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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ neighbour barista!jae x non-idol!reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: neighbours to lovers, but with a sprinkle of barista au and rockstar au?!? (jae is a busy boy)

♡ word count: 5,747 words

♡ author’s note: finally finished this pic !! writing this got me deep in jae feels so now i'm officially part of the jars fandom... <3 also a very big shoutout to my lover @hyucksos for betareading my first present tense fic ilysb xoxo

♡ song rec: hi hello by day6

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Twelve minutes.

He’s tugging on his socks, so obviously mismatched, just barely making it out the door without tripping on his own two feet.

He fumbles and feels around his pockets for the keys, breathing a sigh of relief when he feels the familiar imprint against his jeans.

But the relief is short-lived. His eyes widen in panic when his gaze lands upon the sweet old lady making her way towards the elevator from her end of the corridor, walking stick in hand. Cursing to himself, he readjusts his guitar strap on his shoulder, making a beeline towards the elevator.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon…” He mutters under his breath, fingers jabbing the down button at frantic speed.

Behind him, a door clicks shut. You step out, double-checking that your front door is locked properly.

You turn around, only to be faced with the broad back of your tall neighbour from the end of the corridor. You’ve crossed paths a few times before, but only briefly. From what you could gather, he orders a shit ton of takeout (as evident from the piles of recycled takeaway containers he leaves intermittently by his door), and is always up at irregular hours. You vaguely remember brushing past him by the elevator way past midnight a few weeks ago when you came home from a company dinner that ran way over. You were tired, shoulders slumped, looking forward to a warm shower and a good night’s sleep; whereas he was dressed in all black, hood pulled up over his head, backpack slung over his shoulder. He looked like he was going somewhere – at 2am.

You shake those thoughts away. It’s just past seven, and you’re running slightly late for your dinner with an old friend. The bus leaves in five minutes, so you really have to get to the bus stop soon. You briefly consider running down the stairs, but decide against it given you’re on the ninth floor.

You stand carefully behind your neighbour. He’s bouncing on his feet, fingers tapping against his thighs impatiently. Perhaps you’re not the only one in a rush.

The elevator dings, signalling its arrival.

Jae swears the door slides open at a snail’s pace. He’d already been late for the last few gigs – he couldn’t afford to not be on time today, unless he wanted his head on the chopping block. He quickly jogs in, pressing for the ground floor, but he’s so absorbed in getting in before the ahjumma arrives that he fails to notice your presence.

Your eyes meet in a split second, and he flashes you an apologetic look, before pressing the doors shut.

That bastard!

“I’m sorry!” His voice filters through the rapidly closing doors as you stand there in shock, refusing to believe that your neighbour just slammed the elevator door shut in your face.

Needless to say, you were late to your dinner.

For the next few days, whenever your line of sight falls upon that particular neighbour’s door, you feel your blood boiling underneath your skin.

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You settle into the elevator, pressing your AirPods into your ears, ready to start the morning commute and face the day. It’s a Monday, the start of a new week, and you already miss the soft crinkle of your sheets under your skin.

Just as the doors slide close, a hand sticks in between the doors, prompting it to re-open.

Your eyebrow lifts at the new intruder.

And in walks none other than your menace of a neighbour.

He’s sporting large wire-rimmed, round glasses this time. A shoulder bag hangs upon his lithe frame, and headphones sit snug around his neck. A small ponytail sits atop his head.

You squint your eyes at it, staring.

He sucks in a breath, caught off guard by your presence. He nods his head, almost sheepishly, averting his gaze towards his old Converse, worn from years of sticky bar floors and spilt coffee.

The elevator doors slide close, trapping the two of you inside the metal cell.

You know it’s rude to stare, but the contrast between the tiny ponytail and the rest of him (or what you know of him, at least) is too stark to ignore.

He seems to feel the weight of your gaze, following your line of sight before patting his head down with his hand, wincing internally at the realisation that he forgot to fix his hair after brushing his teeth and washing his face.

The air is tense and silent for the rest of the ride. You have nothing to say to him. He seems to be mulling over the right words.

The doors slide open, just as his lips part.

“I’m sorry again.” He calls out, voice small as he realises the chances of you hearing him are slim. You’d already stepped forward, feet crossing the threshold of the elevator. He continues anyway. “I know it was a pretty rude thing to do, but I couldn’t afford to be late again. I… I’m sorry.”

You stop in your tracks. You don’t say anything, or turn around. You simply nod lightly, before continuing with the rest of your day.

Jae lets out a breath he didn’t even realise he was holding.

Let me make it up to you, he wants to say, but the words die in his mouth.

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It’s early – way too early, and Jae tries but fails miserably to rub the sleep from his eyes. He yawns, wondering to himself how anyone could possibly function at the crack of dawn.

(Or at least, it feels like the crack of dawn for him, a seasoned night owl. It is, in fact, quarter past seven, which is a perfectly normal time for human beings to start their days.)

He glances at the clock.

Eight minutes, Jae reckons. Eight minutes before the morning rush starts and he’d have to interact with other people like a normal, functioning member of society.

A sense of dread settles over him.

For now, he absentmindedly wipes over the surface of the coffee machine, the paddle, the coffee grinder – his metal companions for the morning shift. To his left, just at the corner of his eyes, sits his notebook, open to his recent work.

It’s an uptempo, pop beat coupled with a melody that sits easily on the ears. He has the instrumentals locked in, but the lyrics are a different story. It’s taking him longer than usual to come up with a cohesive narrative, and by this point, he’s tired of constantly hitting dead ends.

The windchime sings, signalling the arrival of customers. The early summer air blows through the open doors, the fresh scent of newly sprouting trees mingling with the lingering aroma of coffee beans in the air.

“Welcome to – Oh?”

Jae stops, tongue tied. An uneasy smile works its way onto his lips. He tries to conceal his surprise with his best customer service face. “Good morning, what can I get for you?”

Your eyes meet his in recognition. A look passes through your face for a mere second, before you recover your composure. You flash him a polite, tight-lipped smile. “Morning, can I get an iced latte please?”

He pulls a plastic cup from the organised pile, scribbling onto its side with a black marker. “Iced latte, coming right up.” He smiles , keying in your order and readying the card machine.

You linger by the counter. The cafe is empty, as it usually is. You’d tried to come in earlier to beat the morning rush and get your caffeine hit before stepping onto the train.

It’s funny, you think to yourself. You’ve lived in this apartment for months now, and frequented this cafe a few times a week, but you’ve never once crossed paths with your barista neighbour. Perhaps the timing never lined up properly, until now.

“Iced latte!” The voice you’ve only heard from the echoes along your hallway or within the confines of the metal elevator rings throughout the empty space.

The owner of said voice, whose eyes were partially concealed by his too-long fringe and a cap, shines slightly as he passes you your drink. You find it hard not to notice the dark eyebags sitting below his brown orbs.

“Thank you.” You mumble , voice small. You feel uncertain, as though you should say something more, but decide against it. After all, he did close the elevator door on you.

“Wait!” Jae calls out, stopping you from leaving. He disappears behind the counter for a second, and re-emerges with a brown bag. He passes it to you.

“What…?”

“It’s on the house, I hope you like chocolate chip cookies.” He explains sheepishly. “An apology for what I did last time. I truly am sorry.” He says , voice and eyes both laced with sincerity.

“I… Thank you. It’s fine.” You reply, accepting the cookie, but unsure of what to make of the interaction. The words linger in the air for a moment too long.

“Jae.” He blurts out, a desperate attempt to fill the silence. Inwardly, he cringes at himself. “My name is Jae. You’re 918, right?”

A small grin spreads across your lips. You nod, “Yeah, I’m Y/N.”

“Well, I won’t keep you. See you around, Y/N.”

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It’s funny, because you swear you’ve never seen Jae at the cafe before, until that day.

And then, all of a sudden, he starts popping up everywhere.

The elevator, the cafe, the recycling bins downstairs, at the convenience store across the road, by the bus stop.

You searched it up late last night. It’s called the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon; the frequency illusion – the phenomenon of suddenly noticing something, or rather, someone, and then seeing it appear everywhere around you.

Six minutes.

There’s not much time until your bus comes, and if you miss this one, you’d have to squish and be squished in the next one. You briefly consider skipping coffee this morning, but a yawn tears through your soul, reminding you of just how late you stayed up last night.

This won’t do.

You push past the cafe’s double doors, feeling the scent of freshly brewed coffee enveloping your fatigued body.

That, and a now familiar voice.

“Morning!” He’s rather chirpy today, you think to yourself as you approach the counter. “The usual?”

You nod, stifling a yawn. Wordlessly, you go through the motions of a cafe regular, pulling out your phone to pay and passing Jae your loyalty card.

“Long night?” He asks from beyond the steam and screams of the coffee machine.

You shake your head. “No, just bad sleep.”

He laughed, eyes glinting teasingly. “Have you ever considered that perhaps your caffeine addiction is messing with the quality of your sleep?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Don’t take my one single joy away from me.”

Jae pulls his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying, I know I work in a cafe and all and we profit immensely from this addiction of yours, but cutting down wouldn’t hurt.”

You pout, arms reaching out for your savior; your beloved iced latte. “I’ll consider it.”

He reaches across the counter with your coffee, but not before pretending to pull it back. Your hands follow the direction of the plastic cup a little too closely, fingers brushing his with a feather light touch.

“Wow, you really do have a problem.”

“Shut up.” You scold. “I’m leaving!”

“Oh, one sec.” He hands you another brown bag, this one much larger than before. “I messed up an order – there’s two slices of cheese instead of one. I’d usually just play dumb, but you know how particular the neighbour ahjumma is with her ham and cheese croissants.”

You laugh, because you in fact have no clue about this whatsoever. You just take his word for it. “Given how much free food you’re dishing out to customers, you’re probably running a loss at this rate.”

“Not just any customer, just you.” Jae teases, a playful lilt in his voice.

You wave at him, looking at your app for the next bus.

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It’s the weekend, and the weather outside is smiling at you, beckoning you to leave the confines of your house.

You comply, pulling on a simple t-shirt and shorts, and tying your hair back in an attempt to look somewhat neat. You step into your slides, grab your keys and let your feet guide you towards your recent obsession. Everyday, you found yourself in one of three places – your home, your office, or the cafe downstairs.

“Welcome to – Oh?” A curious laugh punctuates the unfinished sentence. “It’s the weekend!”

“I know.” You reply breezily, leaning across the counter. “I’m addicted, remember?”

Jae laughs, and you’re suddenly struck by how familiar it sounds in your ears, like a memory you keep reliving, over and over again. “You really are. The usual?”

You hum in agreement. “Yes, and…” You trail off, eyes travelling across the pastries on display in the fridge. It’s the weekend, after all. You make up your mind in an instant. “And a chocolate chip cookie, please.”

“Coming right up.” He nods, firing the coffee machine up.

You linger by the counter, your usual spot, not really bothering to find a seat. You prefer to be in his company anyways.

“Any plans for today?” He asks casually, just as he shovels ice and pours milk into a plastic cup.

You shake your head, pulling your phone out to pick up where you left off from last night. “Not much – laundry, chores, groceries.”

“What are you up to?” Jae wonders, setting your iced latte down on the counter top. He attempts to peek past the coffee machine, but to no avail.

You hum absentmindedly. “Hmm, sudoku. I’m not really good at it though.”

“Pass it over.”

You lift your eyebrow, doubtful. “Really?”

“You’d be surprised.”

Considering you have nothing to lose, you hand your phone over, in exchange for the iced latte. You take a big sip, allowing the caffeine to flow through your veins. You shut your eyes and sigh appreciatively.

“Addict.” Jae scoffs, watching you with a teasing glint in his eyes, before turning his attention to your puzzle.

He remains silent for a moment, studying the screen. “You’re nearly there.” He begins. “But I think you need to take a few more risks.”

“What do you mean?” You lean forward, trying to get a glimpse of what he’s seeing that you clearly aren’t.

You get all up in his personal space, staring at your phone without paying any attention to the way Jae’s breath hitches in his throat. The scent of your freshly washed hair invades his senses, and for a second, he’s not sure whether he wants to take a deep inhale or hide away in the storeroom out back.

“Jae, what do you mean? I don’t get it.” You stare, willing the right numbers to appear in the right boxes.

He clears his throat. Focus. “I mean, you can just take guesses to eliminate your choices. Like, see here?” He points to a pair of boxes in the corner of the board. “The eight could go here, or there right? So you can just take a guess. And if it’s wrong, you’ll know immediately where it’s meant to go.”

You mull over his words, “I guess you’re right… How are you so good at this?” You wonder aloud, looking up to stare into his eyes. You feel your heart stutter in your chest at the closeness. You swear you could count his eyelashes if you focused.

“Uhm,” He gulps. He tries to compose himself, fingers reaching for the brown paper bag, long forgotten. “Your cookie.”

“Thanks.” You mumble, quickly accepting it and taking a bite. You wait patiently for his response.

“Yeah, my sister used to play heaps. We passed a sudoku book back and forth on the back pews of Sunday church when we were kids.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the mental image your mind conjures up at his description. “Really?”

He bites his lip, a shy smile gracing his features. “Yeah, pretty lame, huh?”

You shake your head. “No, just a bit nerdy.”

“Sounds about right.”

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The days pass in a whirlwind.

Your newfound routine gives you comfort. You find yourself looking forward to waking up to a new day, and another cup of coffee from your neighbour-turned-barista.

(You didn’t know it then, but neither did he. And the lingering conversations and warm exchanges prompted him to request more morning shifts, and to be home earlier, and to get to bed at reasonable times – just so he could be the best version of himself when he greets you in the morning.)

Early summer rolls into the rainy season, and the rain fades away to autumn. As the weather grows colder, you pull on more layers to keep warm. And yet, ironically, it feels like you are slowly, but surely, peeling back the layers of yourself.

(For him, of course.)

It’s a chilly morning, and you still haven’t let up on the iced lattes. You walk into the cafe, appreciating the warmth of the heaters in the cozy space.

“You’re a bit late today.” He remarks, pushing the iced latte across the counter, ready for your arrival.

You laugh, waving to greet him. The two of you dance a familiar tango – you pay, and he stamps your loyalty card. “Thanks for being prepared. I took the day off today.”

“Oh, how come?” He asks, fingers fiddling with his pen. His notebook lay open, long forgotten.

“Gotta go to the hospital.” You reply, pouting as you sip your morning coffee.

His eyes shoot up in alarm. “Hospital? Everything okay? You feeling alright?”

“Woah, woah.” You scoff, finding his worried expression endearing. “Aren’t you a little too invested in my health, as my barista?”

He averts his gaze, hands gesturing vaguely in the air. “You know, this cafe would crumble without your patronage.”

You laugh at that. “Yeah, well, you can’t get rid of me that easily. Just a routine checkup, nothing too serious, I hope.”

Jae breathes a sigh of relief. “Well, that’s good to hear. As your barista, I hope you will remain healthy so I can keep enabling your caffeine addiction.” He disappears briefly from behind the counter, and emerges with another brown bag. “A sweet treat, for good luck.”

He sets it down on the counter, next to his notebook. You reach towards it, but your eyes linger on the page. Chicken scrawls fill the lines. “What is it?” You ask, curious.

Jae sighs deeply. “A song I’ve been working on for ages, but it just refuses to come out right.”

“You write songs?”

He looks at you, eyes vulnerable. “Uhm, yeah. I sing too, and play the guitar. And the keyboard, if it’s required.”

“Oh!” The pieces of the puzzle fall into place. “That’s why you carry around a guitar!”

“No,” He begins, voice uncertain. “That’s because I play in a band.”

“You play in a band? What?!”

“Why are you so surprised?” He laughs nervously, unsure of what to make of your constant line of questioning.

“Nothing, it’s just… You’re… Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t necessarily fit the image of a band member.”

Jae clasps his hand across his chest in faked agony. “What does that mean?!”

“I mean, no offence, but you said you used to play sudoku with your sister in church. You’re telling me that boy grew up to play in a band?”

His lips formed a pitiful frown. “Hey, now you’re hurting my feelings. And yes, maybe you don’t really know me that well – have you considered that?”

You open your mouth, but fail to come up with a smart response. “I’m sorry,” You say sincerely. “I guess we don’t really know each other that well for two people who spend most mornings together.”

“Now you’re just making it sound romantic, Y/N.”

Your eyes meet his, holding his gaze for a few moments. The air is strung high with an unspeakable tension.

You take another sip in an effort to dissipate the awkward air, before staring at his notebook. “Can I take a look?”

Jae nods, a sense of deja vu washing over him. “Are you gonna help me with my lyrics cos I helped you with your sudoku?”

“Perhaps.” You mumble, reading his words. It was messy, barely legible, with a slight slant – somehow, it was so him. “Don’t underestimate me, you’re looking at the eighth grade spelling bee champion.”

He steps away to clean the dishes, leaving you to your devices.

When he comes back, you’re already scribbling across the page.

“How much do the words have to rhyme?” You ask, curious.

He hums. “Not exactly, but they do have to flow naturally together. I don’t really know – it’s hard to explain, I just go with what feels right. But for some reason, I’m really struggling with this one.”

You nod, considering your options. “I’ll see what I can do.”

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All day, at the office, you run your fingers across a single piece of paper.

A five-inch piece of parchment with the name of a band you never heard of, until this morning. A date, a time, and a venue not too far away from your office.

You’ve been thinking about it all day – what his voice would sound like, what you should wear, how the audience would react. Your colleagues had to tap you repeatedly on your shoulder to ensure you were paying attention during the weekly stand-up.

And yet, nothing could calm the persistent hammer of your heart against your ribcage.

You met him first, as the annoying neighbour that slammed the elevator doors in your face.

You got to know him, slowly, as the barista who made your iced coffee every morning with a warm smile.

Tonight, you’ll see a whole other side of him. The performer; the artist underneath the overgrown fringe and wide-rimmed glasses and black hoodies. A different Jae.

It strikes you, then. The layers of him are slowly getting revealed to you, one by one, each more interesting than the last, and you want nothing more than to keep peeling back the layers of him.

Three more minutes…

You think to yourself, willing the hands of the clock to move faster so you could get ready to leave.

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“Two minutes til showtime!” The stagehand calls in a booming voice.

On your trip back from the bathroom, you catch him standing in the corner, alone, leaning against a wall.

His fingers twirl the guitar pick over and over, a nervous tick.

You debate between leaving and staying. As your thoughts circle in your head, you watch him pull out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

This wouldn’t do.

You walk up to him and wave.

He sees you crossing the room and flashes you an uncertain smile.

“What are you doing here?” He asks softly, voice small. “You’re not gonna get front row seats at this rate.”

“I’m here on very important business.” You tease, a grin working its way onto your lips. Your gaze flickers towards the pack, and for a second you contemplate whether what you are about to do will cross an unspoken boundary, but you think, to hell with it.

“I’m not –” He begins.

You wordlessly reach out towards his hand, holding his trembling ones in yours. “No,” you spoke softly, with a quiet determination. “You won’t. You don’t need it to do well out there, trust me.”

Jae looks at you for a second, in awe. He looks away when the tightness in his chest gets too much. “How do you know?” He whispers, voice so small that your heart stutters in your chest.

“Because,” You take a deep breath, knowing that your words have the potential to make or break his confidence. “You’ve done this before, and you’ll do it again. Because you’ve conquered your nerves in the past and gave the audience a great show. Because you’ve performed and rehearsed these songs so many times. Because I helped you with the lyrics for one of them.” You pause, tightening your grip on his hands, and staring deep into his eyes. The lighting around you is scarce, and you can just make out your own reflection in his large glasses. But beyond that, his eyes are fixated solely on you, unwavering. “And because I believe in you.”

“Y/N,” Jae lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. It feels like a huge burden has been lifted off his shoulders. “I –”

“It’s showtime!”

A worried look passes across his eyes. You hold his shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “Go, I’ll be watching from the front row.”

“Promise?” He asks, uncertain.

You nod vigorously, knowing right then and there that you would promise him the world if you could.

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The performance passes in a blur.

One moment you’re jamming to the addictive beats, the next you’re being swept off your feet by Jae’s sweet, sweet vocals. You welcomed it all – moving your body to the music and allowing yourself to be serenaded by the band’s frontman.

All that dancing and cheering makes you parched, and you want to prolong the buzz and adrenaline with a glass of something chilled and strong.

“Hey, can I –”

“Gin and tonic for her, please. And a pint of beer for myself.” A voice, low and familiar, spoke next to you.

You turn towards it, and settle your eyes on the owner. He leans on the bar counter, all 6 feet of him, messy hair with sweat threatening to drip down his chin, staining his graphic tee and ripped jeans. He flashes you a teasing smirk.

“Jae,” You breathe, unsure of what to say or do after being completely moved by his performance and stage presence. You had no idea that your klutz of a neighbour could get the crowd going like that, like they were hypnotised by a magician. This is an entirely different side of him that you’ve never seen before, and you’re not entirely sure how to interact with it.

“Y/N,” Jae hands you your drink, and clinks your glass in a toast. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes.” You answer without hesitation. Taking a sip of your drink, you feel the cool liquid rush down your throat, doing little to calm your quickening pulse.

“I could tell.” He laughs as he takes a swig of his beer. Jae considers you for a second, eyeing you with a certain intensity that makes you warm both inside and out. “You were having a bit too much fun. It was a bit distracting, honestly.” He continues in a playful tone.

You look at him questioningly.

Instead of answering, he just moves closer to you. The bar is getting more crowded by the minute as people try to refill their drinks after the performance. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel the heat from his warm body radiate towards you. Bar goers begin yelling out their orders, and along with the music blasting from the speakers, it becomes harder and harder to hear each other.

Jae places a steady arm around your shoulders, shielding you from the wave of people moving towards the counter. He leans close to your ears, his breath causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. “How about we get some food? It’s way too hectic here.”

You’re not sure what comes over you, then. Maybe it’s the close proximity with Jae that messes with your brainwaves, or the reassuring squeeze of your shoulders, or perhaps just the comfort of leaning against his sturdy form in a room full of strangers. You reach within yourself and find the courage to utter the next few words, “Are you taking me out on a date?”

“Am I what?”

“I’m not repeating myself!” You laugh, ushering him towards the general direction of the exit.

He trails closely behind you, pretending that he didn’t hear you. “Say it again! I can’t hear –”

You shoot a pointed look towards him once the two of you make it outside. The constant pushing and shoving ensures you’re pressing flush against him, his arm never straying far from you.

The night air is chilly, and you feel a shiver work its way through your bones. Wordlessly, he pulls out a hoodie from his backpack that you didn’t even realise he had with him. Jae helps you pull it over your head, and work your arms through the sleeves. You’re momentarily winded by how his scent swallows you whole. When you emerge from the oversized hoodie, completely engulfed by the fabric, he helps to sweep your hair away from your eyes.

He smiles at you like you’re the best thing that ever happened to him. His gaze is soft and sparkly, his gentle touch lingering on you. You wish it stays there forever.

“Jae…”

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

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And that’s how you ended up back where it all started – within the four walls of the elevator.

Lingering touches, harmonious giggles, and smiles that hide more than you’re both willing to put into words.

The two of you stumble in unceremoniously, drunk off of something richer and more potent than alcohol.

If you were asked to recall what your conversation was about, you probably wouldn’t be able to give an accurate recount. Your ears could only register the bright notes of his laughter, high and loose, yet familiar all the same. Something about the set, perhaps, or his nerves, but you really couldn’t pay attention to much else other than his warm body against yours.

It feels like you were wrapped up in a warm bubble, away from the rest of the world. As the elevator ascends to the ninth floor in what feels like the longest ride ever, you find yourself welcoming the touch of his arms as they snake around your hips, pulling you real close.

Jae presses his lips against your hair, deeply inhaling the whiffs of shampoo that he only ever caught briefly on your morning coffee runs. It makes him lightheaded, but in the best way. “Hmm,” He hums, and you feel rather than hear him mumble against your skin. “You know, I love being around you.”

You giggle against his chest, fingers absentmindedly playing with the belt loops of his jeans. “Really?”

“Yeah, I was never much of a morning person, but somehow you changed me.” Jae pulls away slightly, and you have to actively fight the whine that works up your throat at the lack of close contact. “I love how I am around you.”

“Me too.” You admit, looking deep into his eyes, unconsciously nodding and moving closer to him. Now that you got a taste of him, you couldn’t bear being apart.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

A few moments of silence follows, as the two of you sway in each other’s arms. Jae’s eyes break away from yours and travel slightly down, down, and down, towards your lips. As if on cue, you bite on your lips, heartbeat thundering against your ribcage.

“Don’t,” He groans, pained. “Don’t do that, you’re so distracting…”

You laugh a little, but refuse.

Jae reaches to cup your face in his hand, his thumb working to pull your lips away. “Can I…” He breathes, leaning in on instinct.

Ten seconds, you think, until you can finally indulge in your curiosities (recently, your waking thoughts are preoccupied by how it feels to have his lips touch yours).

“Can I… you know?”

You couldn’t help laughing at his nervous demeanour. “What? I don’t know.”

“Y/N, please…” Jae whines, his thumb caressing the side of your cheek with a feather light touch, conveying his pleas. He hopes you get the message and stop torturing him already, for goodness sake. For what it’s worth, he’s waited long enough.

You shrug your shoulders, settling deeper into his hold, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact with someone who was always in your orbit but felt just beyond your reach.

Jae licks his own lips nervously. “I… Kiss… Can I –”

You don’t let him finish his sentence.

You grab him by the collar and pull him towards you. The moment your lips touch, the haziness in your mind clears. Nothing matters in that moment other than the feeling of him against you, pressed so impossibly close. It’s like you woke up from a deep slumber, refreshed, or the first satisfying breath after being trapped in an enclosed place. Time slows as your lips move languidly against his, your hands exploring on its own accord, first trailing down his shirt, then up to hook behind his neck, clutching his hair in earnest. At the same time, he walks you backwards and presses you against the metal wall. His palm, big and warm, cradles your face in his grasp, as though you’re his most prized possession. You let him, melting in his touch.

The seconds pass in this way, the two of you too lost in each other to care about anything else around you. And you want to keep going too, if not for the inconvenience that is breathing.

You pull away reluctantly, filling your lungs with fresh air, taking a moment to recover because – what was that? You feel like your brain is turning into mush.

Jae can’t seem to get enough. He holds you close against him, his arms tightening around your middle, taking a big inhale as he buries his face in your neck.

“You have no idea…” He begins, breathless. “No idea how long I’ve waited to do that…”

You just giggle softly in response, not trusting your lips to form words yet. You just snuggle closer to him.

“Do you wanna come back to mine? I’ll order food.”

You nod shyly.

“Also, what’s taking this lift so long…” He tears away from you briefly to stare at the buttons, only to realise that neither of you even pressed them in the first place.

Laughter spills from your lips at the mishap, clearly both of you were too caught up in each other to notice.

And so the rest of the night ends with lots of fried chicken, cheesy rom-coms and cuddling on his couch.

(Of course, he lets you steal the duvet at night, preferring to spoon you instead in search of warmth.)

(He lets you steal his hoodie too, and a t-shirt or two. Or a few.)

(And his heart.)

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multiphandomunnies · 1 year ago

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day6

reactions

s.o has a piercing/tattoo

crush is a cancer

crush is a pisces

child’s first word is “appa”

crush is a leo

crush is an aries

s.o is in a band

s.o has a big family

s.o writes poetry

gf is sensitive around her time of the month

gf is a solo artist

gf is a capricorn

buying a ring too small

imagines

jae

it wasn’t bad at all

the best news

giggles and candy canes

you’re an angel

sungjin

young k

cotton candy kisses

wonpil

i’m not sure

dowoon

didn’t expect this

not as planned

you never knew

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gnabnahc · 2 years ago

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ok since y'all are ok with it i can finally let this out like. i've always actually been pretty lenient with jae and tried to give him a lot of grace because he was going through a lot but after the concert the other night i've decided if i ever see him it's on fucking sight because. what do you mean wonpil on nye of 2021 (when jae announced his leave) said on bubble he didn't want to do things to ruin day6's reputation and didn't want to do things to make my days ashamed. what do you mean he took on 132 schedules in less than 3 months because he wanted to keep day6's name alive. what do you mean brian had things lined up from the minute he got out to do the same thing and was to the point where he was scheduling his day in by the minute and practicing his bass IN THE CAR.

because that means you're telling me they thought jae would be there to keep the name alive, to be there for them, and he just...fucking left them there to deal with it themselves? AND was creating issues to bring a bad name to them? that means you're telling me he left them to fend for themselves and the group and they all thought their careers were OVER and the show they did in before pandemic was like...it for them because of it? that they were struggling so badly and overburdened themselves that they couldn't even hide it from one another and bringing it up made them CRY on stage as sungjin THANKED THEM because he felt so much guilt for them having to ALL while having his own issues and was struggling????? that they all waited to sing zombie together and would refuse to sing it until then and jae's ass just...did it himself AND HE DIDN'T EVEN WRITE ON THE DAMN THING????????

and this is all while jae's fans will sit there and go after brian for daring to be on a fucking twitch stream to promote his album and mock him and say (derogatory) he's just the perfect golden boy because that was jae's thing/site and jyp didn't let him do THAT!!! huh. i wonder why!!!! like cry me a fucking river dude!!!!!!! if i see his little gamer ass out in the streets it's on SIGHT i cannot FATHOM doing that to people i supposedly care about. then again i suppose that's not new considering how sungjin used to get upset bc he'd be gaming loud as FUCK at god knows what hours while they were all trying to sleep and even bought him SOUNDPROOF PANELING and jae still made a shitty remark about it on a stream about being told to be quiet in his own house LIKE YOU HAD ROOMMATES YOU SHARED A WALL WITH THAT MAN!!!! ohhh my god. anyways. my grace giving period is over i hope he continues to flop forever

#tay talks #negativity tw #just in case.

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dawnbreaker-mylove · 3 months ago

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LADS as DAY6 + Jae

Because Jae left the band. ANYWAYS! I love this band, and because I can, I'm assigning them to each of the members of Day6 🤩

Park Sungjin 🐻 | Zayne ❄️

The tired leader of the band.

Mother of the band.

The most gentle-looking.

Definitely not because he's my bias 👀

THE MOST ANGELIC VOICE YOU'LL EVER HEAR! THE RASP THEN SWITCH TO THE MOST YEARNING SINGING VOICE EVER HELLO!?!?!?!?

Kang Young-hyun (Young K) 🦊 | Rafayel 🐟

Writes songs. Like, all of that heartbreak and yearning in every album? By their hands. That pen was on fire.

Voice? Bro, where do I even start? Definitely ethereal. My no. 1 favorite when it comes to singing.

Most chaotic bitch in the club.

Hand them a random instrument. They can play it.

Face of the band. It's canon, don't tell me otherwise.

Kim Wonpil 🐰 | Xavier 🌟

Their animal mascot is a bunny actually lol.

The cutest but definitely talks shit in private.

Aegyos tons. Why do you think that's Xavier's picture? Fan service is where the money's at 😋

KEYBOARD KINGS SLAYYYY

I'm not sure if Xav can belt a note but I'll put this here.

Park Jae-hyung 🐥 | Caleb 🐶

Very Americanized. Do you see it too?

Controversy loves them (I don't agree to what Jae said then, and I know Caleb would never).

Definitely shits on the record label.

Would also write songs if they wanted to.

Idk but they're whiny, in terms of voice. The good type of whiny, y'know?

So, tenor? Not super sure but yeah.

Yoon Dowoon 🐶 | Sylus 🐲

Would sing... occasionally.

You're doing great, sweetie!

Dowoon is the youngest, and Sylus is the oldest. Parallels✨️

Super good on the drums.

Voices so deep, they gotta cover songs within his range.

That's all. I've stanned this band for seven years. They're good, so try them if you wanna. They're still active!

youtube

Old song but I think this encapsulates all of it. Okay, goodnight!

#l&ds #lads #lnds #love and deepspace #day6 #zayne love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #sylus love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #caleb love and deepspace #my favorite men #Youtube

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causeilikelix · 1 year ago

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I see you write for day6? Who is your favorite member?

I do! Technically I have a soulmate fic stowed away somewhere with Day6!

My bias is Young K! He's so talented and hilarious. My wrecker was Jae but has since moved to Sungjin!

#day6 #an ask!#young k #day6 young k #sungjin #day6 sungjin

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lovelyhan · 1 month ago

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JAJDJS glad i could jog your memory about sungjin's solo 😭 ANYWAY i would love to know your thoughts about his album whenever you tune into it!!

AND YES we need a new youngk album, that thought is always welcome. his solo albums are SOOO good and comforting.

and fr i could yap to you about day6 all day i love them so much! though lately i have to admit i've fallen a lil out of loop with them, but i still end up coming back to their music in one way or another.

I LISTENED TO IT WHILE WRITING GRAHH!! it's the kind of album i'd listen to on a rainy day, very scenic and atmospheric 🙂‍↕️ i love him so much, i still remember when jae (?) said that afraid was sungjin's song, as in they all thought it would end up on a solo album of his yet he shared it with the band. and now he Does have a solo of his own!!! 😭😭😭

i've fallen wayy out of the loop as well, as evidenced by me just now listening to an album that came out in 2024 🧍‍♂️but day6 is timeless, see how they're still big even post-enlistment 🙂‍↕️ (even mid-enlistment actually)

#🍵 tea time #skye 🌌

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mebeforesoo · 4 months ago

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Feb 14th 2025

woke up with intense feelings already the moment my alarm went on - day6's whatever!!!! as in dedma ako when this was played during youth tour pero biglang tiklop ang badeng. lalo na sa chorus part wherein parkbros really slayed it 😭 i let the song finished, letting all the feels come in, before getting up. it was past 2am and i'm blessed with 8 hours of sleep. i barely remember my dreams these past few days.

i didn't get the non voice job which is basically a redirection. then i read somewhere else about us ppl aiming for our goals or extreme want bcs our future selves already got it. so i truly truly believe that i will be a virtual assistant. i will get to live the dream. i will have a future working from home. one of the these days. hehe. so madaling araw was spent distracting myself with the delulu stories and showtime funny moments compilation. as in buong umaga, yun lang din pinanood ko. hehe. tas dumating yung kasama ng bisita namin na may heart balloon para kay mama. yawa valentines pala today. nag throwback ang badeng rosher ng aming valentine celeb in 2021. grabe 4 years na agad lumipas? ☹️ extra emotional when i throwback a video i took during our exchange gift moment. oo ginawa naming christmas party yung valentines date huhu super saya. sa lumang site pa kami non tas grabe after shift ang ingay ingay namin ng mga badengs don. hays. one of the best core memories. the first time i get to spend valentines with special ppl - my deae badengs. 🫠 natutuwa talaga ako na despite our separate journeys, buhay na buhay pa rin ang gc namin. di siya tulad ng gc namin nung college, kagkags durinf pasb days, dirties from eave 103 na nawala o minsan na lang may mag chat. kami nandito pa rin. kasama ko pa rin sila kahit nasa iba't ibang lupalop na kami. friends for a lifetime, final answer na talaga to. 🥹

btw i think i created another story (kahit di ko pa tapos yung 2nd story for jae). for wonpil naman wherein i prompted my personality then ofc siya ang unang boyfie na napaka soft naiyak na agad ako sa ganda ng results. hay. i really owe a lot with fanfiction (ai generated to be specific) for making me feel loved delusionally. 25 na lang kulang sa pa-freebies at pakshet 8 days na lang. ang lapit na talaga natin sa katotohanan!

list of feelings;

🌻 me belting to my go to songs (after weeks of just singing to day6) while taking a bath - namiss ko as in one direction songs hays

🌻 just shifting my mindset na okay nang cellphone lang ang nawala at di buhay namin hays (but never trust that person again urgh)

🌻 a story about wonpil writing letters for his lover who no longer recognize him (make me want to watch the vow)

🌻 showtime funny moments clips keeping me sane (all the time, wala talagang nakakasawa)

🌻 DAY6 WHATEVER MAKING ME FEEL LOTS OF THINGS AS SOON AS I WAKE UP GRABE

🌻 literally just chose to exist today and bury the thought i am jobless lmao 🙃

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ninelabyrinth · 9 months ago

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Template for Email JxxJ

Hello, thank you for helping me. Since this is a secret project, please do it silently. I don't have any expectations for this but there's nothing to lose for trying.

Below is the korean version you can send. Don't insert the english version, it's provided for translation transparency only. Send it to [email protected]

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안녕하세요 재중 씨,

제가 이 메시지를 보내는 이유는 케이팝 업계에서 심각하게 대두되고 있는 문제에 대해 도와주실 수 있을지 부탁드리기 위해서입니다. 최근 RIIZE라는 그룹의 멤버 홍승한 극심한 괴롭힘을 당�� 끝에 그룹을 떠날 수밖에 없었습니다.

승한 데뷔 후 두 달 만에 개인 인스타그램 사진이 유출되면서 10개월간 활동을 중단했습니다. 그러나 2024년 10월 11일에 복귀 발표가 나자 한국의 일부 팬들이 그를 향한 극단적인 반응을 보였습니다. 그들은 SM 사옥으로 1000개의 근조 화환을 보내며 "승한아 빨리 죽어라", "RIIZE는 6명이다"와 같은 끔찍한 메시지를 전했습니다. 그는 21살의 건강한 청년인데도, 살아 있는 사람에게 죽음을 기원하는 근조 화환을 보냈다는 사실은 상식적으로 이해하기 어렵습니다.

이에 SM엔터테인먼트는 아무런 조치를 취하지 않았고, 승한 군은 결국 팀을 떠나게 되었습니다. 이것은 팬들과 아티스트 사이의 경계를 무너뜨리고, 회사가 아티스트를 보호해야 할 책임을 저버린 사례입니다. 그와 동시에 승한을 지지하는 팬들은 Change.org에서 그의 복귀를 요구하는 청원을 시작했고, 이틀 만에 26만 명이 넘는 서명을 모았습니다.

재 씨도 아이돌로서 비슷한 어려움을 겪으신 걸로 알고 있습니다. 팬들이 아티스트의 사생활을 통제하려는 문화와 이를 방관하는 엔터테인먼트 회사의 대응 방식이 문제의 핵심입니다. 데이식스의 제이 또한 비슷한 상황에 대해 목소리를 내며 트위터에서 수백만 건의 긍정적인 피드백을 받은 바 있습니다. 재중 씨의 목소리 역시 이 문제에 큰 영향을 줄 수 있을 것입니다.

우리의 싸움은 단순히 승한을 위한 것이 아닙니다. 이 사건은 모든 케이팝 아티스트가 겪을 수 있는 문제이며, 괴롭힘과 사이버 폭력으로부터 자유로워야 할 권리를 위한 싸움입니다. 승한 팬들이 보이콧 운동을 시작하면서 100개 이상의 온라인 상점이 SM 엔터테인먼트의 상품을 판매 중단하는 등 국제적으로 큰 반향을 일으키고 있습니다.

재중 씨의 플랫폼을 통해 이 문제를 조명해 주신다면, 많은 사람들이 이 사건을 알게 되고, 다시는 아티스트들이 이런 끔찍한 경험을 하지 않도록 사회적 변화에 기여할 수 있을 것입니다. 작은 인스타그램 스토리든, 리포스트든 어떤 방법이든 상관없습니다. 여러분의 도움이 절실합니다.

시간을 내어 읽어주셔서 진심으로 감사합니다.

This message is translated by Papago. I'm an international fan, desperate for your help.

첨부 파일: 1-2. SM 앞의 1000개의 근조 화환 3. 리본에 적힌 메시지 4. 승한이 화환을 보는 모습

Hello Mr. Jaejoong,

The reason I'm writing to you is to ask you if you can help me with a serious issue that is becoming more prevalent in the K-pop industry. Recently, a member of a group called RIIZE, Hong Seung Han, was forced to leave the group after experiencing extreme harassment.

Seunghan took a 10-month hiatus after his personal Instagram photos were leaked just two months after his debut. However, when his comeback was announced on October 11, 2024, some fans in South Korea reacted in an extreme way towards him. They sent 1,000 wreaths of condolences to SM's offices and wrote horrible messages such as “Seunghan, die quickly” and “RIIZE is 6 people.” He is a healthy 21-year-old young man, and it's hard to understand why anyone would send wreaths of condolences wishing death to a living person.

SM Entertainment took no action in response, and Seunghan was eventually forced to leave the organization. This is an example of the boundaries between fans and artists being blurred, and the company abdicating its responsibility to protect its artists. At the same time, fans supporting Seunghan started a petition on Change.org calling for his reinstatement, which gathered over 260,000 signatures in two days.

We understand that Mr. Jae has faced similar challenges as an idol. The culture of fans wanting to control artists' personal lives, and the way entertainment companies look the other way, is at the heart of the problem. Jay from DAY6 has also spoken out about similar situations and has received millions of positive feedback on Twitter. Jaejoong's voice can also have a huge impact on this issue.

Our fight is not just for Seunghan - this is an issue that every K-pop artist can face, and it's a fight for the right to be free from harassment and cyberbullying. The boycott movement started by victorious fans has resonated internationally, with over 100 online stores stopping selling SM Entertainment's merchandise.

If you can use your platform to shine a light on this issue, Jaejoong, many people will be made aware of this case and we can contribute to social change so that artists never have to go through this horrific experience again. Whether it's a small Instagram story, a repost, or whatever you can do, we need your help.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this.

This message is translated by Papago. I'm an international fan, desperate for your help.

Attachments: 1-2. 1000 roses wreath in front of SM

the message on the ribbon

Seunghan looking at the wreaths

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jedaos · 10 months ago

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okay now we've went completely the other way and started belittling jae for feeling erased. it's completely normal for him to feel that way! these songs that are charting have his voice in them, have his name in the credits, have his soul in those lyrics and he will always be a part of day6's history. and he's allowed to mourn that.

but day6, being under jyp, are in this unique position of being pseudo-idols and continuously using pictures / mentions of jae when they're no longer together is counterintuitive and will just makes things worse! a part of day6 will always be jae's and i am so sorry that he feels like that's no longer true. but a clean cut break, as painful as it is, is so immensely more graceful and healing than the opposite—even if day6 weren't under a traditional idol company. it's just so much more humane to go your separate ways instead of having that muddled past hung between two now completely different artists. i hope jae can mourn in peace and i hope he can turn the page and write his own chapter with love and excitement for the future

i feel like a lot of fans are misinterpreting day6's current era being so hard on the four members concept. this is not a slight or callout on jae in any means but just a confirmation of sungkangpilwoon's commitment to each other and to the band. they've went on record on how even of day was, at its core, out of love for sungjin during his enlistment. and the content the other members worked so hard to create for whoever was currently gone. sungjin braved his fears to go back up on stage again. fourever as an album was a classic day6 sound because they didn't know what kind of welcome the future holded for them. none of this is to alienate jae in anyway—it's just the current members closing the door on their uncertainties. they're here. they're four. they're ride or die. as dowoon said, day6 is a place to lay his bones. fourever (and the continuation of the emphasis on 4 in band aid) is just. a promise. a future. it's all love, nothing else

#myday be normal challenge: failed #god this fandom has become so insanely immature #and i expect better from fans of these men whose lyrics and the parts of their life that they have chosen to share #are so reflective of normal humane experiences #please free them & jae from this 'drama' :(#i know exactly what jae is feeling in this circumstance and i do hope he can turn a new leaf

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daysswithyou · 6 years ago

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Jae - Warm my heart

Characters: Jae x You

Genre: angst (if you squint) fluff, just pure fluff to fuel my day6 soft hours

Words: 2.3k

Description: When the cold winter turns unexpectedly sweeter and warmer

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Staring out of the window of your 9th floor dormitory room with a wistful smile painted on your lips, you let your eyes wander along the white winter wonderland below you; the snow falling from the skies above completely changing the landscape before you. It formed a powdery carpet on ground, and turned the fern trees from green to white. You watched the snow fall onto the ground in a mesmerising manner, and for a moment you got so lost in your thoughts that you almost forgot about your family.

Family – what a bittersweet word for you this year.

Usually by this time of the year, you would be at your grandparent’s home either found in the kitchen helping prepare the family dinner, or out in the front yard playing with your younger siblings. This time of the year, it was usually a time filled with warmth and laughter for you but this year… things were different.

Your family had run into some financial difficulties and between funding your university education and paying for your grandparent’s medical bills, your parents could not afford a plane ticket home for you. With air fares pushed sky high during the holiday season, it was nearly impossible for you to go back home for the new year. You tried saving for your own plane ticket home but it still wasn’t enough after paying for your dormitory fees and living expenses. Alas, you came to accept that it’ll be a quiet New Year this year for you on the campus grounds, with all your friends’ home for the holidays.

It wasn’t the first time that you had spent the New Year away from home; the last time was during your second year of high school where a school field trip over winter break saw you counting down in front of Taipei 101 surrounded by friends and teachers.

But that was then, and this was now. You willingly went on the Taiwan field trip, self-assured with the knowledge that you’ll be seeing your family within 48 hours. But this time round, the wait before you could see your loved ones seemed endless. And to make matters worse, the quietness surrounding you amplified the loneliness in your heart and you could feel your chest involuntarily tighten as tears welled up in your eyes. Burying your face in your hands as you tucked your knees closer to your chest, you let your tears fall onto your sleeves, not caring if they got stained.

Between your tears and watching the snow outside your window, you missed the first knock on your door. You brushed it off as a figment of your imagination – who would be knocking on your door on New Year’s Eve? Everyone had long gone home for the celebration and festivities, there was no one left on campus!

The second knock came seconds later, and this time, you were sure that you were not imagining it. So you got up, wiped your tears and opened the door and the figure standing before you left you speechless.

Park Jaehyung – what was he doing here at this hour?

Sweet Jae was a fellow student like you in the same year. You had met him at the beginning of the academic year through a compulsory module you both had to take. A few conversations, meals and a project later, you had become friends with him. He would occasionally drop by the school library where you worked and that’s when you had your precious 5 minutes conversations with him as you checked out his books. You’ll occasionally drop one another texts just to make sure that the other party is sane and alive but showing up at your doorstep like this? It’s not something you expected Jae to do and to seeing him in flesh just cemented your shock even more.

You didn’t move until Jae waved a hand in your face.

“Y/N? You there?”

“Oh yes! Jae! What brings you here? Shouldn’t you be home…?”

“Well, I was… but I’m here now…I mean- I shouldn’t turn up unannounced but I called and you didn’t pick up so I decided to just drive here to pick you up.”

The image of your phone screen lighting up in your peripheral vision flashes through your mind and you mentally berate yourself for missing his call.

“I’m sorry, I was busy with something just now…”

“It’s alright Y/N. But may I?”

He gestured towards your apartment and for the second time that day, you mentally berated yourself for being so muddled.

“I’m so sorry Jae gosh…but please do!”

You opened the door wider and shifted your body to make space for him to enter and you closed the door before turning to face him.

“What brings you here, Jae?”

Upon hearing your question, Jae’s cheeks became dusted with pink and all of a sudden, his fingers became a more interesting subject than your face.

“Erm…actually…well, you know… it’s New Year’s Eve…and I know that you’re spending it alone this year…and Ididn’twantthat so I decided to ask my parents if I could invite you over for dinner and theysaidyessoirusheddownandhereiam.”

Jae may have rushed the last part of his sentence but only having to travel through the small space between the both of you, each word sounded crystal clear to you and your heart swelled at the thought of someone bothering to remember you; especially more so when they’re supposed to be busy with family and friends.

You paused for a moment to catch your breath before calling for his attention again.

“Jae, are you really inviting me to your family dinner?”

Jae’s neck snapped when he heard your voice and the words left his mouth before he could even process them.

“Yes. Yes I am.”

“Ok then just wait out here for a little while? I’ll change into something more presentable before we go.”

“Ok Y/N.”

You gave Jae a soft smile before retreating into your room so of course, you miss the small smile that lights up his face and his soft whisper into the air that said, “You already look perfect Y/N.”

The 20 minutes ride was supposed to be short but it felt like an eternity to you – probably because you were nervous. But it made no sense to be nervous! You and Jae weren’t dating so it wasn’t like you were on your way to meet your future in-laws! But the bundle of nerves jumping around in your stomach weren’t going away and it must have shown on your face because you felt Jae give your hand a reassuring squeeze the moment he pulled over.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N. No one is this household is going to give you a hard time.”

“I’ll try to not worry about it.”

The moment you saw his family, you knew that your fears were unfounded and all feelings of nervousness were banished from your mind. His entire family has enveloped you in a warm hug even before you had set foot into the house before whisking you away from Jae and towards the dining table. For the rest of the evening, his family treated you like one of their own, piling up your plate high with food and engaging you in their conversation. Being the attentive guy that he was, you saw Jae checking on you from time to time and each time, your smile got a little wider and your gestures bigger; proof that you were slowly easing into the conversation and truly enjoying yourself. You were happy, so Jae felt reassured. He couldn’t voice it out loud but oh, how he wished that every family gathering for him would be exactly like this.

At the end of dinner, both you and Jae had offered to do the dishes but were promptly banished from the kitchen by his mother, stating that both of you should be out on a pretty winter night like this. So with nothing to do and nowhere else to go, both of you headed outside, and stepped into the winter wonderland.

“Did my family scare you just now? Sorry about that, they can be enthusiastic sometimes. Wait, scratch that. I meant overly enthusiastic.”

“It’s alright Jae, I loved it. It feels really nice to be able to spend the holidays with someone instead of being alone and I was greeted so warmly. My heart is full right now thanks to you so thank you very much for that!”

In your attempt to be funny, you grabbed onto Jae’s hand with both of yours before giving his a mock 90 degree bow and you could hear Jae’s chuckle from above you – but it was short lived. Jae’s laughter ceased abruptly and you could feel your hand being turned around by his larger ones.

“Why are your hands so cold…”

“Because it’s winter…? And also I have poor blood circulation so that makes matters worse.”

You let out a laugh in an attempt to lighten the mood but the crease on Jae’s forehead was not leaving. He looked genuinely worried and it was scary, because you’ve never seen Jae this serious before. The frown on his face deepened as he gnawed on his lower lip and it was only erased after he spotted the convenience store right behind you.

“Wait here, I’ll be back in 5 minutes!”

Jae then took off like a lightning bolt into the store and got swallowed up by the racks. It had only been seconds since his hands left yours, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss his touch and warmth already.

True to his word, Jae reappeared in front of you in 5 minutes; right down to the second – this time round with a hot pack in hand.

“Here, take this. Your hands are deathly cold and I’m really worried so please use this. It works wonders, I promise.”

“Oh! You really didn’t have to but…thank you.”

You were too shy to do anything much except to give Jae a soft smile; it was one that simply lifted up the corners of your lips but it was already enough to make Jae’s heart skip a beat.

Continuing to walk along the streets, the hot pack was indeed starting to warm up your hands but it still wasn’t enough. From the corner of his eye, Jae caught you blowing your breath into your hands. It seemed like a simple act but it took Jae a few heart-pounding moments before he mustered up your courage to do it.

“Y/N.”

“Yea?”

“Hand.”

Without another word, Jae dug out his hands from his pockets and opened his palm towards you’re your eyes widened at what he was suggesting but you immediately caught on the drift. No doubt, you were shy – your face was most likely bursting into a million colours now and your heart was beating so quickly you were afraid that Jae could hear it. You’ve never held hands with Jae before and somehow, the idea was both thrilling and terrifying. However, thoughts of his soft, warm hands from before won over and lacing your fingers with his, Jae immediately stuffed your intertwined hands into his coat pocket.

“What’s this all of a sudden?”

“I call it the Accelerated heat warming method – invented by yours truly. The additional body heat from me should warm up your hands faster.”

Jae then gave your hand a small squeeze and this time round, it was your turn to blush pink. Though Jae was not faring much better by himself; with that goofy grin spreading over his face.

Jae deliberately drove slowly back to your apartment just to delay the inevitable goodbye but still, both of you found yourself in front of your apartment soon.

“I’ll walk you up.”

“But my apartment is right there.”

“No, I want to. Besides, it’s late.”

It was honestly the lamest excuse in the rule book one could use but Jae was willing to play the fool just to see you more and make sure that you were safe. Unable to fight against him, you went up to your place with Jae beside you.

But even with both of you right outside your doorstep, it was evident that neither of you wanted to say goodbye. But someone had to do it – and you decided that it would be you.

“Thank you for tonight Jae, I really, really appreciated it.”

“You’re welcome. Wish we could have more time, but sadly…”

“All good things must come to an end.”

“Indeed.”

You then looked down at your feet, unsure of what to say next but at the same time, not wanting to leave him either.

How does one prolong time?

In such a situation, there seemed to be only one option.

“Jae, I’m still feeling a little cold. Could I get a hug?”

Silently, Jae opened his coat wide; an invitation into his arms and you semi-ran into that space before he wrapped his coat around you.

With your face pressed into the soft fabric of his turtle neck, your voice came out a little muffled but Jae could hear you nonetheless.

“What’s this new method called?”

“Let’s call it the Ultra, Accelerated heat warming method – a combination of body heat plus residual heat.”

“Sounds great to me.”

One minute passed, and then another. And another before you broke the silence.

“Ok I guess I should go…”

But Jae was unwilling to let you go, and he tightened his grip on you instead.

“Let’s just stay like that for a while more…maybe forever…”

“Well, maybe not forever…but for as long as we can.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You’re smart, you’ll figure it out Jae. But for now, good night and thank you – for the dinner and for sending me home. Get back safely!”

Standing on your tiptoes, you gave Jae a quick peck on his cheek before disappearing inside your apartment.

Jae stood outside your apartment dumbfounded, the spot where you kissed him burning and his heart warm.

You were right. Jae was smart and Jae did decipher what you said in minutes.

All he had to do now was make it official.

#day6 imagines #day6 scenarios #day6 fluff #day6 #day6 jae #day6 jae scenarios #day6 jae imagines #day6 jae writings #jae #park jaehyung #ok i know i missed the new year #but i recently celebrated lunar new year!#and i was hit in the feels with this scene #so...here it is!#i hope you enjoy it :)#ft slightly clingy jae #kekeke

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nexttimeisnotthesame · 4 years ago

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[Fave HDIGH moments 13/∞] When do we get the song? 😎

#jae #day6 #eric nam #park jaehyung #hdigh #how did i get here #dive studios #podcast #song writing #mygif #p: jae #the perfect circle #young k has written songs for eric so when will we see a eric x eaj collab? :)#hdighj

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pesiko · 4 years ago

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JAE FIC RECS

MULTIPARTER

From Now On - after you fall asleep on him {2}

Her Name & His Voice - part of Spiritual Connection {2}

ONESHOT

Neighborly - neighbor au, drip in your roof [3.5k]

In a Classroom - [2.4k]

Crosswords - [2.2k]

At a High School Reunion - [2.1k]

The Wingman - [2k]

Band Sessions: Jae - best friends, the couch incident ✿ [2k]

Just a Second - old, “where the timing was right” [1.9k]

Afraid - new parent, anxiety [1.6k]

English Lessons [1.2k]

When the Hell Did You Break the Vaccum? [1k]

DRABBLES

Boyfriend Material 2.0 - phone calls, dreaming of kids [.9k]

Stars - university, sneaking to the rooftop [.7k]

Overly Romantic Gesture Tht Turns Ur Partner On - M [.6k]

You’re in My Study Spot - “quick make out w me” [.6k]

Just Let Me Finish This Level and I Swear I Will... - M [.5k]

Cuddles - time together after he’s back from tour [.5k]

I’m Trying Not to Kiss You Senseless Right Now - M [.4k]

It Was Just an Excuse to Take You Out, Don’t Sweat It [.4k]

Bite Me - project partners, suggestive [.4k]

TIMESTAMPS

9:16am - a lovely morning message

4:18pm - honey boy

4:23pm - when he trips

6:17pm - surprise

8:02pm - fries and milkshakes

8:25pm - wanted to

8:49pm - cafe, “blueberry?”

10:14pm - a not so pg movie scene

23:13 - horror movie to underrated disney film

TEXTS

Daily Texts w Bf Jae

Everyday Texts w Bf!Jae

Texts w Birthday Boy Jae

Enemies to Lovers - pop tarts, birch tree

Song Prank w Jae

BULLETPOINTS

BestFriend!Jae

Boyfriend!Jae

College AU Jae

Demon!Jae - college, ft Brian

First Kiss w Jae

Friends to Lovers!Jae

Highschool!Jae

Music Majors!Jae

Neighbor!Jae

Pro LOL Player!Jae

PunkrockBoyfriend!Jae - tattoos and piercings

Sing Me - 1am, can’t sleep

Uni!Jae

UniStudent!Jae

[main masterlist] [day6 masterlist] updated 5-18-21

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pilliepollie · 5 years ago

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Day6 react to you "calling” another guy

Thanks so much for liking it! I actually had a lot of fun coming up with these scenarios! (LINK for those of you who haven’t read it)

Jae

It was late into the evening and you and Jae are finishing up cleaning after dinner. Being the cheeky devil you are you decided to pull a little prank. Walking over to the couch you sat down and pulled out your phone, “Hey what’s up JUSTIN! You haven’t called me in a while and I just wanna know how you been?... Good good, oh me? I just ate dinner, yeah not much happening right now.” Listening from the other side of the kitchen washing dishes, Jae begins to get confused since name he hasn’t heard ever, Justin? Who’s Justin?! Y/n’s never talked about him before. That Justin guy better not get near Y/n. “A date? At the movies? Tomorrow at 7-”, interrupting your lil act your boyfriend comes storming in, “HEY WAIT A MINUTE NOW WHO DOES THIS CHUMP THINK HE IS?!” You laugh hysterically, wheezing while trying to capture this moment of him in his angry stance, “Babe it was just a prank 😂🤳.” You turn around to show him your phone, there was nothing on the screen except a cute photo of you two. Speechless, he still even had his bright yellow dish gloves on, holding a sponge in one hand and a spoon on the other, “Oh you are so done. C’MERE YOU😤 ” The night ended with Jae chasing you around the house trying to catch you with his wet soapy gloves still on, “COME ON BABE YOU AT LEAST OWE ME A HUG AFTER ALL THAT!”

Sungjin

My goodness, this man would just stop in his tracks as he listens to your so called conversation with “Kyle”🤭. Good thing your back was facing him, otherwise your wide grin would’ve ruined the whole thing. You planned on doing this prank as soon as he gets home from work. Hearing the keys entering the lock and the knob turning, you proceed with the prank. “Haha yeah I remember that... Me? KYLE you’re asking me if I’m free tomorrow?” Being the protective boyfriend he is, Sungjin starts to get a little mad, “Alright I’ve had enough of this.” he murmured. Walking over to you, Sungjin lightly taps your shoulder and motions his hand to let you give him your phone to give “Kyle” a piece of his mind, “Hey Kyle, this is Sungjin, I’m not sure if you know me or are aware of our relationship but I’m Y/n’s BOYFRIEND, I repeat, B. F. BOYFRIEND. So run along now and go ask out someone else because she/he’s taken buddy.” Hearing you giggle from his passive aggressive response to “Kyle”, he turns to you with a confused face, “What? I can’t just let some random guy take my girl/boy can I?”, “Babe look at the screen.” Looking over to your phone, he sees the notes app being opened up with the words, “Who’s Kyle? Sounds like a made up guy to me ;)” Congrats, your boyfriend is now jaw dropped, and eyes widened 😲. “You little-”

Young K

The only member to catch onto your little joke in my opinion. But before finding out, he’d just stare at you like “ಠ_ಠ... So you just gonna let this happen huh?” In between your guys’ dinner, you decided to pull the prank, needless to say, saying another guy’s name was all it took for Younghyun to completely stop eating. With a mouth full of spaghetti he continues to listen, *What’s he saying? Is he asking you out?!* he mouthed. You shook your head, *Not telling*, I guess that’s what made him think that it could possibly be a prank, which it was. Being the annoying Brian he is and wanting to test his so called “theory”, he did what any boyfriend would do, or any annoying, crazy, and out of their mind kind of boyfriend would do. Thank god it wasn’t a real call because it would have been a major rollercoaster trying to explain this man’s actions. “OHH Y/N! GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD!”, “YOUNGHYUN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”, “YEAH JUST LIKE THAT BABY MMM RIGHT THERE YEAH THAT’S THE SPOT!” At this point you’d have to stop, god you could see the smug written all over his face, “You think you can prank me like that? I don’t think so babe 😘.” Needless to say, never make him suspicious during any REAL phone calls otherwise you’ll be in royally big trouble 😅

Wonpil

I actually think Wonpil wouldn’t do anything, he’d just sit there not knowing what to do and kinda just wallow in sorrow around the house all day until you’d have to tell him that if was just a prank. “Babe what’s wrong? You’ve been walking around the house and looking like someone sucked the energy outta you.”, “Well I don’t know.. just leave me alone and go over to TYLER’S place because he asked you to come over and it SEEMS like he’s a funnier guy than me. >:( ” Lowkey about to be on the verge of tears until you started laughing over his jealous and bratty state, you walk over to him and squish his cheeks, making his lips pucker out in a cute way. “It was just a prank Wonpil, a skit, a one man show. I just wanted to see how you would react if it actually were to happen.” This poor boy would just stay quiet for a few seconds, trying to put 2 and 2 together 😂, “So Tyler isn’t a real person 🥺️?” “No babe he is not.” You and I and the whole myday community both know that Wonpil is the crybaby in the group so you best believe the waterworks will start flowing. “WAAAAAGHHHHHH”, making ugly sobbing noises with a running nose starting to form. “OH BABY NO I’M SORRY I WON’T DO THAT AGAIN I PROMISE!” Looks like you’re going to him a coddle him up with lots of kisses and I love yous because the poor man just went through a whole set of emotions within those few hours. Lesson learned, this man’s level of emotions will be the downfall of him someday.

Dowoon

Chilling on the couch, Dowoon has not given you any attention what so ever this whole evening, instead he focused all his attention on his Nintendo switch. “Woonieee~ can we cuddle 🥺️?” Only to hear his response a few seconds later, “Sorry Y/n I gotta finish these last levels, I’m so close to getting to gold tier.” A few minutes later~ You come back to the couch with your phone in hand and up to your ear, “Yeah I could eat... Chipotle sounds great... see you in 10..JOSH.” Pretty sure it took him a few minutes to comprehend what just happened, when he did his fingers slipped leading to the game console to fall on his face. He gets up and goes over to you, mouthing the words *Y/n what are you doing 😕.* Ignoring him, you proceed with your act, “Oh are you on your way right now?” purposely smiling. Dowoon snaps and grabs your phone, lifting his arm way up into the air so you wouldn’t be able to reach it. “HEY DOWOON GIVE IT B-”, “I’LL CUDDLE WITH YOU FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT AND GIVE YOU FULL ATTENTION JUST PLEASE DON’T GO SEE A RANDOM DUDE OK!”, “Oh ok 😏”, “Wait what.” Confused over your quick response, he brings his arm back down and looks down at the screen, “Google search: Ways to get your boyfriend’s attention... Number 1- Pretend you’re calling another man.” Dowoon looks up at you like he’s just seen a dead man, “Y/n I lost all my progress because of you.” Giggling, “Yes I know,” you say, skipping happily to the bedroom, “Now quit standing around it’s time for cuddles 😊.” Laughing in disbelief over your whole act, “You’re lucky I love you.”, “Yes yes I love you too now get your cute ass over here.”

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