupid girl,” Jaehyun coos. Out of his lips, the insult sounds like the sweetest praise you’ve ever heard. He thumbs over your cheekbones, drinking up the sight of you looking up to him with your big, pretty eyes. “There is no rejection to fear. I love you. Always have, always will. That alcohol was the only reason I wasn’t being a coward for once and I was able to kiss you. Do you hear me? I love you!”

“You do?”

“Of course I do.” He pulls you into a bonecrushing hug, carefully cradling you against his chest. There was no need to speak, when he lays his soul bare for you to see. No need to affirm each other when you have eternity to prove how you feel. When he leans down, you meet his lips without hesitation.

Maybe you’re only fools in love. But atleast, you now have each other, the first chapter of your romance. A story of sunrise and roses, and that blessed bottle of champagner.

This time, there’s no need to hide.

#★.ᐟ mars #fic: short #jaehyun #nct #nct 127 #friends to lovers #childhood friends trope #demigods au #magical realism #roommates au #academia #college au #mutual pining #slow burn

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