#guys when their gf posts: 🧍‍♂️ vs their homies: 😫🤩🤤🔥‼️🫶

[hyuckwrlds]

could I request a fluffy bf jaehyun joking around with jealous y/n hehe ❤️

>> double tap

wc: 601 what's after like?

“i didn’t know jungwoo was in spain,” you comment absentmindedly, looking over jaehyun’s shoulder as he scrolls through his feed.

he pauses, snorting slightly. “yeah, he told the group chat he was tired of us then booked the next flight out of here.”

you chuckle then, walking around the couch to fall into the space beside him. shifting to rest your head on his shoulder, you watch in silence as he opens up jungwoo’s profile and shows you his past few photos. “seems like he’s having fun though.”

you hum. “yeah, looks like it.”

jaehyun gets back to the most recent post and snickers again at his friend’s smiling face. after a second, he double taps the photo.

you blink, head lifting suddenly. “did you just—”

he meets your gaze. “did i just what?”

“did you just like his photo?”

he laughs; some short airy noise of sheer disbelief while his brows furrow. “yeah? does it matter?”

“no—” you begin, frowning. “well, i mean—you never like my photos.”

he gives you a look, and you're not sure if it’s because he’s judging you or thinking about judging you. you’re suddenly too aware of how ridiculous you sound now. yet another part of you thinks it's fair—in your past three-something years of dating, he’s maybe liked two of your posts. and that was because you made him like them yourself.

“babe,” he says, a hand falling to your thigh in reassurance. “i literally choose the photos you post.”

you let out a breath. “i know, but still.”

a few seconds pass and his lips start to curl into a grin. “c’mon, don’t be like that. tell me you wouldn't like his posts too. look at him. he’s too cute.”

you reach over to smack his leg and he laughs. tossing his phone aside, he wraps his arms around you, a dimpled smile on his face.

“i’m kidding,” he chuckles, squeezing you tight as his head dips into the space between your neck and shoulder. “sorry, i didn’t know you cared so much about a double tap when you're the one dating me.”

“i don’t,” you pout, giving him another soft slap on the back when he pinches your sides. “but are my posts not cute enough to meet your criteria? am i not cute?”

“not when you’re getting jealous over jungwoo.”

“i am not jealous of jungwoo,” you huff, attempting to wrestle him off of you. his grip doesn't lessen and you blame all the time he spends at the gym. “i’m just wondering.”

“sure,” he coos sarcastically, beaming. “but just so you know, i wouldn’t be dating you if you weren’t cute. i love you the most. way more than i do jungwoo.”

he pulls back slightly to look at you and you feel your face burn under his gaze. why you’re suddenly shy, you have no idea. when you turn away, he laughs again.

“see?” he pokes your cheek. “cute.”

flustered from the slight onslaught of attention, you exhale a long breath. “i get it. anyway—”

“anyway,” he parrots teasingly. “you’re the cutest ever and i love you.”

with that, you finally surrender to his hold, leaning your head gently against his. strands of his hair tickle your cheek and all you can think about is how much you love the scent of his conditioner. you feel him press a kiss to your temple.

“i love you too,” you reply, and oh how you mean it.

“sorry i never like your photos,” he says after a moment, reaching for your hand.

“i guess i’m too busy liking you in person.”