#jaehyung fics

[dearly-somber]

tomorrows with you | m.jh

-> pairing. ex-idol!myung jaehyun x female!reader

-> genre. dystopian/post-apocalyptic!au, angst, fluff, s2f2l, (mutual) pining, eventual romance, suggestive near the end

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 5369

-> warnings. gun-violence (esp. at the start of the fic), injury (non-gruesome/ life threatening); very vague worldbuilding; non-idol!Jungkook has been used as a stand-in for Jaehyun’s older brother <3

-> a/n. So, yeah. This fic’s working title was “dystopian!au w/ m.jh”, and then I suddenly got a title idea 🤡. Also, this fic was partially inspired by Civil War (2023). Decent movie, though I’d give a hard tw for anyone with war or gun-related PTSD. Please watch at your discretion <3

-> bnd ficlets, oneshots and series m.list

-> started. May 31st, 2024 @ 20:49

-> fin. Sun., Oct. 13th, 2024 @ 22:06

-> edited. Mon., Oct. 14th, 2024 @ 17:59

-> divider credit. @fairytopea

You dash breathlessly into the large company building, your shoes squeaking against the tile as you hurriedly push through the heavy glass door.

Your chest heaves as you clumsily jump ID-regulated turning-gates, yelping as your knees buckle when another poorly aimed shot whizzes past your shoulder.

You don’t stop to face your pursuers, amping up your speed and making a mad dash for the elevator at the end of the hallway.

You scream at another shot, this time more from the pain of the bullet grazing your shoulder than fear (though that’s a pretty big factor, too).

Skidding to a stop in the elevator, you aggressively mash the Close Doors button, falling to the floor and sobbing with relief when it finally closes and the thumping of bullets against metal momentarily guarantees your safety.

You press a random floor number, trying to gather yourself and push to your feet despite how wobbly your legs feel. You aren’t looking forward to the shoulder-pain waiting for you once the adrenaline wears off…

The elevator doors ding open and you waste no time jogging down the long and winding hallways, the carpeted floors muting the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of your sneakers.

You push the door at the end of the hall open just as you hear men’s voices yelling orders back whence you came, a wave of anxious sweat cascading down your hairline.

You try to quiet your gasping breaths as you shut the door behind you, rushing to get your sneakers off and in your hands so your footsteps on the polished wooden floors don’t alert anyone.

The mirrors are everywhere.

You try hard not to look at yourself—the tangled, frizzy hair and mad look in your eyes is too much for you to handle right now.

Your heart-rate picks up as you begin hyperventilating, the sound of doors being slammed open heightening your senses tenfold—

You turn to the door hidden around the side of the room before the person behind it has it fully open.

His eyes are wide and fearful, shaky hands raised in front of him at the equally afraid look on your face.

Despite the bite of fear in your chest, your first thought is puppy.

The door to the practice room slams open and your muscles tense all over. Right as the guy carrying the gun raises his weapon to shoot at you—

You throw both of your shoes at him as hard as you can, using all your strength to launch yourself at the boy, letting him grab your hand and run with you at full speed through what you think might be a dressing room.

He leads you confidently through doors and down hallways, never once stopping to look behind him, an iron grip on your hand.

You wonder if he used to work here and hope you’ll live long enough to ask.

He stops so abruptly you slam headfirst into his back; hard enough for him to grunt and stumble forward.

The men ahead of you turn and immediately raise their weapons to shoot—

Your body moves for you and you yank the boy out of the way just as a shot is fired. Your pulse is deafening in your ears as he course-corrects and leads you down a different hall. Panting as the two of you come up on a metal door with a fire-escape sign flashing dimly above it, the boy hurriedly pushes it open and pulls you into the stairwell before shutting the door behind him.

You’re sweating in places you didn’t know you could sweat, and the brief glance you get at the boy’s face before he’s dragging you determinedly down the stairs tells you he’s not faring much better.

“I can’t—” you wheeze, trying to pull away from him as you lean against the railings, tears prickling your eyes and legs shaking with every step you take.

“You can,” the boy pants, tugging you along.

“I can’t—”

“Shut up!” he yells, his grip on your wrist tightening as he shoulders open a different metal door.

You’re wheezing with every step, blood rushing to your head.

Before he can fully turn the corner, a shower of bullets goes flying into the wall, spraying plaster all over the carpets.

“We found ‘em!”

“Go, go, go!” The boy shoves you ahead of him, the two of you running at full speed. You stumble over your feet and he grabs your hand to pull you into another practice room, this one much larger than the first:

Much larger, completely empty, and with nowhere to run.

“This is a dead end—!” you yell, frantically trying to yank your arm out of his iron-grip—if you can get out fast enough you can leave before they catch up—

“Shh,” he quiets you hurriedly as he pushes at a piece of wall that miraculously parts into what you belatedly realize is a hidden closet.

He rushes inside and pulls you in so forcefully you feel an ache in your shoulder, pummeling into his chest and trying to recover from all the running as he flips the panel back and you’re plummeted into darkness.

Your breathing feels heavy and ragged as the two of you stand chest to chest in the small space, your hands shaking as you wait for the group of men to find you.

You try desperately to breathe through your nose as the stranger’s heart beats against your cheek, his chest heaving as he huffs breaths in through his mouth.

Afraid that you might be heard, you reach up to press his mouth shut and tap the side of his nose, shaking your head with a look you hope he understands. Surprisingly, he does, his breath no longer hammering down against the top of your head as he forces himself to breathe through his nose.

The door to the practice room smacks open and the two of you tangibly jump against one another, your shoulders tensing in anticipation.

“Rats,” a male voice hisses. “You fuckers are terrible shots for letting her get away like that.”

“Not our fault the girl moves like a fucking rabbit,” someone else snaps, the sound of his gun shifting against his back sending a shiver down your spine. “Fucking zig-zagging all over the fucking place.”

“Yeah, well, now she’s been picked up by someone who knows his way around. We could’ve gotten her so easy if you’d just aimed—”

Your knees knock together at the men’s conversation, taking another step toward the boy to press the two of you right up against the back of the closet in an effort to distance yourself from the people on the other side of the wall.

The boy’s hands wrap firmly around your forearms (to hold you still or hold you up, you can’t tell).

“Yah!” A deeper voice than before calls. “Stop fucking around and forget the girl. If we catch the guy, he can tell us where the valuables are.”

Your eyes widen fearfully, on the verge of an anxiety attack when you’re caught off guard by the boy in the closet shoving his face into your shoulder (you have to bite on your tongue at the shot of pain that ricochets down your arm), holding you against his chest like his life depends on it.

You try to push him away by his shoulders but come to a standstill when you feel the heat of his tears against your shirt.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers desperately against your shirt, his voice right by your ear.

Too afraid to soothe him verbally, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and squeeze.

“Forget it,” the first voice says, the sound of his gun making you hold onto your companion tighter. “They’re not here, Gunwook. Let’s go.”

“He’s right,” the second says. “We need to keep moving.”

Gunwook lets out an exasperated sigh. “Fine.”

You keep your arms tight around the boy as you listen for their retreating footsteps, unable to comfortably relax without being certain that it’s not some sick trick meant to lure you out of hiding.

It feels like hours before the two of you finally leave the closet, loud sighs of relief exiting your lungs when you realize that you’ve survived.

You look across the room at the boy who risked his life to save yours, his eyes glossy with a fresh set of tears…

… and it takes less than a second for you to start crying.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“Jaehyun-ah!”

“어?“

“C’mere!”

You’re browsing through the racks of one of the many Everland memorabilia stores, your last stop in the city before you and Jaehyun start the long drive into the countryside.

“What is it?” Jaehyun asks, his boba eyes sparkling curiously. His hair’s gotten a lot longer since you first met: it blankets and curls around the back of his neck in fluffy tufts which make his eyes seem bigger and more puppy-like.

You break into a smile as you take the puppy-ear band from the shelf to stick it atop his head, giggling fondly when you pull back to look at him.

“What,” he deadpans, a small smile pulling defiantly at the corner of his lips. “You think it’s funny?“

You giggle, bowing with the weight of your joy. The faux fur atop his head is nearly the exact same color as his hair. “It looks good!”

He shakes his head with a fond smile, reaching up to take them off but stopping when you whine and hold his wrist.

“Don’t,” you pout.

He makes a move to pull them off again, but you tug his wrist back with another over-exaggerated whine.

He gives in, dropping his hand with a fond but defeated smile. His eyes scan the rack for more headbands and sparkle a little when he spots a certain pair in particular.

He takes it off the rack and places it delicately on your head, tenderly positioning the ears so one is slightly bent before he pulls away with a satisfied smile, petting your hair. “Bunny.”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head at him as he continues to faff with your hair before eventually letting his hand hang by his side.

“Are you ready to go?”

You look around: plushies lay dirtied and torn on the floor with entire shelves fallen over, glass jars previously filled with sweets strewn broken and empty around the looted tills.

“Yeah.” You choose to focus on Jaehyun’s face rather than the chaos around you. “I’m ready.”

It’s a much nicer sight.

He nods, holding his hand out for you to take before walking with you to where you left the car in a small spot of shade near the entrance.

You let go of Jaehyun’s hand to jog around to the passenger side as he climbs into the driver’s seat, starting the car as you buckle in, briefly turning around to double check that your bags are still sitting nice and snug on the backseats.

Assured that you haven’t lost your limited stash of supplies, you turn back around with a grunt, crossing your arms and leaning back to stare out the window as Jaehyun takes off.

“You don’t need the bathroom, right?”

“No,” you say. “I’ll be fine for the next while, I think.”

He nods, taking one hand off the wheel to reach into the center console. You watch curiously as he pulls out a black case of some sort, holding it out to you with his eyes still fixated on the road.

“What’s this?” you ask, turning it around in your hands and unzipping it while sitting straighter in your chair.

“CDs.”

You look at him with bright eyes. “Really?!”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “I found it in one of the drawers in that house we looted last night.”

“And you’re only telling me now?” you gasp, laughing and good-naturedly touching his arm when he shakes his head at you.

“A lot of them were pretty badly scratched,” he explains.

He takes his eyes off the road to make eye contact with you. “I didn’t wanna mention it and then not be able to play it.”

You stare at each other for a moment before he clears his throat again and turns his attention back to the road; always trying to put on a tough act despite being the sweetest person you know.

You smile softly and poke his cheek in thanks, flipping through the CDs until you find the perfect one.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“Let’s stop here for the night,” Jaehyun says, apologizing under his breath for accidentally frightening you as he turns into a different lane.

You sit up straighter, trying to calm your startled heart as you stretch your arms and legs.

As Jaehyun pulls into the taxi lane on the side of the road, you notice his eyes drooping and how it takes him longer than usual to park the car.

“You must be exhausted,” you mumble.

Jaehyun pulls on the handbrake, leaning back against his seat with closed eyes and a sigh. “It’s fine.”

“We should’ve rotated.”

“It’s fine, Y/N.”

You sigh, slowly leaning back in your seat. You look out your window at the yellow-orange sky, feeling weirdly nostalgic for the time before.

“Why were you in the building that day?”

“Hm?”

You face Jaehyun expectantly.

He’s adjusted his seat so he’s lying down, his eyes closed and likely on the verge of sleep.

You stare at his side profile since you can’t stare at his eyes, waiting for a response. “The building, on the day we met. Why were you there?”

For a while he says nothing, but eventually he speaks.

“I worked there.”

“Doing what?”

He scoffs, the corner of his lips rising in a half-smile you haven’t seen since you left Everland. “I was an idol.”

“What?!” You sit up straight in your seat, your jaw hanging loose from its hinges.

“Yeah,” he laughs, still with his eyes closed.

You grin. “Were you famous?”

Jaehyun snorts, slowly opening his eyes to give you the full effect of the humored smile on his face. “No, I don’t think so. We were still rookies when the world went to shit.”

“Oh,” you pause… “We?”

Jaehyun’s eyes seem to lose their light almost as quickly as you managed to flick them on, dimming and dimming until they’re back to the defeated muddy-brown you’re used to.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he whispers, staring at a spot past your shoulder with a veiled look.

“I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head and heaves a sigh, laying back down with his eyes closed and his arms crossed over his chest.

“We should get some sleep,” he says.

You nod even though he can’t see, turning onto your side.

But, even after you’ve settled in and settled down, you find yourself struggling to fall asleep. Now that no one is talking and the engine is off, you’re starting to hear a light buzz in your ears, every snap of a twig or rustle of a branch making your heart race.

It’s too quiet without any of the sounds you’ve gotten used to. No sounds of people leaving home to work the night shift, no sounds of dogs barking at police-sirens three blocks away… only the sound of your slow breathing and the wind howling outside your partially open window.

You breathe a shaky sigh and turn your back to the door, ignoring the uncomfortable tug in your stomach at leaving yourself so exposed.

Your eyes are well-adjusted to the dark, so you easily make out Jaehyun’s silhouette. You shuffle closer and release a nervous breath.

“Jaehyun—?”

He wakes with a surprised whine, groaning when he sees it’s just you. He stretches his legs and arches his back off the seat with his eyes half-closed. “Y/N…?”

“Sorry.“ You bite your lip and play with your fingers. “I just… I… can’t sleep.”

Jaehyun stares at you, blinking slowly as he wakes up. You can’t make out what he’s thinking, so you sit in the silence while you wait for him to… to what?

What were you expecting?

You watch dazedly as he suddenly jacks his seat further back, leaning back and holding his palm out to you over the center console.

“Here,” he says.

You look at his hand, then his face, then his hand again.

“Just take it.”

Slowly you take his hand, naturally following his (mostly) non-verbal instructions as he guides you across the center console and into his lap, your legs astride his hips and your hands curled up against his sides.

He tucks your head under his chin. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest, aware of each rise and fall of his rib cage as he inhales and exhales against the top of your head.

“Good?” he asks, clasping his hands high enough around the small of your back to be considered respectful, but low enough for it to feel decidedly intimate.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, wondering if your breath against his neck makes his heart beat as fast as his breath against your hair does.

“Thank you,” you whisper, warm all over and already succumbing to sleep.

Jaehyun says nothing. Instead, he presses his lips to the crown of your head, whispering something into your hair you can’t make out, and you fall asleep to the sound of rhythmic breathing and the soft pitter-patter of his heart against yours.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

“You know how to jump a fence?” Jaehyun asks skeptically.

“Sure.” You shrug. “How hard can it be?”

Hard enough for you to roll your ankle, apparently.

Jaehyun is crouched in front of you, gently cradling your throbbing ankle in his hands as he shares a concerned look with you from behind his bangs.

You smile through your pain and reach out to touch his hands. “It’s not too bad,” you lie, even though the furrow in his brow tells you he doesn’t buy it. “C’mon, help me up.”

Jaehyun bites his lip as he contemplates, heaving a sigh before he stands and lifts you up. He wraps your arm around his shoulders and his around your waist, patiently guiding you to the grocery store.

How he managed to jump the fence without suffering your same fate remains a mystery.

“Earth to Y/N?”

“Huh?”

Jaehyun laughs as he sets you down by the register, fondly shaking his head and grabbing a basket from the front of the store. “I’m gonna grab some stuff and see if they have anything we can wrap around your foot.”

“Let me help.”

“You’re injured.”

“Jaehyun,” you whine.

“Y/N.” He gives you a deadpan look. “You can’t hop around the store. Just… wait here, okay? I won’t be long.”

You pout and cross your arms like a child, reluctantly huffing your agreement. His sympathetic shoulder-touch is enough of a consolation for you not to bitch and moan about it, even though you don’t stop pouting.

You watch from the register as Jaehyun moves through the different aisles, wandering from shelf-to-shelf with a concentrated furrow in his brow.

It’s almost… domestic.

You wonder what coming to the store with him would have been like before the country went to shit, easily slipping into your world-before daydream.

You’d have arrived in his car, probably wearing matching shirts—he seemed like the kind of guy to want to do that, you think. You would’ve walked through the doors holding hands, bowing at the cashier with dopey smiles on your faces... You’d probably argue about which piece of meat you’d want to buy for the upcoming family barbecue, and then, after agreeing to a game of Rock Paper Scissors, Jaehyun would pout and whine when he lost…

“Look what I found!”

You jump, loudly clearing your throat as Jaehyun approaches again holding a thick roll of bandaid in his free hand. He sets a blue basket down and crouches in front of you.

“What were you daydreaming about?” he asks conversationally, gently removing your sock (and apologizing under his breath when you wince away,) so he can start wrapping your foot.

“Nothing,” you deflect a little too quickly, nervously avoiding his gaze when he tries to meet your eyes. “I was just spacing out.”

“Yeah…” he mumbles, totally not believing you.

You clear your throat. “You found a lot of stuff.”

“Yeah.” Jaehyun briefly glances at the nearly overflowing basket beside him as he finishes up your foot-wrap, groaning a little when he stands. “It might be because we’re so far away from the city. Maybe the people here weren’t as worried about supplies as the rest of us.” He grabs the basket and hoists you up by the waist.

“Maybe,” you agree, hopping along as fast as you can, occasionally taking breaks to lean against Jaehyun until you finally make it back to the car.

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” you ask as you buckle in. “I feel like we’ve been driving for years.”

“It’s a little late to ask that now,” he laughs, setting the basket next to and on top of the rest of the supplies you’ve collected in the trunk of the car. “But, yeah, I’m sure. My grandma used to live out this way.”

“Oh.” Your eyes widen. “I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah.” There’s a moment of silence. “We came out once every three or four weeks, I think. She died my freshman year of high school.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, reaching over the center console to squeeze his hand.

Jaehyun shakes his head. When you try to move away, he holds your hand in his lap.

“How about you?” he asks as he clears his throat. “Did you have any family outside the city?”

“Not… really?”

He frowns. “How do you mean?”

“Well,” you start, “my parents are divorced, so I moved to the city with my dad while my mom stayed out in the countryside with her family. I didn’t really see them much, and when I did it wasn’t super pleasant.”

“Ah…” This time Jaehyun squeezes your hand, his thumb rubbing light circles against your knuckles. “I’m sorry.”

You shrug. “It is what it is. I don’t even know if any of them are still alive,” you laugh bleakly.

Jaehyun smiles sadly, but says nothing else.

You sigh, leaning back against the chair with closed eyes. “Wake me up when we get there?”

“‘Course.”

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

It’s been a crazy couple of hours.

When you got to Jaehyun’s gran’s house (you hadn’t even considered that was where he was taking you), you were met with his family.

His mom, his dad, his older brother… they were all there. You’d watched the reunion mostly from inside the car because Jae’s parents had come out of the house as he was coming around to help you, so you had no idea what words had been exchanged.

They’d all wrapped around each other and when Jaehyun remembered you were still in the car (you’d opened the car door and started maneuvering yourself outside), he jogged to you, his face red and tears still flowing down his cheeks in waves.

“Jaehyun…”

He cried harder at your soft tone, and you pushed yourself to standing so you could wrap a hand around the back of his neck, guiding his head to your shoulder. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you against his chest as he sniffled and cried. You petted his hair and whispered assurances into his shoulder, telling him that it was okay and they were all safe and you’re finally together again.

“Y/N, darling, is something wrong?”

You snap out of your thoughts, hurriedly bringing the spoonful of chicken soup to your lips to appease the questioning eyes suddenly trained on you.

“The food is great, Mrs. Myung, thank you.” You smile as you bring another spoonful to your lips. Jaehyun is sitting next to you, his smile slowly returning to his face as he looks lovingly at all his family members spread out across the dining room table.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Mrs. Myung waves off, a smile on her face. “I’m just glad you’re finally getting some proper food in you. I can’t believe you guys have been living off of canned beans and raw noodles for the last… god knows how long!” She shook her head with an exaggerated shiver, very motherly, and you laughed awkwardly to dispel the strange tension in your shoulders.

“We’ve been doing our best with what we have,” Jaehyun says, gently so as not to accidentally hurt his mother’s feelings, though you wonder how much he’s told them about your situation. Do they even know how you guys met?

“So,” Jungkook starts. You straighten your back and sit with your hands in your lap, nervously swallowing down your soup. Jaehyun’s older brother is almost nothing like him. He’s tall, has a full sleeve of tattoos, several piercings and hasn’t exactly been the most welcoming presence since their reunion earlier that evening.

“How did you two meet?”

So Jaehyun hadn’t told them everything.

“Oh, uh…” Jaehyun searches your face, probably hesitant to talk about something neither of you had really spoken about since it’s happening. Especially considering the… less-than-ideal circumstances.

You clear your throat. Despite not really wanting to relive any of that, you do want Jaehyun’s family to like you. So you put on what you hope is a friendly smile and tell them about what happened.

“I was being chased by a rogue group,” you say simply, ignoring Jungkook’s sympathetic frown and the widened eyes on his parents’ face. “I don’t know what they were going to do with me, but I ran into Jaehyun’s old company building and he found me and helped me escape.”

“That’s terrible…” Jaehyun’s mom sympathizes, reaching across the table to squeeze her son’s hand. He squeezes it back before pulling away.

“It’s over now.” Jaehyun says, smiling softly at you and reaching under the table to hold your hand.

“What happened to the boys?” Jungkook asks with a concerned frown. “Were you separated?”

Jaehyun’s grip on your hand tightens, his face paling so suddenly you can’t help but worry he’s about to pass out.

Jaehyun swallows and shakes his head.

“Jaehyun—”

He pushes up from the chair hard enough the legs screech against the floors, effectively cutting Jungkook off. “Thank you for the food, Eomma, but Y/N and I should probably get to bed. We’ve had a long day.”

“Jaehyun,” his dad says gently.

“C’mon, Y/N.”

You push out of your chair and fall into Jaehyun’s side, his arm around your shoulder and yours around his waist as he helps you hobble towards what you assume must be the guest bedroom.

You say nothing as he sets you on the side of the bed to remove your socks for you, glossy-eyed and frowning.

You bite your lip nervously, hesitant to say anything that might make him even more upset than he already is, but you have a feeling if you don’t say anything at all, things might turn out even worse, so you clear your throat and start off small.

“Where are you sleeping tonight?” you ask, watching him walk around to the other side of the bed.

“Here.”

“Here?”

“Yeah.” Jaehyun hesitantly sits on the edge of the bed, searching your face for signs of discomfort. “Why? Do you not want me to?”

“No—I mean, I don’t mind.” You pray he can’t tell how flustered this conversation makes you. “I just… I guess I assumed you’d go to the room with your brother.”

“I don’t…” Jaehyun sighs, raking his fingers through his hair as he sits back against the headboard, your legs touching. “I can’t deal with him right now.”

You bite your lip. “Do you… wanna talk about it?”

Jaehyun looks at you for a bit before shaking his head. “I don’t know. I missed them, of course I did, and I couldn’t be happier that they’re all alive and well and here.”

You carefully cross your legs and turn so your whole body is facing him. “But…?”

He follows suit and turns to face you, grabbing your hands so he can play with your fingers. “But… I just… I can’t deal with it all right now. The whiplash of them being alive, of us being reunited when…”

He inhales sharply, holding your hands a little tighter. “When they’re— they’re not here—”

Jaehyun breaks down, bowing his head as his shoulders shake with tears. Your heart aches for him as you maneuver yourself in a way that lets you get closer to him without putting your ankle at risk, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him close.

You pat his back as he cries into your shoulder, eventually pulling away to hold his face and wipe his tears away with your thumbs.

“We got— got separated and they, I don’t know how it happened but they got— got cornered and I didn’t do anything because I— I was frozen and I didn’t do anything and now— and now they’re all dead—”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Yes it is!” he sobs, his breath stuttering in his chest as he grips your wrists, holding your hands against his cheeks like they’re his lifeline. “I could’ve done something, I might’ve saved them if only I’d done something—”

“Jaehyun, look at me.”

He makes a noise of a wounded animal, and your heart clenches uncomfortably in your chest as you wipe your thumbs under his eyes. “You couldn’t have saved them in the state you were in. The only thing that would’ve happened is you would’ve died with them—”

“That would’ve been better than this—”

“No. Don’t say that.” You exhale shakily, annoyed at yourself for getting emotional when you’re trying so hard to be strong for him. “If you were dead what would have happened to me, Jaehyun? You wouldn’t have reunited with your family. Don’t say that.”

He whines again, shaking his head. “I just… I miss them,” he sobs, “I miss them so— so much and I wish they could’ve b-been here to meet— to meet you. Woonhakie” — he gasps like he’s out of breath— “Woonhakie would’ve loved you,” he wails, curling in on himself.

You hush him again, fighting back your own tears as you bring him back to your chest. You let him cry it out as you rub comforting circles on his back…

•••

You don’t know how long you both sit there, but when it’s done you’re emotionally exhausted and your foot is aching.

You and Jaehyun lay curled up against each other, closer than you’ve ever been before. Your heart pounds against your chest at the proximity, and you find yourself falling more in love with his scent every time you inhale against his neck.

“Y/N?”

“Mm?”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Those things I said.” He swallows, his thumbs drawing pictures against your shoulders. “I’m glad I got to save you. I—“

“I know,” you assure him quietly, feeling your head get heavier. “They were like family to you. It’s a lot to deal with.”

“Still. I don’t want you to think I regret living.”

You can’t tell if it’s the closeness or mental exhaustion of the last month catching up on you, but whatever it is it gives you enough confidence to turn your head and kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Jaehyun. I’m glad we stayed alive long enough to know each other.”

He tenses up ever so slightly before nuzzling deeper into your shoulder. “Me too…

“And Y/N?”

“Mm?” you mumble, eyes already closed.

“I think I love you,” he whispers. “I know it’s sudden and maybe it’s not the right time, but I— I’ve actually felt this way for a while but I didn’t want to ruin everything or scare you off, or—“

“Jaehyun-ah.”

He swallows hard. “Mm?”

“I love you too. Now try to get some sleep, will you? Tomorrow’s going to be a really long day.”

Jaehyun stills as he takes in what you said, and then he turns his face into your neck and shakily inhales, holding you tighter than ever before.

“Y/N?”

“Mm?”

“I can’t wait to spend my tomorrows with you.”

[scarletwinterxx]

sit down with jeong jaehyun

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The scene starts with two vacant chairs in front of the camera. Then two people walk in, sitting right next to each other.

"Okay, welcome. Can you introduce yourselves please" someone from behind the camera says

Your partner gestures for you to go first, "Hi I'm Jeong Y/N, 25"

"Hello, I'm Jeong Jaehyun, 26"

:Your last names are both Jeong?

The two of you chuckle, not the first time hearing this question "Mhm, but we're not related in any way. Don't worry" Jaehyun says

: So what are you to each other?

"I'm his girlfriend" you smile, so does Jaehyun.

"I'm her boyfriend"

: How long have the two of you been together?

"5 years"

"7 years"

The two of you answer differently, making you turn to look at each other. "That doesn't count" you tell him but Jaehyun shakes his head

"It does, it's been 7 years baby" he says

"We were on a break" you remind him, he gives you the stare so you turn to look at the camera again to change your answer

"We've been together for 7 years"

The person behind the camera chuckles

: You said you were on a break, what happened then?

"We kind of broke up for over a year, life happened and things got hectic. We decided mutually to end it" you explained

: How did the two of you got back together?

This time Jaehyun answers, recalling the memory

"We have the same circle of friends so we still saw each other sometimes, but this one time we went to dinner and we started talking again. It felt right. I realized how much I missed her and I wanted to give us another chance so I pursued her again" he looks over at you

"He saw flowers outside the restaurant and bought it, he gave it to me and now we're here. We haven't been apart since then" you finish

: How did the two of you meet?

"We met way back in middle school, he was one of the popular guys. All the girls in our grade had a crush on his and would give him their valentine favors. I really didn't think I had a chance" you chuckled, feeling your boyfriend's gaze on the side of your face

"I always get so many chocolates and valentines letter in my locker, but one year I got a whole cake with a small note greeting me a happy birthday" Jaehyun says

"That was me" you say with a big smile. You feel Jaehyun's hand take yours, then he kisses the back of your hand.

: Who liked who first?"

"I guess I did. I wasn't immune to his charms back then. I didn't expect he would notice me too"

"What do you mean? I knew who you were. I was the one who confessed first"

"Yeah because your ears would always turn red when we talked, you got busted" you tease him, giving his ear a playful tug

: What's one thing you love about your significant other?

Jaehyun answers first with no hesitation, "I love how she lets me be me. I feel the most complete with her. We broke up before so we can both learn and grow more, and we did. But me with her is the best version of me I can be"

You listen to his words, feeling all the emotions. Smiling at your boy before turning back to the camera

"I love his jokes" you hear him laugh from beside you

"Not everyone will get it. You can tell the exact moment he makes a joke in his head before he says it out loud, half of the time it's not even that funny but to me it always is. I just love his humor, I guess"

"I think you just love me a lot" he tells you, you roll your eyes at him

: Who said I love you first?

"He did, but technically I did. He said I said it in my sleep but he never told me about it until after a few years. But he's the one who said with both of us conscious" you chuckle

"She was so tired that day, we went back to my place and was just cuddling on my bed. I asked her if she was tired and wanted to sleep, she tucked herself on my side telling me to wake her up in an hour then she suddenly mumbled I love you. I thought I was hallucinating but I couldn't stop smiling after that. I said I love you to her not long after that, on the same bed while we were cuddling"

"Just cuddling" you clarified, earning a laugh from the staff

: Where do you see yourself in 5 or 10 years?

"Honestly, settled down with a family of my own"

"Of our own, baby" Jaehyun interrupts you, fighting the smile off of your face

"Settled down with a family of our own. I want to have kids, I love babies so it's definitely something I look forward to in the future"

Jaehyun listens to you, in his head he's already naming your two kids. He can't stop the smile on his face

"How about you, love?" you ask him, breaking him out if his thoughts

"Married to you, with two kids. I'm actually thinking of their names right now"

"Shut up" you laugh out loud, hitting him playfully on the arm

: What would you say is the secret to a long lasting relationship like yours?

"The truth is, it's not always smooth sailing. You will have fights, disagreements and arguments somewhere along the way and that's okay. That means the two of you are learning, growing up together. What's important is learning how to resolve it together, listen to each other and understand each other's side" you answer

Jaehyun nods in agreement.

"Be your partner's friend. It's important to tell them when something's not right, when something upsets you, when something bothers you. You don't always have to coddle them, appease them. Be each other's voice of reason. Of course always love and respect each othe" he says

: Okay, that's all. Thank you so much for sharing your time and your story with us, Mr. and Ms. Jeong. Anything else you want to say?

You shake your head, "Thank you everyone for your hardwork, thanks for having us" you say, then you look over at your boyfriend.

It was quick but you caught the cheeky smile on his face, and it meant one thing.

"Oh gosh he's about say something either really cheesy or really corny, just wait" you tell the staff and the camera

"Thanks everyone for having us, next time when we come back we'll be Mr. and Mrs. Jeong" he says with a big smile

"Okay see, I knew he was going to say something. That's it, valentine boy we're done here. Thank you!"

AND CUT

[shibuinni3]

Sonho de Chuveiro

07/05/24; Capa para uso pessoal

Park Jaehyung e Park Sungjin, Day6.

nota: Eu deveria começar a fazer notas? Nao sei. Eu tinha uma ideia muito mais pica na minha cabeça, até porque esse plot eu tenho guardado há uns bons meses, mas... infelizmente eu tive a ideia com o queridíssimo PARK SUNGJIN, que se você ver as canela desse homem é a coisa mais inapropriada existente (e eu precisava de uma foto dele bem praiano, e olha que nem o Jae tá praiano, e ele sempre tá bem pelado... Enfim, só queria comentar esse surto de ódio

[skzhua]

SKZHUA'S fics recommendations

~ : personal favourites

I’ll keep updating this list as I keep reading. Props to all the writers here for their amazing work, you’re doing great.

Mainly Kpop (mainly Stray kids, mainly Hyunjin and Han)

WARNING: Some of these are 18+ so please look at the warnings before reading.

Stray Kids

Bang Chan

Lee Know

Hyunjin

Han

Felix

Day6

Jae

~ Now or Never by @noona-clock (series, 10 parts) COMPLETE

genre: College!AU, best friend to lovers.

Someone Real by @prettywordsyouleft (series, 7 parts) COMPLETE

romance / fluff / angst / fake dating + fwb au / neighbours to lovers au.

The Warmth Provided by @you-did-well-moon (series, 3 parts) COMPLETE

fluff, angst, crack, college au, friends to lovers au.

NCT

Jaemin

campfire glow by @cinanamon | 8.7k words

fluff, camp counselor!au, enemies to lovers!au.

[just-some-random-blogger]

kpop masterlist

🍓 = fluff themes

❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

back to main masterlist

A.C.E.

Memory | 🍓❄️🦕 Kim Byeongkwan x Reader + Park Junhee x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

Ateez

Only One | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🦕 CEO!Choi San x Reader

BigBang

It’s An Act [WBU I] | ❄️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

Smoke | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

BTS

Runaway | 🍓❄️🏩 Mafia!Kim Seokjin (Jin) x Reader (Mafia AU) Preview 1 2 3 4 x

Mah Boyfriend | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🦕 Jung Jungkook x Idol!Reader

BTOB

Hidden Heart | 🍓🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🚀🍳 Lee Minhyuk (HUTA) x Idol!Reader [Headcanon]

Day6

A University Dilemma | 🤸‍♀️ Kang Younghyun (Young-K) x Reader (Univeristy AU)

What A Joke | ❄️ Kang Younghyun (Young K) x Reader + Park Jaehyung x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

So... Haha... I Like You | 🍓🦕 Park Jaehyung x Reader (Fake Dating AU)

EXO

Wheel Of Fortune | 🍓🍳🚀 Park Chanyeol x Reader [Headcanon]

Welcome To The Jungle | 🚀🚀🚀🏩 Park Chanyeol & Oh Sehun (Jungle AU)

Maybe We Still Have A Shot [WBU III] | 🍓🍓🏩 CatHybid!Oh Sehun x Reader (University AU)

Unrequited Attraction | 🚧🏩🍳🦕 Mafia!Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Retail Worker!Reader

Color Palette | 🍓 Byun Baekhyun x Reader [Blurb]

Brown Leaves | 🍓 Kim Jongin (Kai) x Reader (University AU)

GOT7

One Million In One Day | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🍳 Sugar Daddy!Jackson Wang x Reader Preview ~ Alternate Moodboard ~ Moodboard Teaser  1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 

Car Rides | 🍓 Jackson Wang x Reader [Blurb]

Juice Box | 🍓🚀🏩🦕 Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam x Reader [Blurb] (Pre-Schooler AU)

Somewhere In Between | ❄️❄️Civil Engineer!Park Jinyoung x Reader + Architect!Henry Lau x Reader

Trading Secrets | 🍓🍓 Kim Yugyeom x WangSis!Reader

JYJ

Winning Losses | ❄️ Kim Jaejoong x Idol!Reader

Monsta X

Introspect | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Jooheon x Reader [Blurb]

Letting Off Steam | 🤸‍♀️ Lee Hoseok (Wonho) x ArtStudent!Reader (University AU)

NCT

Seventeen

December Dates | 🍓🚀 bf!Seventeen x Reader [Headcanon]

The Stroke Of Midnight | 🍓❄️🏩🦕 Mafia!Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader

Here's My Problem: I Can't Get You Out Of My Head | ❄️❄️❄️🎩🎩🎩🏩🍳🦕 Detective!Jeon Wonwoo x Actress!Reader

10 Ways To Get Over Gyu | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🍳🦕 Kim Mingyu x Reader + others (Childhood AU)

Half Of My Heart | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳 Kim Mingyu x Reader + Jeon Wonwoo x Reader (CEO AU)

On A Thread | ❄️❄️ CEO!Joshua Hong (Hong Jisoo) x Nurse!Reader

SF9

A Final Offering | 🍓🍓❄️🏩🦕 Deity!Kim Inseong & Child!Reader + Baek Juho (Zuho) x Mom  

What Does It Mean? | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️ Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader (University AU) 

16th Floor | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Reader (Office AU)

SHINee

Understand This |❄️ Choi Minho x Reader I Don’t Understand [Understand This II] | ❄️ Choi Minho x Reader

It’s All A Big Joke [WBU II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Th-that’s Not | ❄️❄️🚧🦕 Lee Taemin x Reader Regrets [Th-that’s Not II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Angel Bride | ❄️🚧🏩🦕 Pirate!Lee Taemin x Reader

Noona, You're So Pretty | 🍓 Lee Taemin x Noona!Reader

Stray Kids

Professional Boundaries | 🍓❄️🚧🦕 CEO!Bang Chan x Pre-School Teacher!Reader + CEO!Hwang Hyunjin x Pre-School Teacher!Reader 1 2 3 4 

Bootylicious | 🍓🚀 Bang Chan x Idol!Reader

Super Junior

The Soup | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 SuJu x SuJu Maknae!Reader [Headcanon]

Secrets Of A Maknae | 🍓🚀🚀 Kim Heechul x SuJuMaknae!Reader

The Boyz

Gentle With Me | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Sangyeon x Reader

TVXQ!

Pitter-Patter | 🍓 Jung Yunho (U-Know) x Reader (Pre-School Teacher AU)

The Art Of Deception | ❄️🎩🏩 Shim Changmin x Reader (Secret Agent/Spy AU)

TXT

Forget About It | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳🦕 Choi Soobin x Reader (University AU)  

WINNER

I’m Not Playing | 🍓❄️❄️ Gangster!Song Minho (Mino) x Reader 1 2 3 

[jhope-seok]

Nights We Don’t Remember

Disclaimer: All of the things mentioned in this story are all works of fiction and have been made up by me, the author.  I did not intend to make anything based on real life, and any coincidences to real life are purely coincidences.

Members: Jae x Reader

Rating: Angsty/Fluff (sorry I tried to do more angst, but I’m awful at it)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol/blacking out, vomit, cursing

Prompts: 11) “Have you ever lied to me?” // 16) “You’re in love with her” // 20) “We need to talk about what happened last night”

Length: 1,668 words

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JaeJae 9:31am Are you awake?

You stare at your phone, the screen as bright as the sun shining through your windows. Your head is pounding and you’re not quite sure how you got home last night, but you roll over onto your back and attempt to type a response without dropping the phone on your face.

Me 9:35am I am now, jackass. What’s up?

JaeJae 9:36am We need to talk about what happened last night. Do you remember last night at all?

“Last night?” you whisper out loud to yourself. Your arms drop to the bed beside you as you try to recall what occurred.

All you can muster up are bits and pieces. You remember he asked you to go to the bar to hang out claiming he missed you, missed hanging out with you all the time. You had agreed, keeping your actual thoughts to yourself that maybe if he didn’t spend so much time with his new “girlfriend” he’d have plenty of time to hang out. But of course his whole plan had been a set up. When you’d gotten to the club, she’d appeared almost magically out of the crowd of people surrounding the bar. He then changed his story, saying how he had actually asked you out because he wanted you to meet her, get to know her, all that bullshit. But after that, you don’t really recollect much of anything.

You just remember drinking a lot of alcohol. Which is now coming back to haunt you as you try to sit up in bed, holding back the urge to throw up as you do so.

Me 9:40am I don’t remember much. Would you care to fill me in?

JaeJae 9:41am You were really drunk. I don’t expect you to remember much.

Me 9:41am Yeah I figured since I can't remember. Jae, what’s up? What did I do?

It’s unlike him to withhold information about your night, especially if you blacked out. The two other times in your life when you blacked out he’d always been the first to call you out on all the dumb stuff you’d done while drunk. So the fact that he was skirting around your question didn’t help the roiling in your stomach. You mind rapid fires through of all of the horrible things you could have said or done as you watch the three little dots appear and disappear on your screen.

You’re expecting a novel from him. Some long winded tale of all of the things you did, all of the things he’d hold above your head for the rest of your life. The response you receive is nothing of the sort. It’s short but powerful enough to make your heart stop for a beat.

JaeJae 9:43am You told me you loved me.

All you can do is stare at your screen, incredulous. You try your hardest to conjure up a memory of doing such a thing, but everything is so hazy. All you can remember are flashing lights, flashes of his face, snippets of words.

"Y/N, stop--" Jae's voice sounds worried in your mind but you're not sure what he asked you to stop doing.

"Jae, I'm--" you struggle to find the end to that sentence. You know you had to have finished it, the rest of the memory lingering at the front of your mind. But your brain is throbbing in your head and the rest of the words slip back into the drunken haze of the previous night.

You fall back onto your pillows and sigh, wondering how you let it slip. Every other time you've gotten drunk with him you've always been able to keep your feelings at bay, even when you blacked out. You made sure for the last two years to keep your feelings under strict lock and key. When you were younger, you were much less careful with your feelings. You flirted with him a lot, allowing yourself to push the boundaries of your friendship, but he always flirted back. But, he never actually showed any signs of reciprocation, never took anything farther than to pull you against him as you watched movies together on the couch, legs intertwining, heartbeats syncing. Those were the quiet moments when you could pretend it was just the two of you in the world. Nothing else mattered, no one else existed.

But last night, you apparently had lost your ability to hold back. It had been hard to watch him these last few months, going on dates with random girls. You'd always been the person he'd run to first when he met someone new. Always eager to tell you about how pretty she was, how amazing she seemed to be. You never failed to smile and nod along as he talked to you about them, but something about the sudden close encounter with one of them must have unlocked your secret, unleashed your inner emotions.

Your phone buzzes again in your hand.

JaeJae 9:46am Have you ever lied to me?

Me 9:46am What?

JaeJae 9:47am Have you ever lied? About liking me.

You're glad you aren't standing face to face with him, hearing these words fall out of his mouth. You can almost hear the disgust in his words through the screen, and you know if you had to hear it directly from the source, you wouldn't be able to hold back the tears you're barely managing to hold in right now.

Me 9:48am Why does it matter?

JaeJae 9:49am Please just answer me, Y/N. It matters.

Me 9:50am Except it doesn't matter. You're in love with her.

Your strength finally fades away, your tears breaking loose from your eyes, spilling over onto your cheeks. You struggle to not scream, knowing it would only anger your neighbors at such an early hour. Instead you settle for throwing your phone across the room, not strong enough to see the last two messages he sends.

JaeJae 9:52am I don't even know her.

JaeJae 9:53am I know you.

Jae knows that he only has one chance to make it right with you. He never expected to hear your true feelings last night, especially when you had been around so many people and the girl he'd been dating. He had been caught off guard when it happened, surprised to hear you admit it so clearly, so openly. He was glad you'd said it, but felt angry he hadn't been able to say it to you sooner. He felt ashamed that he'd tried to quell his own emotions with other women, dating around to try and find in someone else what he'd already found in you. No matter how many dates he'd gone on no one matched you in his eyes.

So when he'd heard you say it, he knew that you were too far gone to remember doing so. He vowed to talk to you about it in the morning but knew that it was more important for him to get you home safely. He'd gotten you a cab, rode home with you, held your hair back as you puked into your kitchen sink, and tucked you into bed when you'd finally felt better enough to lay down. He even cleaned out the mess in your sink so you wouldn't have to deal with it in the morning, and as he'd left your apartment last night he couldn't imagine doing all of this for any of the other women he'd met.

Now, as he stood outside of your apartment, his last text messages gone unanswered, he hoped that you'd take his sudden appearance well. He knocked three times, and took a deep breath as he heard your footsteps approach.

When you heard the knocking at the door you quickly tried to gather yourself. You weren't expecting anyone, but you wipe away whatever tears are left on your face, and take several breaths to steady yourself for your surprise visitor.

You open the door without checking to see who it is first, and when you see Jae standing in front of you, you almost slam the door in his face. Except he is faster, catching the door before you get a chance.

"Y/N,” he tries to explain, his words rushed. "I'm sorry I didn't let you know I was coming. But please, hear me out."

"Jae, I don't care. I know what you're going to say. You're going to tell me that you can't see me anymore because your new girlfriend doesn't want you hanging around your best friend who loves you." You turn away from him and make your way back to you bedroom, ready to get back under the covers forever.

Jae runs around you to stop your path. "Except you don't know." His hands are on your arms, his head leaned down to look you in the eyes. You try your best to avoid eye contact, but when his palm rests against your face you can't help but stare back at him.

"Y/N," he continues. "That girl is just another face in the crowd to me. All of last night, all I could do was watch you even when I was with her. She means nothing to me. You never answered my question. But I'll answer it myself. I have lied to you. I have been lying to you since I met you. The moment I saw your face, I fell for you, and every moment since I have been lying to you and to myself that all I felt for you was just friendly."

"Jae," you try to stop him but he continues.

"But it wasn't. It's never been just friendly. I know you don't remember it, but last night you told me you loved me. And I'm here to say I love you too."

You thought to yourself that you may not have remembered much of last night, but you would never forget this.

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Hostage

Pairings: domagent!jaehyun x f!reader

Synopsis: Getting abducted by your ex for something you weren’t even completely aware of. 

Genre: angst/ smut

Warnings: kidnapping, holding hostage, sexual intercourse, sexual harassment, fingering, use of derogatory terms, use of profanities, mention of gun, mention of, killing, shooting, use of knife, acts of physical violence, overstimulation, denying orgasms

•••

You shivered as the cold wind blew past your face. From the shattered window, a gust of winter wind blew over you. You were sure that your wrists were lined with bracelets of red. The result of having a rope tied around them.

Bang

Your legs gave away the sound of a gunshot and you let yourself move downwards, against the pillar you were tied to. 12 more to go. How long did you have to suffer in this hell of a place? You had asked yourself this the moment you were dragged into the abandoned building. The agents holding you captive had all the power they needed. One word from the guy who led them and you’d have all your heads blown off.

“Are you going to give in now?” a familiar voice boomed a few feet ahead of you.

You dared not look at the face. You sucked in your breath and waited still. Out of the fourteen people that were dragged into this place, two were ministers and the rest were your students back at the university.

The footsteps neared towards where you stood and once again the voice echoed the silent walls, “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? I killed those two men and you’re still not going to give in?”

The grandfather clock at the end of hallway ticked. The silence was weighing you down. You had no choice but to keep quiet, which also meant that you were putting the lives of your students at stake.

You nodded your head sideways.

A sigh escaped the mouth of the man who stood in front of you. He took short steps towards one of your students and pulled them up so they would stand. The rest of the students that were kneeling on the floor whimpered in fear.

“Shut your fucking traps!”

“Leave the girl alone. Don’t touch her or else-“

“Or else, you’ll do what?” He asked as he released the girl, who then fell onto the floor on her trembling thighs. Helpless, because her hands were tied to her back just as yours were, she lay there. The rest of the children only watched in what was a look of pity and fear.

The man grabbed your hair and yanked it back, earning a whimper from you, “Tell me what you’ll do if I kill all the students in this room. Will you then give in and tell me where the goddamn flash drive is?”

“Jaehyun please…” you begged as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

“What?” He spat looking directly into your eyes.

“Don’t do this. Please. Just leave them out of this. I promise I’ll make sure they keep quiet. Just let them go. I promise I’ll stay.”

Letting go of your hair, he stepped back. As if in consideration, he looked at the students and back at you. You watched him in fear, trying to comprehend what exactly was going in that messed up head of his. He squatted, meeting your height. You pulled your folded legs closer to your body, as if to move away from him. Jaehyun noticed this and chuckled.

To test it further, he held a hand out to caress your cheek and you turned your head away from him.

“Now you’re disgusted by me? What happened to the times when you screamed out my bloody name while I fucked you and sucked me dry in your office, huh?”

Blood rushed up to your face and you avoided looking at the faces of your students.

“Did you forget the times-“

“Jeong Jaehyun! Stop it right now. How dare you shamelessly-“

A bruising grip on your face halted your talking. You winced at the pain and looked him in the eyes. He shrugged and harshly took his grasping fingers off your face.

“Okay, you’re still not giving in. I have no other choice but to...” continued Jaehyun as he walked towards the group of students who had their hands tied behind their backs and kept in a line. You watched in shock as he pulled the trigger of his gun and moved it in front of the terrified kids.

The moment he aimed it at the girl he had pulled out earlier, you screamed,

“I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you so just please don’t shoot her.”

A satisfying smirk painted across Jaehyun’s face. As he came over to you and pulled you to your feet, his smug smile disappeared into a thin line. His stone face came into view and you looked at him in utter disgust.

You just couldn’t believe that you’d slept with a man who was scheming against you the day he was aware of your existence. When you had found out about his plan, a text message sent to the wrong person by accident, one that had raised red flags, he was already in action the very next day. After days of avoiding you, he finally abducted you a day ago, alongside your group of 12 students for leverage purposes and two other acquaintances of your father. Your father who had always put his job before his family and life. You bet he wasn’t even aware that you were abducted because of him.

And his bloody flash drive.

A flash drive you were aware of but should have ignored digging deeper. Upon getting to know about the flash drive you had tried asking your father about it. Which is exactly how Jaehyun ended up being ordered to tail you and get close to you. After finally setting up a place to meet up with your father, whom you saw very rarely, you had talked to him about the flash drive. He hadn’t told you much despite your stubborn inquiry, but all he had told you was that the flash drive contained vital information regarding a Supreme Committee leader and that it was kept somewhere safe. By the looks of why Jaehyun needed this flash drive it was clearly visible that he was working under this said leader, whoever that was.

“Speak,” the voice commanded and you broke off from your daze.

The two of you had already arrived at a closed room that seemed like an old interrogation room. You stood still, refusing to sit. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and took out his gun to place it on the table. You looked at it and thought of ways to grab hold of it. Behind your arms, your fingers slowly worked their way through the ropes around your wrists. When he had dragged you here, Jaehyun had removed the rope and retied your wrists together. Which meant that he hadn’t actually tied your wrists properly, or rather they were loosely tied the second time.

“Can you lend me your sweater? It’s cold,” you asked him.

For a brief moment, he paused and then agreed. He raised his arms to pull off the black sweater he was wearing. Right then you ripped out your hands from the rope and grabbed the gun.

The moment you grabbed the gun and pulled the trigger, Jaehyun pulled back the sweater on. He stood up immediately and looked at you. His tongue prodded against the inside of his left cheek as he walked towards you at a slow pace.

“Put that gun down, darling,” he murmured while keeping eye contact with you.

You, on the other hand, held the gun with your trembling hands and tried hard to not let your glassy eyes give you away. It was exhausting in many ways. To be holding a gun towards the man you loved for almost quarter of a year was hard.

Since you didn’t put the gun down, Jaehyun tried a different approach. The approach where he threatened you, “If you shoot me now, there’ll be agents outside who’ll come in and kill you and all those kids outside.”

You thought about the kids outside and fretted a little. If what he was saying was the truth then you were risking innocent lives. Still, you didn’t budge and he clicked his tongue once again before taking a few huge strides towards you. Startled, you lost track of what you were doing as he pulled the gun away from you. Unloading the bullets, he threw the gun to the corner of the room and slapped you across your face.

“I was being nice to you and you took fucking advantage of that?” he asked, his voice laced with fury.

You held your reddened cheek and looked at him with slanted eyes. He looked down at you and you stood up wanting to get back at him for slapping you. He reacted almost immediately as your hand came flying towards his face. He twisted your arm behind you and pushed you to the wall with the mirror.

“What the fuck are you trying on me? We made a deal. I don’t shoot the kids and you tell me where the flash drive is.”

“You made a deal. I. Never. Agreed,” you spat back.

Jaehyun roughly pulled you away from the wall and bent you over the table. He removed his belt and tied your hands behind your back.

“Guess I’d have to fuck your brains out so that you’ll tell me where it is.”

“Don’t touch me with your filthy hands,” you retaliated and he ignored your snide remarks as he continued to assault you while kicking the sides of your feet apart to make the stance of your legs wider.

You uncomfortably shifted at the feeling of a firm dent rubbing against your back. The feeling was all too familiar and you knew what exactly it was, but this wasn’t the right place nor the right time for it.

“Jaehyun, let’s just talk this out. This is clearly sexual harras-”

Before you were able to complete the sentence, your mouth was blocked with a balled-up piece of cloth. Jaehyun grabbed the waist of your dress pants, attempting to pull it down. Underneath him, you thrashed around, in an effort to avoid his filthy actions. But you failed miserably. Jaehyun successfully pulled down your pants alongside your panties. You were now shamefully, bent underneath him, with your lower half exposed to the coldness of the room.

A shudder ran through your body, erupting goosebumps on the smoothness of your skin, when Jaehyun ran his fingers down the middle of your back.

“I’m going to fuck that little bitch attitude of yours out of this place, so you’ll cooperate to my demands and tell me where the motherfucking flash drive is.”

With that, he pushed in a digit to your dripping cunt, curling it inwards and pumping it in and out. Jaehyun menacingly watched as your squirmed underneath his grip. When your thighs started shuddering, he felt you getting closer to your release. Quickly, pulling out his fingers, he smirked when he heard your sniffle at the denied orgasm. He was the first man to touch you back then so he was fully aware of how exactly to turn you on. Once again, he pushed in his digits, this time three at once and watched as you tried your best to silence your moans. Just as he did previously, Jaehyun pumped it in and out at a much faster pace. You whined as he constantly curled in his fingers, hitting the perfect spots inside your warm cavern. Right as you were about to cum, he pulled out his fingers with a smirk on his face.

“You thought I’d let you go that easily?” he asked in a mocking tone as he slipped the balled piece of cloth from your mouth, waiting for an answer from you.

You felt ashamed for being turned on at his torment.

“Jaehyun, let’s talk this out,” you pleaded as tears slipped down your bruised face.

“There’s no talking, Y/N. I need the place. That’s all.”

“I don’t know the place.”

“Don’t fucking lie to my face.”

“I’m telling you the truth,” you tried again. Your attempt to change his mind on letting you go was getting harder, because Jaehyun was acting spiteful and you were not able to knock some sense into him at all.

He nodded his head a couple times, vexed at your behaviour and reached out to unzip his pants. From the upper corner of your vision, you could see a terrorizing smile creep his face. He was enjoying your frightened state. As your worst fears began turning into reality you screamed for help. Not that it did any justice to the state you were in, but you hoped Jaehyun would at least pity you and avoid abusing you in the most shameful manner.

“Jaehyun please- You know this is not right,” you begged as streams of your despair ran down your face.

All you heard in return was the ruffle of his pants pooling around his ankles. Jaehyun’s low groans as he touched and fondled with your skin made you wither away from him. You were unable to process how the exact same man who had touched and made love to you in your own bed was now treating you much worse than anything you could ever describe.

At your wits end you screamed again, trying to grab someone’s attention, but Jaehyun was quick to mute your mouth with the same piece of cloth he had used on you earlier. The balled cloth in your mouth didn’t help at all. You felt your throat go dry as you continued screaming. When Jaehyun was done slicking up the juices that were drooling down from your cunt he prodded his reddened tip in your entrance. You knew it was going to hurt, because he was always too big for you. Biting into the cloth in your mouth, you also made sure to grip onto the belt that were tied around your wrists. Jaehyun watched as your knuckles, that were pressed onto his stomach at a painful angle, turned white from the tightening grip. His smirk only widened.

Grabbing the nape of your neck, he made your body arch back as much as it could. You groaned as you felt your cramped back twist painfully. Leaning in, Jaehyun moved over to your ear and grazed the lobe of your ear. Despite your attempt to move away from him, you couldn’t, because of the tight grip on the back of your neck. Something you had enjoyed earlier was now a nightmare that was being carried out by a person you once cherished.

With a low huff, Jaehyun pushed himself into your unwelcoming walls. You groaned into the cloth and squeezed your eyes shut. When he pushed his shaft all the way into your warm cavern, he stayed in for a while, trying to get back the feeling of the familiar walls squeezing around him after quite a time. When he slowly inched himself out of your cunt, you let out the breath you had been holding back, but that was cut short when Jaehyun pushed himself in almost immediately back into your throbbing cunt. You let out a gasp and Jaehyun took that opportunity to remove the piece of cloth and insert his pointer finger into your mouth.

“Dare think of biting me and I’ll stab you” Jaehyun warned.

Right then you felt the tip of a blade pointed at your hip. You shivered at the feeling of the cold steel against your skin. As he pumped his hardened cock in and out of your pussy, his hand did the same actions to your mouth. When your breathing started becoming unstable, Jaehyun knew you were edging closer to your orgasm so he pulled out his shaft.

“You thought I’d let you cum, huh?” he derided you.

You simply nodded your head side to side, in revulsion. Chuckling at your pathetic response, Jaehyun pulled his finger out of your mouth and ran it over your blouse. While he unbuttoned the buttons of your cotton blouse, his other hand snaked under, over to your clit and ghosted over the sensitive bundle of nerves. You squirmed, in an attempt to avoid his fingers from touching your sensitivity. But Jaehyun wasn’t going to let you go that easily. He pushed his finger onto your clit and started rubbing slow circles over it.

You bit into your lip, in order to keep yourself quiet from the harassment he was subjecting you to. As his rubbing turned much harsher, you came closer to your edge. This time he let you have your orgasm. A sigh of relief slipped past your lips as a warm flow of your juices spilled down your thighs. You shamefully lay still, praying that this was the end of his torture.

“I haven’t still got an answer from you, darling,” Jaehyun murmured as he continued rubbing circles on your bundle of nerves.

You stuttered, trying to answer him, “I-I-I said I-I-I don’t k-know.”

A slap to your cunt had you answering him again in desperation for him to stop overstimulating you,

“I really don’t know!”

“I know you’re lying to me,” Jaehyun continued. With each slap, you winced internally and pleaded in your head that Jaehyun would actually realise you were saying the truth.

“Please Jaehyun-”

Before you could finish your sentence, he plunged his dick right back into where it was earlier. You let out a moan at the sudden stretch. He placed a hand on your hip, holding your squirming body in place and the other toying your delicate mounds. Disgusted by his hands that were touching and toying your breasts, you yelled as much as you could.

But Jaehyun kept pumping in and out of you, ignoring your cries. And when he was closer to his high, he pumped into you even faster than before- almost at an animalistic pace and then released a gush of warm white liquid into your womb. As his movements subsided, so did your screams. All you did now was let your sobs echo through the dimly lit, cold room.

Jaehyun stepped away from your body and zipped his pants. Then grabbing your dress pants, he pulled them up and turned you around harshly to button up your blouse. He was aware that you didn’t have much energy to move around, so he untied your hands and watched them fall to your sides as he buckled his belt back into place. The bruises on your wrists were enough proof to show how harsh he had been on you.

“Sweetheart, are you enjoying this, because I still haven’t got an answer from you-”

A loud slap had him shut his grinning mouth.

Before you could hit him again, Jaehyun had your arms locked with one of his. This time he wasn’t playing nice and you knew you had messed up. All the exhaustion and the panic had made you slap him without thinking twice but you knew you’d be in trouble the moment your hand had touched his face.

Your attempt to remove yourself from his grip was futile. Which then led to a scuffle between the two of you. The obviously stronger one between the two of you gaining advantage over the other. With one hard push, Jaehyun had you against the walls.

“Jaehyun-n-n…” you choked, trying to sputter out your words while scraping his tattooed hands, “I can’t-t-t. I can’t. Can’t. B-B-Breath.”

The said man took one look at your pale face and undid his hands from your neck. You fell onto the floor while taking in huge gulps of air.

Jaehyun nonchalantly walked over to the corner of the room and grabbed the long-forgotten gun and loaded the bullets. Then walking over to the desk, he grabbed the knife and slid it into one of the specially made pockets in his pants. It hurt the way he didn’t even look over to you, just to make sure whether you were doing alright.

“You shouldn’t have treated me like that,” you muttered to him.

Jaehyun turned back at your hoarse voice. After all the screaming and the struggling your voice sounded exhausted. He looked at your bruised body and the loose clothes that hung around you. He had taken away every last inch of dignity from you. Did he feel guilty, though?

“My job comes before anything or anyone,” Jaehyun simply replied back.

With that, he turned around ready to leave the room.

“Let me ask you one last question,” you spoke and Jaehyun turned around once again and nodded his head signalling you to ask your question, “Did you really love me when we dated back then?”

Squaring his jaw, Jaehyun gazed at you. A gaze you couldn’t figure out. You watched him, yearning for a reply. A positive one that would put the ache in your heart to rest. Jaehyun opened his mouth to reply or rather state what he wanted you to know,

“If you don’t tell me where the flash drive is by dawn, I’m shooting off all their heads.”

Your heart dropped.

So that’s all your relationship meant to him- a mere mission and a good few fucks.

•••

A/N: this was painful to write. but, since this is my very first jaehyun fic i’m proud of myself. hope you guys were okay with this as well~

[59writes]

DAY6 - THEIR S/O GETS INJURED

requested by the lovely @pilliepollie ❤️ !!!

hiii!!! thank you so so much for being my (kat) first request!! i'm very excited for this and i hope you like it!!!

note from 59: I love this reaction so much please give kat so much love they r fuckign great writer and I love them sm

SUNGJIN!

• he was angry

• of course, not at you

• you were a trainee for an upcoming group that was set to debut any month now

• unfortunately, your company had been extra harsh on you and your members

•as you were practicing the choreography for one of your songs, you ended up spraining your foot

• you tried to ignore the pain until one of your members had noticed you began limping

• your company had decided to get mad at you for not practicing hard enough instead of worrying about your health

• so your members decided to resort to plan b: alerting your boyfriend

• the minute he heard the words “y/n got injured” he was gone

• your company got an earful of complaints from him oh my god

• you did not !!! leave !!! his !!! sight !!!

• he made sure you were not putting pressure on your sprain

• did any tasks that required you to unnecessarily walk

• you healed up in no time!

• all thanks to the unconditional love sungjin showed you!! ♡

JAE!

• he was literally more scared than you were

• you had called him suddenly while he was getting ready for a date the two of you had planned

• "hey baby! we might have to reschedule the date, uh, i'm at the urgent care right now" "you're WHAT??"

• "yeah! uh, i accidentally spilled boiling water on my arm."

• he had many questions

• how???? when??? what????

• he was at the urgent care no later than 5 minutes

• did he possibly break a few traffic laws?? that's not important!

• you didn't seem that bothered

• you obviously complained about the pain, but he saw no tears from you

• how did you do it????

• nonetheless, jae was very helpful

• he renewed your bandages whenever it was needed

• (and temporarily banned you from boiling water)

• you even went to work with him sometimes when he didn't feel comfortable with you staying alone at his apartment

• you didn't mind, more time with him!

YOUNG K!

• he would definitely be the most calm out of the boys

• of course, he was worried about you

• but he wouldn't let you know

• the last thing he wanted was to freak you out if you didn't think it was a big deal, neither did he

• in this specific case, you weren't really sure what happened

• you were super stressed, typing up a bunch of papers your boss needed from you

• the weather was warming up, and the thought of food and water had just slipped your mind you had gotten up a little too fast from your seat

• and everything was a blur after that

• younghyun had heard a small thud as he got up from his spot on your shared bed

• "y/n?"

• when he got no response, he investigated. when he finally found you, you were laid limp on the floor

• he's like "oh my god did they die??"

• but you didn't!!!

• when you woke up, he made sure you had a great meal, and a cold glass of water!! (and pain meds if you simply requested)

• he wasn't attached to you by the hip, but he definitely monitored and made sure you were eating and drinking properly!!

WONPIL!

• oh my god this man is so over dramatic

• you had fractured your fingers when you slammed them on your car door

• you tried to avoid shedding tears knowing it would scare wonpil

• but what can ya do? you were only human

• so you started crying

• he's by your side in literally 0.5 seconds

• "Y/N??? ARE YOU OKAY?? OH GOD"

• when you went to the hospital, you got a confirmation that your fingers were in fact fractured

• this man literally wanted to put you in an arm cast

• he was planning what he was going to write on your favorite colored cast

• of course, an arm cast was unneeded

• he was a little sad,, but as long as you were okay!!!

• you took really good care of your injury!!

• your wrist was wrapped up but it wasn't anything too bad

• wonpil helped you ice it he would not let you do any task, like at all

• you wanted to grab a snack? he grabbed it before you did

• you needed to write your name down? he's got it!!!

• you love him for who he is it's okay

DOWOON!

● maybe it was your poor hand-to-eye coordination

• but you had accidentally cut your finger while you were chopping vegetables for dinner

• honestly you were more upset about having to toss out the vegetables that were exposed to your injury

• but i mean, taking care of that wound is very important

• "honey! can you get me the first aid?"

• why does his baby need the first aid??? huh??? he had 911 on speed dial!!!

• he retrieved the first aid and immediately went by your side

• when he saw your cut, the panic settled in

• you had to physically stop him from calling emergency services

• the cut wasn't a large one, and you could definitely take care of it by yourself which you did

• after you calmed him down for about an hour, and your wound was bandaged up with no issues

• chef dowoon in the building!!!

• he decided to finish cooking dinner for the two of you

• and cook he did!!!

• (he would whine if you even offered to help)

• okay so he ended up undercooking the meal..

• so takeout it is!

• that still didn't stop you from appreciating how lucky you got with dowoon (((:

[gdangitjae]

🔞 promiscuous 😈

“insane” by eric benét ::  ❝there's a girl i dug deep inside you, and that's who i want to meet tonight (i want to meet her). there are places i have never gone; let's visit each and every one before the morning comes.❞

genre: smut (with fragments of fluff) – first time filth

synopsis: ki (from my previous story 'cuffed')'s first time, but not in a… conventional sense? she already knows what to expect… for the most part, and will stop at close to nothing to get it from jae (who's been wanting it for a while). all while attending a lil house party…

warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex (that's a no-no, condoms please).

DISCLAIMER: I thought this up with a black female in mind. So there will be heavy AAVE (African American Vernacular English) usage, including curse words. Instead of “Y/N”, I will use the name “Ki”. Also, Ki is of legal drinking age and on birth control here.

author notes (& requests): if you finish reading my lil fanfic or whatever, i would love for you to click/tap the 'reply' icon at the bottom, and let me know what your favorite parts were! not to mention, if you have any critiques (constructive and productive, of course) or questions, feel more than free to share those as well! enjoy!

ki's a party girl; she loves to eat, drink, and be merry. being around people she cares about means a lot to her, and tonight was no different. she can also be a horny girl, but she never publicly wanted to expose that side of her. however, she's aware that there was never really a reason to show it… at least until now. there was a little more than 180cm worth of motive sitting next to her.

jae is a homebody, and all of his friends (as well as ki's comrades) know that. what everyone doesn't fully know is that ki's the main reason he currently ain't at his own home. even before tonight, there has been speculation that they were really close friends at the very least. whether there were any benefits attached to that was practically unknown.

truthfully, ki and jae have been dating for over a month and a half up to this point, and there's been tension between the two for over six months. after an already heated make out session at the end of their first date, they both silently (and soon after, vocally) vowed to take things a bit slower.

ki wanted to be strategic with the timeline of their relationship, especially since up to now, jae's been her first everything (kiss, date, boyfriend). although, it's pretty difficult when she's almost certain that her pussy is wetter than the pool the two lovers were sitting beside. she was operating in the spirit of 'fuck it,' and unbeknownst to her, jae was beginning to operate similarly.

leaning back on the poolside couch, ki takes a gulp of pineapple soju, relishing in the sweet kick of alcohol. meanwhile, jae just stares at her, focusing in on how ki's mouth wrapped around the rim of the glass bottle. he licks his lips and clears his throat.

"babe," jae starts, his voice taking a moment to catch up to his words leaving his lips, ki noticing how jae's eyes darkened. "can i have a sip?"

"uh yeah, sure babe," ki replies with a smirk that makes jae's heart melt, handing him her bottle. jae then grabs the bottle, both of their eyes still lovingly (and lustfully) glaring at the other. somewhat subconsciously, jae's tongue does a quick flick at the very rim ki's lips had been around for a periodic 20 minutes, before his own lips take over.

ki was a bit surprised at the request to begin with, since jae's not that much of a drinker. with that being known, she's also sure with that hit of alcohol, his face should shrink up or something. instead, he relishes in the same way ki does, complete with the smirk that has ki's heart melting, and bursting into flames at the same time.

this exchange goes on for another couple of minutes, each time a bit more subtly perverted than the last. whether it be jae's tongue sneaking a slow flick on the bottle's rim on the inside, or ki's slow stroke of the bottle… soju had never been so sexual.

by the time the bottle was empty, both jae and ki's lightheaded behinds were an inch apart and in the middle of this shy middle schooler type giggle fit. hands on thighs prelude to lips on lips in a matter of seconds. in between innocent giggles, raunchy kisses instantaneously ensued.

moaning into each other's mouths, jae's moans were a lot more low and calm than ki's ended up sounding. she wanted to believe she was maintaining composure, but she wasn't. she also wanted to believe that jae was losing his composure, but he wasn't. either thought the other was still hot regardless.

while jae's hands took a trip from ki's thighs to her back, ki just rested her hands on the ever-so-present bulge appearing in jae's pants. without even knowing it, her fingers seemed to gently claw around the zipper line of his zipper-less pants. this shifted the atmosphere between them real quick… and jae finally broke composure.

"f-f-fuck," jae breathes out, breaking the kiss as he hums in a higher pitch than before, biting his lip. not looking at ki due to his own personal issues, he trails his hands down to her ass, and pushes her even closer to him. ki had no choice but to climb onto his lap, but she wasn't complaining.

as if to give a preview to her approach on these aforementioned issues, ki whispers in jae's ear. "so hard and ready for me already?"

just those few words sent jae into something along the lines of whiplash. during the past few months, they bared their hearts out to one another, so jae happened to know where ki stood sexually. so to hear that from someone who revealed themselves to be a whole virgin shocked him, to say the least.

jae had a visible blush on him as he responded, "just for you, baby."

ki grins at that response, and jae grins right back, in addition to her beginning to grind on his clothed hard on. he can't help but take positive notice to how his girlfriend's hands glide and grab onto his shirt and neck.

ki can't discern anything except how good she feels, along with the aural movement of water behind her. she makes efforts to look directly at her boyfriend, whose head is leaned back, still grinning with his eyes closed.

after a short while, they're both in a state of bliss, in which they'll both learn rather quickly that for ki, it just means moaning and heavily breathing out profanities. however, for jae, it can sometimes mean not giving a fuck and speaking your mind.

"damn… i wanna fuck you so bad… so fucking bad."

ki, while caught off guard, never turns down conversation, so she immediately replies. "you want that hard dick inside this wet ass pussy, baby?"

the breathiness and inflection of ki's voice sent jae's mind spiraling. "fuck, yes," jae reacts. "i want my tongue… and my fingers… deep inside you too."

"me too, jae," ki moans out, smiling before her head ends up on the cushion of the couch. "oh shit."

now it should be mentioned that they're at a small gathering, with all the other attendees (their aforementioned friends) inside, a good distance away from the poolside after party taking place. jae's lips and tongue feverishly reintroduce themselves to ki's neck, causing ki's hips to buckle upward, a leg wrapped around jae's waist.

"does that feel good to you, baby?" jae asks once he allows himself a moment to breathe.

"yes… more…" ki encourages barely a second before jae resumes sucking on her neck. in an impatient frenzy, ki reaches between both of their bodies and into jae's boxers. the immediate direct hand-to-dick contact had jae almost sinking his teeth into the skin of ki's neck, both of them moaning at each other in response.

"i– fuck," jae draws out, as ki strokes as much cock as she can as it's still stuck in his pants. she attempts to multitask as jae shoves his tongue down her throat.

ki places her free hand around his neck and pushes him away from her to request something of her own: "let me taste you. let me suck your cock."

jae wanted to accept right away, but he also wanted a bit more privacy for all of this. "let's find a bathroom first," he answers in her ear as ki gets up from the couch a bit reluctantly. jae soon follows suit, grabbing her hand, and guides her inside the house.

they couldn't completely dodge their friends speculating and calling out to them on the way to a bathroom though. wonpil was the first to speak on it. "what were you two doing out there?"

"drinking," was ki's brief response, smiling coyly due to the infectious grin wonpil constantly wears.

chris, ki's best friend, was the next to try and interrogate the couple, feeling pretty certain that their bestie was the main one of the two consuming soju in the first place. "where's your bottle at then, ki?"

"up your ass," jae hilariously replies, sending everyone into an uproar of laughter, allowing the two lust-filled rabbits to make a run for it.

poor bottle.

seconds after they reach a guest bathroom upstairs, jae is leaned back against the vanity, with ki's knee on the counter. with an upheaval of tongue sucking, ki resumes grinding on jae's now pulsing cock. the exhaust fan is on, drowning out the vehement moans both are letting out.

"damn, ki," jae takes a second to let out, already a bit shook at how wet and desirable his sweetheart was. kia momentarily slows herself down to a stop as lengthy fingers caress her inner thighs. "you wanna taste me, right?" ki nods eagerly as jae's hands go to the waistline of his pants, pulling them down very slowly. ki mindlessly follows suit, her body lowering until her eyes are level with jae's cock.

"then taste it," jae commanded, a dick of mighty girth and a somewhat lengthier frame staring ki right in her face.

looking up eagerly at her tall boyfriend, ki sees jae's arms tense as his hands go for the nape of her neck. his thumbs resting, caressing, and rubbing circles around the front of her neck. letting out a low, muffled moan, she takes a gulp, pushing her head back a bit as her eyes are back at dick level. after taking in the sight of someone so willing – and something so prepared – ki takes a deep breath.

when she exhales, jae feels it to the point where he lets out a delightful hum, raising his thumbs a little higher on her neck. kia sticks out her tongue and begins to lap at the tip. she hears more humming from above, encouraging her to continue. after flicking the dripping precum into her mouth, she begins sucking on just the tip as a hand wraps around jae's shaft.

with his hands now on her hair, jae tries hard to allow ki to take her time, and not rush himself so deep into her throat that she chokes. it was difficult for the both of them to be so gradual, but both desired to make it last. after a couple minutes, ki finally inches jae further into her mouth, each inch breaking him down.

"your lips feel so fucking good around me… shit…" jae breathes, realizing that his whole cock managed to make it down ki's throat in no time. much to his surprise, she didn't choke. sure, it was in part due to the slow pace of it all, but also because ki had been practicing for quite some time for the real thing.

that would all change in a short while, once ki looks up at jae, cock still lodged down her throat. she sticks out her tongue ever so slightly to lick a bit at his sack. that's how deep inside he was. jae began rocking his hips forward at the sudden physical acknowledgement of his balls, inadvertently causing ki to gag a little.

both ki and jae let out grunts for slightly different reasons. one in pleasure, and another in discomfort. ki grabs jae's wrists and removes his hands from her head so she can lean back some. once jae's hands were clamped to the counter and she's gotten a chance to breathe, she rocks her head back and forth.

slowly increasing in length and speed, it didn't take long for ki to get used to jae. as a matter of fact, it was a bit easier to adjust to his cock than it was to not lose her shit with how turned on he looked and sounded.

all that was heard in between the fan, and ki's slurping, was jae. "yeah, baby… you're doing so good, don't stop."

after a while, ki was sloppily bringing jae to his climax, and jae’s fingers were gripping the granite for dear life. her hands gripped on his waist to keep him steady as she set out to finish her assignment.

“ah! ki– i’m…” jae starts, struggling to speak past any drawn out moans and obscenities.

ki leans back enough for her mouth to release her lover’s cock, in which said lover thrusts into the hand that has taken its place. after gathering her breath, ki’s other hand fondles with jae’s nuts to push him over the edge. all it took after that was one innocent puppy dog look into the taller’s not-even-close-to-innocent gaze for jae to lose it.

with her tongue resting underneath the tip, ki catches most of jae’s warm cum in her mouth. once jae seems close to ready to calm down for a bit, she sucks at the tip for a moment longer.

“baby… please…” jae mutters, both hands on either side of her cheeks to pull her away. once she stands up, they exchange kisses, along with ki’s unexpected surprise. “mm, fuck.”

ki giggles as she swallows her portion of it, in which jae shakes his head in awe. before they can proceed any further, there's a hard knock on the door.

"fuck," the pair spit out underneath their breaths.

"who is it?" ki asks with a tinge of impatience.

"me, hoe." none other than chris.

"chile, there are like, fifteen of us around here. it could've been anybody." ki snarls, doing her absolute damnedest to diminish this.

"true, and there are two of you in this motherfucker specifically." chris confidently states with another knock.

"you nosy fuck!" ki bursts out laughing, jae still trying not to blow his own cover by stifling a chuckle. "what did you hear?"

"jae barely letting out this musical ass moan a minute ago as i came up the stairs." jae's cover: blown. he lets out a hearty laugh as chris audaciously continues. "i'm assuming he came too, huh?"

"bitch!" ki and jae are now doubled over in laughter, leaning on each other for support in more ways than one.

"yep!" jae replies just as boldly. simultaneously, ki blurts out a tiny yelp, feeling a large slap on her ass cheek. "and your girl is next, if you wanna have a look-see."

"fuck outta here!" chris laughs and yells as they storm off, hopefully to find another bathroom.

jae and ki share a couple of 'celebratory' kisses while recovering from that hysterical conversation that just took place. all the while, jae reaches beneath to palm between ki's legs, a finger fondling freely.

ki breaks the kiss and bites her lip in an attempt to keep from moaning unwholesomely in jae's ear, which jae himself visibly disapproves of. "don't hold back," jae advises to ki. "i can feel how you're damn near springing a leak through these clothes, baby."

"i want you to take these clothes off, all of them," ki replies with a bit more urgency than she would care to admit. jae takes it upon himself to change location again by lifting ki up and carrying the both of them to a nearby bedroom. not before she pulls jae's pants back up, stealing a kiss from him afterwards.

jae unlocks the door, and ki opens it. on some military mission type shit, they change roles with an already open bedroom door (as if to give a symbolic foreshadowing of their sexual relationship together). and in much of a militant fashion, clothes are off, hands having already rattled the gates of places their bodies would never show in public.

accompanied by a conversation consisting of mainly moans and groans of satisfaction, ki is pinned to the door by jae's head, tongue completely dove into the pond that is ki's pussy. it only takes a legitimate minute before her legs start shaking. "fuuuuuuuck! j-jae, fuck!"

within seconds, a finger has entered, and both legs have latched themselves onto jae's long back. that one finger is quickly being defeated by that small-yet-mighty tongue practically vibrating right against ki's clit, causing another finger to assist for backup. at this point, ki is panting, and jae is living for it.

with both of them struggling to keep their eyes open due to the immense amount of pleasure, each stolen glance goes straight down their spines. jae wants to speak so badly, but nothing is gonna stop him except an orgasm. yet he's so admittedly turned on by how good ki's getting it that he's unsure who'll peak first.

going from licking to sucking… to licking and sucking, jae is devouring ki's pussy, and ki herself is surprised she's been allowing herself to hold on this long. after a bit, jae retrieves his fingers and leads them to ki's other lips to give her something to suck on… and 'suck on' she does.

it was what she needed to completely release her grip on every bit of her body… except her walls that jae feels tighten ever-so-slightly around his tongue. one long satisfactory moan from him triggers ki to release from there too.

jae changes the angle by raising the both of them completely off the floor with his shoulders, using the wall as leverage. up so high she has to grab at the ceiling for support of her own, ki's legs quiver as she squirts in jae's mouth, an estuary that's all too accepting of what ki is giving him.

it'd be a lie to say that jae didn't want to see what ki could handle right out the gate. ki would also be lying if she denied that she knew this freaky side of jae existed in the first place. they both just gave off this conservative demeanor, even when they're the only two people in the room. they're still the only two in the room, except this time, they're naked and reckless.

"fuck me right now, you son of a bitch," ki grumbles at jae as she is lowered back to earth.

"not if you demand it like that, babygirl," jae playfully teases.

ki was not in the mood to drop her ego to be submissive, despite how fucked out she already felt. "nah, i need that cock," she reiterates presumptuously.

jae just rolls his eyes in an equally cocky manner, sucking on the sweet spot on her neck he's been familiar with for a month now. they both moan when ki unlocks the next level of grinding: atop jae's hard shaft.

ki decides to get him where it could hurt when she pleads again, forcing jae to look at her for added effect. "i'mma leave you to deal with this hard-on yourself… like you've probably been these past couple months when you're not with me."

"you… wouldn't…" jae hesitantly challenges, looking deep into ki's eyes.

ki, trying to hold a gaze with jae's piercing eyes, begins scooting away from the older in the opposite direction of the bed. jae, not having it, picks up ki again, this time directly to the bed. the only thing keeping him remotely sane was her laughing as she was being carried with a substantial amount of barbaric energy.

"you wouldn't," jae emphasizes before kissing down from ki's neck to her hard nipples. she feels the tip rub against her wetness as jae massages her other tit. not having it in her to physically fight, she feels her legs begin to shake again.

"please… fuck… jae, your… inside," ki struggles to formulate a complete sentence, running her hands down jae's sweaty back. using his ass to push his cock inside her, she seems to find the rest of the words. "please fuck me, jae."

"that's my girl," jae assures ki, a tiny line of saliva attached to her chest. pulling her closer to meet him halfway, jae slides inside effortlessly, and rests there for a moment so they both can savor this moment. he also waits for ki to let him know when to continue, as patiently as possible allowing her to slow down her gasping. "you okay, ki?"

"oh fuck yeah, baby," ki breathes out, "you feel even better here."

"it feels even better here," jae pleasurably agrees. "can i go?"

"please…"

in a continued effort to relish in this occasion, jae starts off slow and deep, moaning at the way ki feels around him, at the way she moans a bit different with each of his strokes. "so goddamn tight, baby, shit!"

"do i feel good around you, baby? 'cause you feel so damn… good inside me, i swear." ki blissfully states, encouraging jae to go a little faster.

"you feel so fucking good. oh, ki– fuck."

"j– harder, jae, please!"

ki's wish is jae's command as he gradually begins to pound into her, reserving a bit of caution. ki repeatedly echoes her request, and jae decides to deliver. the volumes of both of their moaning, as well as the slapping of skin on skin ring throughout the room. it then dawns on (and turns on) at least jae that there's a possibility that they're most likely not the only ones in the house that could be hearing this.

as he pulls out and pushes ki closer to the edge of the bed, jae's hand is back around ki's neck, a bit tighter than before. "i'mma make you scream so loud you can be heard from the damn pool, you understand?" jae whispers in ki's ear.

before ki could even fix her mouth to tease jae that she 'would love to see it,' her legs are folded over her shoulders, and he plunges his cock back inside.

"fuck!" ki yells as her beau pulls out til the tip, shoving himself back inside even deeper. "fuck, fuck, fuck, jae… fuck!"

"you like that shit, don't you?" jae cockily asks kia as his cock thrusts in her pussy so deep she can feel his sack slap against her.

ki doesn't even wanna use words anymore, so she just moans and nods. the smile he gives in response before letting a deeply felt moan slip leaves her even more speechless. it arouses jae so much to see ki hurt so good, but not as much as it arouses ki to feel jae reach her g-spot.

"that's it, baby! right t-there! don't stop, don't fucking st–"

jae takes this opportunity to rub her clit, pulling out so she can suck on him some more. her legs finally back down beneath her, she opens her mouth to receive. both knowing that jae has the control, ki (while a bit annoyed at the orgasm denial) expands her throat as jae slides in.

"fuck," jae exhales as he fucks ki's mouth, his knees on either side of her head, his hands holding her head still. soon enough, they both hear ki's mouth taking the length from that horizontal position like a pro. finally able to gain some composure, ki stares at a concentrated jae, awaiting the moment he notices her hungry and well-fed gaze.

when he does, it takes everything to not cum inside her mouth again. he instead pulls out of there, and resumes fucking her cunt, and they both no longer have any fucks to give, other than to each other. jae begins grunting in time with his thrusts, and ki was 'well-fed' with some things to get off her chest.

"my pussy… it's throbbing, please! fuck me! hard– wait, let me ride you, jae! let me bounce on that cock…"

jae pulls out again and gets in the bed beside her, allowing her to climb right on top of him. with his dick firmly inside her, ki quickly falls in love with this position, as she does what she's been doing all night: grinding. she enjoys it so much so that her personally forbidden word gets uttered.

now bouncing on top, jae slaps her on the ass several times before one slap in particular forces her legs together for a minute. "daddy! hnnngh fuck!"

"you fuck with that, babygirl?" jae asks, getting his ego stoked while rubbing a thumb along ki's clit. "you like riding on daddy's cock? huh?"

"yes!" ki can tell that she's close by the way her body keeps buckling with every touch. after a while, she goes back to grinding, with jae's hands leading the way on her ass. ki now believes it's her turn to rub on her nipples, getting a nice workout alternating between each perked tit.

soon, jae tells her to bend over and try to continue riding, which she does. still palming her ass, jae sucks on one tit, looking up at ki with the most innocent look he's given all night. "keep looking at me like that," ki encourages, "and i will cum."

jae lets go of the nipple he was working on with a pop, his eyes softening before he lays ki down and flips her over, fucking her from the side. this might prove to be her second favorite position, as jae drapes one arm across hard nipples, and the other reaches around to switch between ki's neck and pussy. he even goes as far as to lick her earlobe before his deep ass voice makes its presence known. "i bet you can cum without even looking at me."

this turned on ki more than she even recognized because… the confidence! the intensity, and the gentleness in the midst of it all! however, it wasn't an energy she wouldn't attempt to match though, seductively sending jae a wink as she responds. "then make me… daddy…"

jae accepts this challenge by kissing and breathing heavy on her neck, rubbing on her soaked clit, moaning at how deep he's able to be inside of her. ki throws a leg behind one of his to alter the angle, and this power move gets locked in with an arm as jae manages to fuck her even deeper.

both of them feel this aspect in obviously different ways. delightfully different. deliciously different. ki feels all the ways rather quickly, especially with jae softly caressing her inner thigh as lightly as he does.

"fuck, jae," ki moans underneath her breath, beginning to curl up against him. jae feels that and brings them even closer together as he places a couple kisses on her nape, all while still railing into her. the contrast between lower action, and upper coddling quickly brings her to a cap. "oh fuck!"

"are you gonna–"

"yes, baby… i'm so close!"

"me too, baby, me… fucking… too…" jae latches onto ki, going as fast as he possibly can.

"you better not fucking stop!" ki commands.

"you want me to cum inside you?" jae asks, with an understandably concerned tone.

"fuck, yes, I wanna feel your cum… It's okay," ki answers with assurance.

trusting her, jae lets loose, fucking the climax out of the both of them. hearing his moans once again get higher, ki moans out to jae, "cum inside this pussy! give it to me!"

and that was all jae needed to eject his load into her, thus spurring her on. "i'm cumming!"

"cum for me, babe… cum for me, babygirl," jae whispers, riding out his orgasm, as ki does just that, flickering eyes rolling back. feeling a couple of fingers assist in riding out her climax, she squirts again, much to jae's fulfillment.

"holy shit," ki breathes out as jae slows down, but doesn't stop. "jae…"

"mm?" jae replies, face affectionately nuzzled in ki's neck.

"i love you."

"i love you too, ki."

it's definitely not the first time they've said that to each other, but it was inarguably one of their most meaningful exchanges.

jae moans as he pulls out, and without missing a beat, ki positions herself to take his cock in her throat again. bobbing her head with even more determination than before, ki moans rather loudly around her boyfriend's length, feeling his hand on her thighs.

ki leisurely opens her legs, draping one over jae's nape. jae can't help but be amazed at how, despite the lack of experience, ki is already so aware of the situation. a hand stroking his shaft that's not his own distracts him from his thoughts.

"fuck," jae moans under his breath before his mouth revisits ki's love box. ki moans the same thing while continuing to suck jae off. after a while, the sound of footsteps outside the bedroom accompany the lubricious sounds the two are making inside the room.

both ki and jae notice them, but don't bother to acknowledge them as they collaborate to reach yet another orgasmic peak. jae's fingers are deep inside ki, while his tongue periodically laps up her juices. ki takes jae's dick as far down her throat as she can take it.

ki lets out a loud, provocative moan around jae's cock as jae barely lifts her legs over his head, tongue deep in her drenched pussy. her mouth letting go of him completely, ki whimpers while caressing him from the tip to the sack. "yes, daddy… i love it when you lick my pussy, baby," ki moans.

the range of snickering to shocked laughter heard outside the bedroom egging him on even more, jae growls in her heat, and ki is mere moments away from cumming again. noticing her walls getting tight around jae's tongue again, ki starts to grind on jae's face for a second before getting pushed off.

while the both of them were panting, jae gets up, dragging ki's barely trembling legs over the side of the bed. as he opens her legs, they both hear several obnoxious knocks on the door.

"are you fucking–?" jae mutters, annoyed as fuck.

"–kidding me?!" ki whisper screams, also annoyed as she recovers from the shock that caused.

"w-who's there?" jae stammers.

several of their friends (one of them being chris of course) laugh in response, causing jae to shake his head, and ki to roll her eyes.

"more importantly," ki continues on both of their behalves, "what do you want?"

"nothing," alex replies, audibly holding back laughter. "just making sure y'all are okay."

"y'all nosy and childish… i can't with y'all," ki jokes with her buddies… like she isn't butt ass naked positioned to take jae again one way or another.

"i'm just glad my boys have more sense–" jae begins to say with a hint of certitude before another male voice interrupts.

"i wouldn't be too sure about that," brian interjects, causing all parties to burst out laughing.

"bro, fuck off!" jae playfully yells at his friend, chuckling while dipping down to kiss on ki's neck.

collectively deciding that whoever decides to listen is in for a treat of sorts, ki moans dramatically loud. surprisingly, no footsteps are heard. jae teases the tip along the wet folds of ki's pussy, eliciting another moan from her other lips. still, no other movement to be heard from the other side of the door.

the two lovebirds exchange glances at one another, and can't help but laugh at the fact that their friends seem so willing to hear them go at it. and 'go at it' they do. broken moans leave their lips as jae slides back inside, already seeming to have missed this connection. after a few seconds, he lifts ki's legs and wraps them around his waist.

ki begins to rub her own pussy as jae repeatedly slams into it savagely, leaning over to kiss suck face. "oh fuck..! mmm, jae… baby…" ki moans in jae's mouth in between kisses.

as his eyes close and he bites his lip, jae's hands crawl back up to ki's neck, developing a nice, tight grip on it. at this point, ki gets a kick out of jae doing anything with her neck, but this shit right here? ki has just enough sanity to recognize that jae was about to show out for everyone in attendance (the dude was born to perform, after all).

his stroking and his voice gets deeper as he remains parallel over ki. "imagine your friends seeing just how fucked you look right now."

a spattered chorus of "oh my god" – including one from ki herself – arose, followed by laughter from both sides of the door. it's unlikely that anyone there could completely deny how fun this twisted, freaky shit was.

"you're probably so turned on by that, huh baby?" jae inquires, reminding everyone that ki's the only person he's truly focused on.

"maybe…" ki answers a bit bashfully. she couldn't quite get over the fact that her besties are hearing a variant of some of their naughty convos playing out in real life. additionally, this was the way they all find out she was even this damn close to jae in the first place. "yeah, this is kinda hot."

ki hears the giggles from the other side, but jae doesn't seem to. she couldn't really blame him, though; it's kinda hard to hear much over the sounds of being rammed into. she likes to… perform, too, and she's been providing entertainment all night. she gulps – still feeling her lover's fingers massage her neck – before speaking again.

"jae, you could probably nut in this pussy right now, thinking about how your boys can hear you too," ki draws out with such a sensuous smile. "fucking me so deep… and hard…"

the tiny crowd and jae react accordingly. "oh fuck," is jae's response, that same blush from a while ago making yet another adorable appearance.

in an attempt to sound as much like a submissive brat as possible, ki continues with that same drawl. "you're wishing everyone could see me take this dick like a good girl, huh?"

"fuck, ki, shit…" jae's hold on ki's neck gets a little tighter. ki isn't done, though.

"yeah, daddy… fuck your babygirl like no one's watching… but everyone's listening," ki charmingly instructs, grinning at this point.

"damn!" the 'everyone' in question exclaim.

"you're gonna make me cum again," jae confesses as he pulls out, getting ready to surprise everyone, probably including himself. "turn around, on your knees," he commands, slowly stroking his cock.

ki does as she's told, but with a hint of caution in her actions. jae steals a couple of kisses before planting more down her spine. "that feels so fucking good," ki exhales before she feels a hand slap her ass. "mmm…"

"hopefully you like this too," jae expresses as he pulls ki off the bed some, getting on his knees. he then massages her thick cheeks, sneaking in a couple more slaps before spreading them.

"oh, no way, jae…" ki says, looking back at long fingers gripping her ass, as well as jae's face pleading to at least give this a try. "i can't believe this… go 'head."

by the time she faces forward, ki feels jae's tongue peck at her asshole, and she instantly loses all focus. "fuck, fff–!"

jae smiles as he lifts ki back up, holding her by her stomach as he resumes his tongue probing. they both eventually feel her open up, much to ki's shock. she didn't really plan for this part of the 'show', so to speak, but jae has a nice way of working ki up to his level.

"jae, your tongue actually feels good there– oh fu–" ki feels his tongue go deeper with the help of a finger. "ooh shit…"

meanwhile, outside the room, hushed chatter continues amongst the friend group.

"i can't believe we're actually sitting here listening to this."

"i know, but you can tell jae's really getting it in right now."

"ki was really giving him a run for his money for a minute there."

"listen to y'all, sounding like some damn sports commentators."

"wait, hold up… did ki just say 'fingers in her ass'?!"

"bruh, remember how during 'truth or dare', she said she wouldn't want anything near her ass except toilet paper?"

"she sounds like a fucking puppy right now, fam!"

back on the bed, jae managed to pump two fingers in ki's ass already, reducing her to gasps and whimpers, also known as music to jae's ears. "you sound like you're enjoying yourself, babe."

"surprisingly," ki responds. jae's fingers and tongue are just magical like that, but she wanted to explore more. "can you fuck me there?" she asks curiously.

"of course," jae answers as he drags his fingers out, eating her ass out a bit more before getting up. "reach back and jerk me off a bit first."

ki throws her arm behind her back, jae considerately positioning his cock in her hand. she strokes as jae thrusts for a moment. surprising jae yet again (and also possibly confusing the spectators outside), she pauses to spit in her hand, lathering jae as a sort of lubrication.

"you're honestly so damn good, ki," jae moans in her ear as he pulls back. ki smiles as she places a peck on jae's cheek before being told to get up off the bed.

there's a small bench at the foot of the bed that hadn't been used until now. jae sits up, setting his feet on the seat, turning ki around so that the both of them face the door (alternatively facing their friends). god, we're some freaks, ki thinks to herself with a wicked smile on her face.

"remember when i said i'll make you scream so loud?" jae asks as he spreads ki's cheeks again.

"mmhmm," ki responds, back in bratty sub mode. "i also remember thinking that i'd love to see it… i'd still love to see it, sir."

"challenge fucking accepted," jae smirks.

ki lowers herself back onto jae's cock, with jae fully aware that she could never be fully prepared for what's about to happen. hearing ki gasp with every inch turned him on beyond measure. she then tried to ride him from that position, but could barely move.

he didn't wait as long as before, but jae still waited a few seconds before beginning to relentlessly fuck ki from the back of the back. those screams jae had been desiring spilled from her lips.

outside, their friends are startled as fuck, even though some did hear jae say he'll make ki scream. a couple of them take that as a cue to leave, despite the freakiest of the squad attempting to inspire them that it'd be worth it to stick around.

sungjin, one of the ones deciding they'd be better off evacuating, pointed out, "i'll probably hear them elsewhere anyways." a couple of the remaining witnesses agreed.

"fuck yes!" they hear jae cry out.

"holy fuck!!" ki lets out a high-pitched yell, feeling the pain as well as the pleasure, and quickly deciding that she doesn't care about shit else but an orgasm from this position.

jae, however, wanted to try cumming at the same time. so while ki was finally able to ride on those few inches gradually, jae would still thrust upward. eventually, he would reach around and rub ki's slippery pussy, fingers accidentally slipping inside.

"oh my fucking god, i'm– ahh!" ki cries, feeling both holes beginning to release.

"shiiiiiit, me too…" jae shakily moans, halting ki's movements and capturing a nipple in his mouth.

in a bit of a plot twist, most of the comrade gang respectfully leaves, chris included, who had already heard this conclusion two different ways, and needed a restroom to… not really use. by the time the rest of them follow suit, it was already too late.

"cum with me, you filthy slut," jae grunts gravelly in ki's ear.

"cum inside me again, you nasty bastard," ki facetiously retaliates.

drowning in a sea of pleasurable profanity, both events occur, ki's shaking thighs forcing jae's legs to shake.

"wow…" they both breathe out. a moment later, jae helps ki stand up so that he can pull out. staring at the cum beginning to leak out of ki's ass, jae descends from the bed to the bench. "don't hate me," jae says before pinning ki back for one more minute, licking his seed from her asshole.

"oh my god…" ki drones before jae stands up, slightly leaned over to kiss her, and also to return a bit of the surprise like she had earlier.

"you're so good, jae," ki compliments after swallowing, "and you know that shit."

"ki…" jae begins to commend, "i almost find it hard to believe this was your first rodeo, considering whatever the fuck all this was. i hope you know that you know what you're doing."

"well, baby," ki begins to confirm, caressing jae's waist, "you are my first… i've just been studying."

jae laughs, immediately sensing what she meant by that. With his arms locked underneath ki's armpits, he claps. "a+. 4.0 gpa."

it's now ki's turn to laugh, resting her hands on jae's shoulders. jae lets out a brief chuckle with her before embracing his lips with hers.

there are smart speakers in every main room in this house, all synced to the living room. everyone but ki and jae had reassembled in there and decided to execute a congratulatory scheme for them in the form of a song.

who better to do the honors than chris themselves. "alexa, play 'i just had sex' by the lonely island and akon."

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[getdownkyh]

Pillow Talk Series | Suggestive / smut / fluff 

. Jaehyung . Sungjin .  Younghyun . Wonpil . Dowoon .

Jam & Butterfly (m) | Jae | 1k words

Jae had you trapped against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist like you were holding on for your life as your body flailed with every thrust of his hips. Your hands were on his shoulders, sweat on both your skin making your hands slip every time he pounded into you, making you claw at his pale skin.

He stilled for a moment, taking your wrists in his hands, pressing kisses on both your knuckles, eyes gazing deep into yours before he pinned your wrists next to your head, gripping tight to keep you in place before resuming his previous unrelenting pace. You threw your head back, shaking your head left and right as you whined, your hands twisting in his grasp. Jae leaned forward, his lips meeting your neck as he let out a dragged out moan, holding you in place for a moment as you both panted against each other, engulfed in pleasure. 

You tucked your head into the crook of his neck, arms loosely thrown across his torso as he carried you to his bed, carefully placing you down before propping himself up next to your side, observing you with uneven breaths.

There was something addicting about you, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he wanted to stare at you forever. Even in your current state, he thought to himself, probably not your most presentable image? Loose strands of hair sticking to your sweaty skin, lips reddened and moist, angry red marks on your neck and- Oh shit, he mentally shook his head, this was definitely a sight he wanted to keep forever etched in his mind. 

You exhaled, opening your eyes, turning your body to face him. “Jae?”

“Hmm?” 

“Do the thing.”

He smiled softly at you, “What thing?” 

“You know what thing.” 

Jae let out a breathy laugh. Of course he knew what thing. It had become some sort of a tradition between you two. Every time you guys made love to each other, right before you fall asleep he would shower you with praises and sweet nothings. 

You shifted closer to him, finger tracing his lips, giggling when he sent an air kiss towards you. He took your wrist, noticing the red ring that formed after you wrestled in his grasp. He rubbed his thumb over it, kissing the pair softly, “Mine.” 

You nodded, cheek brushing against the soft sheets, “Yes, yours.” 

“You’re so pretty.” he slurred.

“I’m pretty sure I look like a mess right now.” you said, stifling a laugh.

“But you’re my mess. And that’s beautiful to me.” 

You blinked slowly, focusing your gaze on him as he continued speaking.

“Every time you look at me with those eyes of yours, I get so nervous. Like I wanna be as careful as I can when I’m with you, I don’t want to even do one thing wrong.” 

You opened your mouth to say something, but got cut off by him.

“I know, I know. You always tell me it’s okay to make mistakes. To just, live. But when you laugh around me and you hold my hand, you make me feel like I am alive, you make wanna experience everything with you.”

He kissed your wrists again, eyes on the red marks, “And whenever we’re together, when I hear your soft moans, God I feel so undeserving, I just wanna protect you.” 

You feel yourself blushing, drinking in all his affirmations. 

He entwined your fingers together, “I like just being with you.” 

“Why?” you quipped, voice laced with fatigue, yet your smile never really left your lips.

“You make me feel...new.” he let go of your hand, tracing your shoulder, down to your arm, “Every time I touch you, I feel more alive. Every time your skin meets mine, I feel butterflies in my stomach, dancing all over my skin, they make me feel dizzy, but strangely, more awake.”

You softened, your insides melting. Jae had always been a real, honest person. The way he expressed his thoughts, his words always so raw, so genuine. But especially in these intimate moments, his words were more personal, saved for you only.

it made you realise it was indeed possible to fall in love with someone’s mind. He had such a way with words that you lost count of how many variations of sentences he had used to describe his feelings towards you, each time tugging on your heartstring just as strong as the previous ones. 

“I think I’m falling for you.”  he let out. 

“I’ve fallen for you a long time ago.” you sighed.

“I know, me too. But I think I get why they call it falling in love now. I can’t see the end to it, I’m just descending down into an endless pit, in the best way possible.” 

Your surrounding felt airy, sweet. Like you were floating. You inched closer to him, allowing him to cuddle you, his words replaying like broken records  in your head. You were high on love. 

“How do you do it?” you kissed him.

“Do what?” he kissed you back. 

“Your words.. You’re so good at making me feel loved..” 

His lips felt soft and sweet against your own.

“Have you seen yourself? You’re a goddamn angel.” he chuckled against the kiss, bringing his hand to your hair to stroke your head. You shuffled in his hold, making yourself comfortable against him as you closed you eyes, exhaustion taking over your system. 

Jae softened. He liked seeing your pupils enlarging as your lids slowly descended, until your eyes fluttered close, your lashes making you look innocent in your sleep. He loved how your lips formed a small pout every time your body was consumed bit by bit by sleep as you listen to his soothing voice.

“Goodnight Jae.” you mumbled.

"Goodnight.” he hummed. Holding you close he continued stroking your hair until he heard your breathing slowing down, falling asleep in his arms. He kissed your forehead as he closed his own eyes, your even breaths lulling him to sleep. 

My muse. The jam to my butterfly.

[shibuinni3]

Nossas Melodias

29/03/24; Capa para uso pessoal.

Park Jaehyung e Kim Wonpil, Day6.

[yoonguurt]

Taken

pairing: harpy!Jae x reader

genre: smut

warnings: fingering, unprotected sex (please don’t), penetrative sex, yandere themes if you squint. I think that’s it? If not let me know and I can edit it and add what I missed.

word count: 6,521

A/N: Guys I am sorry it’s so late. It is currently 12:38 a.m. and I have been trying to finish this for two days. I had some issues with not one but two power outages and just a hard time with getting my shit together. Thank everyone for your patience, but a huge thanks to K for making this title card and helping me when my motivation lowered.

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Walking a few beats faster than your normal pace, you round the corner just a tad too close, bumping into the wall slightly. Slowing down a little as you rub your right arm, you lift your head briefly to make sure you aren’t on a collision course with anything else before speeding back up. You were used to this route, you took it at least once a week but you frequently went this way even when you didn’t have the Mythology class. Though, to be fair, you weren’t really taking the class, you were the teaching aide, and you absolutely loved it. Your previous class had just ended and even though you weren’t due to the classroom for another two hours, you always went early. It was, in a sense, your “me time.” Your freshman year, you tried so hard to get picked as the aide for Professor Kim, being that was only the person you admired most in life. The man had written no less than three books on different versions of mythology, all of which you had read numerous times, his feature on Greek mythology being your favorite. By the time your sophomore year had come around, your grades had gotten you noticed enough to be considered for being an aide, it was just pure luck that you managed to be assigned to Prof. Kim. By junior year, he had asked for you to once again be his aide, which led to now. 

You sat down at your own little desk in the corner of Prof. Kim’s office, it had been his idea to have you a desk put in his office after he found you in the library pouring over your notes one too many times. It was part of your routine, you would leave from your previous class and go sit somewhere and look over your notes from the previous week. You wanted to make sure that your mind was refreshed before each class. After a few weeks, your mentor mentioned that there was an extra desk in his office that you could use, rather than the uncomfortable tables in the library, which you happily accepted. Once you were settled, you pulled out your notebook and began your routine of looking over your notes. As you hyper focus on your notes, a take out coffee gets placed beside you. A smile plays at your lips as you look up to thank Professor Kim. “How many times have I told you that there are better things for you to be doing with your free time?” You immediately giggle at the playful tone he has and think quickly of a response. “Well, that’s probably true, but how the hell am I supposed to beat you in your own field if I don’t study and do my best?” He lifts his hand to his chest in mock hurt before you both burst into a fit of laughter. With a shake of his head, your mentor turns to his desk and sits and busies himself as you go back to your notes.

You get to the lecture hall before Professor Kim, as usual, he prefers to be “fashionably late” as he likes to say. You scan the room, taking note of everyone present. Most of the students here are returners, you know the vast majority from the previous year. During this year, you’ve taken the time to get to know any new comers. At this point, you know the name of everyone here and what seat they prefer to sit in. Well, until now. As your eyes scan the room, you notice a new face. You take a moment, wondering if you have somehow missed this person every week, but that quickly fades from your mind, you know there’s no absolutely way. But why would a person join the class so late in the semester? He would have missed so much, was there even a point to joining more than halfway through? You realize that your eyes had stayed focused on the new man. He was certainly very handsome. He looked like something only your imagination could conjure up. He was tall and thin with blonde hair that you could tell wasn’t his natural color, but you would be lying if you said it didn’t pair well with his dark chocolate eyes. It hit you that you were STILL staring and you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you quickly tried to move your gaze. You thought you averted your eyes rather quickly, and that made you feel a little bit better, but the last thing about him that you noticed was the small but cocky smirk that played across his lips.

The door slowly opens and Professor Kim silently walks in, not lifting his head until he reaches his podium. He looks around the room, seemingly in suspense before flashing a small smile and addressing the room. “We’re going to be doing something a little different today. Today, I’m going to have Y/N run this lecture.” You’re head snapped in his direction, panic flooding your gaze as it landed on him. He stepped aside from the podium, taking a seat at the small table you were seated at. He gave you a small smile and a slight nod of his head, his way of letting you know he had full confidence in you. You stood, legs slightly shaking as you made your way to the podium in front of the room. You knew these people, for the most part, you knew you shouldn’t be as nervous as you were but you really couldn’t help it. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, opening your eyes to find every set of eyes fixed on you.

Glancing down at your notes, hoping to buy yourself some time to shake your nerves, you take a moment to force yourself to stop holding the podium so tightly. You could see your knuckles turning white and you knew you wouldn’t be able to do this if you were so tense. Taking one more deep breath, you fixed your eyes on the sea of faces in front of you. “Ok guys, I need you to bear with me here. You guys know how quickly my brain flutters from one idea to another and how sometimes my mouth can’t keep up with my brain.” She sighs in relief when that gets a laugh from the class, a smile quickly replacing the anxious frown she had before. Finally feeling a little confidence, you jump right into your first teaching lesson. “Well, we’ve already covered our fair share of gods, theories and creatures, you all know how excited I got about the gorgons,” that got another laugh out of everyone, “but I think I may be able to top that excitement. We’re going to be exploring one of the lesser talked about creatures, and they’re really one of my favorites. Harpies.” You watch as few people perk up at the mention of the creatures, but you notice the blonde man really focus his attention on you. You could only assume that he too had a fascination with the topic, which would explain his sudden appearance.

“There are many different accounts of harpies throughout mythology. They have been called beautiful creatures, but have also been referred as quite the opposite. Some people say they were known to steal food as you were eating it, while others say they would steal people. There’s really only one thing all accounts have in common. Harpies were known to be some form of a mix of a woman and a bird.” Your eyes had continued to scan the room and every time your eyes landed on the handsome stranger, you could tell that he seemed to be hanging on your every word. The other students, while you could tell they were intrigued, it was nothing compared to the blonde man. His interest struck you as odd. Not that he was interested, just the look on his face as you spoke. His eyes were focused on you, seeming to burn through you really, and his face was like stone. He looked like he could erupt in anger at any time, but you couldn’t think of a reason why he would. Tearing your attention away, you continued your lecture, not wanting to lose your momentum. “This leads researchers to believe that there weren’t male harpies.” You could hear someone give a disgusted snort from somewhere in the room. You stop and look around, trying to figure out where it came from. The quick glance offers you no information, but you feel a little hurt that this would happen during your first lesson. You push that hurt feeling and continued on. 

You conclude your lesson, releasing a breath that you hadn’t realized you had been holding, but feeling proud that you hadn’t flubbed anything up too badly. Professor Kim tells everyone that they are free to go, turning to you afterward and let you know how proud he is of you and finishing off by saying that he is considering making this a semi regular thing. You grace him with the biggest smile you think you’ve ever had and thank him and tell him how much you appreciate it. He dismisses you shortly after and you walk out feeling like nothing could ruin your day. 

As you walk down the hall, you think about what you should do for the rest of the day. Mythology was your last class for the day, and while you really want to start planning for next week, you know it’s probably far too soon to be doing that. Especially since you know that you’ll make approximately 300 changes before the next class. You settle on getting a coffee on the way home and settling in front of the tv. A sudden call of your name draws you out of your thoughts and you quickly turn around to see where the voice came from. You see the tall newcomer from the mythology class walking toward you. Well, sauntering really. You can see the amount of confidence he has in himself just by his stride, he’s gorgeous and he knows it. He catches up and doesn’t immediately speak, which baffles you a little. The man had the nerve to stop you in a crowded hallway just to not even speak. What the hell was that about? “Do you have a question about class or something?” You try to keep your voice as polite as possible, despite the small irritation you feel. The man gives you that stupid smirk again and shakes his head lightly, causing his hair to fall into his face a little, which makes him more attractive and  you more irritated. “I can see you know alot about mythology, but you also don’t know as much as you think you do. Your harpy interpretation was really cute, but wrong. Now if you really want to learn about harpies, let me know.” He hands a small slip of paper, which no doubt has his number on it, before he gives you a smile that is small but somehow still manages to give you butterflies. As he walks off without another word, you’re left speechless. Just who the hell does this guy think he is?

Over the next few days, you notice that you see the stranger almost everywhere. Late night run to the corner store near your house, he’s in the aisle next to you. Go to the library to check out some possible topics for next week, he’s at the table across from you. He was even at the park on the other side of town when you decided to go read under a tree. By the time you see him in your favorite coffee shop, you’ve had enough. You push your chair out from under you, the sound of the legs sliding against the floor making your ears hurt slightly and causes a chill to run down your spine, but you can’t be bothered to care. You have a fire behind your eyes as you stalk over to where he’s sitting and give a poke on the shoulder. “What the fuck is your deal, huh? Are you following me or something?” He looks at you with a dead pan face, other than a slight look of confusion. “I really have no idea what the hell you are talking about.” You study his face for a moment and you can’t see any sign of lying and you immediately feel silly. You issue a  quick apology and change the subject, hoping to breeze past your lashing out. “Who are you anyway? I’ve never seen you in myth before the other day. Did you just decide to drop by late semester to see what it was about?” He lets out a small laugh and you’re struck by how beautiful a laugh can be. “The name is Jae, I guess you could say I am new to the area.” His reply is brief, but all of your questions are answered and when he gives you a full smile you immediately drop your gaze to your feet, suddenly flustered. The fact that he had gotten you flustered twice already had you slightly irritated. The flustered blushing girl was not who you were. You had always been a very confident and sure of yourself, blushing and getting tongue tied was not something you did often. And now this complete stranger had made it happen TWICE in less than a week was aggravating.

“Have you thought about my offer, teachy lady?” Even with your eyes on the floor, you could hear his smirk. You’re blush was quickly gone as you felt the slightest tint of anger bubble up in your stomach. “I’ve been studying mythology for years, I really doubt there is anything you could tell me that I don’t already know.” Your tone was curt, maybe a little more than you had intended but that was completely fine with you. You fixed your glare on the pair of eyes in front of you, doing your best not to fall into a trance of just staring at the beauty in them. The brief silence was broken in the form of a harsh laugh. You narrowed your eyes as Jae continued to laugh until he was a little out of breath. “No offense, dollface, but you don’t know shit.” he stood from the table and moved toward the door. “When you’re ready to talk, you have my number.”

The thoughts of the coffee house interaction still fill your mind as you ready yourself for bed. You honestly can’t believe he spoke to you that way, especially during your first actual conversation with the man. But what was worse was that it actually turned you on. It wasn’t the words he said as much as the tone he said them in. He had this cocky tone that affected you deep down in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t want to simmer on that thought for too long, you did your best to shake the thought from your head as you crawled into bed. You made sure to flip your pillow over, cold side is always the best side, before you slid under the covers and waited for sleep to take you.

You feel tips of fingers ghosting up your thigh, inching closer and closer to clothed heat. Just before they reach their mark, they sweep to the side and fall down to grab a handful of your ass, nails digging into your flesh. You let out a whimper, making your disappointment known, only to be met with a soft smack on the cheek of your ass. You let out a loud whine, loving the small sting the swat left behind. “Patience, baby. You’ll get everything you want, you just have to be patient.” The words whispered in your ear came just before a soft nibble to your earlobe. You could feel the wetness from you sex causing your underwear to cling to you. How would one man have so much power over you to have you so wet without even touching you? The ghost tips were back, this time traveling from your neck, down to your breasts before gently bypassing the hem on your sleep pants. You felt a burst of pleasure as a slow circle was drawn around your clit as the single digit slid through your folds and slowly pushed into your entrance. You let out a soft sigh, finally getting some sort of relief, pleasure flowing through your body. Your mind was clouded as a second finger prodded at your entrance only allowing you to form a single word. “Jae.”

You jolted up in your bed, a slight sheen of sweat covering your body. What the fuck was that? This could not be happening, you didn’t even really like the guy. Sure he had the beauty of a god, he smelled nice, and his laugh sounded heavenly, but that doesn’t mean anything. You still didn’t like him. Your gaze drifted to your purse where the slip of paper he had given you still remained crumpled up among the mass of pens you seem to collect. Absolutely not, there was no way. This was just a dream, it didn’t mean a thing, not one thing. You could totally ignore that dream like it never happened and not think of it at all. Totally. 

You were doing pretty good about not thinking about your dream. You had gone to your classes and had been able to completely focus on what the lecture was about and had been able to take some great notes. You honestly hadn’t even thought of Jae or the dream since you had gotten a shower and headed out for your day. Still keeping your mind off of it, you sat at your desk in Professor Kim’s office, looking over some notes your mentor had been gracious enough to take for you last week. The two of you had already talked about this lecture and you were both relieved and a little disappointed that you would not be leading this week. You hadn’t really prepared much, which was completely unlike you, so you were glad you weren’t having to lecture without preparing. On the other hand, you had enjoyed the feeling of being in front of everyone as they listened to you. Realizing the time, you shut your notebook and walked to the lecture room. You did notice that you weren’t walking at your normal speed, and you couldn’t really figure out why you were sort of dragging but you decided not to think about it too long.

You made it to the room just before Professor Kim walked in, which really let you know how slow you must have been walking. You scanned the room, not wanting to admit that you couldn’t really decide whether or not you wanted to see that shimmer of blonde hair. When you didn’t see Jae, you felt a mix of emotions, but you absolutely would not consider the fact that you were more disappointed than relieved. You sat down at the desk just to the left of the podium, gaze focused on your mentor when a voice pipes in behind you. “Sorry for being late, class ran over.” You turn and see Jae walking in and he flashes a quick smile. Of course your cheeks flush, how does he even do that? He moves to take a seat at the front of the room, the opposite of where he sat last week. You quickly snap your head back to the man at the podium, trying to pay attention to what he says. It doesn’t take long for you to feel like you’re being watched and you cast a small glance toward the rest of the people in the room, only to find Jae’s eyes solely focused on you. You cut your eyes away quickly, but you can still feel his eyes on you. You leave the lecture with no new notes, no memory of what the professor talked about, and a gnawing sensation in your gut.

Jae and the dream had been on your mind since you left mythology. You had done everything you could to take your mind off of it and so far nothing had worked. So here you were, angrily scrubbing your already clean kitchen counter. You thought back to how he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you and it made your blood boil a little. You started scrubbing with a bit more force, every now and then your gaze flittered over to your purse. Should you just get him over here and just let him annoy you so you could stop thinking of his hand down your pants? Or maybe you could get him over for a quick fuck? After realizing the scrubbing had stopped, you tossed your sponge in your sink and made your way to your coffee table. Turning your purse over and letting the contents fall all over the table, you fumbled around trying to find the small crumpled paper. After a brief search, you find it and unfold it, staring at it for a moment as you try to make up your mind. Not letting yourself think about it too much, you grab your phone and type Jae’s number and a short message. “Still up for that talk about harpies?”

Fifteen minutes later as you sit on your couch, bouncing your legs nervously, you hear a knock on the door. You still weren’t sure how he hadn’t needed your address, but maybe he lived near or something. He did seem to live close since he was always where you were. You scrambled to get to the door before he knocked again, opening just as his hand was about to rap against it. You both stood there in silence, just staring at each other for a while until Jae lifted his eyebrow and nodded his head toward your apartment. You stuttered a bit while telling him to come in and asking if he wanted anything to drink. He gave you a polite no as he sat down in the chair across from the couch while you sat down on the far end of the couch, trying to put some distance between you so maybe he couldn’t affect you as much. The silence from before resumed, with you sitting there awkwardly while he seemed very relaxed and calm. “What’s wrong, dollface? I make you nervous or something?” His voice brought you out of your awkward phase rather quickly. “Are you gonna talk about harpies or just flirt?” 

He gave a loud laugh, leaning farther back in the chair while he tried to catch his breath. “Fair enough, babe. So let me start with the harpies being ugly thing. That is just rude and an insult. Have you ever met a harpy? How do you know if they’re ugly? Never judge on someone else’s opinion, dollface.” You almost burst out laughing. Was this man serious? Here he was talking like harpies were real and walking among people, rather than a myth. “And secondly. No males? What the heck is that about? How would you get more harpies if male harpies weren’t a thing? You do know how reproduction works, don’t you? I know for a fact that harpies are in fact beautiful creatures and there are male harpies. I mean, just look at me, male and beautiful.”"

He flashed a cocky smile, and you weren't sure what he was saying. Was this man trying to imply that he was a harpy? You couldn't stop yourself from laughing this time, letting it all out until you were gasping for air. "Are you seriously trying to tell me that you are a harpy?" you managed to get out once you had caught your breath. He stared at you for a moment before he replied. "Yes. That is exactly what I'm saying." You didn't think you had it in you to laugh more, but you were wrong. "Hey! Stop laughing, woman! I'm serious here." But stop laughing you did not do. You just started laughing harder, tears forming in your eyes, only stopping when he stood up. "Fine. I'll show you."

He stood next to the chair as he took off his black hoodie and tossed it on the back of the chair, followed by his shirt. You were taken aback by his random stripping in your living room and quickly moved to cover your eyes. You heard what sounded like the flap of wings before he spoke to you. "You can't see if you cover your eyes, dummy." Tearing your hands away, you were ready to snap at him when you finally got a look at him. Given the circumstances, you were ashamed to admit that the first place your eyes went was his naked chest. He wasn't super defined but he was definitely nice to look at. "My wings are back here, darling." Your eyes snapped up to see that he did in fact have a set of wings and your eyes widened. They were huge and resembled the wings of an eagle. You placed your hand on his shoulder, forcing him to turn so you could see if had glued them on or something, but you found that they were very much attached to his back. You stood there in awe for a while, not sure what to say. His voice once again brought you out of your daze. 

"You can touch them if you want." His voice wasn't far above a whisper and you glanced up at him to double check that it would be ok. His eyes were soft and he looked back down at you and nodded his head gently. You reached out and slowly moved your hand forward cautiously. When your skin met the feathers, you almost snatched back as a reflex, but you fought it and ran your hand down the side of the wing. They were soft, softer than anything you had ever felt, and you felt wrong touching them. Like they were made of glass. You quickly moved your hand back, causing a look of surprise to pass across Jae's features. 

"Are you scared of me, dollface?" Were you scared? You didn't feel fear, at least you didn't think so. You felt many things. Awe, confusion, amazement, lust, but fear was nowhere to be found. You knew that you most definitely SHOULD be afraid, but you couldn’t find a reason to be. You didn’t feel like he would harm you in any way and you really couldn’t explain why, but you accepted it without much thought. You realized that you still needed to answer him, but you didn’t feel like words were not what was needed. Standing on your toes, you leaned in toward his mouth, hoping that he would meet you somewhere in the middle. He didn’t move, opting to let you stretch and reach until your lips found his. He stayed still for a moment only moving when his hand lifted to cup your face. It was unlike any kiss you had had before. It was intoxicating. It was soft and strong at the same time, sweet but full of lust. It didn’t take long for his tongue to swipe at your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You didn’t hesitate to fulfil his unspoken request, immediately flooded with the taste of him. He tasted of coffee, a sweet flavor with a hint of bitterness. You felt that it should be an unpleasant taste, but you could tell that you were already addicted. The soft moan that you whimpered couldn’t be held in and you could tell that he was pleased that you didn’t hold it when his hand moved from your jaw to your waist, pulling closer to him. He pulled back, to catch his breath you assumed, and rested his forehead on yours. “I’ll take that as a no then.” The heat of his breath fanned over your face, and you felt your knees start to buckle at the sound of his husky whisper.

He pulled your body closer, though you were sure you couldn’t get much closer to him. With a quirked eyebrow, he met your gaze. “Bed?” You nodded almost too excitedly, earning a chuckle from Jae. Taking his hand, you turned and led him down the hall to your small bedroom. He closed the door behind himself, quickly spinning you around as his hands found your ass and he lifted you up and pressed your back against the door. You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, lightly grinding your core against the growing bulge in his sweats. He let out a low moan before backing up slightly, just enough so his bulge had moved away from you. “So needy, already?” Your reply came only in the form of a moan, which granted you another chuckle from Jae. You whined, hoping it would convince him to move back and give you the friction you needed. He did move closer, but only to whisper in your ear. “Patience, baby.” You instantly moaned loudly as the memory of your dream came flooding back to you. Jae moved back against you before removing your back from the door and turning you both towards your bed. You were expecting him to toss you onto your bed, but instead he gently laid you down, climbing over you without breaking the kiss he had surprised you with. When you were firmly planted on the bed, he stood up straight, his wings raised and you weren’t sure you had seen anything sexier in your life. “I think it’s a little unfair that I have my shirt off and here you are still fully clothed.” Your arms instantly flew to the hem of your shirt, ready to tear it off and fling it to some unknown part of the room. Jae’s hands moved on top of yours, slowing your movements. “There’s no need to rush, dollface. What did I say about patience?” He stood back straight, allowing you to remove your own shirt. You slowed your pace, taking an agonizingly long time to rid yourself of the article. When your shirt was fully off, you tossed it to the floor, reaching around to unclasp your bra. You were slow with your movements again, eyes locked on Jae’s face as he watched you. When you tossed it aside, leaving yourself bare, you could see the lust in Jae’s eyes. His pupils were dark and blown out and his tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips.

You leaned back on the bed, putting your arms behind you and waited for Jae to make a move. He just stared for a moment, taking you in for a while. When he finally moved, his hands lunged forward, grabbing your leggings and pulling them down your legs slowly. He kept eye contact as he took what felt like forever to rid you of the clothing, only making you soak your panties further. Once he had your leggings off, he lowered himself on top of you, making his way to your neck, leaving small nibbles along your jaw. You turned your head to give him better access, a low groan coming from him in appreciation. His lips were suddenly replaced with his tongue, licking a slow stripe from the bottom of your jaw to your ear. He took your lobe into his mouth and giving it a bite as he moved his lips up. “Tell me what you want, baby.” His voice was low with a small bit of rasp to it, that coupled with his words had you moaning almost instantly. He hummed against your skin, urging you to give him an answer. “F-fingers” was all you could say, hoping to relive your dream in any way you could. He gave you a quick kiss as his hand made its way down to the hem of your underwear. You held your breath as he inched closer, the anticipation had you dripping and you needed some sort of relief. Finally his hand made its way into your underwear and you were almost panting as you waited for him to make contact with your throbbing clit. Just before his finger reached your bud, he quickly moved his hand lower, skipping over your clit completely. You let out a whine and he gave a chuckle as his face lowered to your chest. 

He took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he slowly plunged two fingers into you. The feeling of finally having something filling you gave you just enough to give you the pleasure you had been craving, but his slow pace had you still needing more. You let out a long whine as you let your hand fall to his arm and tried to shove him further down. “M-more. Please.” You could feel him smile against your breast before he bit down and slid his mouth off of you. “Such a needy girl.” His tone was playful, but the look in his eye was very serious. Picking up his pace, he curled his fingers slightly finding your sweet spot almost immediately. Your moan was so intense that it almost felt like it hadn’t even come from you. On instinct, you grabbed Jae’s shoulder, nails digging into his skin. He let out a small moan of his own and tried to make a mental note of a sweet spot of his own. His pace quickened once more, his fingers pumping in and out of, causing your high to approach rapidly. You could feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten and Jae must have sensed it too. He leaned into you, lips just barely touching the shell of your ear. “Come on, let go for me, dollface.” With one last hard thrust of his fingers, the coil burst as you came all over his fingers and he helped you ride out your orgasm.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth, making sure to keep eye contact, and slowly shoved them in his mouth. He let out a groan at your taste, eyes slowly closing as he savored your release. The sight was beautiful. You loved being able to see how much he loved the way you tasted, you could almost watch him all day. The neediness you still felt said otherwise. Without really thinking, you grabbed one of his wings and gave it a small tug, catching his attention but also earning a groan. You’d revisit that later. “Jae. I need you inside of me. Please.” He gave you a smirk as he moved to fit himself between your legs. He lined himself up with your entrance, pausing briefly to make eye contact as he slowly pushed into your walls. Once he finally bottomed out, you let out a long moan, feeling more full that you ever had before. He gave you a moment to adjust, but you were quick to start moving your hips and whining for him to move. He slowly pulled himself back before harshly thrusting into you, causing another loud moan to fall from your lips. “You take me so well, dollface. I knew you would as soon as I saw you.” 

Praise was falling from his lips as he picked up his pace, holding your hips in place as he timed his thrusts. Moans were falling from your mouth almost constantly as his pace picks up again. Your hands were wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into the skin around the base of his wings, his loud moans letting you know how much of a sweet spot you had found. His mouth fell to your neck and his pace got sloppy. You could tell he was close and so were you, his name falling from your mouth like a prayer. “Give me one more, baby. I know you can do it. Let it go.” One hard thrust was all you needed to come around his cock, with one final moan. Jae hurriedly asked you where you wanted him to cum. You didn’t have the strength to form words, so your reply was a simple whine as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you with your feet. You knew by a moan, deeper and longer than all the rest, that he got your meaning. Giving a few more hard thrusts, his hips grew frantic as he chased his own high. His body finally stilled as he released inside of you, choked moans and grunts falling from his mouth as he planted his face in the bend  of your neck.

Jae placed a kiss sweetly on your lips and asked if you were ok and made sure he hadn’t hurt you in any way. “ ‘M fine. Just tired.” It had taken all of your strength to form the broken sentence and you watched as he gave you another small kiss and get up to clean you up and find your clothes. He got himself dressed and asked if you wanted him to stay or if he needed to leave, and you responded by making grabby hands at him. He gave a quiet giggle as he climbed into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you as snuggled close to him. “I knew you’d be the one. I just knew.” Sleep took you before you could ask him what he meant. 

You could feel air blowing against your face, drawing you from your slumber. You slowly opened your eyes to find the sunrise, and you were very confused as to where you were. You move to get a better look at your surroundings. “Be still or you’ll fall, baby.” You look around to see Jae smiling at you, brighter than you had seen yet. Glancing around again, you turn to Jae, eyes full of concern. “Jae what’s going on? Where are we?” His smiles fades into a smirk as he places a kiss against your temple, warming you up despite the bitter breeze. “I’m taking you to my nest, dollface.” He gives you a small squeeze before he continues. “There are a few things I need to say. Remember in the coffee shop when you asked me why I was everywhere you were? I might have lied. I was following you, but only because you interested me so much. I just wanted to see what made you tick. After I told you what I am and you accepted me, and then after our wonderful night together, I decided that I wanted to keep you around. So, we’re heading to my nest. My home.” You watched him for a moment, confusion still clouding your mind. “And what if I don’t want to go to your nest?” Your tone was playful, not really sure what outcome you wanted or really what you expected him to say. He gave you another kiss to the temple and flashed you a smile. “Well. Then I drop you.”

[onyourzeus]

it just is | pjh

ykcyj ➝ arskyh

title: it just is pairing: park jaehyung (jae of day6) & you genre: angst with a happy ending words: 4.2k

author’s note: this took a few days to write because i wanted to approach it with sensitivity, and some realism from personal experiences. as i get to know jae as an artist, a day6 member, and a person even more, i feel so grateful for his music and his vulnerability that oftentimes is met with differing opinions from other people. i wanted to express that in this fic, and i hope i did the genre justice. 

content warning: discussions of online hate, criticism, feelings of worthlessness, coping through them

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

You don’t get it— or maybe you do. You’ve been given criticism before; on a powerpoint presentation, college-level essays, exams with written solutions needed, even for work performances. It has its benefits, having other qualified people observe you through their own lenses. It makes you notice the errors in your answers, mispronunciations, and flaws in your work ethic you wouldn’t have been able to catch if you were tasked to evaluate yourself. 

There’s a difference however, in the ways that you’ve experienced being given criticism and the way Jae has. 

He gets criticized. Instead of firm and blunt observations that he needs to take into consideration, and adjust when necessary, he isn’t given a room for improvement. He just receives these words with a punch to the gut, a slap on his face, and it stings. A whole damn lot. 

You think about the unfair times you were given criticism for work or a task that you originally thought was executed decently enough, at least for your standards. But that’s the point of being handed blunt feedback, is to let you realize that you can reach higher than this, go beyond what you previously had shown to others or even to yourself. 

Criticism given to you over the years had always spared space for you to reflect, and grow with it. It was always supposed to be a weapon for you to take into your own hands, and wield it yourself. It was never meant to attack you full force, and leave you bleeding with no help in sight. 

So maybe you do get it, but also you never really will when it comes to Jae. 

Either way, you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t pick up the phone at a time when everyone in the city should be fast, fast asleep. When people have already drifted off into a deep slumber that enables them to dream beautiful things. 

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you wouldn’t ride your bicycle so late at night which you absolutely abhor. The cold air hitting your face as you speed up against its current is rarely a welcomed feeling, but that was the least of your concerns as you turned the corner to his apartment. 

When it comes to Jae, your mind hums a low beep, static noise to blaring fire alarms and resounding thoughts in an instant. 

You don't think much of it, however. He's just another friend, one who is in need. 

You never truly believed he could be alright by himself, but you wanted to give him a chance. Now, hearing his voice crack through your phone followed by the connection breaking apart, you struggle to forgive yourself for letting him be. Even for just a little bit. 

There wasn’t a need to knock, but you’re worried Jae may have forgotten he even called you in hesitation in the first place. In order to avoid spooking him, you make your presence known more clearly in the darkness. 

“Jae, it’s me. I’m coming into your room.” 

The door squeaks lightly, but the view isn’t any different. It remains dark, and lifeless in here. Stepping inside, the air just got a little bit heavier, and Jae’s breathing sounds more difficult that you began feeling aware of your own heart rate speeding up.

Retracing your steps from the multiples times you’ve been here, you get to the small lamp he barely uses on his desk. You turn it on the lowest brightness setting, giving the room a bit more dimension. It gives you a better view of Jae laying down on his bed, eyes staring into the ceiling. His hands support the weight of his head, lifting it up from the sheets. 

He sniffles for a split second, and your heart thuds like a mic stand dropping on the floor at an empty stadium. 

“Hey,” you approach him, careful not to be too loud with your movements. 

The mattress dips from the weight of your body, and Jae slightly shuffles to the side to give you room. The side of your lips twitch in response as you make yourself comfortable laying down next to him.

For the next few minutes, no one talked. 

Not even a hello back from him, and that’s new. 

It’s… concerning, to say the least. Even in his most stressful days, you’d stop by his place knowing it’d annoy him but the sight of you and the smell of homemade spam musubi never fails to brighten up his mood. 

He doesn’t forget to tell you that, and it makes you feel needed. 

Taking in a deep breath, you look at him in the corner of your eye. He’s not asleep, although his eyes flutter back and forth from keeping it trained to the ceiling and drooping it ever so slightly. You squint further, noticing dried streaks of tears blurring onto his skin. 

Your voice shakes. "Tell me where it hurts, Jae.”

You will yourself to resist your own choked out sobs. You’re not even sure what the issue was today. It’s always different, as if they have a giant wheel reserved just for him that someone gets to spin for their own pleasure. 

Sometimes it lands on the same, debunked misunderstanding. Other times, you’ve become shell-shocked at how quick they fill in the blanks with made-up accusations for the sole purpose of hurting him even more.

None of it makes sense, and what angers you the most is the fact that Jae made you promise not to interfere. You hate that he used that word with you, promise me, please? because both of you know the importance behind them, especially when said between the two of you.

Did he change his mind tonight? Did it suddenly become too much to bear that breaking the very promise he asked of you was his last resort for help? 

“Tell me,” you repeat with more determination now than overwhelmed nerves. 

“You wouldn’t understand,” Jae answers, cold and empty. 

Any other day that you pester him with a makeshift therapy session, you’d take that as a challenge. But tonight, his words linger in the air and you can’t shake off the goosebumps on your skin. 

Maybe he’s right; at this point, shouldn’t you be more irritated than concerned? If he’s not willing to at least describe how inflicting the pain must be with every word online stabbed into him, why do you bother cleaning up the mess? 

“How do you know that?” 

“Because you’re not me. They say those things because it’s me. I’m the problem.”

“Jae—" 

You have the script memorized, the tirade of counterpoints to every blame shifted upon himself, but tonight you stop the words spilling from your mouth. 

You turn your body towards him, hands folded underneath your cheek, a lone tear falling from your right eye.

“Do you believe them?” You ask, and the pause in Jae’s staring doesn’t go unnoticed. 

He finally looks at you directly, ever since laying down beside him on his bed. With his body still laying flat, he turns his head to face you, his lips pressed together roughly. 

You elicit a tsk sound, ignoring the amount of time that has passed since your question. Your fingers meet the cracked skin on his lips as you gently pry them off of each other. It’s wet, and the bright ring of blood doesn’t surprise you. Instead, you wipe it away, pulling your hand back to smear it off your shirt. 

At some point, Jae mouths you a sorry but you don’t acknowledge him. Just as he’s obviously avoiding your own query.

“You’re not sleeping well,” it was more a fact than another question thrown at him. You reckon he’d be more cooperative with you if you say it how it is without him denying openly obvious things. 

“You’re only drinking dubious cups of coffee in a day with one meal in between, at the most.”

“I haven’t had an appetite recently.”

“But you’d cater to your growing caffeine addiction more so than bring your appetite back?” 

You don’t want to sound mean, but the stress lines forming on your forehead aren’t helping with your attempt to ease into the conversation more slowly. 

Jae sighs, and it’s one of his many signs that entails he wants to move on, talk about something that is less targeting his questionable behavior and more mundane shit that doesn’t fit into the mood of the room at all. 

“I didn’t think you’d come.”

Unexpectedly, you look back at him and answer with a hint of surprise, “You think so low of me.”

Jae laughs, and for a moment the room became brighter. Just a little bit. 

“Dude, do you know what time it is?” 

“Yes, do you?” It was a rhetorical question, but you’re sort of glad he’s not just staying silent anymore. “I don’t have class in the morning. Even if I did, I’d still be here. Just cursing you out more for making me bike in the cold.” 

“It’s because you don’t wear enough layers, dummy,” Jae points out, pointing at the lack of thick clothing covering your upper body. 

Your first instinct is to flick his forehead, nudge him by the shoulder, and call him a fool. How can you even think of yourself that way when you receive a call from someone whose voice was on the verge of tears? 

But you let it go for now, it’s not like he’ll believe you. It’s not like it matters. 

“I still haven’t gotten my From Friends merch, Jae,” you taunt him and he laughs once more. Slowly, you feel his mood change from dreary to a few degrees warmer as he sits up on the bed. 

You follow his lead, keeping your knees close, chin resting atop them. You’ll humor him for right now, it’s probably best that you don’t force his feelings out in the open as unwanted as they may be. He might not allow you in the future if you do.

“You can have one of mine. They gave me a ton from the first test batches,” he offers, leaning into you as if to convince you even more. 

“I’m seriously gonna hold you onto that. I’m not leaving your apartment tonight without a sweater or two,” you respond, darting your tongue out. Normally, Jae would reciprocate, and if he’s feeling even riskier, inch his face towards yours for shock value. 

Tonight, he’s definitely acting differently than normal. Especially with what he says right after is not something you’d expect from Jae. 

“Don’t leave tonight.” 

“I—” 

“Just for tonight?” Jae pleads, gaze fully on yours now. “I’m sorry for being selfish, but… I’m really, really glad you came. I wouldn’t know what… I’m just.. lost and I don’t know what else to think. I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be. I’ll stay,” you reassure him, not entirely sure what this entails. 

This doesn’t feel like those nights you’d be here for sleepovers countless of times before. Those nights were planned, prepared, and eventually ends up with Jae sleeping on the couch and you hogging his bed, as per your request (yet he willingly lends you his blanket). 

Maybe two, three hours at best— this was the amount of time you believed you’d stay. You’ll listen to him vent, or just sink into the silence with him. Either way, you knew your presence can only soothe his pain temporarily, and he won’t say it out loud so you show yourself out the door voluntarily. 

He wouldn’t protest, just hug you goodbye and ask that you text him when you get home. 

You awkwardly stretch out your legs, placing your hands on your thighs. Swallowing a nervous breath, you let out, “So, um, do you want to talk about it, pal… or…” 

All of a sudden you can’t comprehend a single word you’re saying, while Jae just stares at you amusingly, his lips in a tight smile waiting to burst out in giggles. 

“I’m trying to comfort you here!” you whine, pouting at the way he’s making fun of you. “When you suddenly ask me to stay just like that, it makes it… weird!”

“I’m sorry,” Jae chuckles airily, carding a hand through his ruffled dark brown locks. “It’s fun for me when I’m not the butt of the joke,” he continues on, tone spiraling to that of seriousness again. 

“Is it something incredibly absurd again? What was it? What happened?” 

Jae shakes his head. “The words don’t matter.” 

You argue back, “Yes, they do. It’s what hurts the most.” 

You’ve seen the tweets, sometimes even the hashtags and you wish there was a way to mass report the whole app altogether, and throw it all away in the trash. But Jae reprimands you for overreacting, even if you catch him smiling at the suggestion. 

“Debatable,” he sighs outwardly, clasping his hands together and resting them in between the wall and the nape of his neck. “A lot of them are just empty words, sure, but the pain they inflict is something else entirely.” 

There’s something about the way Jae speaks about criticism thrown at him that makes you frustrated. 

It’s not a secret that there isn’t an ounce of defensive vein in you when you’re at the receiving end of people finding faults in your work, your character. You believe humans are overprotective of who they think they are, they’ve become, as much as they like to hide it. 

But with Jae, he sounds way too calm and composed for your liking. Ironically so, since he mentions pain. Perhaps this is his coping mechanism, take them as they are, unembellished and oftentimes hurtful. 

But it doesn’t have to be that way, because the more he speaks of them so nonchalantly, the less his eyes sparkle and show his true feelings. 

Your eyebrows crease even further, examining Jae’s facial features that remain still and unmoving, giving attention to anything else in his line of sight but you. 

“A lot of them are false accusations, you don’t have to accept what you think is false.”

“Are they, though? To an extent, I think it shows what others perceive of me on a daily basis.” 

“So you’re saying you do believe what they say about you?” 

“At this point,” Jae starts off, stretching his arms upwards before crossing them against his chest languidly. He looks tired. “What else do I believe in? You know when the negativity becomes so loud in your head, I can’t explain it, but the words that tell me to keep going get muddled and overpowered by everything that screams I’m not enough?” 

You’re not sure whether to respond. 

It doesn’t seem like anything you say can add value to his confession. You look down on your hands, not knowing what to do with them so you keep them intertwined. It’s sweaty, yet the buzzing of his air conditioner fills the air. For some reason, you can’t stop your heart from pounding heavily inside you either. 

In a way, it’s possibly because of the realization that all you can offer Jae is an ear to listen to. All you can offer him is your body warmth hopefully exuding onto him, having the presence of another person in his space just to ensure that someone is listening to what he has to say. When no one else seems to let him do so online.

But you want to be more, you have wanted to be so much more. You wish your hands can extend themselves to his, pull him closer so he can hear your heart beating desperately for him. If it had a morse code of its own, it would have confessed the love you feel for him all this time. 

It’s gone quiet again, so you slowly lift your head to sneak a peek at him. His eyes are closed, and you wonder if he’s fallen asleep with unwanted thoughts fogging his brain. 

Great, the guilt makes it way on your shoulders, weighing you down with it. He asks you to stay, you don’t believe his sincerity, and when he’s opened up so much in one night, you lack the response he needed to hear. 

“If it means anything, I don’t believe them. You have your share of dumb moments, sure, but who hasn’t? If they figured out how much stupid shit I have said or done in my lifetime, I don’t think I’ll have a career ever again,” you mutter, mostly to yourself now. 

Your mind wanders back to those times that you’ve made yourself look like a fool in front of Jae, and he still holds you against them to this day. 

“Remember when I said owls were the cutest animals ever? And then I saw a tumblr post of what their legs looked like underneath all of those feathers? I felt so betrayed,” you recall out loud, snickering at times the group chat you shared with Jae and your mutual friends consisted solely of those creepy baby owl pictures that have surfaced on the internet-- seemingly their only purpose was to torment you with the truth.

You had posted your intense distaste of the animal on your Twitter, rather proudly even. It was a good thing your account was private, but the shame you felt was too intense to keep it on your profile for too long so you ended up deleting it, anyway. 

But imagine if someone had somehow saved that tweet and called you out for being cruel towards unsuspecting birds? 

“Or the time I got so drunk, I basically roasted all of your solo songs, calling them the national anthem of a hopeless romantic who will never find the love they’ve been praying for?” This was before It Just Is with Seori, and it was a dare that Younghyun had given you as payback for making him act out a lovey-dovey manhwa scene with Dowoon. 

You think, if their supporters heard that out of context, you’re most likely toast. 

Understandably, these are all a stretch, and at the end of the day, you’re not as famous as Jae. And if anything, the “roast” you had blurted out was completely inaccurate of what you actually think of his solo projects. 

A projection, if you will, of your own feelings. If anyone in your circle of friends wears the title of a hopeless romantic, the crown has been glued to your head since meeting Jae. 

“I’m not making any sense,” you say, rubbing your cheeks for comfort while watching Jae just doze off into the night. You weren’t sure if he still needed you to stay, but you’d feel it would be amiss if you left. 

You begin to shuffle your way off the bed to give yourself more space to think about your next move until you feel Jae’s hand reach for yours, and squeeze it tight. 

“I didn’t say you can go,” he mumbles sleepily, eyes still fluttered close. Yet his lips are smiling, almost as if he’s dreaming lightly. If that were the case, you humor him, and let his hand fall into yours. You like it that way, too. 

“Did you hear what I just said two minutes ago?”

“No,” he lies. 

“Mhm,” you hum, slowly making your way on the bed again. This time, you sit next to him, his sweatpants clad thigh leaning against your leggings. Your hands still held together, albeit loosely, he lifts it up as if to examine it with droopy eyes. 

“Thanks, though. Oddly enough, that made me feel a little better,” he admits. “Except for that time you said hated my songs. I don’t think I’m letting that go easily.”

“I was apologetic, and it was a dare! I offered you food for a week,” you protest, shaking his hand off but he doesn’t budge. He keeps it in his palms, and you don’t know what to do with yourself. 

A blush escapes on your cheeks, pink and warm, and most definitely as a result of your nerves getting the best of you. 

“True,” he recalls, and tilts his head to the side inquisitively, “but it sounded like you really meant it…”

“Jae, you know that’s not true. I literally stream them on soundcloud almost every day,” you say a matter-of-factly, but regret it since it wasn’t something that he had no knowledge about before tonight. He pulls your hand closer to his chest, and excitedly beams at you. 

“No way?” He exclaims, and you have no choice but to confirm, a helpless pout on your face. “Yeah, I listened to it on the way here.” 

“My number one fan, huh,” he coos, tracing the lines on your palm. You gulp hard, knowing how much sweat your hands had accumulated since meeting his touch. You really don’t want him to notice, but the soothing caress of his fingers felt better than not anything else in the world. 

“Whatever floats your boat, dude,” you try to brush it off, and Jae nods animatedly. 

You try your best not to appear sleepy as a yawn finds its way out your lips. Jae notices this, and sadly lets go. Then, he taps on his shoulder, the one right next to you. 

“Sleep, my child.” 

“Never call me that. Ever again.”

“Don’t be dramatic, and just lean in,” he insists, cradling your head until you plop down on him. 

It feels awkward, angled a bit on the uncomfortable side. But he adjusts for you, and you feel your body giving in to the source of support for your weary mind. 

“I can sleep on the couch—”

“Shh, no more talking.” 

Silently, you roll your eyes and say nothing more. Your fingers fiddle with each other once again, remembering how much of Jae’s skin slid next to yours, and now your cheek is pressed down on his frame. 

Again, this isn’t the first time it’s happened, but the events leading up to this particular night is all new to you. You allow your body to get comfortable, used to this feeling, even if it’s just tonight. 

Your original plan was to be Jae’s shoulder to lean on, but the roles seem to have reversed. 

Softly, Jae calls your name. For a second, you’re too immersed in the synchronized breathing the two of you share. When he brings your hand into his, your senses perk up but you refuse to look into his eyes; afraid of what he might see in yours. 

“What? You said no more talking.” 

“I’m happy you’re here,” he tells you, even softer than before as your hands melt together, filling the spaces between. You don’t know whether to let this happen, not understanding the meaning behind his actions. 

It’s.. weird, unknown, foreign, but addicting. His touch is addictive, and you know you’re going to crave for more if you’re not careful with the dosage. 

Biting your lip, you struggle to reply. He might mean it in a friendly way, but the invitation to relax right onto his shoulder, lacing your fingers as if they’re meant to be locked in place that way, it’s all too much for your brain to process— and definitely your heart. 

Face hot, heart heavy with emotions, you say shakily, “I’m happy you asked me to.”

“Hm?”

“I.. want to be the person you call first when you’re feeling like shit. If possible, I want to be the only person.” There was no going back, no swallowing words you’ve let go in the open. 

As you speak, Jae’s fingers tighten its grasp around yours. You feel weak, but you appreciate him supporting you this way as you keep going. 

“I probably will never understand what it is you feel when certain words pierce through you too deep, like you said. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to. I want to know how you’re feeling, from good to bad. From the best and the worst of it all. I want to be there.”

“Who said you aren’t?” Jae’s low voice interrupts your stream of emotions, and it compels you to finally see his eyes. They’re shining, teary, and smiling at the same time. 

You feel your cheeks soaking wet, and a hiccup arises out of your lips. With your free hand, you hide half of your face in embarrassment. Two idiots, crying together, hands never letting go of each other. 

It didn’t seem long until you fell asleep on his bed. The only difference this time, from all the other times you’ve been here, Jae was sleeping beside you. 

Arms over your frame, his long fingers finding their permanent place within yours. The two of you have exhausted your emotions enough that night, and there was plenty of time in the day to talk it all through. 

You dream of what seems to be a possible future for you and Jae. Moments when he’d fuck up, when you’d say something out of pocket, but it was met with a healthy discussion between you. 

And even if there are days when people online couldn’t understand the growth happening in his life, you see it. You see him, and you don’t hesitate to forgive, and give him space to grow. As he does with you.

[jungcity]

Songfic request: My fav song atm is 2 soon by keshi. Chosen NCT member is Jaehyun. P/s: I rlly enjoy reading your fics!! Have a good day :) Thanks a lot 😊

↳ jaehyun; 2 soon

Drank too much, got the sickness

Pray to God and his son for forgiveness

Same crew but another mistress

Every day, every night getting wasted

If God would look down upon Jaehyun, the latter has no doubt that he would make the Almighty glare at him with disapproval.

Another night of getting wasted in a room flashing of deep purple and blue colors, matched with smoke coming out of dissipating cigarettes. A room filled with bodies pressed up—skin to skin— against a wall, and of different people trying to suck each other’s life through kissing.

Sybaritic— everything was. Jaehyun wouldn’t be astonished if ever balls of fire would start to strike the roofs of this infamous bar to soot.

But I miss you, what did I do?

Fuck it up, laugh it off and I lost you

If I pull through, is it too soon?

Turn it up, close my eyes, then I'm with you

How did he end up inside this god-forsaken place yet again? Months of being sober, and all it took was the sadness in your eyes and the words ‘I don’t want this anymore’ for Jaehyun to return to his sotted self.

Instead of a good reason to make you stay, he yelled at you. He yelled and coaxed the remains of his shattered ego and pride— picked up every bit of it— and threw it at you. With the words, ‘Leave, then!’

Yo Marvin, stop callin'

Sad Iverson is ballin'

In the corner of a room by himself

You are nothin' but an empty shell

The night was consisted of a broken heart and knotted mind. Jaehyun was hairsbreadth away from torpor. Yet he struggled to waddle through the empty street with his head pounding, his heart skyrocketing, his veins and his nerves drowning of intoxicants.

He wanted to feel things— but all was gone and his body was numb. The only swirling thing in his heart was a blackhole of fragmented promises and faded futures.

“Fuck,” he muttered, nearly tripping over the staircase leading up to the apartment you once shared.

He hated this place. He hated every corner of it. Because in every turn of the head, he could still see the phantom of you— smiling at him, always ready to bandage his broken lips and put him back together like a physical form of a bandage that you are.

Every night, he going down to hell

Fake love in a shit hotel

Can't believe how far he fell

You weak on the floor so you call her cell

Heartbreak. It’s never going to stop, is it? It is a phenomenon of dying in the most torpid way. It is a leech inside your heart, trying to suck all the arteries out of blood.

No other flesh, no other lips would banish this heartbreak. That much was for sure. Jaehyun is an embodiment of a never-ending abyss. He fell, and all he does is fall with no guarantee of a destination.

Before he breaks— again and again— he wants to hear the voice of salvation; your voice.

"How you been?", "How you doing?"

You been good, I been drinking

Way too much, you think that I'd be over you, over you, over you

(Eight calls, all you)

It took you forever to answer. Perhaps hearing his voice was enough to hurt you. Still, you slid the green button and pressed the phone against your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

Jaehyun thinks it’s pathetic— it’s pathetic how his voice sounded as if it was shaking of grief as he greeted you with that one word. He doesn’t need this kind of weakness. He was always strong, always a fighter— all it took was ‘you’ to prove him wrong.

Come back, he wanted to say. But he was so jagged now, so broken, to think straight. In lieu of pretty words, he said the same venomous words he’s been saying since you walked away: “I’m glad you’re out of my life.”

But I think about it every day, yeah

Yeah, I never missed her anyways

Yeah, I never missed her anyways

Glad? He’s too fucked up to feel that word. But his tongue refuses to say it, refuses to beg for forgiveness and a second chance. So he convinced himself, that albeit cannonading you with calls that you hadn’t bothered to answer, he still doesn’t miss you and he’s better off without you.

When the truth is, you’re better off without him.

Drank too much, got the sickness

Pray to God and his son for forgiveness

Same crew but another mistress

Every day, every night getting wasted

Money, glory, sex. Jaehyun have lived for those things ever since he learned how to please a girl, ever since he started gambling all his money with the desire that it would somehow double at the end of the day, ever since he felt how it was to be untouchable and powerful.

But I miss you, what did I do?

Fuck it up, laugh it off and I lost you

If I pull through, is it too soon?

Turn it up, close my eyes, then I'm with you

But money isn’t something that could rival your value in his heart.

Glory isn’t enough to drive you out of his mind.

Especially, bedding each and every girl in the same bar won’t erase the taste of your lips against his.

Call me up

Stay over and we'll call it love

Don't matter if it fucks me up

The alcohol is not enough

“Call me, baby.” He stared at his phone, your face still fixed as his wallpaper. It was one of your hundred candids in his gallery; your sleeping and peaceful face after a tiresome day.

For minutes, Jaehyun’s heart seems to collapse. His vision whirling, and his head feels as if it was being torn out of his body. He’s going to die, he was certain of that. And he’s had no one to blame but himself. A month of inebriation with little to no sleep finally took its toll on his health.

Fuck pride and the other guy

I cried, I don't 'member why

Tonight, I'ma try to hide

No slide, get frostbite

“Jaehyun?! Jaehyun, wake up!”

After seconds, minutes, and hours of agony, he’s eventually heard your voice. Then he believed that he was already in heaven. But no, heaven is not a place for him to be— he was too bruised to enter that sanctuary.

“Jaehyun! God! Please!”

His eyes opened, but everything was still a blur. And yet he knows that it was you who sits beside him. Jaehyun’s knows you like the back of his hand. Blurry or not, dim or light, it was you. You came to him, to save him, like how you used to.

“It’s better if we call an ambulance.”

Jaehyun’s brows furrowed. That, that is not your voice. It belongs to someone— to a guy. He gathered all his remaining strength to sit up and give the man a vulgar gesture, “Fuck off.”

Eight calls, all you, eight ball, all you

Yeah, I never missed her anyways

Yeah, I never missed her anyways

After his near-death experience, you never once showed up in the hospital. Nor at his apartment. Jaehyun couldn’t blame you, though. It was the recklessness heavy in his bones that drove you away.

Yet he doesn’t seem to let you go. No, not yet. After all that has happened, he could be better. He could piece back everything together if you give him the chance. It doesn’t matter if he bled a little more, it doesn’t matter at all.

Drank too much, got the sickness

Pray to God and his son for forgiveness

Same crew but another mistress

Every day, every night getting wasted

One and last bottle, Jaehyun mumbled. He only needed a little spirit tonight. He only needed a little heat to face you. He’s done running away. He’s tired of it. And now he would take all his chance to get you back, right in his arms where you belong ever since day one.

But I miss you, what did I do?

Fuck it up, laugh it off and I lost you

If I pull through, is it too soon?

Turn it up, close my eyes, then I'm with you

“Baby,” he voiced out against the line. You were silent for a moment, before asking him if he ever was drinking again.

“One bottle.” Then silence. Jaehyun knew he should say something, anything. But his words were trapped in his throat, begging to be released but he refused to do so. He had this one chance and he wasn’t going to ruin it with how rash he could be sometimes.

Drank too much, got the sickness

Pray to God and his son for forgiveness

Same crew but another mistress

Every day, every night getting wasted

But I miss you, what did I do?

Fuck it up, laugh it off and I lost you

If I pull through, is it too soon?

Turn it up, close my eyes, then I'm with you

“Meet me. Baby, please. Let’s make this right.” Jaehyun’s words were laced with determination. He couldn’t let you slip again from his grasp. That would mean death for him.

“What is it, Jaehyun?” Oh, how he’d missed your voice.

You are so beautiful. Jaehyun stared at you for a good two minutes as the wind caressed your face, your hair dancing gracefully behind you.

Jaehyun is a piece of an unfinished puzzle. His edges were crooked, his heart was in tatters. But one thing he is certain of, behind the mayhem of everything, he loves you. And he won’t every stop loving you.

“Let’s...” he trailed off. Then he gulped, gathering all his strength. “Let’s try again.” When you looked at him with furrowed brows, he held up his hand. “I promise, I’m going to be better.” It was pathetic— how hopeless he sounded like. But nothing ever matters whenever he’s face to face with you. One word and he would kneel for your forgiveness.

He’d anticipated you to shout, to tell him how he’d fucked up your relationship. But your lips stretched out in a smile. Then you held both his cheeks with your warm palms.

“I love you, Jaehyun.” A kiss on the forehead. “Fix yourself, first. There’s no person who could do that— not even me— for you, but yourself. I believe in you, my love.” A soft kiss on the lips. “I will wait for you.”

Then you walked away.

[ch-ilito]

Meu Crush Secreto | ao inspirar-se, credite <3

[goodtimingz]

dreaming you would come true

intro. pt1. pt2. pt.3. pt4. pt5.

a/n: i’ve been deep in jae-content rn and i couldn’t find alot of jae fics. I haven’t written fic in a year and Y/N isn’t my style but i hope you enjoy if you see this~ (and if for some reason jae decides to look for fanfic again i’m gonna scream T_T)

(i was inspired to write after reading @noona-clock ​‘s fics.)

tags: student!life, jae day6, fluff, college!au, suggestive topics (babies close your eyes)

▶︎ the one where you meet jae in your second year of college and it’s basically love at first sight. just little excerpts of what i think a relationship w jae would be like c: 

We live a life always dreaming for a dream to come true.

The night was brisk, summer had left as as quickly as it arrived this year. You shoved your hands into your pockets, eyes and ears pricked. It wasn’t like walking to the library was an unsafe task, but you were very aware of the sound of your own footsteps on the footpath. No drunkard or sleep deprived student would catch you off-guard tonight, not when there was so much studying left to do.

The library was lit brightly amongst the countless street lights and you pulled your bag tighter, heaving a sigh. Finals were near, very very near. Waking up everyday felt like a choice between dropping out and becoming a street busker, or actually getting your diploma and a couple thousand dollars of debt.

In saying that, you had to remember that times like this always passed, and when you were old and wrinkly you would appreciate the memories of your university years. (Or something like that).

Relishing in the warmth provided by the huge library, you climbed up the stairs mentally preparing yourself for a long night ahead. You were staring at your feet the whole time, an argument of “you gotta” and “but i don’t wanna” on your mind.

That was, until a shiny iPhone fell on the stair by your foot. You blinked as reality came back into focus, reaching down to pick it up automatically. Preparing a quiet greeting, your words caught in your throat when you met eyes with the handsome stranger. Brown eyes and soft blonde hair, alongside the deep eye bags matching your own (not that they took away from the overall cuteness of the tired boy.)

The two of you had paused briefly, your reason being because of how handsome he was and his... you weren’t sure. The phone buzzed in your hand and the boy broke the staring contest with a small smile. He looked effortlessly cool and tired as hell.

“Sorry about that,” he mumbled, taking the phone and checking it over for any damage. You could only shrug, the distant memory of finals bringing you back to reality.

“It’s all good,” You managed, but what you really wanted to say was more like, “How haven’t I seen you around before?” “Who are you, what’s your name and can I have a hug because you look like you’d give good hugs.” Of course, you didn’t say those things, and he was still standing in front of you as cute as ever.

[ 제이; jae ]

“How come I haven’t seen you around before?” He winced slightly as how forced his words sounded. He really didn’t want to make it obvious that he found you beautiful, but he couldn’t miss such a good opportunity. His life was in dire need for some romance or atleast comic relief. Choosing to study in the library tonight instead of staying in his dorm was the best idea he had since he used his loan to buy a guitar and labelled it as ‘course-related costs’.

Jae watched as your expression brightened at his words (which he found adorable), he also noticed you had matching raccoon eyes (eye bags 4dayz) and the classic student ‘I’m dead inside’ expression.

“I’m not sure, but I hope that can change from now.” Your response sent butterflies flying straight into Jae’s stomach. The way your eyes smiled slightly, lips curved and a head tilt.

If he hadn’t totally fallen for you at first, he definitely had now. (Youngk: SIMP!)

He wasn’t going to let you leave him speechless (although you definitely had), so he fumbled over his words feeling his ears grow hot and probably red. “I-Yeah,” (awkward chuckle) “I hope so too.”

No! Ask her out or something, what if you never see her again? It took all of Jae’s restraint not to facepalm then and there, which would have been profusely embarrassing on his part, instead choosing to ball his hands into fists. He assumed you could already see his blush rising, but the way you patiently gazed at him made it feel okay. 

[ Y/N ]

“I study here every night… Can I get your name...? ” You figured he needed a little help and there was no way you were leaving this interaction with the cute boy’s name. He was cute enough to look good under fluorescent lights - and that’s saying something. 

“Jae.” Perfect, a cute name for a cute guy. You nodded gently, “I’m Y/N, I’ll see you around then, Jae.” His name fell off of your lips effortlessly, and you hoped he liked hearing it as much as you enjoyed saying it.

If college and swiping through Tinder endlessly had taught you one thing, it was to turn away first (in all situations).

1. because your mood always improved (cute boys always had that affect) and you couldn’t show them your beaming smile just yet (secret weapon).

2. you really needed to gain self control because studies were calling like a siren

(but mostly to hide the fact that flirting had you feeling like a fish out of water, so you had to stop fronting to hide your blush.)

Your footsteps felt purposeful as you walked through the library to a study room. You silently made a mental note to yourself, that you would study on that floor every night from now on. You couldn’t predict that Jae had the exact same idea, but it was something to look forward to.

[ 제이; jae ]

When Jae arrived home, he hadn’t stopped thinking about he’d first laid eyes on you. Everything he had studied for the last 4 hours went in one ear and out the next. His mind ran over the image of you over and over again, replaying the way you smiled and the squint in your eyes. The way your hair fell, how your voice sounded saying his name... And the denim jacket over the hoodie look you were sporting... damn, you were so his type.

Although he was always open to falling for a stranger (because he’s cool like that), he had never expected it to happen tonight, or truly believed it would happen at all.

YoungK spun around from his desk in their shared room, interrupting Jae's thoughts. “Why do you look so happy? We have 2 weeks until finals and you’ve been miserable every other day.”

Jae smiled without meaning to, he tried hard to bite it back because you two had just met and he probably seemed a little crazy lying in his bed staring at the ceiling with a grin. He couldn’t help it, there was just this feeling that you were something, and he was certain he would make ‘something’ into ‘something serious’.

Jae turned to face Brian with a great double chin despite his boney frame, “I met a girl.”

YoungK laughed knowingly, “Finals will pass by quickly if you fall in love.” Jae scrunched his nose at the mention of finals again. Although it was probably a warning, YoungK had a way with words that made it seem all the more appealing.

He denied falling for you when Brian asked later that evening, but he may as well plan the wedding - he was that deep.