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forjongseong · 2 years ago

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qué bonito // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader (part 11 of the series)

genre: office!au, fluff, smut (minors dni) // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss”; fingering; unprotected sex; mentions of marriage // wc: ~10.5k

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer minisode part 1 - cuando nadie ve part 6.5 - yo te quiero más minisode part 2 - la niña de mis ojos part 7 - aeropuerto minisode part 3 - falling autumn minisode part 4 - night night part 8 - ambulancia minisode part 5 - subtítulos part 9 - al caer la noche minisode part 6 - after last night part 9.5 - the way you look tonight part 10 - mon soleil minisode part 7 - daylight minisode part 8 - subside minisode part 9 - your princess, my queen

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summary: once you introduced the idea of house-hunting, Jay was immediately on board. however, between endless meetings, scholarship interviews, and calls from your parents, you feel the extreme amount of pressure build up.

author’s notes: welcome to part 11! this one is long overdue.

I had so many ideas but I kept releasing them as minisodes, and I got busy with work (your girl is a freelancer, so when there is no work there is NO WORK, but once there is work I am swamped), so I kept pushing back and postponing writing part 11--which I deeply regret. in my humble opinion, this part is the most lacking, since I do feel like it's all over the place and very jumpy. nevertheless, I wanted to continue, and after literal weeks I finally finished it.

I apologize if this one is a downer, or if it's not exactly your favorite part. I plan on making more one-shots for Jay's birthday (check out this one if you haven't already) and for our favorite couple, I might write a .5 part. where should we send sec!Jay and CEO!yn to this time? I should probably make a poll.

anyways! the title for this part is a song by Soraya.

How beautiful it is to wake up every morning How beautiful are your eyes of hope How beautiful it is to be with people who love you To have you with me, to have you with me

How beautiful it is to live without so much drama How beautiful it is the love that you give me How beautiful it is to understand that nothing is missing Being with you, being with you

Enough said.

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For the first time in a while, you were already awake on a Sunday morning, scrolling through several open tabs on your desktop while you rest your feet comfortably as you sat cross-legged on your chair. Your fingers would alternate between scrolling, clicking, and typing to quickly search for the one thing you were looking for.

It was drizzling when you woke up an hour ago, and Jay claimed he had overdone it again at the gym last night, so you did not bother waking him up. Most of the time he would be the one who would wake up before you, so you thought it would be nice to let him sleep in and wake up whenever he wanted.

You heard your bedroom door swing open slowly and you turned your head to find Jay moseying towards you. He reached your desk and immediately bent his body down to hug you, and you reciprocated it while planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

“What are you doing?” He asked with a croak in his voice. “I hope it’s not work.”

You shook your head. “I’m looking for a new place.”

“To move into?” Jay asked again. He grabbed the nearest ottoman to sit next to you, but because it was lower in height, he ended up leaning sideways to your chair and resting his chin on your armrest.

“This place feels too small for the both of us. I was thinking of moving into a three-bedroom apartment, or even a house if there is a nice one,” you explained as you continued to scroll.

Jay frowned. “This place is perfect. If you ask me, it’s even bigger than Heeseung, Jake, and Sunghoon’s place. Super comfy too.”

“Yeah, but,” you paused to place your hand on Jay’s head. Now it felt like you were petting a dog. “Look at where this desk is. It’s too close to the living room. I kind of want a small office. And my clothes take up too much space in our wardrobe. There’s barely enough room for your stuff.”

Jay chuckled and closed his eyes, enjoying your touch. “I mean, it’s your place, so of course that’s the case.”

“That’s exactly my point.” You stopped and leaned in to kiss the top of his head. “I want a place that’s ours.”

It took Jay two seconds before finally giving you a reaction. He sighed and reached for your hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“I’ll start looking too. Let me know the details of the place that you want. Three bedrooms? How many bathrooms do you want? Would you want a dining—”

“Jay.”

“Yes, my queen?” Jay sat up straight and looked right into your eyes. His bangs were getting longer, and it covered parts of his eyes, so you brushed his hair back with one hand before pulling him in by his neck.

“It’s going to be our place. Don’t focus too much on what I want,” you whispered.

Jay nodded once before kissing your lips. “You still don’t get it, do you?”

You frowned and Jay smirked before bringing both his hands up to cup your face.

“My life revolves around you now. You’re my priority. Of course I’m gonna focus on what you want.”

You pouted. “Some people might say that sounds sweet but isn’t that a little toxic?”

Jay scoffed once before letting his reaction turn into a chuckle. “It’s not, okay? It’s what I want. To get you what you want. Get it?”

Your eyebrows were now knitted, trying to grasp what Jay just said. The sheer confusion on your face made Jay let out a breathy laugh.

“I’ll start looking for our new place. Okay, Boss?”

You smiled and nodded. Jay pushed himself up to kiss your lips before standing up and walking away.

“What do you want for breakfast?” He asked as he made his way to the kitchen.

“Already taken care of,” you replied, focusing back on browsing for apartments.

Jay looked at the counter and found a plate filled with scrambled eggs and sausages. He noticed that your plate was empty and sitting in the sink.

“You made this?” Jay asked. “When?”

You deemed that all the browsing was tiring your eyes, so you stopped and closed the window. You then swiveled your chair and stood up to meet Jay by the counters.

“It’s not much. We ran out of eggs. If you’re still hungry after eating it we can go out for brunch or something,” you said nonchalantly.

Jay could not keep himself from smiling. He walked over to you and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Thank you,” he said right into your ear.

“It’s just one breakfast—”

“I know. So, thank you. I love you. Let’s go out today.”

You chuckled and agreed to his idea, letting him kiss your lips again but deeper this time. You then broke it off with an excuse that you wanted to shower, so he sent you off with a playful spank on your ass.

---

It was the day of the interview for the shortlisted candidates for your scholarship program. Naturally, as CEO, you had to sit as one of the interviewers. You were worried that your being there would be an issue since you knew your staff so well and you were afraid of forming a biased opinion. However, the other three interviewers, who were representatives from sponsors as well as an executive from a bank, insisted that you be present.

You sent Jay to take care of the internal meetings you had that overlapped with the interview schedule. There were ten candidates, and you were sure the interview was going to take the whole day. As you checked the list, you found that Heeseung was one of the people you had to question before lunch break.

The first four people you saw with your peers left a good impression. You were starting to think that it would be a really tough job to choose only three out of ten, and you had not even seen five people yet. You listened closely as the other interviewers made their comments in between turns, and you only gave your opinion when you were asked to.

Heeseung was the last to interview for the first session. When he came into the room, he immediately locked eyes with you and pressed his lips together, trying his best to keep it professional. He greeted you and the other interviewers politely before sitting down. After being asked to introduce himself, he chuckled nervously and placed his hand behind his neck.

“I’ve actually never done this before and I’m really nervous, so I’d like to apologize in advance for the mistakes I might make,” he said softly, looking at the other interviews.

“No need to be nervous,” you replied as your eyes focused on the documents in front of you. You made a note on one of them before looking at Heeseung. “Just try and do your best.”

The absence of a smile on your face made Heeseung feel even tenser. He blinked once before gulping and nodding repeatedly, letting the other interviewers start the session. Heeseung’s turn ended almost in the blink of an eye, and you did not say much since you did prefer to observe your peers as well as the candidates.

You were glad that the lunch break allocated for you was for two hours, which is an hour longer than what you were normally used to. After sending your peers to Hwiyoung so he could take them out for lunch, you headed straight to your office to wait for Jay to finish his morning meeting.

As you were grabbing a drink at the minibar, you heard two knocks on your door. You were sure Hwiyoung was gone, so you were about to ask who it was when you heard the voice from the other side of the door.

“Miss, it’s me,” said Heeseung.

“Come in!”

Heeseung pushed your door open and appeared with his signature sheepish smile on your face that showcased his perfectly aligned teeth. Your gaze softened and you laughed at his behavior.

“What’s with the face?” You asked.

“Oh, good, you’re back,” Heeseung sighed, placing a hand over his chest.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Miss,” Heeseung cleared his throat, “you were so scary back there, for a second I thought you were possessed.”

You laughed and shook your head. “You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m serious!” Heeseung shouted in defense. “Is that your boss mode? Or your teacher mode? Is that what your employees see every day? Is that what Jay sees every day?”

“About that last question,” you interjected him after taking a sip of your water. “Are you about to ask how on earth he fell for me if I looked so intimidating?”

Heeseung froze. He pressed his lips together before speaking. “Are you gonna cross me off the list if I say yes?”

“Heeseung,” you sighed, almost speechless.

He was about to defend himself, but you were having none of it, just laughing and dismissing all his complaints. It quickly turned into a playful argument, and none of you noticed how Jay was leaning by the entrance to your office.

“What are we fighting about?” Jay asked after clearing his throat.

Your eyes fell on Jay’s, and you were relieved he was there to stop whatever was going on. Heeseung let out a heavy sigh before walking over to Jay and then patting him on the shoulder.

“Your fiancée is really something,” he said before chuckling and leaving the room.

“You’re on duty tonight, Heeseung. Mr. Lee is out to visit his family!” You shouted at Heeseung after he disappeared out the door. You then chuckled when he stretched his hand back inside, giving you a thumbs up before pulling the door shut.

Jay looked at you as soon as Heeseung left. “What was that about?”

“He was the last person I interviewed earlier. He said I was scary and he questioned how you fell for me or whatever.”

Jay frowned as he took off his jacket and set it on one of your lounge chairs.

“Ignore him, he’s just being silly.” You continued, pouring another glass of water, and bringing it to Jay. “How was the meeting?”

“Good,” Jay answered. “I think I have to cut lunch short though. I need to prepare extra for the next meeting.”

“So, we’re not going to eat together?” You asked. Your hands traveled to your journal that was spread open on the desk.

Jay shrugged. “Sorry, babe. The earlier I prep for this meeting, the faster it ends too. I can go and order something for you though.”

You shook your head and finished the water you had before putting your glass on your desk. You then walked to the sofa in the middle of your office and took your heels off, bringing your legs up.

“I want to take a nap. I’ll order lunch when I wake up. When you leave, can you tell Hwiyoung not to knock until I come out?”

Jay stood by your desk for a while before shifting the weight in his feet. He took out his phone to type something, then sat his phone and his glass of water on your desk, turned his wrist to check the time, and then walked to the door.

“Thank you,” you said as you lay down on your sofa, mindlessly scrolling on your phone in hopes that you would fall asleep soon.

You thought Jay was going to leave quietly, but instead, you heard the sound of your door being locked. You looked up with a frown.

“Jay?”

“A nap sounds nice,” Jay said, loosening his tie as he walked over to you. “Any room for me?”

You lifted both your legs up so Jay could sit on the other end of the sofa, and he rolled his eyes in despair. You chuckled when you feel him take his seat and place both your legs over his thighs. You continued to scroll on Instagram while he placed his elbow on the armrest and rested his head on his hand.

You snorted and stifled a chuckle, and Jay who already had his eyes closed opened them again to look at you. You peered over at him and showed him your phone screen. It was a post about the qualities of a good assistant. Jay started reading them out loud.

“One, be early. Two, be upbeat. Three, ask questions,” he started.

You nodded and lifted a finger. “I agree but if you’re not careful with it the second and third points could be annoying.”

Jay chuckled lightly before continuing. “Four, be efficient. Five, don’t assume. Six, be discreet.”

“You’re good at two of those except being discreet.”

“Thanks, Boss,” Jay said. You giggled and lightly pushed Jay’s thigh with your feet. “Seven, study your boss. Eight, fill your time. Nine, inspire your boss.”

You paused and stared at the ceiling. And then you started giggling uncontrollably.

“What’s so funny now?” Jay asked, squeezing your thigh.

“I think you misread the eighth point. You’re supposed to fill your time, Jay, not fill your boss.”

Jay’s jaw dropped and you laughed at his face. He set your phone on the coffee table and fixed the position of your legs on his lap.

“Is that what you’re doing right now? You’re teasing me? You were supposed to take a nap.”

“And you were supposed to go eat lunch, so why are you here with me?”

Jay cocked his head, amused that you immediately talked back without hesitation.

“About the eighth point.” Jay cleared his throat. “Do you want me to fill you up?”

He squeezed your thigh again and you continued to giggle, covering your eyes with your arm. Since you did not give a proper response, Jay trailed his fingers down your legs and creeped up the skin underneath your skirt.

“I do want you to fill me up,” you finally spoke. His fingers froze between your legs. “And take your time.”

Jay raised an eyebrow, looking at you to confirm. You reached out one hand and managed to grab his tie.

“Come over here.”

Jay scooted over closer to you, making you properly sit on his lap sideways as you pulled on his tie to make him kiss you. He smirked into the kiss, feeling your fingers buried in his hair and your other hand frantically grabbing on his shirt.

“Someone’s hungry,” he mumbled into your lips.

“Shut up,” you breathed.

Jay chuckled and continued to dominate the kiss, shoving his tongue inside your mouth while his arm snaked around your waist. He gripped you tightly, and as your kiss became even more heated, he did not hesitate to reach under your skirt and trace his finger along your panties.

“Jay,” you moaned into his mouth. Your hand was still pulling on his tie and holding on to him for dear life.

“Take it off,” he demanded.

You pulled away to look at him and he gave you a firm nod. You quickly undid his tie and pulled it off his neck.

“Now tie it around your eyes.”

You tittered. “Are you serious?”

“Come on.” Jay nodded. “Be a good girl for me.”

You let out a shaky breath, to which Jay responded with a smirk. Both his hands were already busy holding you, touching you, so you get why he asked you to do it yourself. His tone could not be less demanding, though. And you loved it.

Once you were done blindfolding yourself, Jay made you sit up straight. He unzipped your skirt and took it off, placing it neatly beside his jacket before taking the jacket in his hands. He then asked you to lift yourself up for a moment.

“What are you doing?” You asked softly, your one arm still resting around his shoulders.

“Making sure you don’t make a mess later,” he answered. He placed his jacket on his lap and made you sit back on him, still sideways. “You ready?”

You licked your lips in anticipation. “Mm-hm.”

Jay dipped his head to kiss you and you immediately reacted. You kissed him back, and at the same time his fingers found their place between your legs again and you moaned a little too loud.

“Now, I need you to be quiet,” Jay said sternly. “We don’t know if anyone is outside your office.”

You couldn’t see anything, but you could feel Jay’s hot breath tickling your cheek. You felt his nose graze along your jawline before his lips started placing wet kisses on your neck. You sighed into it and began arching your back. Jay traced another line down your clothed folds, and you squirmed in his lap.

“See, you’re already drenched,” Jay whispered in your ear. “So wet for me, and I haven’t done anything to you yet.”

You whimpered and brought one hand to grasp his collar. “Touch me,” you breathed, searching for his lips.

He chuckled lowly and placed an open-mouthed kiss on your cheek before licking you there. You shuddered.

“Only if you ask nicely.”

You squirmed again in his lap, and he smirked.

“Please,” you whimpered. “Please touch me.”

Jay tilted his head in protest. “Not exactly the words that I was looking for…”

“Sir.”

You swore you could feel Jay’s cock twitch against your ass.

“What’s that, darling?” He asked. His lips were grazing your earlobe.

“Please touch me, Sir.”

In one swift move, Jay pulled your panties aside and began rubbing your clit. You moaned loudly but he was quick to silence you with his own mouth, replacing the sound of your whimpers with the wet sounds of his tongue and lips battling yours. Your grip on his shirt became tighter, and so did his grip around your waist.

He did not stop kissing you even as he inserted a finger into your cunt. Your moans turned into shaky breaths, and he had to keep you still since you were squirming so much on his lap. He pulled away from your lips and you chased for them, whining because of the loss of contact.

Jay noticed the way your legs were kicking at nothing and your toes curling, so he inserted another finger in order to give you even more pleasure. You couldn’t hold in your whimpers, so you buried your face in his shoulder, trying your best not to move too much. The squelching sounds from between your legs were driving you crazy, and you wished you could see how it was making Jay roll his eyes back too.

When you felt him curl his fingers inside you, your body jerked up. Your mouth was agape with pleasure as he squeezed your waist, leaning in closer so he could kiss your neck again. You began biting your lip since it was becoming too much for you, and the stifled moans you let out were in sync with the way Jay was moving his fingers inside of you.

“Jay,” you breathed heavily. “Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

You almost yelped when you felt Jay’s tongue on your ear. He chuckled lowly before kissing your cheek and then your lips.

“You sound so pretty,” he said. “But keep it down.”

You whined and brought your hand down to grab his wrist. He continued to finger you in a way that was almost aggressive, and it had your body convulsing involuntarily.

“Please,” you whimpered. “Please, Sir. Can I cum?”

Jay smiled and kissed the corner of your lips affectionately, letting your small whimpers escape your mouth. “Of course, darling. You can let go.”

With the pressure from his thumb on your clit and the way his two fingers were stroking your insides, you came on his hand, and on his lap, and made a mess that he already predicted would happen. You tainted the jacket he had laid down underneath you, and you could feel it getting soaked with your own wetness.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

Jay kept his fingers still inside you as you rode out your high, your body still twitching once in a while and your legs shaking from the intense pleasure. Once he saw that you had calmed down, he slid his fingers out and licked them clean before untying your blindfold.

“Hey.” Jay looked at you, brushing your hair back and waiting for you to open your eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Oh my God,” you sighed. You opened your eyes, and he was looking at you with a hint of worry on his face. “I love you.”

Jay smiled and moved to kiss you. You held him in place as you kissed him deeper, hoping it would show him your gratitude. You pulled back to take a good look at him and you noticed that his shirt was all wrinkled around the collar and shoulders.

“Did I do that?” You asked.

Jay looked down and shrugged. “It’s fine.” He moved to pull your panties back to place and made you sit up straight.

“It’s not fine,” you protested, trying to smooth out the wrinkles with your hands. “You have a meeting to attend. You can’t show up with a wrinkly shirt. And your jacket is tainted anyway so you can’t cover it up.”

Jay started giggling because of your panic. “You’re being very wifey right now.”

“And you’re acting like a real husband!” You said in frustration. Jay laughed wholeheartedly as he watched you lift yourself up from his lap.

You stood in front of him, only in your silk button-down and your panties. “Take your shirt off.”

“Uhm…”

“I have a standing steam iron stored under the bookshelf. Let me get those wrinkles out for you.”

Jay mouthed an ‘oh’ before he started unbuttoning his shirt. You weren’t surprised that he was not wearing an undershirt, since the color of his button-down was dark so he wouldn’t need to worry about anything being see-through. You swiftly made your way to your desk holding Jay’s shirt in one hand.

You placed his shirt over your desk and bent over, trying to remember which drawer you stored the steam iron in. Once you found it, you pulled it out and quickly set it up, hanging Jay’s shirt on its pole. As you were waiting for it to heat up, you heard shuffling behind you, and before you could turn around, Jay was already wrapping his arms around your waist and unbuttoning your shirt.

“Jay,” you whined in protest. “You don’t have that much time left for your next meeting.”

“Come on,” he whined back in your ear. “You expect me to sit still while I watch you bend over in your panties? No way.”

“You’re really testing me today.”

“And I know you like it.”

You turned around to look at Jay with a pout. Jay laughed at your expression, booping your nose before reaching both his hands down to your ass to push you into him. Your breath hitched as you felt him hard against your pelvis.

“If you want me to beg this time, I’ll do it,” Jay muttered. “Please. I’ll be quick. I promise.”

You grabbed his hand and led him to your chair by your desk. You pushed him and he fell sitting down, chuckling when you immediately started straddling him.

“Three minutes or less,” you said, reaching down to push your panties to the side.

Jay frantically unzipped his pants and let his cock out, pumping it a few times before aligning himself with your entrance. You placed both your hands on his shoulder as you let yourself sink down on him, and you both moaned in unison.

It was like a switch was flipped in Jay’s head because once he was fully inside you, he grabbed your ass and started rutting his hips into you. You were now used to stifling back your moans, so you did exactly that while you bounced on his cock. You pulled his head to your breasts, letting him breathe onto you as he continued sliding in and out of you. You matched his pace and you both reached your highs at the same time. He planted soft kisses along your jawline while your breathing leveled off.

“You should clean up,” Jay said after catching his breath.

You got off his lap and you could feel his cum trickling down your thigh. “But your shirt…”

“I’ll do it. Just go freshen up first.” Jay stood up and moved to kiss you. “Thank you.”

You smiled and tiptoed to kiss his cheek before walking away, grabbing your skirt as you made your way to the bathroom. It didn’t take you long to make yourself presentable again, and when you walked out, you saw Jay buttoning his shirt up.

“Let me see,” you said as you walked to him, now fully dressed.

Jay stood up straight and stretched his neck so you can evaluate his work better. All the wrinkles on his shirt were gone, so you smiled as you smoothed the ends of his shoulder.

“I make a pretty good husband, huh?” He asked with a huge smirk on his face.

“Don’t ruin it,” you mumbled as you looked away and checked the time on your phone. “You’ve got exactly 15 minutes left for your break.”

“It’s fine, I can grab a quick smoothie and head to the meeting room right after,” Jay said, looking around for his phone. “Actually, there’s something I need to get from my desk. I’ll see you later?”

You nodded and presented your cheek towards him for him to kiss. He chuckled and did so before exiting your office.

---

Hwiyoung looked up from his desk as he saw your door open. He was about to stand up when he realized that Jay was the one walking out of your office and not you.

“Oh? I didn’t know you were in there,” Hwiyoung said, slightly confused.

Jay gave Hwiyoung an acknowledging nod before smiling to himself like an idiot. His smile did not leave his face even while he was looking under papers and opening drawers.

“Why are you smiling like an idiot?” Hwiyoung asked. The puzzled look on his face went away as soon as you walked out.

“Hwiyoung,” you greeted him.

“Miss, did you want to order--,” Hwiyoung let his sentence hang as he observed you and Jay stealing glances. “Oh. Oh, fuck.”

“Language,” you said sternly as you made your way to Hwiyoung’s desk.

Jay continued to smile sheepishly while he typed on his phone. You then tapped on Hwiyoung’s desk to get his attention.

“The meeting that Jay is in, can you push it back 30 minutes? Tell them it’s my order, and that I’ll bring coffee for everyone in it.”

Jay looked up at you and you just gave him a reassuring nod.

Hwiyoung started jotting down notes on his iPad. “There’s sixteen people in it, Miss. Seventeen including Park.”

“Alright, so I’ll buy seventeen drinks.” You then checked the time again on your watch. “I’m gonna go and grab a quick bite with Jay, okay?”

“Yes, Miss,” Hwiyoung nodded and watched as you walked away, linking your arm with Jay’s.

“I wish I was having that much sex,” Hwiyoung mumbled to himself, checking the notes on his phone before shaking his head to rid of the mental image that was about to haunt him.

---

You were bundled up in two different blankets, curled up in a fetal position as you lay sideways on your sofa, watching the newest addition to your list on Netflix. It was only ten minutes into the movie when you started to yawn, wondering why the pace of it was so slow. You then heard the keys beeping on your door and realized that Jay must have arrived from the gym.

“Hey, babe,” Jay called from the doorway. You reached out your hand to wave at him. “Did you order something online?”

You groaned as you pushed yourself up from the sofa. “I don’t think so. Why?”

“There’s this huge package for you,” Jay muffled, his face covered by the box he was holding up.

You jumped over the sofa and jogged towards him, confidently taking the box away from his hands because, by the looks of it, it was not heavy. You flipped it over and around to find the sender’s information, but all you could see was your address and details.

“What do you think it could be?” You asked Jay.

Jay frowned. “How would I know? It’s addressed to you.”

You placed the box down and just stared at it as if staring at it would bring you answers. Jay coughed once before pulling his duffel bag up and heading to the bedroom.

“Maybe it’s like a thank-you gift from one of your sponsors?” He asked nonchalantly.

“No, they’re not allowed to do that,” you answered. You tilted your head and looked at Jay. “Should I open it?”

Jay shrugged. “I mean, it’s your package. Do what you want. I’m gonna go shower.”

You sighed and staggered towards the kitchen to grab some scissors. You carefully opened the box and found another box inside, which was more expensive-looking, and with the words Bottega Veneta printed on its lid. You became even more confused.

Without waiting another second, you pulled the box out and uncovered the lid. Inside, you found a greeting card with your initials on it, and you immediately opened it.

Dearest Y/N,

I know how long you have had this on your wish list. I’m sorry it took me so long to get it for you. I hope you like the color.

-Namjoon

You grabbed the drawstring bag and pulled it open, only to find the padded cassette bag that you, as Namjoon said, had always wanted. It was in a dark brown color, which was not your first choice, but it was beautiful regardless. You remembered that it was the first designer bag on your wish list since before you even started working at your company, and by the time you were CEO you just did not bother getting bags that would not fit all your stuff.

It did not surprise you that Namjoon still remembered. After all, he was always the sentimental type, the type of guy that would indeed remember every small detail about you. You just did not expect him to go out of his way to do this for you, years after your breakup.

You did not notice how long you were just sitting on the counter with the box opened, and when Jay walked out of the bathroom, his movements almost startled you.

“What?” He asked, sensing something off.

“I’m gonna have to give this back,” you muttered, placing the bag on top of its drawstring case and into the box.

Jay walked over to stand on the opposite side of you. You gave the card to Jay, and he read it silently.

“Can’t you just mail it back?” He asked as he placed the card randomly in the box.

“There’s no address,” you said, checking the outside of the box one more time.

“I mean send it back to his house or something. You don’t know his address?” Jay asked again, sounding a little bit annoyed.

You shook your head. “He has moved a couple of times, so I don’t really keep up.”

“So you’re really gonna meet up with him?”

Jay had his back turned to you as he busied himself, getting mugs out and a kettle too. When he didn’t hear your answer, he turned to look at you.

“I mean, I guess? I can’t keep this. Do you want me to?”

You saw Jay staring blankly at the counter for a couple of seconds before shrugging again, trying to let you know that he did not care.

“Jay,” you called.

Jay filled the kettle with water before plugging it in. You cleared your throat.

“Jaaay,” you called again, this time with a little whine.

You pouted, and when Jay turned around your lips curved into a smile. He walked over to you and you immediately pulled him in for a hug. He rested his chin on your head and you took a deep breath near his neck.

“Can’t believe he’s out there gifting another man’s girlfriend,” Jay mumbled, annoyed.

“But I'm your fiancée?” You looked up at him and pouted again.

“Oops,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you.

---

You checked the time on your watch repeatedly as you hurried to the café, still being careful with your steps since you weren’t exactly wearing comfortable shoes. You had to meet Namjoon on a weekday, in the middle of your packed schedules since apparently being a musician makes you even busier than being a CEO. Or maybe Namjoon was messing with you and just wanted to see if you can reschedule and move meetings with the power you possess.

Namjoon told you he was going to sit in a corner, wearing all black, but he did not specify which corner, so you almost went to a table that was occupied by a university student trying to study quietly. You steered away from him very discreetly before heading to another corner where Namjoon had his nose buried in a book.

He looked at you and tilted his head as he recognized the paper bag you were holding. You smiled apologetically and grabbed the chair before Namjoon could even stand up, and then you sat and placed the paper bag in between your legs and his.

“I can’t stay long,” you said, panting.

Namjoon chuckled. “It’s nice to see you too, Y/N.”

“I can’t possibly accept this,” you said without indulging in small talk. You pushed the bag slightly towards him.

Namjoon shook his head. “I can’t possibly take it back.”

“Joon.”

“Y/N.”

There was a brief silence as you both looked at each other sternly. Namjoon sighed and was about to reach for his drink, but he knocked it over and with super speed you were able to catch it before it tipped and spilled all over the table. Namjoon’s hand hung in the air as his eyes fell on your ring finger.

“Well,” Namjoon said, smiling to himself. “Consider it an engagement gift, then. Or wedding?”

You shook your head. “First one,” you murmured, bringing your hand back to your lap.

Namjoon nodded and pressed his lips together, looking at the table since he felt like it was now impolite to look at you right in the eyes again. “Congratulations,” he said, almost in a whisper.

You did not say anything back except to give him a smile. You adjusted the ring on your finger.

“The guys have been asking about you a lot. Taehyung is wondering why you haven’t been to the club in ages, and Jungkook wants to know if there’s a job opening at your place. Hoseok, I think, is more interested to hang out with your fiancé. I don’t know why they’re asking me, though, since you and I barely talk anymore.”

You remained silent as you let Namjoon ramble. It was a habit of his that you had gotten used to. It was probably one of the reasons why you became a trained listener. You then realized that Jay often does the same thing, and you cursed yourself for even comparing the two.

“Anyway,” Namjoon continued after not hearing any reply from you. “I insist that you take it. It gives me peace of mind that I fulfilled my promise and that you get to check one thing off your wish list.”

You looked up at him again. “Joon…”

“Take it and I won’t bother you ever again. You don’t even have to wear it. Just keep it with you. But please just accept it. Don’t force me to take it back.”

For some reason, the desperation in his voice made you feel a lump in your throat. It was odd, though, since it had been ages since the two of you broke up, and it wasn’t even your fault. Maybe the way he felt so bad made you feel so bad, and you began to question if it was normal, or if it meant that you still harbored feelings for him.

“Y/N, you need to say something. You’re scaring me.”

You blinked and refocused on his presence in front of you. “Thank you,” you began, “for remembering.”

Namjoon smiled at you and you saw a hint of bitterness on his lips. “How could I forget?” He said before taking a sip of his drink.

You checked your watch again and Namjoon cleared his throat. You looked at him, but he beat you to speaking first.

“I actually have a meeting in half an hour. I gotta leave now,” he said as he pushed his chair back.

“Me too,” you said, quickly standing up. You stepped to the side and automatically moved closer to him.

Namjoon carefully leaned in for a hug and you hugged him back tighter.

“Be happy, Y/N,” he whispered. “You deserve it.”

He pulled away without waiting for a response from you. He smiled at you one last time before turning around and quickly leaving the café. You watched as he walked away, and then you shifted your gaze to the paper bag under the table.

You thought to yourself that, maybe, the bag would serve as a nice memento of your youth.

---

You found yourself staring out the window and into the view of the city below. Your fingers grasped the strap of your bag tightly, and for some reason the short period of solitude made you feel overwhelmed. After a while, you heard the footsteps as well as the sound of people speaking entering the living room.

“I hope you do like the place,” said Taeoh, your real estate agent. “If not, then I’ve got a couple more places for you to check out.”

You turned around and Jay was already answering Taeoh after he noticed that you seemed preoccupied with your thoughts. You watched them talk for another minute before Taeoh excused himself to answer a phone call.

“Yes? No?” Jay asked once he locked eyes with you.

You merely shrugged and Jay responded with a sigh. Having worked for you for years, Jay knew you were extremely picky, especially when it came to more permanent stuff.

“Should we go for some coffee? I told Taeoh we’re done for the day, and that maybe we can resume looking next week. I’ll find a slot in your schedule,” Jay said, taking his phone out and opening the calendar app.

“You sound like my assistant,” you replied.

Jay looked up at you and his eyebrows furrowed. “I kinda am?”

“But we’re looking a place for us. You’re not here as my assistant,” you complained. You brushed your hair back as you walked up to Jay. “Can you be more husband-y, please?”

Jay chuckled at the word you just coined, letting you rest your arms around his shoulder.

“Old habits,” Jay responded, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “I’ll do better next time.”

“Alright, I know I’m not the buyer, but seeing you two like this in the living room is so picturesque, I feel like making the down payment for this apartment, right now.”

You both turned to look at Taeoh who seemed very comfortable admiring the two of you. He then gave you both a huge smile and you all just broke into laughter.

“I like the place but I want to see more,” you said. “I mean, we would like to see more, please.”

Taeoh grinned and held his thumb up. “Anything for the beautiful couple. I’ll send some links to both of you later this evening.”

---

Jay’s face was buried into the new self-enrichment book that he had borrowed from Sunghoon, who claimed that it was ‘life-changing’ and very ‘eye-opening’. You thought that Jay was never the reading type, but after seeing him work with you for years, and living with you for months, you realized that his habit of reading was just overshadowed by the number of other activities he had to focus on. That was why the two of you were now sitting at a café that overlooked the river, killing time but enjoying the silence together.

As he flicked the edge of the book to get to a new page, he noticed how your hand hung in the air with your phone in it, and how you were staring blankly outside the window. He followed the direction of your eyes and turned his head, squinting and trying hard to find out what you were focusing on. You then sighed and put your phone on the table with a soft thud.

“I’m figuring out how to find the most efficient way to get around town if Heeseung gets selected for the scholarship.”

Jay blinked and for a second he was surprised that you voiced out your thoughts before he asked. He began to suspect if you could read minds.

“You mean, like, you want to look for a new driver?” Jay asked, putting his book face down on the table.

You tilted your head as you sucked the air between your teeth. “Would that be wise? Is it better to just have Mr. Lee work on weekdays, and then just get around on the weekends using public transport?”

Jay chuckled. “It’s like you’re forgetting that you have me. I can drive us around.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to make you sit through traffic. It’s already stressful enough. And finding a place to park?” You shuddered just by imagining the horror, and Jay laughed softly at your reaction.

“I don’t mind,” Jay said, grabbing your hand to kiss your knuckles. He then started sniffing the back of your hand obnoxiously and you had to pull your hand away before people started to stare. Jay merely chuckled, all amused.

“Taking the subway doesn’t sound so bad. If anything, we can get to places faster,” you continued, shifting your focus to the people walking by the river. “And if it’s a close distance we can just walk.”

“Walking takes longer, my love,” Jay replied nonchalantly as he grabbed his half-empty glass of iced tea.

You shrugged. “I don’t mind if it’s with you.”

Jay would be lying if he said his stomach didn’t do a somersault. All these hours together with you and he still gets butterflies.

“Alright then,” Jay said after clearing his throat. “I gotta make sure that we leave the house with comfortable shoes though.”

“I’ll let you be in charge of that,” you responded, picking up your phone again. “You’re going for basketball with the guys tonight, right?”

Jay checked the time on his watch before answering you. “Yes, but I still have a couple of hours before I go. Should we go and get takeout for your dinner? Or do you want me to cook up something for you?”

Sometimes, you felt a little selfish, and all you want to do is to have Jay do everything for you. But these days you have been learning to consider his side more and weigh the options to see which choice would make him exert the minimum amount of energy.

“Takeout is fine,” you finally answered. “I’ll have anything you pick.”

“You trust me that much?” He asked, smiling.

“You’re my secretary and my fiancé. Not trusting you would be a dumb move. And I am not dumb.”

Jay laughed before he nodded dramatically, agreeing with your words. You asked him if he was done reading, and he said he was even though he wasn’t, for all that he wanted to do was attend to your needs.

---

It was almost midnight when Jay arrived home. Before that, you had your dinner and opted to watch an animated movie, but your session was interrupted by a series of nonstop texts from both your parents who reported that one of your cats was ill. You calmly responded to them, giving detailed instructions on when and where they can bring your cat to the vet. You even asked Mr. Lee if he could drive your parents for the rest of the week, at least until your cat gets better.

Within minutes, the situation was handled, but you couldn’t help but worry about your family. You almost wanted to leave for your parents’ house immediately, but then you thought it would not help at all, and it’s not like being physically there would magically cure your cat. The news tanked your mood for the rest of the night, and before you know it you were already crying as you lay sideways on the sofa.

When Jay called out to greet you, you replied with a small wave, stretching your hand as much as you could so he could see where you were. You didn’t expect him to immediately walk towards you, though, so you quickly wiped your tears away before he could even see your face.

“Hey,” Jay said, gently lifting your legs so there was room for him to sit. “What are we watching?”

The time it took you to answer was unreasonably long, and when Jay turned to look at you, you were holding back tears. It did not take a second for Jay to end up on the floor, holding your hands while he looks at you full of concern.

“Can you tell me what happened?” He asked calmly, rubbing his thumb along your hand.

You took his hand and grasped it as you broke down crying. Jay stayed in place, patiently waiting for you to let it out, but once he noticed how you were struggling to breathe, he moved his hand to the small of your back.

“Let me help you sit up, okay?” Jay said, placing your hands around his neck for support. He made you sit straight, and you continued to sob, and for a while the only thing he was able to do was to sit by your side, keeping himself quiet as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“It’s my cat,” you began once you found the energy to speak. “My parents texted me.”

Jay turned to face you sideways, bringing one leg up on the sofa and resting his arm behind your back, gently caressing your shoulder. He listened as you told him everything, even showing Jay the messages in your group chat with your family. You told him how having pets for you was a source of happiness and stress at the same time, and he instantly remembered the way you would order him to run pet errands back in the day when he just started working for you.

Once you were done, he caressed your face softly and wiped the last of your tears away. You leaned into him, and he instinctively pulled you into a warm hug. He gave you the tightest hug and you sighed in relief, breathing in his scent.

“I’ll chat with your parents if it takes the burden away from you. I still have the number of your pet clinic, you know?”

You nodded, bumping your head to his chin, and he smiled before kissing your temple. Your arms loosened around him, and he took it as an opportunity to pull back.

“I’ll run you a bath and make you tea, after that let’s just call it a day and sleep early. How does that sound?”

“I don’t even want to do skincare.”

“I’ll do it for you.”

You looked into Jay’s eyes, and you felt like drowning in them. Before you could choke up and cry again, you nodded, and Jay got up so quick that you felt a gush of wind hit your face. He then leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“Sorry,” he said softly. “I’ll let you know once it’s ready.”

The rest of the night went slow. As you took your bath, Jay sat on a small stool beside the bathtub, distracting you from sad thoughts by telling you the funny episodes that had happened earlier while he was hanging out with the boys. When you smiled or chuckled a little, Jay would smile back and tilt your chin up to see you better. The cup of tea he brought to you when you started your bath was emptied within minutes, and when you were done, he continued to take care of you by putting on your skincare, not letting you even lift a finger.

As you changed into your silk pajamas, Jay excused himself to take a shower. You lay down on your bed and faced your side as you scrolled your phone, and minutes later, Jay was already out of the bathroom and clicking his tongue in disapproval.

“No phone. I’ll reply to your parents,” Jay said with a stern voice, gently taking your phone away from your hands.

You watched as Jay quickly dried his hair and changed into his own pajamas, and when he climbed into bed you held the covers up so he could scoot in easily. His hands found your waist in no time, and he snaked his arms around you as he pulled you closer to him.

“Try not to think about it too much, okay?” He started as he closed his eyes but continued to talk to you.

You started asking him about random stuff, and he would answer you with his eyes closed. Sometimes he would take a short pause, and you thought that he had fallen asleep, but before you could say his name again, he would answer you. After a couple minutes, the way his hand was softly stroking your back made you feel even more relaxed than before, and you caught yourself staring at his half-asleep face.

“Jay,” you whispered.

“Yes, Boss,” he whispered back, holding in a smirk.

“Let’s get married,” you said.

Jay chuckled, keeping his eyes closed. “We’re already doing that, love.”

“I mean let’s get married tomorrow. Or soon. As soon as possible. Without a wedding reception.”

Jay slowly opened his eyes and found yours staring at him, glossy from either the reflection of the night light or the tears you were holding in.

“But you deserve a huge wedding. We can afford it, and I’ve already made a list of all the vendors—”

“I don’t want one.”

You blinked once and you shed a single tear, letting it trickle sideways to the pillow. Jay brought his hand up to caress your face.

“It could just be us, with our parents. We can find someone to officiate, and I don’t even have to be in a wedding dress.”

“Y/N, listen…”

“No, you listen.”

Jay licked his lips nervously, afraid he was going to say something wrong. He let you hold his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together as you continued.

“I don’t need a fancy wedding. I don’t need an audience. I just want you to be my husband as soon as possible. I don’t care about anything else.”

Your lips began to tremble, and Jay ran his thumb across them to keep you from falling apart again.

“Are you absolutely sure?” He asked calmly.

You nodded. “Don’t you want it too?”

“Of course,” he replied without missing a beat. “Of course, I do.”

You tilted your head up to meet his lips, and when he kissed you, it felt electrifying. You couldn’t be more sure about this decision.

“Then it will be the first thing I’ll do in the morning. Give me two days max, and we’ll make it happen. Deal?”

Jay’s manner of speaking made you chuckle, and this time you cried happy tears. “Deal,” you whispered in response.

“Good,” Jay nodded before pulling you back into his arms. He held you tight and kept your head close to his chest. “My heart aches when you cry, so please forgive me for doing this. You can cry all you want, but you’re just gonna have to let me hold you close.”

You smiled between your soft sobs, and you spoke right into his chest, sending vibrations through his body.

“Thank you,” you sobbed. “I love you.”

Jay squeezed your shoulder before moving his hand back up your head to stroke your hair, knowing it was the fastest way to make you fall asleep.

“I love you the most.”

---

The following week went by in the blink of an eye. After another day of asking if you were sure, Jay handled everything and kept his word of communicating with your parents. Your cat got better within days, and around the same time, you heard from Jay that he had found someone who could officiate the wedding.

You meticulously went through your wardrobe, finding a dress that had the perfect length and the perfect color for your mini wedding ceremony. Jay was by your side the whole time, giving you the input that you didn’t even know that you needed. You finally decided on a beige-colored A-line dress with puffy sleeves and a skirt that reached your knees. While you were trying it on, Jay took out a necklace that at first you thought was the pearl choker that he got for you from his London trip.

“Is this new?” You asked, tracing your fingers along the necklace as he gently clasped it behind your neck.

“Yeah, I robbed a jewelry store this morning,” Jay said nonchalantly, his mouth pouting in concentration.

He then looked at you all seriously for two seconds before breaking into laughter, and all you could do was ruffle his hair.

Your marriage ceremony took place in the City Hall, on a Thursday evening. Your parents, as well as Jay’s, stood proudly as you walked into the hall. Mr. Lee was the first one to shed a tear as he kept his eyes on you, and his granddaughter had to tug him to get his attention. Your mother squeezed your father’s hand when you smiled at them, and Jay’s mother blew you a kiss when you made eye contact.

The ceremony was short and sweet, yet your heart felt like exploding once you heard the words ‘you may kiss the bride’. Jay’s lips touched yours in the softest way possible, and you were lost in your thoughts for a couple of seconds before you heard the faint sound of clapping from both your parents and Mr. Lee’s family. You looked over to your mother, who was holding up her phone since your brother had phoned in and demanded a video call.

You walked over to Jay’s parents, and his mother pulled you into her arms. While you rested your head on her shoulder and nodded to all her words, Jay’s father calmly wiped the tears streaming down your face with a handkerchief. Meanwhile, your father had his arm around Jay’s shoulders, pulling him in close as both your parents began to lecture him or praise him—you honestly could not tell the difference.

You give your small wedding bouquet to Mr. Lee’s granddaughter, who squealed so loud it echoed throughout the room. You then thanked Mr. Lee and his wife for making time to attend the ceremony, and you thought you had shed enough happy tears, but when Mr. Lee said he wouldn’t miss it for the world since you were already like a daughter to him, you bawled again.

“You shouldn’t be crying so much on your wedding,” Jay said as you nestled your face into the crook of his neck. “It makes me look bad.”

You chuckled and softly punched his chest. He only hugged you tighter.

Soon after, there was a slight argument over ways to get home—Mr. Lee insisted on driving you home and you refused, claiming that he should be taking his family home, then Jay insisted that he would drive, but then your parents said no groom should drive on his wedding day, and then the argument quickly spiraled to other things.

You saw Jay getting distracted with his phone, and when you were about to ask him, you heard someone entering the hall. Almost all of you turned at the same time, and you smiled widely at the sight of your second driver, the younger Mr. Lee.

“Hello,” Heeseung said awkwardly, nervous to be around old faces and important people. “I’m here to save the day.”

The ride home was quite chaotic too. You were texting your parents and Mr. Lee nonstop, begging them to tell you when they arrive safely at their homes. Jay also had a short call with his mother, and throughout the whole thing, Heeseung merely stared at you both through the rearview mirror.

“You guys really should have invited me to the ceremony,” Heeseung said. “The way you could have saved yourselves from the argument.”

“Thanks for coming on short notice, Heeseung,” you replied as you leaned in and gave him an acknowledging pat on the shoulder.

“Well, you know, your best friend texts you claiming he had just gotten married and needs a ride home. I would be a jerk for not dropping everything to come and help, right?”

Jay scoffed and rolled his eyes. Heeseung chuckled a little before clearing his throat.

“Congratulations, you two,” he continued. “When I see you two together, it just makes sense.”

You smiled and turned to Jay, who had been looking at you the whole time. You rested your chin on his shoulder, and he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, mouthing the words ‘I love you’ as you closed your eyes.

---

“So wifey,” Jay cleared his throat, “what should we order for dinner tonight?”

You almost snorted at the new nickname, but Jay was looking at you in anticipation with a stupid grin on his face, so all you could give as a response was another stupid grin.

“I don’t know, hubby. You pick.”

“God, I’m so lucky,” Jay sighed, picking you up like a princess and spinning you around. You giggled and begged him to stop before he gave you a headache, and he kissed your lips after laying you down on the sofa.

“I kinda feel like tacos. What do you think? If that sounds meh I can order you a burger from the same place,” Jay spoke as he scrolled through his phone.

“Burger is fine. But can I just take a long shower first while we wait for the food to come?”

You reached out for his hand, and he stood firm as you used him as support to stand up. He nodded and you happily trotted into your bedroom, unzipping your dress along the way. Jay stood there for a while admiring your back before snapping back to his senses and actually placing an order for your dinner.

The food arrived faster than predicted, and Jay was wondering why you were taking so long, so he went after you and carefully pushed the bathroom door open. You were standing with your eyes closed and letting the warm water wash all over you, while you were belting out notes to the song that was playing through your Bluetooth speakers. Jay chuckled in amusement and leaned on the doorway to comfortably observe you, but his private show only lasted seconds since you turned around and almost gave yourself a heart attack.

Jay laughed out loud once he saw your surprised face, and because you were embarrassed, you gathered enough water in your palms to splash him. He shrieked out of shock, and it was then your turn to cackle loudly.

“Don’t just stand there! Join me,” you demanded.

“I was waiting for you to ask,” Jay replied, quickly unbuttoning his shirt.

You welcomed him in your embrace as he entered the small space, and when his hands touched your waist, you flinched from the cold of his skin. Jay pulled you closer, pressing your body to his as he began kissing your neck like he had been waiting all day to do so. You closed your eyes and whimpered when you felt his teeth grazing your collarbone, and you could feel him harden between your legs.

“Jump,” he whispered beside your ear. You pulled back and looked at him, unsure. “I got you.”

He held you by your ass as soon as you wrapped your legs around his waist, and he gently pushed you up against the wall. The cold on your back contrasted with the heat of his body, and the way his lips continued to kiss you along your neck made you roll your eyes back. You held on to his shoulders tighter, and he nudged your chin with his nose before bringing his lips up to yours.

Once his tongue enveloped yours, he entered you with a gentle force. You moaned helplessly in his mouth as he continued to devour your lips, steadily moving his hips against yours. There was no other sound except for the running water and the soft slapping of skin, and as you kept your feet hooked around him you began caressing his face, keeping your foreheads pressed together.

You finished first, and as you both panted and took in each other’s breaths, he squeezed your ass harder before thrusting slowly. You brought him close and made him rest his face on the crook of your neck, and your moans were soft against his ear as you felt him chase his own high before releasing himself inside of you. Only then did he carefully let go of your legs, moving his hands up to your waist to make sure you were able to stand up.

His display of love did not stop there. Jay continued to caress your body for a hot minute before helping you wash your hair and rub your back. You instantly returned the favor and you both giggled after you shaped his hair into an obnoxious faux hawk. The two of you stepped out of the shower feeling completely clean, and you did your skincare routine side by side, sometimes nagging him when he tugged on his skin too roughly.

“Are you already sleepy?” Jay asked as he noticed your eyes looking heavy.

You fought back a yawn before answering. “I’m more hungry than sleepy. Why do you ask?”

“You mentioned how you’d feel relaxed after having sex with me,” Jay said, moving his face towards your cheek until it was inches apart.

“Do not start a second round, otherwise I will make you redo all of my skincare steps,” you warned him as you stared sharply at him through the mirror.

Jay huffed before standing back up straight. “Okay, Boss.”

You headed to the kitchen with Jay trailing behind you. Then you both sat at the kitchen counter, enjoying the burger meal that had already gone cold. As you listened to Jay talking about the most random stuff and almost choking on a French fry, you realized that there was nowhere else you would rather be, and you wouldn’t have your wedding night any other way.

-END-

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Stuck With You - Chapter 10

Chapter 10 : If Only

🡪chapter 1 🡪chapter 2 🡪chapter 3 🡪chapter 4 🡪chapter 5 🡪chapter 6 🡪chapter 7 🡪chapter 8 🡪chapter 9

College Enemies To Lovers AU

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Well every single time I see you I start to feel this way It makes me wonder if I am ever gonna feel this way again. Then I hear myself reply "You've got to hold it in" this time tonight There's a feeling screaming in the back of my head Saying it over and over

If only I had the guts to feel this way if only you'd look at me and want to stay if only I’d take you in my arms and say That I won't go cuz I need you

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What woke me up the next day is the sound of someone walking quickly but gently around the room. I felt a shiver cross my whole body, realizing I didn't have any blanket over me. I reached for one and pulled it over me, ready to fall asleep, when I remembered my evening. I had spent a good part of the evening locked in a bathroom with Niall, he drove me and Louis home, we lied down in the same bed but most of all, he had kissed me. I felt my heart flutter as I held my breath, living over the kiss in my head. His body was warm, just like his lips, and I whimpered low as the moment played over and over in my head.

"Shit!" someone whispered after a light sound.

It made me frown and I forced myself to wake up and sit in bed, my palm pressing and rubbing my tired eyes. Niall had kissed me, it was true, but he had also ran away right after, and that meant I had no idea what was going on in his mind, or what I could expect from him this morning. His mood swings, or whatever it was, were driving me insane.

"Niall?"

He turned to me suddenly, his eyes getting slightly bigger when he noticed I was awake, and held his breath. His eyes roamed on me and I immediately felt self-conscious. I probably looked like an idiot, but at the same time, it wasn't the first time he was seeing me in the morning.

"Hey uhm, go back to bed, I didn't want to wake you up." he let out low but a bit nervously. "I just needed to get changed and pick my stuff, I have somewhere to be."

I pressed my lips together, blinking a few times until I was completely awake, and started playing with my fingers.

"Niall, about last night-"

He kept rummaging through his stuff without looking at me. "Look, Devon." he cut me with a sigh. "I don't really have time to deal with that right now."

The first thing that hit me was how hurt I was that he hadn't called me 'Devie', the way he always does. I knew it was mostly to tease me, but it actually grew on me and I ended up liking it. No one else had ever nicknamed me like that before.

"What do you mean, 'deal with it'?"

"I mean I don't have time to talk, okay?" he grabbed his back pack, eyeing his guitar and finally sighing again. "I'll be back late. Or not at all. Hope you have a nice day."

My eyes followed him as he walked until the door, opening it and glancing back at me before leaving. The door closed behind him and that's when I realized I was holding my breath. I emptied my lungs and inhaled again before closing my eyes and sighing. It could have been worse. At least, he had acknowledged me. He had even talked to me, and looked at me, which were two things he didn't really do during the low moments of his mood swings, so that was something, right?

I brought my hand to my mouth, running two of my fingertips on my bottom lip, remembering when he kissed me once again. I never thought a simple kiss could obsess me that much but it did. There was something about Niall that I needed, something that I lusted, something that I wanted... and I couldn't explain it. But I had to face reality, even if admitting it, even to myself, seemed totally horrible. I liked Niall. I really really liked Niall. For the most part, he was the opposite of my ex boyfriend, at least when he was in a good mood, and I chuckled low when I realized it was probably his best quality, which obviously didn't mean that I liked when he'd ignore me. In fact, that was something I really hated, and that reminded me of my ex boyfriend, unfortunately. I had been played so much before and I had promised myself no one would ever use me that way again. There must have been something extremely wrong with me if the men around me would ignore me whenever they didn't feel like it, right? I was not a toy to play with, and I deserved so much better... didn't I?

I sighed again and my eyes fluttered open. Of course, Niall didn't owe me anything, and the fact that I desperately wanted him in my life was going to remain a secret. I just wished he wouldn't pretend nothing had happened, because something had, and clearly, it had meant something. It was not alcohol, since neither of us really drank, and that kiss couldn't be excused by an intoxication. Thinking about it made me feel ecstatic and I cleared my throat, trying to push the thought away.

All the thoughts, questions and memories in my mind kept getting mixed together, confusing me even more. I finally decided to take a quick shower and dress up before leaving my room. I had nothing to do and nowhere to go but I ended up walking around without a specific destination. It was no surprise when I ended up in front of my unfinished painting. I stared at it for a while, blinking as I focused on the navy blue slowly turning into black on my canvas, before finally sitting in front of it. I felt something twist in my stomach at all the feelings reaching me as I looked at my own painting and the pain inside me was sharper than a knife. To me, what was on this canvas was so obvious that I felt naked and somehow, it made me think about Niall and when I saw him write a song on the piano. I had seen him vulnerable in a way too when I spied on him as he composed a song, and even if I still felt guilty about it, it made me see a side of him that I probably would have never seen in any other circumstances. I felt like I connected with him because of that and as my eyes roamed on my panting, I realized perhaps he couldn't connect with me the same way. After all, I hadn't opened up to him and he didn't see any of my art either.

I sat in front of my half-done painting and without thinking, I grabbing my brush and started adding colors. I had done a few nature paintings before, and I did enjoy the techniques and dimensions, but throwing paint at my canvas depending on how I felt had always been my favorite form of art, if only because it was abstract and I didn't have to follow many instructions except those my guts and heart were telling me.

I ended up straining my pants and shirt but it didn't matter. After half an hour, I was done, and my lips parted when I realized I had never worked so fast before. I stared at my creation, immediately hating it even if I knew it would pass, and I closed my eyes. I breathed in an out for about a minute and finally opened my eyes again. My painting was still there and my heart twisted in my chest. It surprised me because I was pretty sure I had thrown all of it on that fucking canvas.

I got up and licked my lips, breathing in deeply and taking a step back. I decided to leave it there and perhaps, at some point, I could show it to Niall. Maybe I would have the guts to show him all the feelings inside me, all the things I had gone through, all the betrayal, rejection and fake love I had received before even knowing him... but it wouldn't be today.

I finally turned around and left, walking very quickly and randomly in the halls. I realized it was not so random when I heard the notes on a piano and a voice that I could recognize anywhere now, especially because it always brought a special kind of pain in my chest.

"Dear Patience If I pour my heart out, can you keep a promise? 'Cause the situation Is like a mountain that's been weighing on my conscience If I'm being honest"

I held my breath and only pushed the air out of my lungs when the notes and the voice stopped. I moved closer to the door and peaked inside, my heart jumping at the sight of Niall, scribbling in a notebook. Once again, he was sitting in front of his piano and when he brought his fingers back over the keys, I held my breath again.

"Hey, can you show your face? Can you see that I'm anxious? Can you hear what I'm saying, saying? Hey, 'cause I fall too fast And I go down blazing Can you hear what I'm saying?"

My eyes fluttered close and I pressed my lips together, the sound of the notes invading me as his voice made my whole body throb. I leaned against the wall but tripped on my feet, letting out a curse word. The piano and the voice stopped at the same time and quickly, I turned around and left. I felt like my heart was about to explode in my chest when I heard a "Hey!" coming from behind. I brought my shoulders up and closer to my cheeks but didn't slow down until he reached me. His hand touched my upper arm gently and swiftly, I turned around, coming face to face with Niall.

"Devie, hey."

My lips curled slightly at the nickname and I licked my lips. "S-Sorry Niall, I didn't want to spy, I just-"

"What are you doing here, Devie?" he cut me, frowning at me as he put his hands on his hips, staring down at me. "What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing I just, I felt like painting." I explained, shrugging a shoulder. "So I painted. And then I heard a piano and a voice. And it was you. That's all."

"Pretty sure the painting class isn't around here." he pointed out, making me blink a few times.

I started playing with my fingers nervously and swallowed. "I know, I just walked around and ended here."

I glanced around us, noticing there was literally no one around. Everyone was probably doing something else with their sunday, something like relaxing, spending time with friends, or any other hobby normal people have.

"Okay." he replied, crossing his arms over his chest and making me even more anxious.

"I thought there would be like ten of you, singing random songs together whenever you didn't have class." I joked with a chuckle, making him smile.

"This is not a Disney movie, you know." he pointed out, smiling more. "There's a lot of heavy curse words and throwing notebooks and pens around the room violently."

This time, I laughed and shook my head as he took a step closer, letting his arms fall on each sides of him. He frowned a bit and bent down slightly to look at me before bringing one of his hands up again. My heart threatened to get out of my chest when his face was only a few inches away from mine and I couldn't help but think he was about to kiss me again. Instead, I felt my eyes flutter as he brought his thumb right under my eye, on my cheekbone.

"You're got some blue paint here." he whispered before wiping it slowly.

I felt disappointed that I couldn't feel his lips on mine again, but the way he had touched me made me feel a bit dizzy and my lips parted.

"Thank you." I breathed out, staring at him.

"Don't thank me." he chuckled. " I think I made it worse."

I chuckled too and licked my lips before pressing them together. "Look, Niall, about last night."

"Dev, I need to go, okay? I'll see you soon."

"Wait, Niall!" I let out, taking a step closer as he took one back. "I just-"

"Sorry!"

He turned around and started jogging back to where he came from and I sighed a bit too loud. The truth was, I had no idea what I was going to tell him. That I liked the kiss? That I wanted to kiss him again, and maybe even more? That I actually liked him? That simple thought was ridiculous, no... I would have probably ended up telling him that it was ok, that I knew he regretted it, and that we could pretend it never happened. It was not what I felt, but what else could I tell him?

I could have just gone back to talk to him. After all, I knew exactly where he was and what he was doing, but I decided against it. I couldn't force him to talk to me and maybe it was better this way.

I stood motionless just staring in front of me for a while, until I heard my phone. I grabbed it from my pocket, almost dropping it, and noticed all the blue and black paint on my hands. Now I knew how some of it had ended up on my cheek. I wouldn't admit it out loud, but I was happy it did, if only to have this interaction with Niall.

'Dinner. With me. Tonight.'

I smiled fondly at my phone and quickly typed a reply to Louis.

'How about now? I'm starving.'

He just replied with a thumb up emoji and I walked back to my room, smiling when I saw Louis leaned against my door, hands in his pockets and ankles crossed.

"Hey you!" I just said when I stopped in front of him. "How's your head today?

"Bad. My whole body hurts. It feels like I was ran over by a truck. How are you?"

"I didn't really drink." I admitted with a shrug. "You know, in case you needed someone to bring you back home."

"You needed to be sober to ask Niall for a ride?" he asked with a frown, a smirk gracing his lips.

I raised my nose in a grimace and groaned low, making him laugh. He moved closer and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into a hug. His hoodie was soft and warm and I just closed my eyes, inhaling deeply his scent. It reminded me of how good Niall smelled last night, in my bed, and I felt my heart jump in my chest. I recognized this feeling, and I hated this feeling.

"So, how about chinese food?"

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"Wait, he kissed you?"

We had decided to eat in his room, sitting on the floor, and I thought we would put a movie on but we just ended up talking together. I loved talking with Louis, he was pretty much my only friend here anyway. Hell, he was probably the only friend I had in the whole wide world.

"Mmhm, but then you were sick and he brought you back to your room and spent the night with you." I explained, my eyes locked on the noodles in my bowl at I moved my spoon in it.

Letting all that out was embarrassing but at the same time, I felt like Louis was the only one I could share this with. I was also extremely confused by Niall's behavior and by mine, too. What was I doing exactly? Why did I want to get closer to Niall so bad and why did it matter if he was nice to me or not?

"Ouch, sorry about that." he grimaced before I shrugged. It was not Louis' fault and I would never blame him for it. "Wow, I can't believe he kissed you." Louis added in a low tone before putting way too many noodles in his mouth and chewing. "Never thought he'd make a move so early."

"What?" I asked as my heart skipped a few beats. "Why do you say that?"

He stopped chewing and his eyes met mine as I remained motionless, my lips slightly parted. Did I really hear what I thought I heard?

"Dev, do I have to state the obvious?" he asked, raising his eyebrows as I frowned. "Niall likes you!" he added a bit louder before chuckling. "He's liked you since the first day he met you!"

My frown turned into a smile and I rolled my eyes with a chuckle. "Yea, sure, of course." I let out sarcastically, putting my bowl away and leaning against his bed. "Niall Horan likes me."

The thought was so ridiculous that I laughed a bit more and shook my head.

"He does."

"He's been an ass to me since day one. He's rude to me or ignores me. Just because he kissed me one time doesn't mean he actually has feelings for me."

Louis kept quiet and when I turned my head to look at him, he was staring at me with a smirk on his face, noodles in his fork up in mid-air.

"What?"

"You like him." he pointed out, making me suddenly embarrassed as I frowned again.

"No."

"You fookin' like him!" he repeated, bursting into laughter. "You should see your face!"

"Shut up!"

Louis pushed my upper arm slightly, making me tilt slightly as I groaned. I hated that he said that because I hadn't admitted that to myself just yet. Perhaps, the fact that I liked Niall was very obvious but I just hoped it was not. I didn't even know how to deal with that new feeling and I certainly didn't want anyone to try and analyze how I felt.

"You like him!" he added, making me groan low again before I turned and pushed him gently at my turn.

The cup of noodles slipped out of his hand and ended on my thighs. I let out a short yell and held my breath as the warm liquid soaked my pants and the bottom of my shirt.

"Fuck! I'm sorry!" Louis let out before chuckling again. "Sorry, this is way too funny!"

He got up as I remained still, trying not to make it worse. After a few seconds, he handed me a hoodie and I just stared at it. What would Niall say if I walked back to our room wearing Louis' hoodie? I knew it shouldn't bother me but Niall seemed to get pissed whenever I said something about Louis and I felt like it would make things worse between us.

"Thanks Louis, but I'll just go get changed." I just said, getting up, feeling how drenched my pants were. "It's not like my room was very far."

"Okay, I'll pick a movie while waiting for you, if you want."

"Mmhm, good idea."

I walked out of his room and reached mine with only a few steps and without thinking, I turned the knob and opened the door. Niall was there, completely naked, laying on top of the brunette I remember seeing at the party, the one he had his arm around. They both stopped what they were doing when they noticed me and Niall turned his head to look at me. I suddenly felt nauseous and dazed, so much that I had to hold the knob harder and lean my other hand on the door frame.

I could swear I saw guilt in Niall's eyes but I was probably just dreaming. I blinked a few times, swallowing the tears that threatened to come out. It was so tough to do that it started physically hurting and I just cleared my throat.

"Sorry, I just..."

"Why don't you just get the fuck out?" I heard the brunette yell.

I didn't send her a glance. I just kept looking at Niall, feeling my heart twist so hard in my chest I could swear it had completely broke, and the worse was that he stared back. He was deep inside an other girl and his eyes were on me, and all I could think about was that I hoped my pain was not showing on my face, because I didn't want him to know that I was fucking hurt by the fact that he was shagging an other girl after kissing me less than 24 hours before.

Like an idiot, I waited. I waited for what seemed like an hour, but was probably just about a minute. I waited for him to apologize. I waited for him to tell me it meant nothing, and that it was a mistake. But I waited in vain because after a while, his gaze just dropped, and I decided that I had seen enough. I had waited enough. I didn't know what I was expecting anyway.

"Fuck you."

My voice was low but firm and with those words, I took a step back and closed the door gently.

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