#jay chats about his ocs

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SILENT HEART — [ 박종성 ]

Synopsis — Jay's trust issues stem from his timid nature, making him wary of being taken advantage of in relationships. His comfort zone revolves around a close-knit group of friends, particularly Darcy. When Jay starts dating a popular classmate, you, he's torn between his deepening feelings and his inability to trust. As the months pass, Jay struggles to reconcile his feelings with his trust issues, constantly comparing his relationship with his classmate to his friendship with Darcy. Will you be able to break down his defenses and earn his trust, or will his past experiences continue to shape his relationships?

pairing — jay x fem!reader. ꒰ ꪆ୧ ꒱ Genre — angst, fluff, quiet x popular ꒰ ꪆ୧ ꒱ Word count — 9.4K ꒰ ꪆ୧ ꒱ Warnings — angst in the beginning like omg Y/n gets hurt, mention of an oc (Darcy), the end is just full of lots of fluff 😭😭, a bit rushed, not totally slow burn, jay is just so nonchalant and cold 😔, jay isn’t used to expressing feelings, not proofread, wherever you see “**” that word was meant to be bold or italics, if I’m missing anything else lmk

NOTE — was chatting with a c.Ai bot cuz I was bored and came across a bot like this and decided to turn it into a story 🫠, guess who locked in 💪

You’ve always been the center of attention. The one people flock to, the one who effortlessly navigates through the maze of social circles, always with a smile, always with the right words. You know the power of a well-placed laugh, a casual joke, and a knowing glance. At school, you’re popular, not just because of your looks or charm, but because of your ability to connect with anyone. You’re the person everyone wants to be around, the person everyone admires from afar, and the person who always knows how to make things fun.

But beneath it all, there’s something that makes you uneasy — a deep, unsettling feeling that maybe all this attention isn’t as fulfilling as it seems. It’s not that you don’t appreciate the friendships, the admiration, or the spotlight. But there’s something hollow about it all. Everyone loves you, but no one truly knows you. And you’re not sure if anyone ever will.

That’s where Jay comes in.

Jay isn’t like the others. He doesn’t gravitate toward the limelight the way you do. He’s quiet, reserved, and completely out of place in your world of social gatherings and noisy conversations. He’s the kind of person who doesn’t seek attention, who would rather sit in the back of the class, head down, and let the world pass by without ever feeling the need to engage. He doesn’t speak much, but when he does, it’s with this soft confidence that catches you off guard. There’s no pretense with Jay. No mask. He just exists, quietly, in the background, and somehow it’s that quiet presence that’s starting to pull you in.

You didn’t expect to notice him, not really. Sure, you’d seen him around, everyone had. But Jay had always been a bit of an enigma, someone who wasn’t really in the mix, someone who didn’t engage with the world the way you did. He seemed perfectly content to remain unnoticed, and in a way, that intrigued you. You could tell there was something deeper beneath that quiet exterior. Something raw, something real. And the more you saw him, the more you wanted to know what was behind that mask of indifference.

It started innocently enough. A brief exchange in the hallways after class. Jay had answered a question, and for some reason, you found his voice different from the others quieter, but steady. And when you looked into his eyes, you saw something there, something familiar. It wasn’t the usual excitement or admiration you were used to receiving. No, it was something more , something like curiosity, like he was seeing past your surface, past the persona you wore so easily.

The next time you saw him, you found yourself seeking him out. And for a moment, you couldn’t understand why. Why, of all people, would you want to be near the quiet, reserved Jay? He wasn’t part of your world, didn’t belong in your social circles. But there was something magnetic about him, something you couldn’t ignore.

You started noticing little things. How he always seemed to be there when you needed a moment of peace, how his eyes seemed to soften when they caught sight of you. It wasn’t the type of attention you were used to — there were no exaggerated gestures, no admiring stares, no whispered compliments. But there was a depth to Jay’s gaze, an understanding that made you feel like you weren’t just the "popular one" in the room. To him, you weren’t the facade. You were just you, and that terrified you.

But as much as you felt drawn to him, there was something holding you back. You had a reputation to uphold, an image to protect. Your friends, your life, it all revolved around being the person who could always put on a show, always be at the center of things. And Jay? Jay wasn’t a part of that. Jay was different. And that difference made you nervous.

You weren’t used to feeling like this. You weren’t used to being vulnerable around someone who didn’t play by the same rules as everyone else. With Jay, it felt like everything you had spent so much time building, everything you had used to keep people at arm’s length, was being chipped away piece by piece. Jay didn’t care about your popularity, didn’t care about the status you held in the school’s hierarchy. He didn’t even seem to care about any of that. What he cared about what he seemed to want was you. The real you. And that, more than anything, scared you.

Jay didn’t chase after you the way others did. He didn’t try to impress you with grand gestures or flashy words. He simply existed, quietly, with an air of calm confidence that made it impossible to ignore him. And the more you tried to push him away, the more he stuck around, not with force, but with an understated presence that made it clear he wasn’t going anywhere. He was patient, like he knew something you didn’t. Like he understood that relationships — real, meaningful relationships — took time, and trust.

But that was the problem, wasn’t it? Trust.

You didn’t trust easily. Not anymore. Not after everything you had been through — the friendships that had turned out to be shallow, the people who had only cared about the version of you they saw on the surface. It was easier to keep people at a distance, easier to stay in control, to never let anyone see too much of you. It was easier to hide behind the mask of popularity than to risk being hurt again.

But Jay... Jay didn’t seem to care about any of that. Jay wasn’t trying to impress anyone. He wasn’t after the "popular" you. He was after the real you. And in the quiet moments, when you found yourself looking at him across the room, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe — just maybe — you could trust him.

Maybe you could let down your guard. Let him see the side of you that no one else had ever seen. Let him see the parts of you that were afraid, that were uncertain, that had been hurt so many times before.

But how could you, when every instinct screamed at you to protect yourself? How could you when it felt like you had everything to lose?

As your feelings for Jay deepened, so did your fear. The more you tried to push him away, the more he seemed determined to stay. Jay was patient. Jay was understanding. But could you be the same?

The thing was, you didn’t want to push him away. Not really. But letting him in was a whole different battle — one you weren’t sure you were ready to fight.

You’d never been one to hold back when it came to your feelings. You’d built your life on being honest, upfront, and completely in control of every situation. But Jay? He made you feel something entirely new — something uncharted and unsettling. You’d spent weeks going back and forth, your feelings for him growing stronger, your hesitation growing deeper. But you couldn’t keep running from it anymore. Not when you knew, deep down, that you cared for him in a way you’d never cared for anyone before.

So, you did it. You let your guard down.

One afternoon, as the bell rang and the halls emptied, you found yourself standing in front of him. He was sitting alone, a book in his lap, his usual quiet air making you hesitate for only a second. But that second passed quickly. You didn’t have time to waste. You needed to say it — needed to know where you stood, even if it meant putting yourself on the line.

"Jay," you started, your voice uncharacteristically soft. His eyes flicked up from his book, his usual calm demeanor unchanged.

"Yeah?" he asked, his tone neutral, but there was a small glimmer of curiosity in his gaze. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your heart pounding in your chest. This wasn’t easy. You weren’t used to vulnerability.

"I... I like you, Jay," you confessed, the words coming out in a rush, as if they’d been waiting to escape for far too long. "I’ve liked you for a while, and I don’t want to hide it anymore. I just—" You stopped, taking a deep breath, the weight of your words settling around you. "I just need to know if you feel the same way. I really care about you."

The silence that followed was thick, almost suffocating. Jay didn’t say anything at first, didn’t react in the way you’d expected. You couldn’t read him, couldn’t tell if he was surprised, or maybe even flattered.

Finally, he nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. "I’ll think about it," he said, his voice calm, as if you hadn’t just poured your heart out in front of him. "Give me a few days. I need some time."

Your heart sank. A few days? Was that it? You’d expected something more. A smile, a confession of his own, even a simple acknowledgment that maybe he felt the same. But instead, it was like he’d just shrugged it off. You had let your walls crumble, and he had… nodded? Was he really processing it, or was he just trying to avoid the confrontation?

"Okay," you said, forcing a smile even though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. You turned and walked away, your mind racing with questions you didn’t have answers to. What did it mean? Did he really like you, or was this just something he had to "think about"? You felt exposed, vulnerable, like you had given him too much and received nothing in return.

---

The days that followed were agonizing. Every time you saw him, your stomach twisted into knots. Jay was still as quiet and composed as ever, never letting on what he was thinking, and it drove you insane. You wanted to know what was going on inside his head. Were you just a passing thought to him? Or did he actually care, but didn’t know how to show it? You couldn’t get the moment out of your head, his calm demeanor as you bared your soul to him.

And then, there was Darcy. You knew she was close to Jay — practically his best friend, always by his side when he needed advice or a sounding board. You didn’t know exactly what she’d said to him, but you knew enough about her to guess. Darcy was protective of Jay, maybe even a little overprotective, and she was no stranger to the type of people who’d take advantage of him.

The thought crossed your mind a few times — what if she’d warned him away from you? What if she didn’t trust you because of who you were?

After all, you were popular. You were always surrounded by people, always on the go, always at the center of attention. You had your share of admirers, and even though you’d made it clear that your feelings for Jay were real, could he trust you? Was this all some elaborate joke to you?

It was possible, right?

Jay’s quiet nature made it easy for doubts to slip in, and you weren’t sure if you were really all that different from the others he’d been with — people who had no intention of sticking around or who had ulterior motives. Your fear of being seen as just another "dare" or "bet" haunted you.

---

The wait felt like it would never end.

Then, one afternoon, you couldn’t stand it anymore. You couldn’t wait for Jay to come to you. You needed answers.

You found him near the courtyard, sitting against a tree with his headphones on, looking as calm and composed as ever. You hesitated for a moment, but then pushed it aside. This wasn’t the time to second-guess yourself.

"Jay," you called softly, and he looked up, pulling the headphones down around his neck.

"Hey," he said, his tone neutral but friendly.

"I... I’ve been waiting," you began, feeling your nerves getting the better of you. "I just want to know — have you made up your mind yet?"

For a moment, Jay just stared at you, his expression unreadable. But then, to your surprise, he nodded slowly. "Yeah," he said, his voice calm and steady. "I’ve thought about it."

You felt your heart race, anticipation building in your chest. He was going to say it. He was going to tell you what you needed to hear.

"I’ll go out with you," Jay said, finally offering you the answer you’d been hoping for. A weight lifted off your chest, and you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips.

"Really?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," he said, and for the first time in the days since you’d confessed, his eyes softened. "But, I need you to understand something. I don’t trust easily. Not yet."

Your smile faltered for a second, but you nodded. It was more than you’d expected, and yet you knew that Jay’s trust wouldn’t come overnight. It would take time, and that was okay.

You wanted to hug him, to pull him close and let the relief and happiness fill every inch of your body, but you stopped yourself. You knew he needed space. You didn’t want to overwhelm him, especially now, when trust was still something he was working through.

"That’s okay," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, though your heart was racing. "I can wait."

Jay gave a small nod, his expression softening just a little. "Good," he said, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I’ll need time. But I’ll try."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you that you hadn’t expected. Maybe things wouldn’t be easy, but they were real. And for the first time in a long while, you felt like you had something worth fighting for.

---

You didn’t expect things to change overnight — not with Jay. He was steady, careful, and slow to trust. That was part of what made this real. But knowing that didn’t make it easier when the days that followed your talk didn’t look all that different from before.

There were small changes, sure. He waited for you outside of class once, walking beside you to your next period in a silence that felt companionable, not awkward. Another time, he texted you a meme at midnight — something obscure and perfectly tailored to your sense of humor. You laughed way too hard, replying with three laughing emojis and a “You’re ridiculous,” hoping it didn’t come off as too eager.

He responded with a single:

“You like it.”

And yeah, you did.

But for every little moment like that, there were still days where you felt like you were chasing something just out of reach.

You’d ask him to hang out after school and get a “Maybe” that turned into nothing. You’d lean a little closer when you were sitting together and he’d shift, just enough for you to notice. It wasn’t rejection — not really. It was *Jay* — cautious, guarded, always weighing every step.

And you were trying. God, you were *trying*. But sometimes, it felt like walking a tightrope.

Then came the confrontation you should’ve seen coming.

It was a Thursday — grey skies, tension in the air like it might rain. You were leaving practice, bag slung over your shoulder, still catching your breath when you saw Darcy leaning against the lockers near the exit.

She was waiting for you.

You knew that look. Calm. Calculating. Protective.

"Hey," she said, voice casual, but there was nothing casual about her posture — arms folded, eyes steady. "Got a second?"

You sighed, slowing to a stop. "Sure."

She studied you for a long moment. "I wanted to talk to you about Jay."

There it was.

You nodded, keeping your voice level. "Okay."

"You’re… popular," she said, as if the word itself was suspicious. "People talk. I hear a lot of it."

"Is that a problem?" you asked, your defenses rising, even though you told yourself not to get defensive.

Darcy tilted her head. "It could be. You’ve got a reputation — always surrounded by people, always moving on to the next thing. That’s fine, that’s your business. But Jay? He’s not like that. He doesn’t do *casual.* He doesn’t recover quick."

You stiffened. "You think I don’t know that?"

"I think you’re used to getting what you want, and I think you’re bored easily. I think Jay’s the kind of person who gives everything, even if it takes him forever to get there. And I’m not going to let you screw with that just because he’s a new challenge for you."

It felt like a slap. You weren’t sure what hurt more — the assumption, or the fact that maybe, deep down, part of you feared it wasn’t entirely wrong.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "I care about him. This isn’t a game."

Darcy held your gaze for a long second. Then, finally, she nodded. "Good. Then prove it."

She didn’t wait for a response. She just turned and walked away, leaving you standing there with her words echoing in your chest.

---

That weekend, you decided to take a chance — not a big gesture, not some grand romantic moment, but something small and real.

You texted Jay around noon:

“Wanna come to the bookstore with me later? They’re doing a signing. It’s that sci-fi author you like. I’ll buy you coffee.”

Fifteen minutes later he responded.

“Sure. What time?”

You smiled at your phone like a total idiot.

---

The afternoon went better than you expected. Jay was relaxed, even cracking jokes between browsing shelves. He let you buy him coffee — black, no sugar — and you got one of those ridiculous sweet drinks you liked. He didn’t comment, but you caught the amused smile he tried to hide when you added extra whipped cream.

For a while, it felt easy — like maybe this could really work.

Until it didn’t.

As you sat outside, drinks in hand, talking about everything from books to weird school rumors, you leaned in just a little closer, your knee brushing against his.

He froze.

It was subtle — just a flicker of tension, his hand pulling back slightly from where it had been resting near yours. You tried to pretend you didn’t notice, but it was too late. The shift had happened.

The conversation faltered. His gaze dropped. Whatever comfort he’d let himself feel evaporated in an instant.

You waited for him to say something. Anything.

He didn’t.

Instead, he stood. “I should go.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Jay—”

“I’ll see you Monday,” he said, voice flat, already turning away.

And just like that, he was gone.

---

That night, you sat on your bed, staring at your phone, debating whether to text him. You typed out at least three different messages before deleting every one of them.

You were angry — but more than that, you were scared. Scared that maybe Darcy had been right. That maybe you were already losing him.

You pressed your palms into your eyes, fighting the sting behind them.

But then, your phone buzzed.

Jay: I’m sorry I left like that.

You stared at the message, heart pounding.

Another one came in.

**Jay**: *I panicked. That’s not on you.*

**Jay**: *I’m not used to this. Letting someone in. It’s hard.*

You stared at the screen, thumb hovering, your chest tight.

Then, finally, you typed back.

**You**: *I know. But I’m here. When you’re ready.*

There was a pause — a full minute, maybe more.

Then:

**Jay**: *Thank you.*

---

You didn’t need a fairytale. You just needed real. Messy, complicated, slow-burning *real.*

And this?

This was a start.

---

---

**You were trying.**

Every day since Jay said “I’ll try,” you’d held onto those two words like a lifeline. You gave him space when he needed it. You didn't push when he went quiet, didn’t press when he left your texts on read. You celebrated the small wins — like when he brushed his hand against yours, even if it was brief, or when he sent a song late at night with no explanation but every lyric feeling like it meant something.

But the effort was starting to wear you down.

It was like dancing in the dark — reaching out, spinning, hoping you weren't the only one moving. You weren’t asking for declarations of love. You just wanted to feel *safe* in this. Like maybe, eventually, you'd be able to reach him fully. Like maybe he'd let you in the way you’d let him in.

And you kept telling yourself it was enough. Until it wasn’t.

---

It started on a Wednesday.

You’d had a rough day — one of those exhausting, drain-your-soul kind of days where nothing went right. A teacher called you out in front of the whole class. Your so-called friends were more interested in gossip than your silence. You felt *off,* like the mask you wore every day was slipping.

And all you wanted — all you needed — was to see him.

You spotted Jay by the courtyard. He was sitting under the tree again, a familiar spot by now. But this time, he wasn’t alone.

Darcy sat beside him, their heads close, their voices quiet. She was saying something — low and intense — and Jay was nodding slowly, not looking at her, but not pulling away either.

You stopped in your tracks. Something hollow opened in your chest.

They didn’t notice you. Or maybe they did, and didn’t care. Either way, you turned and walked the other way, swallowing the lump rising in your throat.

---

The next day, you didn’t talk to him. Not because you were angry — you weren’t even sure you had the energy to be. You were tired. Tired of wondering. Tired of doubting. Tired of giving everything and not knowing if it meant anything to him.

But Jay found *you*. After your last class, he caught up with you in the hallway, his usual calm demeanor in place.

“Hey,” he said. “You okay?”

You paused. You could lie. You could keep pretending. But something in you broke.

“No,” you said. “Not really.”

He blinked, clearly not expecting that. “What happened?”

You exhaled slowly, then gestured for him to follow you out of the building. You walked side by side in silence for a few minutes until you reached the steps by the gym — quiet, out of the way.

Then, you sat. And you told him.

About your day. About how it felt to be surrounded by people but still feel completely alone. About how exhausting it was to always be *on*, always be *fine*. You talked more than you meant to, the words spilling out, messy and raw and real.

Jay sat beside you, hands folded in his lap. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t reach out. Just *listened*. Or at least, you *hoped* he was listening.

You finished with a soft, “I didn’t want to bother you. But I needed someone today. I needed *you.*”

Still, he didn’t respond. Not right away.

And when he finally did, it was with a breathy, uncertain, “I… don’t know what to say.”

Your chest tightened. “You don’t have to say anything perfect. Just… something. Anything.”

But he looked away. “I didn’t know you felt like that. I didn’t know you’d want me to be the one you talk to.”

“Of course I do,” you said, voice breaking. “You’re not some random person, Jay. You *matter* to me.”

He nodded, slowly. “Okay.”

“Okay?” you echoed, your voice sharp, raw. “That’s it?”

Jay flinched like he’d been slapped. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I just told you I’m barely holding it together, and you’re giving me *‘okay’?*”

His mouth opened, then closed again. “I’m trying, okay? I told you this wasn’t going to be easy for me.”

“And I’ve been *trying*, too,” you said, standing now, because you couldn’t sit there and unravel any longer. “I’ve been showing up. I’ve been patient. But I’m human, Jay. I can’t keep pretending like I’m not hurt when you act like none of this matters.”

“I never said it didn’t matter.”

“But you don’t act like it does!”

Silence hung between you.

Then, softer: “I saw you with Darcy yesterday.”

Jay’s expression shifted — not guilt exactly, but something adjacent.

“She’s just a friend.”

“She’s more than that, Jay. She knows you better than anyone. You talk to her when you won’t talk to me.”

“She’s known me for years. She gets how I work.”

“And I don’t?” you asked, voice cracking. “Do you really think I’m *not* trying to understand you?”

Jay looked at you like he wanted to say something, like the words were right there, but he couldn’t get them out. Instead, he just muttered, “I’m sorry,” and looked away.

It wasn’t enough.

You felt the anger and pain and exhaustion crash over you all at once. You'd tried *so hard*. And maybe that was the problem. Maybe you’d tried so hard to be patient that you forgot you had limits too.

You shook your head. “Maybe this was a mistake.”

Jay froze.

“I thought I could handle the waiting. The silence. But I can’t keep putting my heart on the line if I don’t know you’re ever going to meet me halfway.”

He looked stunned. “You’re saying you’re giving up?”

“I’m saying I *can’t do this* if I’m the only one who’s willing to show up scared.”

You turned and walked away before he could say anything else.

---

That night, he didn’t text.

The silence was loud. Suffocating.

You stared at your phone until the battery died.

---

The next few days felt like a blur. Jay didn’t approach you at school. You avoided the courtyard. You skipped the hallway where his locker was. You laughed too loudly with your friends. You smiled like your chest wasn’t still caving in.

You saw him, though. Always with Darcy. Whispering. Sitting close. You told yourself not to care, but it felt like every glance was a knife.

Darcy caught your eye once across the hall and didn’t look away. There was no malice in her gaze — just… disappointment. As if she thought this was the ending she’d predicted all along.

Maybe it was.

---

In the days following your heartfelt confession to Jay, an unsettling distance settled between you two. The once subtle glances and quiet conversations that had become the highlight of your days were now replaced by avoidance and silence. Jay seemed to have erected an invisible barrier, one you couldn't seem to breach.

He no longer occupied his usual spot in the courtyard where you'd often find him engrossed in a book. Your paths, which once crossed effortlessly, now seemed to run parallel without intersection. The absence was palpable, and each day without acknowledgment from him felt like a fresh wound.

Seeking solace and perhaps a distraction from the gnawing void, you found yourself gravitating towards Ethan, an old friend from your childhood. Ethan had always been a beacon of light-heartedness, his infectious laughter and easy-going nature offering a temporary respite from your inner turmoil. Your renewed camaraderie was innocent, rooted in shared memories and mutual understanding.

However, the school corridors buzzed with whispers and sideways glances. It wasn't long before the rumors reached Jay. He would catch glimpses of you and Ethan, laughing together, heads bent in conspiratorial whispers. Each sighting was a dagger to his already conflicted heart. The rational part of him knew he had no claim over you, but emotions are seldom rational.

Darcy, ever the vigilant friend, noticed the storm brewing within Jay. One afternoon, unable to contain her concern, she approached him.

"Jay," she began cautiously, "I've noticed you've been... distant lately. Is everything okay?"

He hesitated, the internal battle evident on his face. "It's nothing, Darcy. Just been thinking."

But Darcy wasn't one to be easily dismissed. "Is it about y/n? "

Jay's silence was telling.

"Look," Darcy continued, "I saw her with Ethan. They seem close."

Jay's jaw tightened. "She can be with whoever she wants. It's none of my business."

Darcy sighed, frustration evident. "Jay, if you care about her, you need to tell her. Before it's too late."

Meanwhile, you were oblivious to the turmoil your actions had inadvertently caused. Ethan had become a safe haven, a place where you could momentarily forget the ache in your heart. But the universe has a way of forcing confrontations.

One evening, as you were leaving the library, you spotted Jay and Darcy in deep conversation. The sight stopped you in your tracks. The intensity in their expressions, the way Darcy's hand rested on Jay's arm, it all painted a picture that fueled your insecurities. Was Darcy the reason Jay had pulled away?

The following day, unable to bear the weight of unanswered questions, you sought out Jay. Finding him alone by the bleachers, you approached, heart pounding.

"Jay," you called softly.

He looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes before being masked by indifference. "Hey."

Taking a deep breath, you plunged ahead. "I feel like there's been a wall between us since... since I told you how I felt. And then I see you with Darcy, and I can't help but wonder if there's something going on between you two."

Jay's eyes widened in shock. "Darcy? No, it's not like that. She's just a friend."

"Then why have you been avoiding me?" The vulnerability in your voice was evident.

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident. "I... I didn't know how to handle everything. I needed time to think, and then I saw you with Ethan, and I thought maybe you'd moved on."

You shook your head, tears brimming. "Ethan's just a friend. I was hurting and needed someone to talk to."

The air between you was thick with unspoken words and lingering tension. Finally, Jay stepped closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry. I handled this all wrong. I do have feelings for you; I was just scared."

Relief washed over you, but the pain of the past days couldn't be erased instantly. "I need time, Jay. To rebuild the trust."

He nodded, understanding. "I'll wait. As long as it takes."

And with that, the first brick in the wall between you began to crumble, paving the way for healing and understanding.

---

Jay had been trying. You could see it — in the way he lingered in doorways, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. In how he started showing up again — near your locker, at the courtyard bench, walking beside you in silence between classes.

But that was the problem, wasn’t it?

The silence.

It was like he thought his presence would be enough. And for a while, maybe it was. You let yourself enjoy the flickers of closeness, the near-smiles, the way his shoulder sometimes brushed yours like it was an accident — but wasn’t. You noticed when he began waiting for you after school, earbuds in, bag slung over one shoulder, eyes scanning the crowd until they found you.

It was new. It was effort.

But it wasn’t enough.

One afternoon, as you were leaving the building, Jay fell into step beside you without a word. You walked in quiet, like always, until you reached the usual turn where he’d go one way and you the other. But he didn’t move.

He stood there, fidgeting with the strap of his backpack. “You, um… you doing anything tomorrow?”

You blinked. “Tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Just…” He cleared his throat. “Thought maybe we could go somewhere. Just us.”

Your heart jumped. You didn’t show it. “Like a date?”

His eyes flicked away. “Only if you want it to be.”

You wanted to say yes. You wanted to be excited. But something in you held back.

“Yeah,” you said eventually. “Okay. Sure.”

Jay nodded once, too fast. “Cool. I’ll… text you or something.”

He walked away before you could ask where or when.

You stood there a while, heart buzzing, but not in the way you’d hoped. It wasn’t that you didn’t want this. It was that every step forward still felt like walking on glass.

---

You didn’t even realize Darcy had been watching until later that evening.

You were sitting alone near the courtyard steps, scrolling aimlessly through your phone, when she appeared beside you, her arms crossed, face unreadable.

You stiffened. “Come to interrogate me again?”

She didn’t smile, but her voice was softer than before. “No. I just… I figured it was time we had an actual conversation.”

You raised a brow. “And what makes now different?”

Darcy shrugged. “I’ve been watching. I see how you look at him. And more importantly, how he looks at you.”

You scoffed, trying not to let her words sink in. “That doesn’t mean anything. He barely talks.”

“Exactly,” she said. “But he’s here. With you. And that’s not something he does lightly.”

You frowned, unsure whether it was a compliment or a warning.

Darcy sighed, uncrossing her arms. “Look, I’m not going to pretend I didn’t judge you at first. I did. You’re… a lot. You say what you feel. He doesn’t. And I didn’t think that would mix.”

“It doesn’t feel like it’s mixing now,” you muttered.

Darcy tilted her head, watching you. “You’re frustrated.”

“No,” you said. Then, “Yes. I don’t know. It’s like he’s trying, but only with half of himself. Like he’s showing up physically, but emotionally…” You trailed off, rubbing at your eyes. “I feel like I’m still standing in the dark, waiting for him to step into the light.”

Darcy was quiet for a moment. Then she said, almost gently, “He doesn’t know how to do this. Not the way you do. Every time he gets close to someone, he’s bracing for them to walk away.”

You looked at her, your chest tightening. “I’m not walking away.”

“Not yet,” Darcy said. “But it’s hard to stand still when you feel like someone’s keeping you at arm’s length.”

You hated how well she understood it.

“I’m just tired of being patient,” you admitted. “I let him in. I let my guard down. And I’m still the one waiting.”

Darcy nodded slowly. “He’s not doing it to hurt you. It’s fear. And guilt. Probably more of both than you know.”

You looked down. “So what? I’m just supposed to wait around until he figures it out?”

“No,” she said. “But I think you need to decide if you’re willing to meet him where he is — not where you want him to be.”

That landed harder than you expected.

You didn’t respond right away. The wind rustled the trees above you, the early spring air cool against your skin. Somewhere in the distance, someone laughed — the kind of carefree sound you hadn’t made in weeks.

Darcy stood up, brushing off her jeans. “He’s never let anyone get this close before,” she said. “I don’t think he even realizes how far he’s come.”

She started to walk away, then paused. “Don’t let him push you away just because he doesn’t know how to hold on.”

And then she was gone.

You sat there, heart heavy, the weight of her words pressing into your chest.

You didn’t want to be the one who gave up. You weren’t the giving-up type. But how long could you keep reaching across the distance when he only met you halfway?

Still, tomorrow was another day. A maybe-date. A maybe-step closer.

And you’d decide then — not now — whether the ache in your chest was the kind that faded with time… or the kind that meant you still weren’t done fighting for him..

Jay didn’t give you a time or a place until the night before.

You got a text around 10:43 p.m.

**[Jay]: meet me tomorrow @ 3 by the bookstore on fifth**

You stared at it for a while, half-expecting a follow-up message. Something to explain. Something like, *if you still want to* or *no pressure* — but it never came.

He was trying. That was the thing.

He wasn’t good at this, not yet. But he was showing up.

---

The next afternoon, you spotted him before he saw you.

Jay stood near the store window, hands in his pockets, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He was wearing a navy blue jacket you hadn’t seen before, and he kept glancing around like he was debating whether to bolt or not.

When your steps crunched on the sidewalk, he turned — and for a second, he looked nervous. But then his eyes softened.

“You came,” he said.

“Of course I came,” you replied, trying not to smile too wide. “You told me to.”

Jay looked away, but you caught the faint tug at the corner of his mouth. “Right.”

He didn’t offer his arm or take your hand. Just turned and started walking, expecting you to follow — which, of course, you did.

The bookstore was quiet. Warm. You wandered between shelves, making quiet comments and sarcastic observations, and Jay… listened. He didn’t say much, but he stayed close — close enough that your sleeve brushed his a few times when you both reached for the same book.

He handed you one at one point — a poetry collection — and you arched a brow. “Didn’t peg you for the type.”

“I’m not,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “But you like this kind of stuff, right?”

Your heart caught.

You didn’t respond. Just took the book and smiled at him, soft and quiet.

---

After that, Jay led you down the street to a little café tucked between a plant shop and a record store. The kind of place that didn’t even have a real sign — just a handwritten chalkboard out front.

Inside, he already had a booth picked out. He motioned for you to sit, and only when you slid in did you realize — he’d been here before. The barista waved at him. The music was soft and slow, like something from a movie soundtrack. Jay mumbled something to the guy behind the counter, then came back with your favorite drink.

You blinked. “Wait—how did you—?”

“You mentioned it once,” he said, setting it down. “Back when we were just… talking.”

You didn’t remember saying it. But he did. And that meant something.

Jay sat across from you, fidgeting with a sugar packet like it might explode in his hands. You wanted to tell him to relax, but honestly, the nervous energy was kind of endearing.

“So…” you started, “is this the part where we pretend it’s not a date, or—”

“It’s a date,” he said quickly. Too quickly. Then, quieter: “If you want it to be.”

You looked at him for a long second. “I do.”

Jay didn’t smile, exactly. But something eased in his shoulders. You saw the relief, even if he tried to hide it behind a sip of coffee.

You talked. About things that didn’t matter. About things that did. Jay admitted he hated group projects and secretly liked rainy days. You confessed to singing in the shower and that you always read the last page of a book first, just to prepare yourself.

He called you a monster for that.

You called him dramatic.

It was… easy. And you hadn’t expected easy.

---

Later, you walked together, aimless, until you reached a small park a few blocks from the café. The sun was just starting to dip, the sky bruised pink and gold. You sat on a low bench, and Jay stretched his legs out in front of him, hands tucked in his pockets.

You weren’t talking now. Just existing.

It was nice.

He glanced over after a while. “Thanks for… not making this weird.”

You laughed, leaning back. “We’ve been weird since day one. I think that’s part of the charm.”

Jay smiled — a real one, crooked and soft. Then he looked away again, like he was afraid holding your gaze too long might undo him.

And then — so quietly you almost missed it — he said it.

“I love you.”

It was like a whisper, not even meant for the air. More thought than confession.

Your heart stopped.

Jay’s eyes went wide a second later. He stiffened, like someone had hit pause on his body, and then scrambled for damage control. “I mean—I didn’t—It’s not—Forget I said that.”

You stared at him.

He was panicking.

Like really panicking.

“I didn’t mean—I mean I *did* but I didn’t mean to say it now—God—” He stood up, pacing in front of the bench. “That wasn’t how I was going to—just pretend it didn’t happen, okay? Or—no, that’s worse, because now I sound like I didn’t mean it at all—”

“Jay.”

He froze.

You stood too, stepping in front of him, placing a hand on his arm. His eyes locked on yours, guarded and vulnerable all at once.

“Don’t take it back,” you said softly. “Please.”

Jay swallowed. “I wasn’t going to.”

You smiled, breath catching. “Good.”

He didn’t say anything.

So you did.

“I love you too, you idiot.”

And the look on his face?

Worth *every* second of the wait.

---

Jay didn’t speak for a long time after you said it.

*“I love you too, you idiot.”*

You half-expected him to laugh. Or deflect. Or turn away like he always did when emotions got too close, too real.

But instead, he just… stared.

Like he couldn’t believe you’d actually said it. Like the words were sitting in the air between you, weightless but heavy, and he didn’t know what to do with them.

“Say it again,” he murmured finally.

You blinked. “What?”

Jay’s voice was barely a whisper. “Please.”

You stepped a little closer. “I love you.”

He closed his eyes for half a second, like he needed to feel it sink in.

When he opened them again, they looked different — less guarded, less cautious. Like something in him had finally unclenched.

He looked at you like you were the safest thing he’d ever known.

And then—so slowly it made your chest ache—he lifted a hand, hesitated, and then brushed your cheek with the backs of his fingers. Just the lightest touch, as if checking you were real.

You leaned into it.

Jay didn’t say anything else.

He just leaned forward, gently, carefully — and kissed you.

It wasn’t perfect.

Your noses bumped. His hand trembled slightly where it rested on your jaw. You forgot to breathe.

But none of that mattered.

Because the second his lips touched yours, every word he hadn’t said spilled out in the way he kissed you — soft, tentative, like a secret he’d been holding for far too long. Like you were something precious. Something breakable. Something he’d never risk hurting.

And then—like a switch flipped—he kissed you again, firmer this time. A little more sure. Like he was finally starting to believe this was real.

Your hands found the front of his jacket, clutching just enough to steady yourself. Jay’s fingers slipped into your hair, gentle but certain, and the way he touched you — like he still couldn’t quite believe he was allowed — made your chest swell with warmth.

When you finally pulled apart, the world was quiet.

Jay looked a little dazed.

You were pretty sure you looked the same.

He swallowed hard, blinking like he was trying to memorize every inch of your face. “You’re… kind of ridiculous.”

You grinned. “Takes one to know one.”

He huffed a breath, shaking his head fondly. “I really do love you.”

You smiled. “Good. Because you’re stuck with me now.”

Jay looked like he might melt right there on the spot.

---

You were still wearing his hoodie when you curled up on your bed, phone pressed to your ear, the softest grin on your face.

Jay’s voice crackled quietly through the line. “You home safe?”

“Yeah. Thanks for walking me.” You paused. “And for today. I mean it.”

There was a soft rustle on his end. You imagined him lying on his bed, hoodie sleeves pushed up, staring at the ceiling like it might give him answers.

“It wasn’t that great,” he muttered.

“It was perfect,” you said. “Shut up.”

He laughed — quiet, but real. You felt it all the way down to your chest.

There was a pause.

And then, almost shyly: “I can still taste you.”

You choked. “Jay.”

“What? You kissed me.”

“You kissed me.”

A beat. “Right. My bad.”

You could *hear* the smirk in his voice, and it made your cheeks burn.

There was another pause, longer this time. Not awkward. Just… full.

“Hey,” he said, softer now. “Is it okay if I fall asleep on the phone with you?”

Your heart did a somersault. “Yeah,” you said. “I was hoping you’d ask.”

So you stayed like that — tangled in each other’s quiet breathing, wrapped in everything that had finally started to fall into place.

And when Jay whispered *“Goodnight”*, you could hear the smile in his voice.

You whispered back: *“Goodnight, love.”*

And he didn’t flinch at the word.

Not this time.

Bonus 1

It started with a laugh.

Not Jay’s. Yours.

And not because of him.

You were sitting in the common area after school, still in the hoodie from earlier — the one Jay let you borrow last week and never got back — talking to someone from your chemistry class. Theo. Smart, funny, a little too charming for his own good.

Jay walked in halfway through a joke and stopped cold at the sight of you doubled over in laughter, your arm brushing Theo’s.

He didn’t say anything.

Just stood there for a moment, watching.

Then he turned and walked right back out again.

You barely caught a glimpse of him leaving, but it was enough to make you pause mid-sentence.

“Everything okay?” Theo asked.

“Yeah,” you said, already standing up. “I’ll be right back.”

---

You found Jay outside, leaning against the far wall of the building, hands in his pockets, headphones dangling uselessly around his neck.

He didn’t look at you when you stepped up beside him.

“Hey,” you said gently.

“Hey.”

It was flat. Careful.

You leaned on the wall next to him, glancing sideways. “So… you left kinda fast back there.”

Jay shrugged.

“Didn’t seem like I was needed.”

You blinked. “Are you serious right now?”

Another shrug.

You tilted your head. “You’re mad.”

“Not mad.”

“Jay.”

“I’m not.”

“Then what are you?”

“…Nothing.”

You almost smiled.

Because it was so obvious.

His jaw was tight. His eyes were fixed on a patch of pavement like it had personally offended him. He looked like he was trying very hard not to say something that would sound too much like *I didn’t like seeing you laugh with someone else who wasn’t me.*

So you bumped his shoulder gently. “You jealous?”

Jay scoffed. “Of Theo?”

“You *are* jealous.”

He didn’t answer.

But his ears turned a little pink.

You grinned. “That’s actually kind of cute.”

Jay rolled his eyes. “It’s not.”

“Mm, no, it is. Very ‘brooding love interest’ of you.”

“You’re annoying.”

“You love me.”

He didn’t argue with that.

Instead, he glanced at you, eyes a little softer now. “I just didn’t like how close he was.”

“He sits next to me in class, Jay.”

“He was flirting with you.”

“And I was laughing because his lab partner set a Bunsen burner on fire by accident.”

Jay went quiet.

You shifted to face him more directly, reaching for his hand. He didn’t pull away, just let your fingers slip through his, his grip warm and steady once he realized what you were doing.

“You know you don’t have to get all pouty, right?” you said. “You can just say it. When something bothers you.”

“I wasn’t pouting.”

“You absolutely were.”

Jay sighed. “I just… I don’t like the idea of someone else making you smile like that.”

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “No one else *gets* to.”

That finally earned a tiny smile.

You squeezed his hand. “Come back inside?”

Jay hesitated. “Only if I get to sit next to you.”

“You always do.”

Bonus 2

You weren’t even talking.

That was the strange part.

Usually, you filled the silence — jokes, half-formed thoughts, dumb questions just to keep the air moving. But today, neither of you said much. And somehow, it didn’t feel awkward.

It felt like something was… waiting.

You were walking side by side down the long path behind the school, the one that cut through the trees and led to the back lot where Jay liked to park his car to avoid people. The sun was low, golden and soft, filtering through the branches like it was trying to wrap the whole world in warmth.

Jay’s arm brushed yours as he walked.

You pretended not to notice.

It happened again. A small bump. Not intentional, but not accidental either.

You glanced at him. He wasn’t looking at you — just staring ahead, expression unreadable, like always. But you knew him well enough now to recognize the shift. His shoulders were tenser than usual. His hands shoved into his jacket pockets like he was holding something back.

Your hand swung just slightly as you walked, knuckles grazing his every so often.

Once. Twice.

And then—

He hooked his pinky with yours.

Just barely.

So lightly you could’ve missed it.

You blinked, looking down at where your fingers brushed. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t look at you. But he didn’t move either. That one tiny point of contact between you hung in the air like a secret.

He was holding your pinky like it was the only part of you he had permission to touch.

And you didn’t pull away.

You let your pinky curl around his.

Jay’s fingers twitched — startled, maybe. But then he exhaled, soft and shaky, like he’d been holding that breath for a long time.

You looked at him again.

Still no eye contact. But there was a faint blush crawling up his neck, just visible beneath the collar of his hoodie. His ears were red too. He looked painfully focused on the path ahead, like if he acknowledged what he’d just done, the moment might vanish.

So you bumped your shoulder gently into his.

“You okay there, loverboy?”

That got him.

He groaned, face buried in his hoodie as he muttered, “Don’t call me that.”

“You literally held my pinky.”

“That was—shut up.”

“You initiated pinky contact, Jay.”

He finally looked at you, and the mix of embarrassment and helpless fondness in his eyes made your heart flutter.

“I just… wanted to hold your hand,” he said softly. “Didn’t know if it was okay.”

Your teasing faded instantly.

You stopped walking, tugged gently on his hand until he turned to face you. Then, slowly, you slipped your fingers between his. Not just pinkies this time. The whole thing. Hand in hand.

Jay stared at your joined hands like he’d never seen anything like it before.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “You can hold it whenever you want.”

His lips twitched into a small, shy smile — the kind you didn’t see often. But it was real.

And warm.

And entirely yours.

Bonus 3

It was late.

Later than you meant for it to be.

Jay’s living room was dim, lit only by the warm glow of a small lamp and the quiet flicker of the TV. The movie you’d picked had ended a while ago — you’d both stopped paying attention somewhere near the middle, caught up in your own quiet world. Pillows were scattered across the floor. A blanket was draped over both your shoulders, half-slipping off Jay every time he shifted and you pulled it back up for him without thinking.

You were tucked into the corner of his couch, your legs curled, body warm and a little sleepy. Jay was next to you, closer than usual. Your knees brushed his. Your hand rested near his on the couch cushion, close enough that your pinkies touched every few minutes, then drifted apart again.

He hadn’t said much in the last hour.

But he hadn’t stopped looking at you either.

You checked your phone. Way past midnight. You sighed, softly, not wanting to break the peaceful air around you, but knowing you probably should.

“I should go,” you murmured, already shifting to sit up.

Jay looked over, something flickering in his expression.

He didn’t speak at first — just stared at you like he was searching for a reason to say something. You thought he might say goodnight. Or walk you to the door.

Instead, he said, quietly:

“You don’t have to.”

You blinked. “What?”

Jay’s gaze dropped to your hand. He rubbed the back of his neck, a little awkward, a little unsure.

“You could stay,” he said. “If you want.”

It was barely more than a whisper.

You froze for a second, stunned by the soft invitation wrapped in hesitation. Jay wasn’t someone who asked for things easily. He didn’t offer pieces of himself unless he really meant it. And now here he was — opening the door, not just to his home, but to something closer.

Something you could feel under your skin.

“Are you sure?” you asked gently.

He nodded, eyes flicking back to yours. “Yeah.”

You smiled, slow and a little sleepy. “Okay.”

Jay stood, clearing his throat and tugging on the sleeves of his hoodie. “You can take the bed. I’ll, uh— I’ll crash on the floor or something.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have to give me the bed. I’m not kicking you out of your own space.”

He looked conflicted for a second. Then, quietly: “We could share. If… if you’re okay with that.”

Your chest ached in the best way.

Jay, nervous and careful and soft around the edges, offering a shared space like it was sacred.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling. “I’m okay with that.”

Later, when the lights were off and you were lying in the stillness of his room, you felt the tension in his body fade — not all at once, but enough. His hand found yours beneath the covers, fingertips brushing until they intertwined.

He didn’t say anything.

But you didn’t need him to.

Because the warmth of him beside you, steady and slow, said everything.

[ellewritesss]

To Jay, With Love...

Pairing: Park Jay (ENHYPEN) x Han Y/N (OC/Fan) Genre: Idol x Fan, Slow Burn, Emotional, Romance, Possible smut?? Warning: None Word Count: 10k+

Han Y/N, who has supported Jay since I-LAND. For the first time in her fangirl life, she goes to watch ENHYPEN on stage at Coachella. Things are going well for her, the admiration she has for Jay has been going strong. But with the letter in her hand, handed over to the staff to be given to Jay, she piqued his interest. But before Jay could even get the chance to see her, she was gone, leaving Jay with curiosity and wonder if she'll ever send him a letter again or if he'll see her ever.. But how will he know if it's you? You only left your initials on the letter.. "H.G", no picture, no full name, no insta usernames like the others…

The sun blazed over the golden desert horizon, casting a warm glow over the pulsating heart of Coachella. Music echoed across the festival grounds, each beat thudding in sync with the excited hearts of thousands of fans from around the globe.

Y/N had never imagined herself standing here—sand crunching under her shoes, her hands trembling as she clutched the lightstick tightly, eyes locked onto the stage that was about to light up. Her heart wasn’t just racing from excitement. It was something more—something she had carried inside her since 2020.

Jay.

Park Jongseong. The boy who smiled through hardships on I-LAND, who danced like the stage was his home, and who spoke with a sincerity that reached through the screen. Y/N had watched him grow, fall, rise, and shine. And now… he was right there. Just minutes away.

"Y/N! It’s starting!" her friend Jiyeon nudged her, barely audible over the roar of the crowd.

Y/N nodded, her eyes wide and shimmering, her other hand reaching into her small crossbody bag where a folded letter rested. She had spent days writing it—pouring her admiration and silent affection into words she never imagined he’d read. It wasn’t romantic, not really… or maybe it was. But it was honest. Raw.

The stage went dark. The crowd screamed. Then—

BOOM!

Lights erupted, the first beats of ENHYPEN’s opening song thundering across the festival. Y/N screamed along with the others, her eyes finding Jay instantly. He was glowing. Not just because of the spotlights or the glitter on his cheekbones—but because he was him. Her Jay. Her inspiration.

The way he moved, smiled, interacted with the others—it was everything she dreamed of and more. And yet, a bittersweet feeling coiled in her chest.

This was the closest she’d ever been… and yet she was still just one face in the crowd.

Later that evening...

Y/N, with a cap adn a mask to cover her face, handed the envelope to the staff just as the final fireworks exploded above. Her heart pounded with a mix of fear and hope.

“Excuse me? Will… will you give this to one of them? Uhm... To Jay?” she asked, eyes pleading.

The staff nodded with a smile. “We’ll do our best.”

She whispered a soft “thank you,” then turned and disappeared into the sea of fans heading toward the exits. Her flight back to Seoul was in ten hours... She left with the hopes that it'll reach Jay..

Backstage, the adrenaline of the performance still evident,

Jay wiped sweat from his brow as he downed a water bottle. The adrenaline was still coursing through him, the cheers of the crowd echoing in his mind.

“That was insane,” Jake said, breathless, throwing an arm over Sunghoon’s shoulders.

Heeseung nodded. “I think that’s the loudest I’ve ever heard an international crowd.”

Jay smiled, proud. But as the others laughed and chatted, he found himself drifting to the side, alone for a moment. His gaze flicked toward the direction of the crowd, something tugging at him. Like he’d missed something important.

A staff member approached with a small envelope in hand.

“Jay, a fan gave this to us. We checked it a bit, no photo or contact info… just said it was for you.”

Jay raised an eyebrow. “No name?”

The staff shrugged. “Only initials. ‘H.G.’”

Jay took the letter slowly, staring at the handwriting on the front. Neat, feminine… careful. For some reason, his heartbeat quickened. Something about it felt personal.

He opened the letter carefully, unfolding the cream paper that still smelled faintly of lavender. His eyes scanned the opening lines, and before he could stop it, the world around him faded out.

Dear Jay,

You don’t know me. And maybe you never will. But I’ve known you since the day you stood on that I-LAND stage with uncertainty in your eyes and fire in your heart. I watched you fight, fall, get back up again, and become someone who shines so brightly that even through my screen, I felt it.

You’ve inspired me in ways I can’t explain. In dark days, your voice was my light. In moments when I doubted myself, your words reminded me I was enough. You don’t know me, Jay—but you’ve saved me in ways you’ll never know.

I don't want anything from you. I just wanted to say thank you.

— Yours, always cheering from afar, H.G.

Jay blinked, swallowing hard. He read it again. And again.

Something about this letter felt different from the dozens of fan letters he’d read before. It wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t a confession or filled with requests for attention. It was quiet. Honest. Sincere.

He flipped it over—no contact. No social media handle. No picture. Just those two letters: H.G.

“Who are you…?” he whispered.

After Coachella, the soft hum of the hotel’s air conditioning was barely enough to fill the silence that had taken over the ENHYPEN suite. The festival buzz still lingered in their limbs—sore muscles from hours of performance, minds hazy with adrenaline and lingering awe. But for Jay, the whirlwind hadn’t stopped. Not even close.

He sat on the edge of his hotel bed, the letter unfolded in his hands again. The others had retreated to the common area after dinner, sprawled across the couch, mindlessly watching Netflix or scrolling through their phones.

Jay, however, had read the letter six times already.

Seven, now.

It wasn’t just the words that lingered—it was the feeling. A strange comfort. A familiarity that didn’t make sense. Whoever H.G. was, she had seen a version of him that even he had hidden away sometimes.

He traced the edge of the paper with his thumb.

Still no picture. Still no name. Still… just H.G.

His brows furrowed, lost in thought, when a soft knock on the doorframe startled him.

Jake leaned against it, a towel draped over his shoulder, hair still wet from a post-show shower. “You okay, man? You’ve been staring at that thing like it holds the secrets of the universe.”

Jay looked up, blinking. “Yeah, sorry. Just… thinking.”

Jake stepped into the room, peeking at the paper. “Still that letter?”

Jay nodded.

Jake tilted his head. “You wanna talk about it?”

Jay hesitated, then patted the space beside him. Jake didn’t need further invitation and dropped down beside him, resting his elbows on his knees. Jay passed the letter over.

Jake read it slowly, the way Jay had. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds after finishing, but his face shifted—something soft and thoughtful blooming across his features.

“This is… wow. She really poured her heart into this.”

Jay nodded silently.

“You said there’s no contact info?”

“None. Just her initials. H.G.”

Jake leaned back, lips pursed. “It’s kind of romantic, actually. Mysterious fan girl leaves a heartfelt letter, disappears into the night…”

Jay chuckled dryly. “It’s driving me crazy.”

Jake smiled. “I get it. Feels like she actually knows you, huh? Like the real you.”

Jay nodded again. “I’ve read thousands of letters over the years. They’re always sweet, supportive. But this one… it’s different. It’s not about ENHYPEN. It’s not about the fame or our success. It’s just… me.”

Jake leaned forward, thoughtful. “What if she doesn’t want to be found?”

Jay stared at the floor. That had crossed his mind more than once.

“But what if she does?” he murmured.

Sunghoon was the first to notice the two returning.

Jay held the letter again, now carefully folded, and Jake had that look on his face that said he knows something now.

“Alright, spill,” Sunghoon said, sitting up. “What’s the deal with the letter?”

The others turned their attention toward them. Heeseung muted the TV. Jungwon raised an eyebrow, and Ni-ki tilted his head curiously.

Jay sighed and flopped into the armchair, resting the letter on the table in front of him like it was a sacred artifact.

“I think I’m obsessed with someone I’ve never met.”

The room fell silent for a beat.

Then Sunoo laughed. “Okay, dramatic much?”

“No, seriously,” Jay said, rubbing the back of his neck. “This letter—it’s from a fan. She didn’t sign her name, didn’t leave a handle. Just her initials: H.G.”

Heeseung sat up, intrigued. “So what’s in it?”

Jay passed it around. One by one, the members read it quietly, and the mood in the room shifted again. What started as light teasing melted into genuine interest.

“That’s… really well-written,” Sunghoon said quietly.

“It feels personal,” Jungwon added. “Like she knows you. Not the idol you. Just… you.”

“Exactly,” Jay said, voice soft. “And I don’t know why, but I can’t stop thinking about her. Like—who she is, what she looks like, if she’s okay…”

Sunoo tapped his chin. “Do you think she’s a long-time fan?”

“From what she wrote? Yeah,” Jay nodded. “She mentioned I-LAND. And she described things that only someone who’s followed me for a while would know.”

Ni-ki, the youngest, looked thoughtful. “Why didn’t she leave anything? Fans usually want us to notice them.”

“Maybe she didn’t want anything,” Jake offered. “Maybe that was her way of saying goodbye.”

Jay’s jaw tightened slightly. The idea unsettled him.

“But what if it wasn’t?” he argued. “What if she was just scared? Or shy? Or thought she wasn’t worthy of being known?”

“Or,” Heeseung said gently, “she wanted to leave a part of herself without expecting anything back. That kind of vulnerability is rare.”

Jay sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to let it go.”

Sunghoon leaned forward, tapping the table. “So… what are you gonna do? Post a story? Ask fans to come forward?”

Jay shook his head. “No. That’s the thing. If I do that, I might scare her off. If she didn’t want to be known publicly, the worst thing I could do is call attention to it.”

“So what?” Jungwon asked. “You’re just going to wait?”

Jay nodded slowly. “Yeah. Maybe I’ll mention it subtly in interviews. Or lives. Nothing obvious. Just… enough that if she’s out there and she hears it, she’ll know I’m talking to her.”

The room went quiet again, but this time it was a quiet understanding.

“Okay,” Sunoo said, nodding. “We’ll help.”

Jay looked up.

“If you ever mention her, we’ve got your back,” Sunghoon added with a grin.

Jake bumped shoulders with him. “Operation Find H.G.”

Jay laughed softly, touched by their support. “Thanks, guys. I know it sounds silly, but…”

“It doesn’t,” Heeseung interrupted. “It doesn’t sound silly at all.”

Jungwon smiled. “You never know, hyung. Maybe she’s watching.”

Jay stared at the letter one more time before folding it neatly and slipping it into his journal.

I hope so, he thought.

A week later..

Y/N sat in her room, scrolling through Twitter when a clip from a recent ENHYPEN interview popped up on her feed. It wasn’t live—it had been pre-recorded shortly after Coachella—but it had just aired.

The boys were talking about their Coachella experience.

“What was the most memorable moment?” the interviewer asked.

Sunghoon said something about the crowd.

Jungwon mentioned the heat.

Then the camera cut to Jay.

“There was… a moment I’ll never forget,” he said, and Y/N froze.

He smiled softly, almost wistfully. “Someone left me a letter. No name, no picture. Just initials.. H.G. It was the most beautiful letter I’ve ever received. I just… I hope she’s doing okay. And I hope she knows I read it. More than once.”

Y/N’s heart stopped.

Her breath caught in her throat.

That was her letter.

The one she thought he’d never see.

The one she thought would fade into the crowd like she did.

And he… remembered.

ENGENE Twitter - Worldwide Trends JayAndH.G 🔥 “I hope she’s doing okay.” Mystery Letter Girl Jay’s Soft Side 🥺 Who is H.G.? Is this a fanfic or real life??

The interview had only been out for three hours, but the ENGENE fandom was already spiraling.

Clips of Jay’s statement had been clipped, subtitled, analyzed, slowed down, looped with soft background music, and edited with fanart popping up from left to right. The moment he mentioned a mysterious letter with “no name, no picture, just initials—H.G.”, chaos ensued.

@jjaylvr: wait a damn MINUTE. who is she??? @enhypenjayfangirl: the way his voice got soft… I’m gonna cry 😭 @hgstandacc: I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE, I’M H.G. @enhacollective: i just know jay’s been rereading that letter every night and sighing at his window like a kdrama lead @soulmate4jay: imagine writing ONE LETTER and he can’t stop thinking about you. h.g., bestie. reveal yourself. @enhypenthoughts: watch this turn into a real-life love story. we are LIVING through a fanfic.

Speculation ran wild. Some fans started detective threads trying to figure out who H.G. could be. Theories ranged from backstage staff to fansites to a fan with a secret Instagram.

But the only real clue was… her initials.

Just H.G.

Back at her apartment, Y/N stared at the screen, her chest a mess of chaos.

Her letter. Her words. A private, trembling part of her soul that she had poured onto paper—never expecting to be heard—had somehow reached him.

Not only did Jay read it.

He remembered it.

Talked about it.

Looked into the camera like maybe, just maybe, he was talking directly to her.

Her fingers hovered above her keyboard, unsure of what to do. Every part of her wanted to scream, “It’s me! I’m H.G.!” But fear… fear clenched its hands around her heart.

What if people hated her for it?

What if he didn’t like what he saw if they ever met?

What if she’d ruined the magic by being too… ordinary?

She sighed and pulled her blanket over her head.

Her phone vibrated with a message.

Jiyeon [Staff Noona 💼💛] “Hey, did you see the interview? 👀”

Y/N blinked. She hadn’t told Jiyeon she was the one who left the letter.

She typed back carefully.

Y/N: “Yeah… it was sweet.” “Do you think it’s real?”

Jiyeon replied instantly.

Jiyeon: “Very real. He asked the staff if anyone remembered who gave him the letter. You made an impression, H.G.” 👀👀👀

Y/N’s heart jumped into her throat.

Y/N: “…How do you know it was me?”

Jiyeon: “Come on, Y/N. You handed it to one of our staff members with your hands shaking like a leaf. And you left right after the show ended.That wasn’t just nerves. That was a goodbye.”

Y/N: “I didn’t think he’d actually�� read it.”

Jiyeon: “He did. And he’s been thinking about it. About you.”

Meanwhile, at the dorms, the

members were all gathered in the living room again, scrolling through their phones while Jay quietly stared out the window, headphones in.

Heeseung laughed, reading a tweet aloud.

“‘Jay is probably sitting on his balcony right now writing poetry about H.G.’ Honestly, are they wrong?”

Jake snorted. “They’re really turning this into a full-on rom-com.”

Sunoo waved his phone dramatically. “I’m telling you, if she ever shows up, I’m going to sob. Like, full-on ugly cry.”

Jungwon added thoughtfully, “She probably saw it by now. The interview. If she’s really been a fan since I-LAND… she definitely saw it.”

Jay turned slightly, pulling his headphones off. “I hope so.”

Sunghoon looked at him. “You still thinking about her?”

Jay nodded slowly. “I can’t explain it. I just… I don’t want it to end like this. A mystery.”

Ni-ki asked quietly, “What would you say to her? If she was right in front of you?”

Jay was quiet for a long moment.

Then he exhaled and said, “I’d tell her thank you. For seeing me. For writing something so raw and honest. I’d tell her I wish she stayed. Because I would’ve wanted to know her.”

Sunoo clutched a pillow dramatically. “That’s it. I’m shipping it.”

Jake grinned. “You hear that, H.G.? If you’re out there, he wants to know you.”

Later that night...

It was unannounced. Lowkey. Just a chill live at 1:12 AM Korean time. No special lighting, no filters—just Jay in a hoodie, sitting on his bed, a mug of tea in his hand.

Fans trickled in fast.

“JAY LIVE OMGGG” “he looks so cozy 🥺” “talk to us about h.g. 😭”

He chuckled at the flood of comments, eyes scanning them quietly.

“I wasn’t planning to go live,” he said, voice soft. “But I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been thinking a lot lately.”

A pause.

“About Coachella.”

The chat exploded.

Jay smiled faintly, as if he could hear the squeals through the screen.

“I wasn’t expecting to find anything like that. You guys always give us letters and gifts, and we appreciate them more than you know. But this one…” His eyes dropped. “It stayed with me.”

He looked up again, gaze steady but warm.

“She didn’t leave her name. No socials. Just her initials—H.G. And somehow, those two letters have been living in my head since that night.”

His voice grew quieter.

“I don’t know if you’ll ever hear this. Or if you’re even watching. But if you are… I meant what I said in the interview.”

“I hope you’re okay.”

He gave the camera a small smile, soft and sincere.

“And… I hope someday you’ll let me know who you are.”

The screen filled with hearts, fans flooding the chat.

“crying rn.” “this is like a K-drama i swear” “H.G. reveal urself we won’t bite 😭” “imagine being H.G. right now???”

But one viewer didn’t comment.

One viewer just watched silently, her fingers frozen over the keyboard.

Heart pounding.

Tears in her eyes.

Because he was talking to her.

She didn't what's gotten into her that she attended the fanmeet... This venue was buzzing with curious fans..

Lightsticks glowed in soft blue hues, voices echoed with excitement, and the energy was electric. For many ENGENEs, this was the first in-person fanmeet since Coachella—and after that viral interview moment where Jay had mentioned the mysterious H.G., curiosity was at an all-time high.

Fans came in cosplay. Some wore “H.G. WHERE YOU AT?” shirts. Others carried signs like:

“Jay, I’m not H.G., but I can be your P.G. (Pretty Girlfriend)” “Dear H.G., pls reveal urself. We need closure 😭”

Backstage, the boys were doing final checks. Jungwon adjusted his mic, while Jake tried not to laugh at the fansigns he could see from the slit in the curtain.

“Someone literally brought a banner that says ‘Jay + H.G. = Endgame’,” Jake smirked.

Sunghoon snorted. “You started a fanfic, bro, and now they’re writing it for you.”

Jay rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips. “I didn’t do anything. I just answered honestly.”

“You didn’t do anything,” Sunoo teased. “But you felt something. Admit it.”

“Yeah,” Heeseung chimed in, mock-serious. “You’ve got H.G. Brain Syndrome. Highly contagious. Symptoms include staring out windows and talking to the moon.”

Ni-ki poked his head into the circle. “You think she’s here?”

The room went quiet.

Jay blinked. “Why would she be?”

“Because if I were her,” Ni-ki shrugged, “I’d come. Just to see how much you’ve been thinking about me.”

Jay chuckled nervously, tugging on his hoodie strings. “That’s assuming she wants to be found.”

The boys came on stage, greeted by a wave of cheers that shook the walls. They did a performance medley, played games, and answered questions from a huge clear box filled with folded papers submitted by fans earlier.

Jungwon reached in first. “Okay, next question… ‘If you could switch lives with another member for a day, who would it be and why?’”

The usual laughter followed.

Then Sunghoon picked one. “This one says, ‘To Jay-oppa: If H.G. walked into the room right now, what would you do?’”

The crowd screamed.

Jay rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly. “Uh… I’d probably freeze. Then hope I don’t mess up whatever I say next.”

“THAT’S your plan?” Jake laughed. “Bro, she poured her soul into a letter and you’re gonna ‘freeze’?”

Jay shrugged. “You try being articulate when someone makes your heart do backflips.”

Y/N sat in row 3, section B. Her heart hadn’t slowed down since she walked in. She wore a hat and glasses—nothing suspicious, just enough to blend in. The idea of meeting Jay face-to-face had her stomach in knots.

You’re not doing anything wrong, she reminded herself. You’re just another fan.

But she knew it wasn’t true. Not really.

Not after that letter.

And especially not after what he said about it.

When her number was called for the 1-on-1 segment, her hands trembled. She had spoken with idols before, at past fanmeets, but this was… different. This wasn’t any idol.

This was him.

Heeseung was first.

“Hi!” he smiled warmly. “You look a little nervous.”

“I—I’m okay,” she said, voice barely above a whisper.

“You from Korea?”

“I live here now. But I’m not originally from here.”

“Ooh, cool. That’s like, H.G.-vibes.”

Y/N froze. “Huh?”

“Oh,” he laughed, “Don’t mind me. We’ve all got H.G. on the brain lately. Jay’s turning into a whole poet.”

He winked and handed her a signed card. “Nice meeting you.”

She moved on.

Jake was next.

He leaned in. “Have we met before?”

Y/N blinked. “I don’t think so.”

“Huh. You seem… familiar.”

She gave a nervous smile. “I get that a lot.”

Jake studied her eyes, then grinned. “Well, thanks for coming. You’ve got this quiet energy about you. Mysterious. Jay would love that.”

Stop mentioning him, she wanted to say, heart racing.

But it was too late. The next table was— Jay...

Jay’s line had been steadily busy. Most fans brought up H.G.—the mysterious fan who wrote to him after Coachella. He’d heard variations of the same question at least fifty times by now.

“Oppa, who is H.G.?”

“Have you found her?”

“What if she’s here today?”

Jay kept smiling through them all, teasing his fans back, replying with, “Maybe I’ll just know when I see her.” But so far… he hadn’t.

That was until she appeared again.

The girl from earlier. The one with soft eyes and trembling fingers. The one who gave the name Y/N.

She stepped forward now with a tentative smile, holding her album close to her chest like a secret. She was a little more relaxed this time, but still had that hesitant energy—like someone who wasn’t used to being noticed.

Jay straightened up slightly, something shifting in his expression the second their eyes met again.

“You came back.” Jay said, Y/N laughed nervously as she didn't expect Jay to remember her from last time's fanmeeting.

“I didn’t want to leave without hearing you say something cheesy directly.”

“Oh, I have plenty of cheesy lines. But only for special fans.” Jay said while grinning widely.

He signed the page in her album with practiced ease, but his eyes flicked up often, watching her. Reading her.

“Special, huh? How does one qualify for that?” Y/N asked curiously.

“Well, writing a mysterious letter and disappearing like a K-drama heroine usually does it.” Her breath hitched—but only for a fraction of a second.

“Sounds like this H.G. person made quite the impression.” Y/N answered, but chills are running down her veins.

“She did. Still thinking about her, actually.”

Y/N nodded slowly, gaze lowering.

Jay tilted his head, pushing the moment just a little further. “If you were H.G., what would you want me to know?”

She bit her lip. Her hand, now resting near the signed album, clenched slightly.

Then she looked up and said, with a small, almost wistful smile, “I don’t know… maybe she doesn’t want you to find her. Maybe she just wants to keep admiring you from afar… where it’s safe.”

Jay froze—not outwardly, not in an obvious way—but something behind his eyes shifted. His pen paused mid-flourish. “…That’s very specific.” Jay quietly said.

“Huh?”

“That sounded a little too personal. Are you H.G.?” Jay teased.

Y/N’s eyes widened, cheeks flushing instantly. “N-No! I—I mean, I’m just… making a guess. That’s how I’d feel if I were her. But I’m not. Totally not.”

Jay laughed softly, shaking his head with playful disbelief. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you off the hook—for now.”

He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice just enough to make it feel like a secret between them.

“But if you were her… I hope you know she doesn’t have to stay hidden.”

Y/N stared at him for a second, lips parted, heart thudding so hard she could hear it in her ears. “Maybe she’s just scared that if she shows up… it’ll all change.”

That silenced him.

Not because he didn’t know what to say—but because it hit something inside him. Something real. Something raw.

For the first time in a long time, Jay wasn’t Park Jay from ENHYPEN. He wasn’t the idol or the performer or the face in someone’s wallpaper. He was just a boy at a table, talking to someone who seemed to see him.

He looked at her again—closer now. There was that tug. The feeling in his chest he felt at Coachella, standing under the golden lights holding a letter with no name.

“Change isn’t always bad, you know.” Y/N opened her mouth, but a staff member gently tapped her shoulder. Time was up.

She gave a small bow and a soft smile, clutching her signed album to her chest.

As she turned to leave, Jay couldn’t help it.

He called out softly—just for her:

“Y/N…” She turned around.

“If you ever decide to stop admiring from afar… I’ll be here.”

Y/N’s throat closed up.

She managed a small nod and whispered, “Okay.”

And then she was gone again.

Jay signed a few more albums, nodded to more fans—but his mind wasn’t in it anymore.

Not fully.

That girl. That Y/N.

She had said something only someone who knew could have said.

She said it in a way that didn’t sound like theory. It sounded like truth.

He tapped his pen against the table, eyes trailing to where she had walked away.

“...You are her. Aren’t you?” Jay said to himself.

The night after the fanmeet, the ENHYPEN dorms were unusually quiet. While the other members chatted or watched TV, Jay sat on the edge of his hotel bed, staring at his iPad, his thoughts a tangled mess of curiosity and certainty. The signed albums stacked neatly on the desk reminded him of the blur of faces he’d seen that day—smiles, nervous giggles, and declarations of love—but only one lingered in his mind.

Y/N.

Or maybe... H.G.

That line she said, still echoed in his head like a whisper he couldn’t forget: “Maybe she just wants to keep admiring you from afar… where it’s safe.” It didn’t sound like a generic comment. It felt personal. Intentional. Like something straight out of the letter he’d read so many times he’d practically memorized it.

Jay hesitated before opening a folder the staff had shared with them for feedback and post-event connection—"Fanmeet 2025 - Individual Interactions." He never really opened these. It felt like crossing a line. But this time, he had a reason. His heart beat faster as he scrolled to the mid-afternoon entries. Her face flashed in his mind again—quiet, nervous, but with a smile that softened him in a way nothing else had recently.

Then he saw it. Fan #184 – Han Y/N. No social media handle, no personal notes—just a line in the comment section: “Very soft-spoken. Came twice. Seemed familiar?” His breath caught in his throat as he tapped the accompanying image. It was slightly grainy, just a quick capture by the staff photographer, but it was her.

The next morning, Jay was uncharacteristically quiet during breakfast. He pushed a croissant around his plate, lost in thought, barely noticing the teasing looks the other members were throwing his way. Heeseung, ever the observant one, tilted his head. “You didn’t sleep again?” he asked. Jay just shrugged. Jake caught on instantly, smirking. “Still on that H.G. quest?” Sunghoon’s eyes widened dramatically. “Wait, did Jay actually like someone?” The others burst into laughter, and Sunoo added with a grin, “Are we finally getting to witness Jay’s soft-boy era?”

Jay tried to shut them down with a glare, but the blush on his cheeks betrayed him. Jungwon leaned forward, more curious than teasing now. “She really got to you, huh?” Jay didn’t answer, but the silence said more than words.

Later that day, he sat with Jake and Sunoo in the lounge, all of them mindlessly scrolling through their phones. Trying to sound casual, Jay asked, “You think fans might’ve posted videos of the fanmeet?” Sunoo gave him a look. “Uh, yeah. Thousands.” Jay tried to clarify, “Like... from our table. Up close?”

Jake narrowed his eyes. “Wait. You’re actually trying to find her, aren’t you?”

Jay didn’t reply. He just opened Twitter and searched a string of hashtags: #ENHYPENFanmeet #ENHYPENJayFanmeet #JayHGFan. It didn’t take long—fan-edited clips flooded the screen. He scrolled through them until one caught his eye: “Jay smiling at a fan like he just found his muse 😭❤️.”

His heart stopped. It was her.

In the clip, Y/N looked nervous, clutching her album. She said something, and the way his own expression softened on camera made his stomach twist. He hadn’t realized how obvious he looked. Jake leaned over and let out a low whistle. “Dude… you definitely looked like you were flirting.” Sunoo chimed in without missing a beat, “Or imprinting.”

But it was the fan comments that shook him.

“Wait. Did anyone else notice Jay kept staring at that one fan??” “He definitely reacted to something she said. Who IS she??” “WHAT IF SHE’S H.G.????”

The buzz picked up fast. Jay knew fans were perceptive—but the speed at which they started connecting the dots surprised even him. It was both overwhelming and thrilling.

That night, after everyone had gone to bed, Jay made a subtle post on Weverse. Not enough to reveal anything—but just enough.

[JAY] Sometimes we think hiding is safer. But maybe… being found wouldn’t be so bad. #JustAThought

The fandom lost it.

“OH MY GOD IS THIS ABOUT H.G.???” “Jay if you’re reading this blink twice if Y/N = H.G.” “Somebody find this girl. I can’t sleep until they reunite.”

Days passed, and the search only intensified. Then, ENHYPEN dropped a new Behind-the-Scenes video from the fanmeet. It showed them getting ready backstage, signing albums, and laughing amongst themselves. At one point, the camera caught Jay reading a pile of fan notes. Ni-ki passed by and teasingly said, “Jay-hyung, still waiting for H.G.?” Jay, caught off guard, smiled and muttered, “Maybe she already came.”

The editors left the moment in—subtitled in bold yellow. Clear as day.

It sent fans into another frenzy.

“HE SAID IT. HE THINKS SHE CAME. THIS IS REAL.” “Imagine being her and watching this rn 😭😭😭” “This is like a fanfic unfolding in real life.”

Jay sat in bed that night, staring at the ceiling. He’d dropped enough clues now. Left breadcrumbs on Weverse, slipped lines into interviews, and even let his guard down in front of the camera. He wasn’t usually one to chase—he liked staying composed, mysterious.

But with her?

He didn’t mind being vulnerable.

Because the truth was simple: she had seen him long before the spotlight did. Back when he was just a hopeful trainee on I-LAND. Her words still lived in his head, still gave him comfort on the hard days. He had to find her—not because it was romantic, not because it was a game. But because she had always seen the version of himself he feared no one would.

And for once, he was ready to be seen.

The Coachella buzz may have passed, but a new mystery had taken over the fandom: Who is H.G.?

A few weeks after the fanmeet, ENHYPEN sat down for a special interview segment with a well-known music magazine in Seoul. The theme was "From Coachella to Comeback: ENHYPEN Unfiltered," and fans were already bracing themselves for behind-the-scenes stories. Little did they know, they'd also be getting subtle invitations—and a very specific message.

The interview began lighthearted, as always. The group sat casually in a semi-circle—Jay with his legs crossed and fingers interlaced, Jake lounging beside Heeseung, and Sunoo perched with a mischievous grin, clearly waiting to stir chaos.

“So,” the host smiled, “Coachella was a huge deal. You guys had fans flying in from all over the world. Was there anything—or anyone—that stood out to you?”

The boys shared knowing looks. Jungwon chuckled first.

“Oh, there were so many memorable moments,” he said carefully. “Like fans holding up banners in the middle of the crowd even when it was super hot.”

“Or that one fan who gave Sunghoon a stuffed penguin wearing sunglasses,” Sunoo chimed in. The group laughed.

Then Heeseung, ever the subtle one, added, “And of course… Jay had a moment too.”

Jay glanced sideways. “What moment?”

Heeseung smirked. “You know which one.”

Jake leaned forward. “There’s been a lot of speculation. Should we tell them, hyung?” His eyes sparkled with mischief.

The host raised a brow. “Speculation?”

“About someone named H.G.,” Sunghoon said nonchalantly, spinning his water bottle. “I think fans are putting together a whole drama about her.”

“Oh, it’s beyond a drama now,” Sunoo jumped in. “It’s practically a K-drama, Webtoon, and OST playlist all in one.”

Jay sighed softly, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “They’re just guessing.”

The host was curious now. “Is this a real person or…?”

“She’s real,” Jay said after a beat, surprising even the members with his sincerity. His voice lowered. “I just don’t know where she is.”

The room fell silent for a second. The host blinked. “You mean… you’re actually looking for her?”

Jay nodded slowly. “Yeah. She left a letter. No name, no contact info. Just initials.”

“And Jay’s been mysterious ever since,” Jungwon teased, though his eyes were gentle.

Jake added, “Actually, if H.G. is watching this—we’d all like to say something to you.”

The camera angle zoomed in slightly as one by one, the members took turns:

Jake: “Hey H.G., if you're out there… you should know Jay hasn’t stopped thinking about your letter. It really meant a lot to him.”

Sunghoon: “He read it, like, ten times in one night. I’m serious. Even the part where you said you don’t expect him to notice.”

Sunoo: “But he did notice. And now, the whole fandom is invested, so no pressure!” He laughed, then grew softer. “But really, we hope you’re doing okay.”

Heeseung: “Sometimes words find the right person at the right time. I think yours did.”

Jungwon: “And if you’re scared or unsure about coming forward… just know we’d all welcome you.”

Then it was Jay’s turn. He looked down for a second, thumb brushing the edge of his sleeve, before meeting the camera directly. His gaze was steady, voice low but rich with emotion.

Jay: “Hi, H.G. If this somehow reaches you… thank you. For everything you wrote. You said you’ve supported me since I-LAND, and honestly… that still amazes me. You saw me at my most vulnerable. Before everything. I don’t know why you left so quietly. But I hope it’s not because you think you don’t matter. You do. I hope one day, you’ll come out from wherever you’re hiding and let me thank you properly. Even if it’s just as a fan. Even if it’s just for a moment. We still haven’t met properly. But… I’m waiting.”

The room was completely still when he finished. The members exchanged glances, proud and a little surprised by Jay’s uncharacteristic openness. The host swallowed a lump in her throat. “That was beautiful.”

Within hours of the interview airing, the internet exploded.

“Jay really said ‘I’m waiting’ with those puppy eyes 😭” “If H.G. doesn’t show up soon I WILL 😤” “This is the softest thing I’ve ever seen. Jay, you’re such a romantic.” “The way the whole group is in on this now… my heart 💔” “What if she watched this and cried?? H.G., girl, COME HOME.”

Hashtags began trending:

#FindHG #JayIsWaiting #ENHYPENxH.G

Even non-fans were drawn to the story. Clips of Jay’s message went viral on TikTok and Twitter, racking up millions of views. People began speculating more, sleuthing harder—matching every quiet fan video to that moment in the fanmeet. Someone even started a petition titled “Let Jay Meet H.G. IRL.”

Fans made edits pairing Jay’s message with soft piano music, spliced with scenes from I-LAND and Coachella—showing his journey, her silent support, and the invisible thread that tied them together.

Meanwhile, back in the dorm, Jay sat in front of his laptop, watching the chaos unfold.

He wasn’t used to letting fans in this much. He had always been careful, protective of his privacy, of his heart.

But H.G. had somehow slipped past all his walls—with just her words.

He didn’t know if she’d ever show herself.

But now, at least, she knew one thing for certain:

He was looking.

And he wasn’t alone.

Y/N hadn’t meant to watch the interview. In fact, she’d spent the last few weeks intentionally avoiding anything ENHYPEN-related, which was ironic considering they used to be her entire world. But curiosity has a way of finding cracks in even the strongest of walls, and when she opened Twitter that morning, there it was—#JayIsWaiting trending worldwide.

Her heart dropped before she even knew what it was about.

She clicked.

And there he was.

Jay, sitting under soft lights in a studio with the members around him, speaking gently into the camera like he was talking only to her. The moment his voice hit her ears, Y/N froze. Her hands trembled, eyes locked to the screen. She watched the entire interview with her fingers clenched in her hoodie, trying not to let the tears fall. Trying not to hope.

“Hi, H.G. If this somehow reaches you… thank you.”

Her breath caught. Her screen blurred.

She didn’t even realize she was crying until the fabric of her sleeve was wet.

He was waiting for her.

Not just remembering her letter, not just moved by it—but waiting.

And not just him. The members had joined in. They all knew about her now. Her quiet confession had grown wings, flown across oceans, and landed on their laps like something sacred. She thought she could disappear. That she could hand over her heart and vanish, and no one would ever notice.

But he noticed.

And now he was searching.

That night, Y/N didn’t sleep. The city outside her window faded into silence, but her thoughts only grew louder. Was it a mistake to write that letter? Should she have signed it fully? Left a contact? What was she so afraid of?

The truth was, she wasn’t afraid of Jay not noticing her.

She was afraid that he would.

That he’d see her—plain, ordinary Han Y/N, the girl who watched from the back of the crowd, who’d loved him quietly since I-LAND—and be disappointed. Because fantasy was easier than reality. Admiring him from afar was safe. He couldn’t reject her if he didn’t know her.

But now… now he was hoping. And it tore her in two.

Sometime around 3 a.m., Y/N sat down at her small desk, the soft hum of the heater the only sound in her apartment. She opened her notebook—the same one where she had drafted the first letter months ago—and flipped to a fresh page.

She stared at it for a long time.

Then, slowly, she began to write.

Dear Jay,

I watched the interview. I didn’t mean to. I was trying to stay away. But you spoke like you already knew I’d see it. Like you knew I’d be listening. And I was.

I’ve wanted to write again for weeks now. I just… didn’t think I should. You looked for me. That alone has left me shaking. Not because I don’t want to be found, but because… I don’t know if I deserve to be.

You said I matter. I’ve spent most of my life trying to believe that. Hearing it from you broke something in me in the softest way.

Thank you.

For remembering. For not brushing it off. For making me feel seen.

But I’m still afraid. Not of you—never of you—but of what happens after this.

I’m just a girl who wrote a letter.

And you’re still Park Jay. The boy I admired before the world knew your name. The man the world admires now.

Maybe one day I’ll be brave enough to hand this to someone again. Maybe one day, I’ll let myself be found.

But for now… I’m still here. Still cheering. Still yours—from a distance.

—H.G.

She stared at the letter once it was done, her hands resting lightly on the page. The words felt raw. Real. Like skin she wasn’t ready to expose. But for the first time since Coachella, she didn’t feel like she was hiding in the dark.

She had no idea when she’d send it. If she ever would.

But she had written it.

And maybe that was a start.

The letter sat on Y/N’s desk for three more days.

She would stare at it every morning before work, fingers brushing the envelope’s edge, asking herself the same question over and over: What are you afraid of?

And the answer never changed.

Rejection. Exposure. That fragile, trembling fear that maybe her words—once so safe in anonymity—were too much in the real world.

But then, one night, she caught a behind-the-scenes clip of Jay on YouTube. He was laughing with Jake, brushing his hair back as he leaned over a monitor. He looked so normal, so human. Not some unreachable idol, but a boy—just a boy—who was waiting for someone to believe he meant what he said.

And Y/N decided she would be brave.

She mailed the letter the next morning.

No fan art. No perfume. Just a single page, in the same handwriting as the first letter, signed again with two simple initials: H.G.

But this time, she added a sentence at the very bottom, in careful script:

“You asked me to come out… so here I am.”

It was addressed not to Jay directly, but to HYBE’s main office, attention to the ENHYPEN team. She figured it would end up in a pile of fan mail, maybe sit untouched for weeks.

But fate had other plans.

At HYBE’s Seoul headquarters, the mail team was sorting through their weekly batch of incoming letters and packages for ENHYPEN. Fanboxes, plushies, journals, handwritten poems—it was routine.

Until one staffer noticed a cream-colored envelope with no return address, just the simple initials "H.G." written in the corner.

His brows raised. Could it be...?

He handed it off to the artist relations coordinator without delay.

And within the hour, the letter was on the desk of ENHYPEN’s internal team lead.

The name H.G. had not gone unnoticed.

Ever since Jay’s interview and the growing fan interest, the team had quietly kept watch—just in case.

So when this second letter arrived, bearing the same delicate writing, the same quiet emotion, the same unmistakable authenticity… they knew.

This was her.

The girl who had shaken Jay with a few paragraphs.

The girl he still hadn’t stopped thinking about.

That same afternoon, a private meeting was called—not with Jay, not yet—but with the executive managers overseeing ENHYPEN’s artist welfare and scheduling.

Because as much as they trusted Jay’s instincts, they also knew the world was watching. And Jay, being who he was—heart on his sleeve, always loyal, always intense—shouldn’t handle this alone.

They read the letter.

It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t flashy. It was soft, apologetic, brave in the quietest way.

And it ended with hope.

“You said I matter. I’ve spent most of my life trying to believe that. Hearing it from you broke something in me in the softest way. Maybe one day, I’ll let myself be found. But for now… I’m still here. Still cheering. Still yours—from a distance.”

The room was still.

And then someone spoke the words everyone was already thinking:

“We need to find her.”

Not for a PR stunt. Not to feed the media. But because they’d seen Jay—how he lit up when talking about H.G., how her letter grounded him before performances, how her words became a quiet kind of courage.

And because something in this letter was different.

This wasn’t a fan looking for attention.

This was a soul, answering another.

By the end of the day, the team had discreetly flagged the envelope’s postmark—an area just outside of Seoul. Nothing specific, but it was a start.

They began cross-referencing possible fanmeet entries, ticket holders from Coachella who signed in under Korean addresses, and comparing handwriting samples from previous letters. Every step was careful, done with full confidentiality. Even Jay hadn’t been told yet—he would, but only when they had something real to offer.

Meanwhile, Jay continued to post subtle messages on Weverse—lyrics, single-line quotes like:

“Even in the crowd, I still feel you watching.” “I wonder if she’s heard me yet.” “Don’t worry, I’m patient.”

And fans kept the search alive.

“He’s still waiting, I’m crying 😭” “Plot twist: H.G. already sent a second letter.” “What if HYBE knows and they’re just protecting them both? 💔” “Jay’s gonna cry when he finally meets her, I just know it.”

They weren’t wrong.

Three days later, Jay walked into the practice studio expecting a usual late-night dance session.

Instead, the company manager was waiting for him near the entrance, hands folded.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked gently.

Jay blinked, then nodded.

They led him into a private room—clean, quiet, warm.

And on the table was the envelope.

The same handwriting.

The same initials.

Jay’s breath caught in his throat.

His fingers hovered over it for a moment before he picked it up with trembling hands.

He read the letter in silence.

And by the time he reached the end, he was no longer wondering if she was real.

He knew.

She was out there.

And this time, she didn’t disappear.

She wanted to be found.

He looked up at the staff, voice unsteady but eyes blazing.

“I want to find her.”

The manager smiled. “We’re already trying.”

Y/N was coming home from work, half-asleep on the bus, when her phone buzzed.

A single email. No subject. Just a name in the sender field: HYBE LABELS — Artist Relations.

Her heart immediately dropped into her stomach.

Hands shaking, she tapped the message open.

Dear Miss Han Y/N, We hope this message finds you well. We recently received your letter addressed to ENHYPEN’s Jay (Park Jongseong). After internal review and cross-verification, we believe it is appropriate to respectfully reach out and request a brief, private conversation with you. Please note this outreach is strictly confidential. Our intention is not to pressure, but to provide space and support — for you, and for the artist involved. If you are willing, please respond with a preferred time for a discreet in-person meeting at our Seoul office. We are happy to accommodate you in a private setting. Warm regards, HYBE Artist Relations Department

Y/N stared at the message, frozen. Her stomach churned. Her lungs felt like they’d forgotten how to work. This was real. They knew who she was.

And more terrifying than that—so did Jay.

Three days later, Y/N found herself sitting in a quiet meeting room deep within HYBE’s secure artist floor.

Everything was pristine. A tray of tea sat untouched in front of her. She was dressed as plainly as possible, trying to shrink into her chair, yet it felt impossible to hide when two HYBE staff members—kind-eyed, warm, and dressed in soft business casual—were looking at her like she mattered.

“We really appreciate you coming, Y/N,” said the woman across from her, a team lead for artist wellness. Her voice was gentle, like she was talking to someone halfway through a storm.

“We want you to know, before anything else,” added the man beside her, “that you’re not in trouble. This isn’t about publicity, or content, or control. We’re only reaching out because your letter made it very clear you’ve been deeply impacted by this—and so has Jay.”

Y/N kept her hands folded tightly in her lap, eyes lowered. “I didn’t… I never expected it to go this far.”

“We understand,” the woman said with a nod. “You wrote something beautiful. Honest. And it meant a lot to him.”

Silence followed.

Then, the man leaned forward slightly, speaking softer.

“We want to ask you something, and we ask it carefully… not as a company, but as people who’ve seen Jay grow and change, especially after receiving your letters.”

Y/N finally looked up.

“What is it you want from here, Y/N?”

The room held its breath.

“Do you… want to meet him? Do you want to stay anonymous? Would you rather we keep you out of this moving forward, or… do you hope something else can come from this?”

Y/N blinked rapidly. Her vision blurred.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I didn’t think I’d get this far. I just… I loved him for so long, quietly. From behind a screen. From behind a barrier. And now he’s… waiting. Saying he’s waiting. That he wants to find me. But I don’t know if I’m enough to be found.”

The woman’s expression softened even more. “You don’t have to be anyone but who you are. We’re not here to judge or make decisions for you. But we do believe you should be the one who decides what happens next.”

The man gave a small smile. “Jay doesn’t want a fan who fits an image. He’s been moved by you. Your words. Your sincerity.”

Y/N stared at the untouched tea, thinking.

“I don’t know what comes next. But… I think I’d regret it forever if I didn’t at least meet him. Just once. Even if I say nothing.”

The woman reached for her tablet, then paused, locking eyes with her.

“We can make that happen. In private. No cameras. No staff beyond one of us. Just the two of you.”

“And if afterward,” the man added gently, “you feel it’s too much… we’ll protect your privacy. No names. No photos. Nothing goes anywhere without your consent.”

Y/N’s throat tightened. “He really wants to see me?”

“Yes,” the woman said without hesitation. “More than you know.”

Jay was pacing.

Not the kind of pacing that came with pre-concert jitters or last-minute rehearsals, but the kind that settled deep in your bones — restless, charged, unbearable.

Jungwon watched him from the corner of the dorm’s living room, sipping from a protein shake like he was watching the latest K-drama.

“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor, hyung.”

Jay stopped, turned, and ran a hand through his hair for the seventh time in under a minute. “What do I even say to her?”

Jake looked up from his phone on the couch. “Uh, maybe start with hi?”

“Very helpful, thank you,” Jay muttered, already pacing again.

Sunghoon walked in from the kitchen with an energy drink and leaned against the counter. “You’ve talked about her for weeks. Now you’re acting like you’ve forgotten how to form sentences.”

Jay stopped in front of him. “Because this is real now. Before, it was just letters. Guessing. Hoping. But tomorrow…” He swallowed hard. “Tomorrow, I’m going to be standing in front of her. The girl who wrote things that changed me. Who made me feel seen, without even showing her face.”

There was a beat of silence. Then, Heeseung looked up from his laptop, where he had been pretending not to listen.

“You’re not afraid she won’t like you, are you?”

Jay hesitated. “I’m afraid I won’t be enough for her.”

Sunoo, sitting cross-legged on the carpet while painting his nails, spoke up without looking. “She wouldn’t have written a second letter if she didn’t already care.”

“Exactly,” Ni-ki added from where he was lying on the floor with a bag of chips. “She gave you another chance. Don’t mess it up.”

Jay let out a frustrated sigh, collapsing onto the couch beside Jake. His fingers rubbed his temples, trying to calm the tornado in his head.

He had barely slept in the past three days.

Ever since HYBE confirmed they had found H.G.—no, Y/N—and that she had agreed to meet him in private, Jay had been spiraling between every human emotion possible.

Excitement. Terror. Longing. Doubt.

He wanted to dress well, but not flashy. Say something profound, but not rehearsed. He wanted to be himself — but what if himself wasn’t what she’d imagined?

“She knows me from afar,” Jay muttered, staring blankly at the ceiling. “What if up close, I’m a disappointment?”

“Then she’d be the only one who thinks that,” Sunoo said simply.

Jay looked over.

“I mean it,” Sunoo added. “None of us were the same after reading that first letter. You changed, hyung. You softened. You started opening up more — even in interviews. The way you talk about her, even when you try to hide it… it’s different.”

Sunghoon nodded. “She didn’t just impact you, Jay. She impacted all of us.”

Jake threw an arm around Jay’s shoulders and pulled him into a sideways hug. “You’re gonna be great. Just don’t cry the second you see her, okay? Let her breathe.”

Jay let out a small laugh, covering his face. “I might, though.”

“Don’t wear cologne if you’re going to cry,” Ni-ki chimed. “You’ll drown the poor girl in sad boy perfume.”

Jay threw a cushion at him, but missed.

Later that night, after the dorm had quieted down, Jay sat alone in his room.

On his desk were the two letters. He read them both again, slowly.

He traced her handwriting with his eyes, memorizing the curves of her words like he had the first time. Her second letter was shorter, but braver. She signed it the same way: H.G. — but this time, he knew her name.

Han Y/N.

The name felt like a secret he had waited months to learn.

He imagined her handwriting now with a voice. A face. The shy smile she must have had when writing these words. The trembling hope buried between the lines.

And tomorrow, she would be real.

Not a dream. Not a guess. Not a crowd in the audience.

But there.

In front of him.

Waiting for him to speak first.

Jay picked up his guitar, fingers instinctively finding a gentle chord progression. He played softly, the notes fragile and uncertain.

And then, quietly, he sang—half-whispered.

“If I had one more letter from you… I’d write one back, face to face. No more distance, no more maybe. Just your name. And my name. And now.”

He paused.

Then whispered, “Please don’t run this time.”

The elevator doors opened with a soft ding.

Jay stepped out onto the private floor, where no one else was allowed without clearance. The usual buzz of HYBE was distant here, quieted by thick walls and soundproof rooms.

He wore a simple black sweater, clean jeans, and his favorite sneakers—the ones he always wore when he needed to feel grounded. His hair was brushed, his hands freshly moisturized (Sunoo made sure), but none of that stopped the storm raging in his chest.

A staff member he trusted walked beside him, guiding him to one of the meeting lounges tucked in the corner of the building. The windows were half-drawn. Soft light flooded the warm wood and cream-toned room. A tray of untouched tea and bottled water sat on the table.

And she was there.

Sitting quietly on the far couch, hands neatly folded on her lap, eyes lowered.

Jay froze.

The sound of his shoes stopped her breath mid inhale. Slowly, carefully, she looked up.

Their eyes met.

Time, for a moment, didn’t exist.

Not the years she spent watching him from behind a screen. Not the months he spent looking for a girl who left nothing but letters. Not the interviews, or the posts, or the words written in secret.

Just him.

And her.

“H… hi,” she said, almost like a breath.

Jay’s throat tightened. “Hi.”

He moved toward the couch across from hers, not wanting to move too fast, afraid to break the moment like glass. She sat up straighter, adjusting nervously, and he could see how tightly she was gripping the hem of her sweater.

“I didn’t think this would actually happen,” she said softly.

“Me neither,” Jay replied. “But I’m really glad it did.”

She looked away for a moment, blinking hard. “I almost said no.”

Jay’s chest ached. “Why?”

“Because I thought… if I stayed hidden, I could protect everything. My feelings. My reality. You.”

Jay leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees. “And what made you come anyway?”

She bit her lip, then looked up again—and there it was. The expression he’d imagined from her letters: strong, uncertain, deeply sincere.

“Because I didn’t want to spend my whole life wondering what could’ve happened if I was brave enough to show up.”

Jay smiled softly, his eyes stinging.

“That’s funny,” he whispered. “Because I told myself the exact same thing last night.”

A quiet laugh escaped her lips. “So what now?”

“I don’t know,” he said honestly. “But I don’t want to walk away.”

Y/N exhaled, and it was shaky, as if she’d been holding her breath since Coachella.

“I didn’t write those letters expecting to be found,” she said. “I was okay just admiring you from far away. Loving you quietly.”

Jay looked down at his hands. “But I wanted to know who wrote things that knew my heart better than I did.”

Y/N’s fingers brushed against the side of her thigh. “I didn’t mean to say that at the fanmeet. It just slipped.”

“When you said…” Jay lifted his gaze. “‘Maybe she doesn’t want you to find her’?”

She nodded slowly, almost embarrassed.

Jay leaned back and gave a soft laugh. “That line haunted me.”

“I thought so,” she murmured. “You looked at me like you knew.”

“I didn’t,” he admitted. “Not for sure. But I hoped.”

There was a moment of silence where the air felt full of things unsaid. Then, Jay gently reached into his pocket and pulled something out.

It was the first letter.

“I carry it,” he said. “Not always, but… often enough.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Why?”

“Because it reminds me that someone saw me. Not the idol. Not the performer. Just… me.”

She blinked back sudden tears. “I saw you long before the world did.”

Jay held her gaze, firm and honest. “And I think I’ve been waiting for you ever since.”

A tear slipped down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away. “I don’t know what to do with this. What this means. I’m still a nobody, Jay.”

He shook his head. “You’re not a nobody. You’re you. That’s more than enough for me.”

Another long silence stretched between them, not heavy—just full. Then Jay stood slowly and offered his hand.

“No pressure,” he said quietly. “But… do you want to go for a walk?”

Y/N stared at his hand, then up at him.

She placed her fingers gently in his palm.

“Yes,” she said. “But only if we walk slowly.”

Jay’s smile was like a sunrise.

“Perfect,” he said, intertwining their fingers.

And together, they left the room—no cameras, no scripts, no questions. Just footsteps echoing gently through the quiet hallways of the building where dreams were born… …and where, finally, two of them found each other.

Jay stepped back into the dorm sometime past midnight.

The world outside was dark and sleeping, but inside him, everything was awake. His heart, his thoughts, his soul—buzzing with something that had no name yet but felt a lot like beginning.

He quietly pushed the door closed behind him, slipping off his shoes as if not to wake a sleeping house. But when he turned the corner, the lights flipped on.

“HYUNG!”

“HE’S BACK!”

“OUR ROMEO RETURNS!”

The entire living room exploded with voices. Heeseung was sprawled on the couch with popcorn. Jake and Sunghoon jumped out from behind the kitchen counter like they’d rehearsed it. Sunoo had a camera (probably fake) and started pretend-filming like a paparazzi.

Jungwon, always the calm one, simply raised his eyebrows with a teasing grin. Ni-ki clapped like a seal.

Jay froze. “What the—how are you all still awake?!”

“You think we were gonna sleep through this?” Jake said, laughing.

“This is basically a national event,” Sunoo added. “I’ve been waiting all day for the post-meeting report.”

Jay sighed and rolled his eyes, walking toward the kitchen while they all followed like ducklings. “It wasn’t a drama, guys.”

“No, but you were dramatic enough leading up to it,” Sunghoon said with a smirk. “So, spill.”

Jay opened the fridge just to avoid eye contact. “It was… good.”

“GOOD?” Heeseung repeated in disbelief. “That’s all we’re getting?”

Jay turned around, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed. His face, though trying to stay composed, was… different. Softer. Brighter. Like something inside had been washed clean.

“She’s everything I hoped she’d be,” he finally said, voice low but firm. “Maybe even more.”

The room fell quiet for a second.

Sunoo slowly lowered his pretend camera. “Okay, now I want to cry.”

“What did you guys talk about?” Ni-ki asked, genuinely curious.

Jay looked thoughtful. “Everything and nothing. It wasn’t about what we said, honestly. It was just… being there. Finally. Looking at her and knowing it’s her. The girl who wrote those words and somehow saw me.”

Jungwon smiled, eyes gentle. “Did she seem happy?”

“She was scared,” Jay admitted. “But she showed up. And that told me everything.”

There was a beat of silence before Jake reached over and smacked his shoulder lightly.

“I’m proud of you, man.”

“Me too,” Heeseung added. “You didn’t push. You just… waited. You let her come to you.”

Jay looked down and smiled. “She said she still doesn’t know what to do with all this. That she’s still just a fan. But I told her that to me, she’s her. That’s what matters.”

Sunghoon nodded slowly. “You really like her, huh?”

Jay looked up, eyes clear.

“I think I have for a long time. I just didn’t know who ‘she’ was until now.”

Meanwhile at HYBE, in a quiet executive meeting the following morning, the same staff who had handled the letters, the background checks, and the careful arrangements for the meeting sat around a glass table.

The atmosphere was calm but hopeful. A few senior managers, PR leads, and artist relationship coordinators were present.

“So?” one of them finally asked. “How did it go?”

One staff member, a gentle-faced coordinator who had walked Y/N into the lounge personally, smiled softly. “Better than we could have imagined. She’s… kind. Thoughtful. She still doesn’t want any attention. Just wanted to speak with him, that’s all.”

“Is she still planning to stay anonymous?” another asked.

“For now,” the coordinator replied. “But I think… something changed between them. Something quiet. Personal. And powerful.”

There was a long silence. The head of artist care, a woman in her mid-30s with years of experience under her belt, folded her hands.

“We keep protecting them. No leaks, no rumors. This is theirs, not the public’s. But we support whatever direction it goes.”

Everyone nodded.

“She brought out a side of him we hadn’t seen in a while,” someone muttered. “A kind of peace.”

“She reminded him of who he is outside the spotlight.”

Later that week, back at the dorm

Jay sat on the balcony, phone in hand, scrolling slowly through Weverse posts. He wasn’t planning to say anything. Just… browsing.

Then, he opened his private staff chat. A single new message from HYBE.

“Thank you for handling everything with respect and sincerity. We’re proud of you.”

He stared at the message for a moment, then replied simply:

“She was worth it.”

As he looked out at the night skyline, a warm breeze rustling the curtains, Jay finally let himself relax.

This was the beginning of something.

Maybe not a love story the whole world would know yet.

But something real.

And for now, that was more than enough.

The quiet cafe they met at again was tucked in a corner of Seoul where cameras didn’t follow and where the world moved slower.

Jay arrived early, of course, nervously picking at the foam of his coffee cup, wondering if she’d come.

But when he looked up and saw her push the door open, hoodie tucked over her head and a small smile peeking beneath it—his heart exhaled.

“Hey,” Y/N greeted softly, sliding into the booth across from him.

“Hey,” he smiled back. “You came.”

“You asked,” she shrugged playfully, fingers curling around her mug. “I couldn’t say no to you.”

Jay chuckled under his breath. “Dangerous words, Han Y/N.”

She looked up at the sound of her full name—he liked the way it rolled off his tongue. And the look she gave him? It said I noticed.

They talked easily after that. Nothing too heavy. Just music, movies, a little teasing about his handwriting that she saw in a behind-the-scenes post. Then, in a pause between sips, Jay looked at her seriously.

“I wanted to ask you something,” he said, leaning forward slightly.

Y/N blinked, cautious but curious. “Okay…”

“I want you to meet the members.”

Her eyes widened. “Like… actually meet them?”

He nodded, fingers nervously drumming on the tabletop. “They know about you. Not everything, obviously. Just what I’ve told them, and what they’ve seen through all this. They’re curious. A little too curious, honestly,” he added with a small laugh. “But they’re excited. And they want to meet the girl who made me light up like an idiot the past few weeks.”

Y/N stayed quiet for a moment, heart racing. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I’m still just… a fan.”

Jay shook his head gently. “You’re not just a fan. Not to me. And they know that. You don’t have to prove anything. Just… be you.”

She looked down, tucking her hands into her sleeves.

“What if they don’t like me?”

He reached across the table, fingers brushing hers. “Impossible.”

Y/N let out a breathy laugh. “Okay. One condition.”

Jay tilted his head.

“You’re not allowed to leave my side when it happens.”

Jay grinned, wide and boyish. “Deal.”

Later That Day – HYBE Meeting Room

Y/N sat with one of the familiar staff members—the one who’d been with her from the beginning of this process. The atmosphere was warm, not cold and corporate like she had feared.

“First, we just want to thank you again,” the coordinator said, hands folded gently on the table. “For trusting us, and for being so respectful of everything.”

Y/N nodded quietly. “Thank you… for keeping it private.”

The staff smiled. “And we intend to keep it that way for as long as you want. But we wanted to check with you on something that’s… starting to bubble up online.”

Y/N stiffened slightly.

The coordinator continued gently. “The fan search. It’s only grown louder lately. The H.G. theories. Some fans think you’re someone from the States, some say you’re a trainee from another label, a few are… spiraling.”

Y/N winced.

“No one’s close to the truth,” the staff assured her quickly. “But it’s still a wildfire. We wanted to ask—only if you’re ready—if you’d like us to confirm that you’ve been found. No details, no names, no photos. Just a small statement to let the search rest.”

Y/N looked down at her lap, breathing slowly.

“You wouldn’t have to say anything,” they added gently. “Jay wouldn’t either. We’d handle it.”

She thought about it for a long while.

She thought about the girls on Weverse who cried over Jay’s letters to H.G.

She thought about the ones who wrote poetry in the comments, pretending to be her. Thought about the guilt she carried each time someone begged H.G. to reveal herself.

“…You’d keep it anonymous?” she asked quietly.

“Absolutely,” the staff replied. “Just a simple line in a future update. Something like, ‘the person has been privately identified and wishes to remain out of the spotlight.’ Nothing more.”

Y/N nodded slowly. “…I think that’s okay. It might even help them breathe again.”

The coordinator’s face softened. “You’re really thoughtful, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled shyly. “They love him. I know how it feels. I just don’t want to take anything from them.”

The staff shook their head. “I think… in time, they’ll come to love you, too. In their own way.”

“SOOOOOOO—WHEN’S SHE COMING?”

Jay barely made it through the front door before Sunoo was in his face.

“Let him take his shoes off first,” Jungwon deadpanned from the couch.

“She said yes,” Jay said casually, sliding off his jacket.

The dorm erupted.

Jake whooped like a sports fan. Heeseung tossed a pillow into the air. Ni-ki yelled “YESSSSS!” while doing a victory dance. Sunghoon fist-bumped Jungwon like they’d won a bet.

Jay was a little red but smiling ear to ear. “She’s nervous. Don’t scare her.”

“Us?” Sunoo gasped, scandalized. “We’re the friendliest.”

“She said I’m not allowed to leave her side.”

“Obviously,” Jungwon replied. “Otherwise she’s gonna be interrogated.”

“I will bring snacks,” Jake announced. “It will be a bonding experience.”

Jay just laughed, heart full and hopeful. Things were unfolding slowly, yes—but they were unfolding beautifully.

The hallway was unusually quiet, the soft hum of fluorescent lights filling the silence as Y/N followed the staff down toward the practice rooms. She clutched the tote bag hanging off her shoulder tighter, trying not to let her nerves get the better of her. The building smelled faintly like wood floors, citrus cleaner, and something comforting she couldn’t quite name—something like home.

"They're still out finishing a few filming schedules," the staff said kindly as they stopped in front of the practice room. "But you can wait in here. It’s where they spend most of their time anyway.”

Y/N gave a small, grateful nod. “Thank you.”

The moment she stepped into the familiar room—the sleek mirrors, the open floors, the slightly scuffed walls with stories etched into them—her heart trembled. She had seen this place a hundred times through a screen. Now it was real. Echoing. Alive.

“Would it be okay if I played some music while I wait?” she asked shyly, unsure.

“Of course,” the staff replied with a smile. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll come back once they’re on their way.”

When the door clicked shut behind them, Y/N exhaled.

Alone.

She set her bag down carefully, crossing the room to the speakers she recognized from the boys’ practice videos. Her fingers hesitated over the playlist on her phone, then hovered over the most obvious option.

ENHYPEN: Favorites.

Her lips curled slightly, pressing play.

The intro to “Drunk-Dazed” flooded the room, deep bass thumping into her bones. Her body moved before her brain could stop it. Her limbs remembered the rhythm, the choreography she had once mimicked in her bedroom, in the reflection of her TV, late at night when no one could watch.

At first, it was just her arms, mimicking the opening sequence. Then her feet followed. And by the chorus, she was all in.

Sweat trickled down her neck as she transitioned into “Future Perfect (Pass the Mic),” muttering lyrics under her breath, her movements sharp and fluid. There were mistakes—of course. But her joy made up for all of them.

She didn’t hear the quiet shuffle of sneakers behind the door.

Didn’t hear the keys turning.

Didn’t see the seven heads peeking through the barely opened door, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

Jake was the first to break the silence. His mouth dropped open. “Bro…”

“She’s dancing to our song?” Sunghoon whispered, surprised.

“She knows the choreo?” Ni-ki blinked.

“She’s really good,” Sunoo said, stunned.

Jungwon smiled quietly. “She’s a real fan.”

“She’s…” Jay didn’t finish his sentence. He couldn’t.

He just watched.

She was glowing.

Not in some glamorous, curated way—but in that way people do when they think they’re alone. Unfiltered, alive, and real. She moved like the music lived in her chest, like every beat was a heartbeat she had memorized. She sang along, breathless and laughing at herself when she missed a step.

She was beautiful.

And completely unaware of the door now wide open.

“Someone say something,” Heeseung whispered.

Jake grinned. “No way. I’m enjoying the show.”

But Sunoo had already stepped in.

“Nice moves, Y/N.”

The music cut with a sharp gasp as Y/N whirled around, mortified. Her hand flew to her mouth. Seven boys now stood inside the room, leaning against the walls, grinning like they had just walked in on a movie scene.

“I—OH MY GOD,” she stammered. “I didn’t hear—I didn’t—how long have you—?!”

Jay stepped forward, trying—and failing—not to smile too much. “Long enough.”

Y/N nearly sank into the floor.

“I’m gonna die right here,” she muttered into her hands.

Jake laughed, loud and unapologetic. “Nooo, you were great! We should’ve been filming that.”

“Please don’t,” Y/N groaned, cheeks flaming.

Sunghoon gave her a playful nudge as he walked past to set his bag down. “Don’t worry. You already made a great first impression.”

Ni-ki flashed her a thumbs up. “Cool footwork. Let’s dance together sometime.”

Heeseung dropped beside her on the floor, offering a water bottle. “You really are a fan, huh?”

Y/N nodded bashfully. “Since I-LAND.”

“OG ENGENE,” Sunoo gasped dramatically. “Respect.”

Jungwon, who had been quiet, gave her a warm smile. “Welcome. We’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

Y/N blinked. “Really?”

All eyes turned to Jay, who was still standing by the mirrors, heart clearly stuck in his throat.

He cleared his throat and stepped closer, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “I told them about you,” he said softly. “Everything I could. But I wanted you to meet them yourself. So they could see what I see.”

Her breath hitched.

And in that moment, something in her settled.

They made room for her on the practice floor, sitting in a wide circle, drinks in hand and snacks Jake dug out from his bag.

The conversation flowed like water—half in chaos, half in earnest.

“What’s your bias order?” Jake teased.

“I’m not answering that,” Y/N laughed.

“Say Ni-ki’s last,” Sunghoon deadpanned.

“HEY!”

Sunoo leaned forward. “Be honest—did you ever write a fanfic?”

Y/N choked on her drink. “NO. Well. Not about you.”

Heeseung grinned. “Suspicious.”

Jungwon asked thoughtful questions—what her favorite ENHYPEN song was, what lyric hit her hardest, what inspired her letter.

And when she finally looked up from answering, she caught Jay watching her.

Not like a pop star. Not like a fan.

But like something rare had wandered into his orbit.

Later, when the sun dipped low and the city began to quiet, Jay offered to walk her out.

They lingered in the hallway again, that same one she had walked earlier with nerves tangled in her chest. Now, something else sat there—something gentler.

“Thanks,” she said. “For this. For… them.”

Jay tilted his head. “You’re not scared anymore?”

“I am,” she admitted. “But it doesn’t feel like I have to run away from it.”

He smiled. “Good.”

“Also,” she added with a raised brow. “I can’t believe you caught me dancing.”

He chuckled, eyes sparkling. “I absolutely believe it. You were amazing.”

She narrowed her eyes playfully. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not. In fact,” he leaned a little closer, “you might’ve just secured your spot as the eighth member.”

“Shut up,” she whispered, laughing.

Jay laughed too, stepping back reluctantly. “We’ll see each other again soon?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

As she walked away, Jay stayed in the hallway for a moment longer, watching the door close behind her.

Then, with a full heart and the softest smile, he turned back toward the room—and toward his brothers, who immediately tackled him with teasing and questions.

“Are you in love yet?”

“Are we invited to the wedding?”

“She likes your parts in the songs, right?”

But Jay didn’t mind the chaos.

Not anymore.

Because she was real.

And she was here.

And it was only the beginning.

The news broke softly.

No press releases, no flashy headlines. Just a short, quiet message posted by HYBE on the official ENHYPEN Weverse notice board one ordinary Thursday afternoon:

📢 [NOTICE] Dear ENGENEs, We sincerely thank you for your continued love and support toward ENHYPEN. We would like to gently inform you that, with much care and thought, we have been able to privately connect with the individual known affectionately among fans as “H.G.” With her consent, we wish to share that she is well, safe, and has now had the opportunity to meet with ENHYPEN. As this matter remains personal, we kindly ask for your understanding and respect regarding her privacy. We deeply appreciate the love and warmth shown by ENGENEs throughout this time. Thank you always. — BELIFT LAB / HYBE

No name. No photos. Just confirmation.

But that was all it took.

Within minutes, hashtags exploded across social media: #HGFIND, #WelcomeBackHG, #JayAndHG, #HGConfirmed, #ENGENEsProtectHG

Weverse comments flew in by the thousands.

“SHE’S REAL OH MY GOD” “I’M SO HAPPY SHE’S SAFE 😭😭😭” “Protect H.G. at all costs.” “Who else cried when they read the notice?? Be honest.” “So she really got to meet them… she met Jay… 😭 what a dream come true.”

Fan accounts began speculating instantly. Who was she? Had they already seen her and not realized it? Was she already part of their world without them knowing?

Fan theories popped up like wildfire:

One popular thread claimed she had been seen entering HYBE days earlier, escorted by staff.

Another pointed out that in the latest behind-the-scenes video, there was a small clip of Jay smiling at someone off-camera—"a different kind of smile" they said—and ENGENEs began to dissect the angle, analyzing every second like investigators.

A few even suggested that in a recent group livestream, Sunghoon almost said her name before Sunoo elbowed him under the table.

The comments became even more emotionally charged:

“Jay found the girl who wrote that letter. The girl who gave him words when he needed them most. This is the stuff of fairytales.” “I hope she’s okay. I hope she’s being treated gently. I hope she knows we don’t hate her—we love her.” “I used to wonder if I’d hate the girl who got close to Jay. But now I just want H.G. to be happy. I think she gave us all something magical.”

On TikTok, a wave of soft edits bloomed under the trending sound “Until I Found You” by Stephen Sanchez. Fan-made videos played scenes of Jay speaking about H.G. intercut with clips of him smiling, dancing, reading letters, laughing behind the scenes—each one a tribute to the mysterious girl who captured the heart of their idol.

Some were bittersweet.

Some were romantic.

Most were filled with love.

Even international ENGENEs translated the announcement and shared it in their native languages, uniting fans globally in an unspoken message: We’re proud of her. We support her.

Jay himself didn’t say anything right away.

But fans noticed.

In his next Weverse post, he uploaded a photo of a cup of tea, the sunlight falling across the table, and a small quote beneath it:

“Some hearts are loud even in silence.” ☁️ #JAYLOG

It wasn’t much. But it was enough.

Replies flooded in.

“IS THIS ABOUT HER? 😭” “Y’ALL HE’S SO SOFT WHEN HE THINKS OF HER I SWEAR” “Jay is in his poetic love era rn”

Then came the subtle changes—like ripples in calm water:

During a group VLive, Jake slipped and said,

“Yeah, we met someone really special recently—” before Jungwon cleared his throat loudly and redirected the conversation.

Sunoo posted a selfie with the caption:

“She’s really sweet 💐”

Ni-ki changed his profile song to Polaroid Love.

And in a fansign video, Heeseung was asked if he believed in fate. He laughed, nodded, and said:

“Yeah. Especially lately.”

That’s when it became clear:

She wasn’t just a fan anymore.

She wasn’t just “the girl who wrote the letter.”

She was there. Somewhere in their lives now. And it changed something in them.

It showed.

Jay smiled more in interviews. His answers became softer, slower—like he was really thinking about them. In one behind-the-scenes clip, while waiting for filming to start, he doodled on a napkin, whispering,

“H… G…” before catching the camera’s glance and quickly folding it up.

ENGENEs caught everything.

And surprisingly?

There was no anger. No jealousy. Just awe.

Because maybe for the first time, a fan—one of them—had made it into the story not because of luck or looks or clout.

But because she loved him quietly.

Because her words healed him.

Because he looked for her.

And he found her.

A top Weverse comment summed it up best:

“We always imagined Jay would fall for someone who saw past the fame. Someone who loved Jongseong, not just Jay. And maybe… maybe H.G. did just that.” 💌

It started slowly.

After their private meeting—the one that lingered like a warm memory between two souls finally crossing the same bridge—Jay found himself thinking about Y/N more than ever. Not just in the quiet mornings or as he wound down before bed. It was during lunch breaks, rehearsals, choreography drills. In every pause between breaths, she lingered.

He had always been a man of action. And when Jay felt something this strong, he didn’t sit on it. He moved with it. Toward it.

So when Y/N agreed to continue seeing him—casually, gently—he wasted no time in inviting her into the part of his world that meant the most to him: the practice room.

“Come by,” he said one night on the phone, his voice low, almost shy for the first time. “You don’t have to do anything. Just… be there. Sit in the corner, read, nap, whatever. I just want you close.”

She’d smiled at the time, curled on her sofa with a tea she never finished, her heart racing in her chest.

“Alright,” she said softly. “I’ll come.”

The next day, she arrived at HYBE’s back entrance under the early morning sky. Her face was shielded with a cap pulled low and a mask fitted snugly over her nose and mouth, her identity invisible to the world. One of the staff members escorted her to the now-familiar practice room—one she’d only ever seen through dance cams and behind-the-scenes clips. She had never imagined she’d one day walk inside it, not as an outsider or fan, but as… herself.

Jay was already there when she arrived, sitting on the floor, stretching lazily with earphones in. But the second he caught a glimpse of her in the mirror, he lit up.

“Hey,” he greeted, standing up and walking over, his hand reaching out instinctively to touch her wrist—gently, like he wasn’t sure if she was real again.

She glanced around nervously. “Won’t someone see—?”

“They won’t,” he assured her. “They’re still finishing up interviews upstairs. We’ve got time.”

He led her to the corner where a cushion and a blanket had already been set up for her. There was even a mini tray with a bottle of water and a small container of strawberries—her favorite.

“You did this?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he teased, tossing his hoodie over his shoulder. “Could be anyone.”

They both laughed.

Days passed. Then weeks.

It became their quiet ritual. Y/N would slip into the practice room when schedules allowed, always hidden beneath her cap and mask, always silent unless spoken to. She never intruded. But she was there—and that was all Jay needed.

He found himself stealing glances at her in the mirror as he danced, his eyes drifting to where she sat cross-legged, bobbing her head softly to the beat. Sometimes, when the others were too absorbed in practice, he’d dance closer to her, throwing her playful smirks or mouthing lyrics directly at her like a secret performance only she could understand.

Once, Jake caught it.

After practice, as they collapsed onto the floor in a sweaty heap, Jake nudged Jay with a knowing grin.

“Practice room's got a new energy these days, huh?”

Jay only smirked, sipping from his water bottle. “Maybe. Feels like good luck.”

But even the sharpest-eyed fans didn’t catch on immediately. Not until someone zoomed in on the edge of a practice vlog posted weeks later.

It was barely a second.

The camera panned across the studio’s mirrored wall—and there, almost ghost-like in the reflection, was a figure sitting against the wall beside Jay. Dressed in black, face covered, knees hugged to chest. She wasn’t moving much. Just… present.

The fans went wild.

“WHO IS THAT??” “There’s someone in the practice room and it’s NOT a staff member.” “I swear she’s always sitting in the same place Jay stretches. Look at the last three videos.” “Lowkey think that’s H.G… 😳” “WAIT. The body language?? The way he glances at her??” “She’s dancing too!!! Look at the tiny movement of her shoulders!!!” “I CAN’T BELIEVE H.G. IS REAL AND IN THE PRACTICE ROOM???” “Imagine being the muse to Jay’s every move 😭😭😭”

But for every curious comment, a hundred more defended her:

“She’s clearly trying to stay hidden. Let her be.” “If Jay trusts her in that space, we should too.” “Protect H.G. at all costs. She’s giving our boy strength.” “This is the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen unfold in real life.”

One late evening, after everyone else had gone home, Jay stayed behind with her.

The room was dimly lit, only the LED strips glowing along the ceiling. Music was still playing—low and slow now, something soft and orchestral.

They were lying side by side on the floor, staring at the ceiling, breath steady.

“I feel like I’m dreaming,” he murmured.

Y/N turned her head toward him. “Why?”

He smiled. “Because I never thought someone would ever walk into my life so quietly and feel like home.”

She was quiet for a beat, her voice soft when she answered.

“I used to dream of meeting you,” she admitted. “But in all those dreams, I was just another face in the crowd. Just a fan. Not… this.”

Jay reached out, gently intertwining his fingers with hers. “You were never just a fan to me. Not after that letter. You reminded me who I was… and why I started all this.”

Their fingers curled tighter, silent understanding filling the space between them.

“You know,” he whispered, “I’ve danced in this room thousands of times. But now, when I look up and see you there… it finally feels complete.”

Their love wasn’t loud. It wasn’t public.

But it was present—like the bass of a song you feel in your bones long before you realize it’s playing.

And in that practice room, surrounded by echoes of dreams and footwork, Jay and Y/N found a rhythm of their own—steady, unspoken, real.

It started subtly.

In the beginning, Y/N only came by during evening practices — always in discreet attire: hoodie, mask, cap. She kept to the edges of the room, sitting against the mirrored wall with a water bottle and a notebook. Sometimes, she would quietly bob her head to the beat. Other times, she’d help Jay rewind the practice track or offer tissues to the boys after a sweaty run-through. Her presence was easy to overlook, but the members noticed.

And then they started including her.

It began with Jake tossing her a pack of snacks mid-break. “You sit here like a manager but don’t even eat. That’s a crime.”

Sunoo followed up with a teasing grin. “If you’re gonna suffer with us through the sweat and pain, at least enjoy the benefits. We have ramen breaks, you know.”

Jay had just smiled at the growing interactions, heart swelling with pride at how easily Y/N was slipping into his world.

One day, Heeseung sat down beside her during cooldown. “So, what do you think?” he asked, stretching his arms. “Do we still have it? Or are we washed up?”

Y/N laughed, surprised at his casual tone. “Washed up? Hardly. That last choreo nearly knocked the breath out of me and I wasn’t even dancing.” “High praise,” he smirked, nudging her. “Jay’s been different lately, you know. Lighter. I think we have you to thank.”

Y/N looked away shyly, but the flutter in her chest didn’t go unnoticed. Ni-ki, the youngest, started openly chatting with her about anime and games. “Y/N-noona knows One Piece, did you guys know that?” he proudly told the others one day, “She’s cooler than I thought.”

The more they opened up, the more Y/N did too — laughing with Jungwon when he accidentally spilled water on himself, helping Sunghoon check his alignment in the mirror when no one else noticed, offering gentle, thoughtful feedback whenever anyone asked her opinion.

She wasn’t trying to stand out. She was just being herself. And that was enough.

Behind-the-scenes clips start giving her away.

Fans, always watching, started catching on.

In a practice vlog, a figure could be seen passing water bottles to the boys. A voice — soft, barely audible — could be heard saying, “Don’t forget to stretch your arms, Jungwon, you were locking them again.”

Comments exploded:

“WHO JUST SAID THAT? WHO KNOWS THEIR CHOREO THAT WELL??” “I know it’s H.G. Don’t play with me.” “The water bottle lady strikes again 😭” “She told Jungwon about his arms and he listened. Girlie is part of the team now I swear.”

In another Behind the MV video, a reflection in the glass window showed someone passing a mic to Jay — her outline familiar by now to the more eagle-eyed ENGENEs. What really caught attention, though, was the way Jay turned and smiled at her — soft, instinctive, full of fondness.

“The way Jay smiled without even seeing her face. 😭 That’s love.” “He didn’t smile at the staff like that. Only at her. I’m dying.” “If H.G. was a member at this point I wouldn’t be surprised.”

A TikTok clip uploaded by Ni-ki showed the group rehearsing choreography in the mirror. In the corner, a girl — cap low, hoodie up — was dancing along, mirroring their moves almost perfectly. Ni-ki’s caption read:

“A+ trainee? Or secret 8th member? 🤔👀”

The internet lost it.

“Ni-ki just exposed her???” “Even Y/N can’t resist doing the choreo. She’s one of us 😭” “Secret 8th member confirmed. Just give her a mic already.” “I’m convinced she’s been a fan longer than most of us and now she’s dancing with them. That’s what dreams are made of.”

Some evenings, Y/N would be invited back to the dorm after long schedules. Not often — just when it felt right. The staff trusted her. The boys welcomed her. It became a safe space.

One night, while everyone gathered in the living room to watch a movie, Jay had his head resting lazily on the back of the couch, eyes fluttering closed. Y/N had passed him a blanket without a word, to which he muttered a sleepy “Thank you,” followed by a smile that said far more than his words.

Sunghoon had chuckled, glancing at the quiet moment. “He’s so spoiled now.”

“Isn’t that what love does?” Heeseung teased.

Y/N turned red, but Jay only smirked, eyes still closed. “You guys are just jealous.”

As more interactions surfaced — through unfiltered behind-the-scenes clips, staff vlogs, and subtle comments by the members — the fandom slowly shifted from curiosity to warmth. Y/N wasn’t seen as an intruder anymore. She was a presence that enhanced the boys’ lives, and by extension, the fans’ experience.

“I like how she stays quiet but she’s there. She feels like a grounding presence.” “I love how comfortable the boys are around her. She’s not trying to be anything. Just… Y/N.” “Jay deserves someone who keeps him smiling like that. And I think we all agree now — it’s her.” “She’s not taking the spotlight. She’s just… with them. And that’s beautiful.”

It wasn’t just Jay anymore. It was Heeseung joking with her. Ni-ki filming her mid-dance and cackling when she noticed. Jungwon asking her to test out a handshake with him. Jake and Sunoo teasing Jay together in front of her, saying, “Now he’s gotta act cool all the time. Poor guy.”

Late one night, a Weverse post from Jay appeared.

“It’s been a long road, but I’m happy to be surrounded by people who make every day lighter. You guys too. Thank you for accepting everything with warmth. I won’t forget it. 🖤”

It didn’t mention her. It didn’t need to.

The comments rolled in:

“He means her. I know he means her.” “It’s the way he respects us while protecting her. Jay, we love you.” “This whole story… I feel like we’re witnessing something real. It’s like a fanfic come to life.” “We’re just watching love grow in real time and I’m here for it 😭✨”

And so, as the days passed, Y/N’s presence quietly wove itself into the rhythm of ENHYPEN’s world — not as a guest, not as an outsider, but as something steady. Real. Honest.

Even after everything — the letters, the private meeting, the slowly blossoming bond with the members — Y/N never stopped being a fan first. It was something Jay loved about her. That no matter how close she became, no matter how often she found herself in their practice room or dorms, her admiration never dulled. If anything, it glowed brighter when she watched them from a distance.

So when ENHYPEN began promoting their latest comeback and the whirlwind of music show stages, award appearances, and fan events picked up again, Y/N quietly took a different role. One she cherished more than she expected — that of a supporter, down below the stage, behind the cameras, amid the fans.

She was always careful — hidden in plain sight. A hoodie. A cap. No cameras. No lightsticks raised. Just her, in the middle rows, sometimes with a staff member nearby pretending to be her manager or simply a friend. Her eyes never left the stage once ENHYPEN walked out.

And every single time, her heart raced.

Fans started catching on.

It began with whispers on Twitter:

“I was at the recording today and swear someone in row 5 looked just like H.G.” “Girl was lowkey wearing Jay’s hoodie design. Couldn’t see her face tho.” “Why does it feel like H.G. still goes to their stages?? That’s kind of romantic.” “She watches like us. That’s wild. Imagine being that close and still choosing to cheer from the crowd.”

Then came the fan cams — not of ENHYPEN, but of the audience.

In one clip, a camera caught Jay giving a very brief glance toward a specific row, and nodding with the faintest smirk before the chorus hit. The camera panned to the audience for a second and captured a figure in a muted beige hoodie, clapping quietly.

That was enough.

“IS THAT HER IN THE BACKGROUND?” “Y’all see how he looked right before that?” “He smiled in that direction. Don’t play.” “She’s literally supporting like any other ENGENE. I’m crying.” “They could’ve easily hidden her away backstage. But she chose to be among us.”

At award shows, it became more obvious.

Y/N didn’t sit in front. She chose the far left section, always near the soundboard, where most press or guests stayed. Fans started joking that they had to “scan every low-lit corner” of every awards stage.

Then, at a major year-end award show, the camera panned the crowd during ENHYPEN’s performance. Just for a moment.

One frame.

A girl with her face tilted upward, eyes glassy, mouthing the lyrics to Polaroid Love. No lightstick. No phone. Just her and the moment.

Jay had looked down during that same verse and sang right into the crowd.

“That girl in the beige with no phone... I’m telling you, that’s her.” “She sang along like the song was just for her.” “Jay NEVER sings into the crowd unless he sees someone. That was a moment.” “I think I love H.G. now. Like genuinely. The devotion???” “Imagine having the world watching you and still choosing to sit in the dark just to support him quietly.”

Jay walked into the dressing room, a towel over his neck, sweat beading down his temples. He was still catching his breath.

“She was there, wasn’t she?” Jungwon asked, smirking.

Jay only gave a subtle nod, his lips parting in a quiet smile.

“Every time you see her down there, you perform different,” Sunghoon added, sitting down beside him.

“I don’t mean to,” Jay admitted. “It’s just… she sees me like no one else does. It’s not about perfection with her. She sees everything — the nerves, the slips, the strain. And still cheers. Still stays.”

Sunoo tossed him a water bottle. “She’s your biggest fan, hyung. And honestly, I think she always will be.”

Later that night, Jay posted on Weverse:

“When I look down, sometimes I see someone who reminds me of where it all started. It keeps me grounded. Thank you, whoever you are. You know who you are.”

The comments lit up:

“HE’S TALKING ABOUT H.G. I KNOW IT.” “She’s really there… watching from below.” “Honestly, it’s kind of poetic.” “We love you, H.G. Keep watching him the way you always have.”

Y/N stayed in the crowd for as long as she could. Not for secrecy. Not for fear.

But because, in her heart, even if the world knew her name now… She would always be the girl who loved him from the crowd first.

And that’s something she never wanted to let go.

The nights had grown longer lately.

Not because of practice. Not because of schedules. But because Jay couldn’t stop thinking about her — not just as the girl from the crowd, not just as H.G., but as Y/N.

The girl who once handed him a letter at Coachella, then disappeared like a dream.

The girl who sat cross-legged beside him in the practice room now, humming softly when she thought no one was listening. Who wore a cap and mask to keep herself hidden from fans, but whose smile made him feel more seen than any spotlight ever could.

The girl who had been his fan — but who, without realizing it, had become his person.

He had tried to wait. Tried to be respectful of the pace she needed, the reality she had been thrown into. But love, he was learning, wasn’t something you could just file away until the timing felt perfect.

Because every time she was near — helping Sunghoon stretch before rehearsal, laughing with Ni-ki over a choreography blooper, catching his eye and flashing him that quiet smile — his heart whispered louder:

“Tell her.”

It was a quiet evening. The members had just wrapped up a pre-recording, and Jay invited Y/N to the rooftop garden of the HYBE building — one of the only places where they could be alone, yet surrounded by city lights that made the moment feel cinematic.

Y/N followed, hands in her jacket pockets, her cap pulled low.

“I didn’t know there was a rooftop garden here,” she whispered as she stepped out, the wind brushing against her sleeves.

Jay smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I come here when I need to breathe. Thought I’d show you.”

They walked together in silence at first, Y/N peeking over the rail to admire the Seoul skyline.

Jay, meanwhile, studied her in the soft orange glow of the rooftop lights — her profile, her stillness, the quiet steadiness she carried even in a whirlwind world.

Finally, he exhaled. “Y/N…” She turned toward him, curious. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” he said, voice softer than usual. “And not just because of what you did at Coachella. Or the letter. Or the fanmeet.”

Her eyes flickered with something unreadable.

“It’s more than that,” he continued. “You didn’t just leave a mark on me as H.G. You became someone I want to see in all parts of my life — not just beside the stage, not just in the mirror’s reflection. But… right here. Always.” Y/N blinked, heart thudding in her chest.

“I know this world is scary,” Jay said. “Especially now that more people are watching. And I would never, never, pressure you into something you’re not ready for. But I want you to know—”

He stepped a little closer.

“—I like you, Y/N. Not because you were my fan. But because you’re you. Kind, steady, funny in your quiet ways. You see people. You see me. Not the idol. Just… Jongseong.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat.

“I wanted to tell you now because…” Jay smiled shyly. “Because I think part of me fell for you the day I read your letter. And the rest of me? I fell the moment you stood in the middle of our practice room, dancing like no one was watching.”

She laughed at that, a soft, almost teary sound. Jay continued, “So… if you feel the same — even just a little — I want to take this one step at a time with you. Together.”

Y/N was silent for a moment. The wind brushed strands of her hair from her face. Then, with slightly trembling hands, she reached up and pulled off her cap, letting herself be seen, just for him.

“I didn’t think I’d fall for someone I was supposed to admire from afar,” she whispered. “But I did. Somewhere between the music and your smile… I did.”

Jay’s chest rose and fell, relief and happiness blooming in every inch of him. “I’m scared,” she admitted. “But I’m also really glad it’s you.”

Without thinking, Jay gently took her hand. Warm. Real. And very much here.

“You don’t have to be scared alone,” he murmured. “You never have to be alone again.”

They stood there on the rooftop for a while, fingers loosely interlaced, saying nothing. The silence between them wasn’t heavy — it was peaceful. Safe.

For the first time, Y/N allowed herself to lean on someone. For the first time, Jay felt what it meant to be seen beyond the flashing lights and endless applause.

And under the stars, where only the wind could hear them, their story — once a quiet secret passed through a letter — began its next chapter with the softest, sweetest truth:

They had found each other.

[antion-bewitching-bitch]

Chapter 1 : The Fool

Descendants x Male OC [Can be read as self-Insert] Masterlist | Previous | Next

An: I FINALY FINISHEDDD IT WHOOOOO!!! I've done my best to proofread and like edit stuff out before uploading this but if you do see some. Either comment about it so I can edit it, or squint and ignore it. Now before any further ado, Enjoy CHAPTER 1!!!!!!!!! To any new comers. Hi! you can read this as a self-insert. With Eli being your like insert character thing, I just decided to make a male oc rather than a male y/n or reader because it just gives more character and personality than a basic empty shell that y/n or reader sometimes need to be TW: None. Word Count: 3.6k

The ride to Auradon was a long one, there were a lot of hurdles surrounding the isle that made sure it was separated and kept under ‘control’. Not only was there a viscous storm that would shroud the isle, with bumpy torn like rocks that were sharp making the ships not be able to cross pass it even after they pass the storm. Finally there was the border surrounding everything, even if one was able to pass through the storm and rocks. This would end the journey out the Isle, nothing can get past it; some even rumored that the fairy godmother used up all her power for the barrier.

“What are these?” Jay and Carlos were about the sugary delights at the limo. “Their candy, and that dark brownish thing is chocolate.” Eli told them, Carlos looked at him and asked “How do you know?”

“My mother. These ‘Candies’ were part of the things she told me she missed. She would go on and on about how there is nothing ‘sweet’ to eat in the Isle.” Eli took a piece of candy. It was a chocolate covered biscuit, he bit into it and he couldn’t help but smile and love this so called ‘sweet’ flavor his mother would always complain to him about.

“I’m gonna be an addict to these” Eli admitted while the other guys started devouring the other delights. “Are you guys not having some?” Eli asked Mal and Evie.

“I’m not in the mood” Mal answered, Evie being curious grabbed one. This was covered in a golden wrapper and had a nutty chocolate cover over a hollowed treat, after a bite she was surprised. This was nothing compared to the food they would eat in the Isle.

They were stuck on the road, the driver told them the journey to Auradon was going to take 4 hours for them to get there. The VKs tried their best to keep themselves entertained. Having been tasked by their parents to set them free, they wanted to talk about it but couldn’t because the driver was present. So they spent most of their time either sleeping, chatting, or eating the snacks.

゜・。. ♡ ♧ ◇ ♤ .・゜゜・

Eli and Evie then noticed that outside the window, they weren’t on sea anymore, they’re on the land of Auradon itself. It was miles different than from the isle, they could already see the city and castle of Auradon. However the thing which caught their eye the most was the lush green land, clear bright blue skies, and the gorgeous scenery of flower fields and more.

“How pretty…” Evie whispered while she and Eli were basically squishing their faces at the limo’s windows. They were so enamored by the scenery that Mal couldn’t help but wonder what was so great about it. “I think those flowers are..Sun Flowers?.. If I remember my lessons correctly.” Eli shared with Evie.

“Oh how beautiful, I wish things like that would grow in the isle!” Evie pouted

“I vaguely remember my nanny telling me that their flower head would point at wherever the sun was, and when they can’t find it. Some would stare at each other!” Eli was yapping on about his knowledge about Sunflowers

“It seems we are leaving the fields of these stars soon..” Evie was saddened because she saw in her line of sight that they would soon pass these fields.

“What's so great about them? They're just flowers, nothing big.” Mal asked the two, Eli and Evie looked back at her and then each other. 

“I pity her.”  “So do I.”,  Eli and Evie told each other

“Their just fields of flowers? At the Isle there's fields of flowers in the forest, yet you guys don’t seem so enamored by them like you do here.” Mal questioned them again

“Well Mal the difference between the flowers in the Isle and the ones here is simple, they’re not ugly nor do they smell horrific like in the Isle.” Evie answered her

Mal simply rolled her eyes because she simply doesn’t understand where Evie or Eli is coming from. ‘What's the use of beautiful flowers anyway? The one in the Isle can be used for potions!’ was all Mal thought.

゜・。. ♡ ♧ ◇ ♤ .・゜゜・

It took a while for them to reach the school. However they immediately noticed when they were close, for they could hear the loud and synchronous chanting of a marching band.

Auradon! Auradon High! Aurado-

They kept chanting the school’s name and it was becoming louder and louder the closer they got. A bit too loud in Eli’s opinion, the limo stopped and was now presenting the VKs in front of the School’s grounds. The driver went out and opened the door for them.

Carlos was leaning at the car’s door staring out the window, suddenly when it came open he hit the floor face first. Jay who was next to him pushed him aside so he could go out, Carlos who already got hurt was now squirming on the ground. 

“YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST HELP ME GET UP!” He screamed at Jay

“You’re right! I could have!.” Jay answered and continued to laugh as he watched Carlos get up.

Mal and Evie went out one after another and then the three people went in front of them while the marching band finished their chanting.

“Welcome you four, to Auradon Prep!” A high pitched voice came from the crowd, everyone parted to show where it came from. It was a lady in pastel blue.

Eli, who was in the very back of the limo; was the last one to get out. He looked out to see everyone staring at them, not surprising for they were the awaited guests for the day. He just felt like some were staring with malice.

“Oh, there's one more!” She exclaimed seeing Eli emerge from the limo, “Well nonetheless you are all welcome to this magnificent school!”

“Thank you for the wonderful greeting!” Evie smiled back.

“Pleased to finally meet all of you!” A boy spoke out walking towards them to greet them once again. This time, the boy had a girl who was wrapping herself around him. Both look the same age as them.

Jay was already eyeing the girl up and down, he is into brunettes like her. Eli bumped and glared at him, signaling to keep an eye on his mannerisms. 

“Before we start the tour, it is only right that I introduce myself! My dearies, I am Fairy God Mother, FGM for short!” She said, she did a little bow and Mal immediately jittered and asked “Like the bippity boppity boo?”

“You’re right! Bippity boppity boo! However, let's not dwell in the past or else we will miss the future.” FGM answered in a high pitched voice with hand gestures. She then gestured toward the two others.

The young man bowed his head “Good day, I am Ben-” “-Prince Ben, his the son of the king beast and queen belle.” The girl next to him interjected.

“Aubrey, daughter of sleeping beauty.” She then introduced herself.

“Mal.” Mal answered back, “Daughter of Maleficent.”.

As Ben was about to shake her hand, Aubrey stopped him.

“Hmm, seems so. You seem a lot like your mother.” Aubrey states back in a mocking way while tilting her head. Ben on the other hand shook her off and was showing signs of irritation on how she was acting.

“Evie! Princess Evie, Daughter of the Queen.” Evie introduced herself with a little spin. She seems like she’s trying to make a good impression after finding out Ben was a prince.

“Oh, yes wel-” Ben was going to shake her hand but was again interjected by Aubrey in a condescending way “The Evil queen doesn't have power over here, sweety. You’re. Not. A. Princess.”

Eli and Mal were getting tired of Aubrey and her bullshit. They didn’t hide it, they just continued glaring at her. 

FGM feeling the conflict in the air, tried to mediate. “Now, now. Why don’t we tour the place! You’ll be staying here for a long time, so it's best you get to know the location right!” She was planning to leave it to Ben and Aubrey but seeing the conflict in the air already being so thick, she decided to just do it herself.

“Ben and Aubrey will be going now, for they are very busy so it's best to say regards now. you can introduce yourself later!” FGM stated making a opening for Aubrey and Ben to get away.

“That's right! We have lots to do being royalty.” Aubrey went back and slithered her arms around his again

“Wait n-” Ben was trying to continue greeting everyone but was getting dragged away by Aubrey. However, Eli reached out and grabbed him.

“Why go! Duties can wait. It is his idea to send us here, correct?” He asked loudly, he didn’t let him go which frustrated Aubrey who was already planning to leave all of this behind.

“Right?” Eli continued, everyone else was silent. But Ben shook Aubrey off and continued. “Yes, it was indeed my idea.” he answered with a forced slime.

“As you suggested I can tour you myself! Along the way I hope to make very close acquaintances with you.” and with that sets the VKs being toured all over the campus.

゜・。. ♡ ♧ ◇ ♤ .・゜゜・

The tour started with the Field alongside the Gym. As Ben toured with FGM he noticed the school team practicing and pointed out “In the campus, there are numerous activities us students can enjoy. One of those being sports! Fun fact about me is, I am the captain of the Tourney team, alongside fencing, and swimming!”

“Tourney? What's that?” Evie and Eli being the only ones actually listening, Mal didn’t even bother hiding her displeasure with the tour. Meanwhile Jay and Carlos were frolicing around the field. 

“You don’t know what that is? Tourney? Really?” Ben asked them

“Have you forgotten we were from the Isle?” Eli answered him sarcastically.

“Tourney is Auradon’s national sport!” Ben continued, while he tried to move on from that. “It's very competitive and physically demanding. Being the captain, I had to go through vigorous training to be able to maintain the status of being one.”

“Which means buff guys” Eli whispered to Evie while insinuating something to her while bouncing his eyebrows. Which made her giggle.

FGM being with them after Aubrey left, noticed Jay and thought about him possibly joining a sport team with his built stature. Soo she went to Ben and told him while pointing, “Take a look at him, I think your team can make use of him in the future.”.

As the tour continued, Ben still stole glances at Mal but also some at Eli. Whenever he was caught or made eye contact with either he would just smile and continue with his tour.

As Ben opened the large doors to the library, Eli noticed the whispers and gazes that were just out of sight. He knew that those were the other students gawking at them, they all expected this but he felt like something else was festering that wasn’t just their judgemental eyes and mouths.

“Oh my look! There must be thousands of books here!” Evie said in awe, being from the Isle there was only a limited amount of time a kid could read and reread about murder, potion brewing, wicked stories and the likes.

“There are exactly 15,678 books! Well it's just an estimation, every year we hope to make it larger and larger.” Ben stated which made Mal scuff.

“Why would there be a need to get more books?” She asked while she was leaning against a nearby bookshelf.

“Of Course you would think that way! You don’t know how to read!” Carlos jokes. Which ended with Mal hitting him in the chin.

“Books are important, Mal! They’re knowledge written down, passed on and rewritten again. Lots of secrets, recipes, spells, stories and more can be found.” Evie answered Mal’s previous question.

As the others continued to walk around with Mal being dragged by Evie to check the books. Ben and Eli were left alone to themselves so Ben tried to take the initiative and start a conversation with him. 

“So um.. Do you like to read Eli?” Ben asked him. 

He didn't answer, nor did he even face him. Eli was just standing there and not acknowledging him. So Ben just stared at him hoping for something or anything other than just this awkward silence. 

Meanwhile Eli looked out of the large windows in the library and saw how low the sun was setting in the distant horizon, he was still amazed at how different the skies were in Auradon compared to the Isle. Ben then heard him yawn.

“When will the tour be over?” Eli asked him.

“A- What was that?” Ben asked again, surprised by his sudden question. 

Eli faced him and sighed, “When will this tour be over?”. Ben didn't answer after a few seconds of silence. 

“Are you not enjoying the tour?” “It doesn't matter if I enjoyed it or not, I'm getting too tired to continue.” Eli answered him. 

“Fitting! We'll be heading to the Dorms next!” He smiled. Ben stayed smiling and wanting to present himself in a good manner the entire time, even when Eli wasn't responding back. 

゜・。. ♡ ♧ ◇ ♤ .・゜゜・

Touring the Dormitories the VKs were split; Mal and Evie being separated from Eli, Jay, and Carlos. For the tour being separated for girls and boys, FGM touring Mal and Evie with Ben touring Eli, Jay, and Carlos. 

“Now there are two Dorms, one for the Royals and One for the common..no others.. Wait. Just another one not-for-royals. The ones not-for-royals is where you all will be staying!” Ben walked them through the boy’s wing.

“Why would they divide the girls and boys?” Eli was still annoyed at the fact he had to stay with other boys.

“What's wrong with being stuck with the boys Eli? Don’t you like them~” Jay mocked him playfully, which ended with Eli kicking him in the leg.

“It's to avoid most incidents, and that's all they have for defense! I also think it's stupid, maybe one day i’ll remove it-” Ben answered and mumbled the last part as he walked with them.

“Do you not like being with the boys? If you're afraid of prejudice because of- um- your- ugh. Attraction! I can assure you I will not tolerate that from happening.” He continued trying not to seem offensive or anything that could make Eli uncomfortable, however he did take a mental note that Eli likes boys.

“It's fine.” Eli answered sharply.

“Oh right! Here in Auradon’s Dormitories, we have flatmates! Each person will have a fellow student who you will share a dorm with!” Ben continues the tour, “Here. This will be Jay’s and Carlos’ Room!”

Ben showed a door towards a room at the very end of the hallway. Eli continued to notice the glances and stares that came from the other students trying to be secretive, he noticed eyes hiding themselves from their room’s doors.

“Woah! Look at that!” Carlos screamed while getting in, he pointed at the TV while Jay immediately ran to the beds and collapsed on them. 

“Ughhhhhh.... Yeah this is a good bed.” Jay groaned into the bed. He spread his limbs and spread like a starfish. “They're better than the ones from the Isle!”

Eli stared into the room and can see it was truly meant for boys with how bland the room looked. He saw that there were only 2 boys and figured he might get his own room with another roommate and asked Ben

“Where's my room? Also who will my flatmate, or whatever you call a roommate be?” 

Ben then looked around the room more carefully and hesitantly answered “I don’t know?… I thought they would have placed you with them…”

“Wait so I don’t have a room?” Eli asks befuddled and surprised.

“We can both go to the Dormatory’s Administration! I promise I can be with you and help you with this issue.” Ben answered him, trying a reassuring smile in the end.

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Eli groaned loudly and leaned against the wall, he was getting more and more tired of Auradon the longer at this point.

゜・。. ♡ ♧ ◇ ♤ .・゜゜・

“Let me get this straight, you invited me to Auradon. But didn’t really account for me coming?!” Eli asked them a rhetorical question.

“I’m afraid we don’t have the room… left for you…” they continued.

“So what. You forced me to leave; and then make me go back to the Isle again?” Eli was clearly getting more pissed since he was starting to become more sarcastic.

The admin nodded slowly. In a cowardly way.

“YOU BITCH.” Eli screamed.

Ben tried to calm him down and covered his hand and asked the admin. “Is there really no other room that we can provide for him?”

“I’m sorry but, the room given out for the other VKs were already the last ones. being added last minute into the curriculum and all…”

“IS THAT MY FAULT?! GET ME A ROOM, I DON’T CARE. JUST DO YOUR FUCKING JOB.” Eli basically shouted at the admin, Ben continued to hold Eli’s hand while holding his head in disappointment. He didn’t want to stop his anger because it was justified, however he also assumed most of the anger was also with how tired Eli is..

The tour reached till the end of the day so it wasn’t that all surprising that Eli was upset. Being presented with the news he didn’t have a room to rest at didn’t make it all that better.

“Can he not be with the other VKs? We can just add another bed there right?”

“He cannot. The Dorms have the strict rule of only having two each dorm.”

“Can we not spare him? His a guest I personally invited. Can he not be given one?” Ben asked again but more irritated. Even he was getting annoyed with these rules.

“Apologies but we trully can’t-”

“SO WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THEN?” Eli slammed the table. Pushing Ben’s hand off him and sitting up from his seat.

The two remained silent, trying to think of a way.

Eli sat back down devastated while hunching his back and covering his eyes from tearing up from his frustration and sleep deprivation then asked softly “Can you call the car back now the-”

“No. No need for that Eli.” Ben cut him off, as he soothed his back trying to reassure him.

“Let him be with me then! I already have a room, I don’t have a flatmate, and I can just add some furniture and all that to accommodate him.” Ben stated.

“What?” Eli asked. reeling back from his frustration, sleep deprivation, and disappointment.

“It's allowed, right? I’ve thought about the rules and I don't recall any that says I can’t?” Ben asked the admin. 

“I don’t think it is?...wait let me recheck…”

The admin then flipped through all the handbooks about the rules and Eli asked Ben. 

“Are you sure about this?”

“Why wouldn't I be? I just hope you don’t mind sharing a room with me.” He smiled at him.

“Don’t be an idiot rethin-”

“It's allowed.” the admin cut him off. Both them were shocked.

“Technically speaking the Dorms For Royalty do allow for even non-official royals which includes Eli. Still being related to The White Queen, he is a non-recognized royal. Allowing him into the Dorms For Royalty” The admin stated

“And with Prince Ben himself accepting and stating he wants him as a flatmate, there is no rule or restriction stopping him from doing so! Being both the same sex and both agreeing, there is nothing saying it's invalid.” The admin continued.

“So I’m correct. It is allowed.” Ben said while turning to Eli, he smiled brightly being happy that we found a way to keep Eli from not going back to the Isle.

Now explained as to how Eli became stuck with Ben in the Dormitories for Royals the rest of the academic year.

Reaching Ben’s Room, Eli no longer cared for even removing his leathered straps and just jumped into bed. There was only 1 big one in the middle of the room that was themed with blue and gold, however he didn’t care and just went to bed.

“-I hoped you wouldn’t be too bothered... At least you got your well deserved rest…” Ben mumbled walking near his bed. He will not lie, Mal earlier from the first glance was an apple to the eyes but Eli. he felt something different with him..

“Where will I sleep then?” Ben whispered to himself as he watched Eli fall into a deep slumber. It was already past midnight so he didn’t wish to disturbed him that much but he too was also tired.

So Ben slowly pushed Eli to the side, careful not to disturb him. Then layed next to him in the bed. “This… might be dangerous in the future… I need to get him his own bed first thing in the morning.” he continuously whispered to himself.

Alongside Eli, Ben didn’t bother changing into his clothes. He could change his clothes but didn’t bother because of his tiredness from dealing with Eli’s room situation. So they now both fell asleep next to each other.

However, the other VKs. They weren’t planning to go straight to bed, Mal wanted the wand; and she wanted it now.

An: Was it good enough for the wait? Also look! new boarders and header! I hope yall like this, even if it basically took 3 weeks to finish/do. After this I'll take a short break and come back to make chapter 2. Also if you have read any like inconsistent writing styles or anything like that, please note that I've written this in a span of 3 weeks with long brakes each time. So sometimes I can write differently from break to break. P.S. I think i fucked up with my title choices but I promise I'll make up to it in chapter 2. Edit: I've edited the title and deleted the old header + added a new one, for it to fit the overall plan/lore I've got for this first novel? idk i plan to make this into 3 part series following the original trilogy of descendants

[isetfiretomyself]

How scared I'd be if My Oc's showed up at my house (⁠‘⁠◉⁠⌓⁠◉⁠’⁠) 200 Followers Special!!!!

OMGOMGOMG A bit of a silly one for 200 followers. I'm so happy! Thank you all so so much! -Jay♡

👑 Yandere King, My first born Neil.

Now he's royalty! Why would he hurt his dearest papa who wrote such privilege? Because I killed his reader off...(⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞThat's why even though you're technically still here I'd say my fear level would be 9/10.

🎮 Yandere V Tuber, Lil Sasha.

The short and sweet answer ,5/10. I think as long as she doesn't rock up the same time as a Yandere who's dating you I'm fine. If she realises I could of put you two together I'm cooked. My dear is a little unhinged.

🦷 Yandere Boxer, Big up Elijah.

Now he is a scary boxer boy BUT he's very chill outside the ring so I'm not scared. 1/10, I'll play catch with him or whatever dad's do.

✨ Yandere Hero, Perfect boy Noah.

Mr hero... canonically I've isolated him since he was a child,I should be scared. Should but I have all 200 of you to keep hostage! I write not just his fate and I believe he'd be the most scared by that, So 2/10!

🫀 Yandere Butcher, Big boy Isaiah.

Now I niced this man! He should treat me with some respect (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠) but at the same time I suppose I did make him fall in love, start a family just to the have his supposed soulmate break his heart.....Then when he's finally at peace I made the women that hurt him so deeply move back into his safe place.Okay so maybe 'nice' was a overestimate, My fear level would be 8/10!

💌 Yandere Shapeshifter....

10/10. They don't even have a name. I'm dead.

💥 Yandere Villain, Sweet little Lizzie.

4/10. I think we'd have a little chat. I think it would end like those heartfelt ones! I'd make her some tea! ( Can you tell where I'm from...?)

☀️ Yandere Volleyball Player, Silly Ash.

Genuinely not being funny 🙌

I think I'd be safe if I showed him my sensory toys. I mean...I did write him to be the Yandere who physically suffers the most. But my boys dedicated , he understands. He's a opposite hitter btw for all my volleyball fans out there. 2/10

🧠 Yandere Therapist, Sneaky lil James.

10/10. I still haven't let him kidnap you yet and he's gonna be angry at me 😭

🦠 Yandere Test Subject, Malachi.

Again 10/10 I'm dead. I deprived him of like everything till I wrote in you when he's a full on adult.

💰 Rich Yandere, Monday Man Tobias.

1/10. I think he rocks up to the family function comments on how tall his is compared to his dad then leaves.

📸 Yandere Model, Pretty old Felix.

He wouldn't hurt me BUT BRO we're gossiping ! He'll yap about you, his model rivals and all that jazz. I probably add my two cents it'll be great! 1/10.

💖 Ex Yandere, Totally normal Henry.

7/10. I'd ask if he's okay but I'd be worried he's gonna snap. He's my mentally ill lil son.

🚦 Yandere Underground Racer, August.

My fear level would be like 7/10 but for you this time. They keep asking how to take care of a captive and I would be concerned 🙀

🥀 Yandere Ex Wife, The infamous Alice.

7/10, only because I'm not the biggest fan of physical touch and I feel like she'd hug me.

🩸 Yandere Vampire, Max.

10/10, I'm scared of Vampires.

[filmofhybe]

A Magical Christmas with enhypen

🗯️ pairing : ot7 x oc 🎀 GENRE : fluff , 8th member of enha. 1093 wc (approximately)

; AUTHORS NOTES : welcome to day 6? of “24 days of Christmas with filmofhybe!!” Hope you guys enjoy this one!! And happy birthday to Niki & sunghoon!!🤭 (even tho it was yesterday)

MASTERLIST to my other works

정원 jungwon

He knows you have major, and I mean MAJOR SEASON DEPRESSION. All the members could just tell it has hit you when you start spacing out during the comeback recordings, not even trying in practices, rarely posting on weverse and giving fans less attention during offline fan sign. (you weren’t trying to be rude, again is just SEASON DEPRESSION and is draining you.) Is like you want to do good during winter comebacks but can’t because you HATED winter and as I said - season mf depression.

Jungwon being jungwon - whose a really good leader. Decided to take you out during Christmas just try to help you feel a bit better. Takes you to eat Korean BBQ in your cozy pajamas, buys you hot chocolate while you guys enjoy the beautiful Christmas lights all around seoul. He helps you take photos despite you being in your pajamas. Saying it would be nice to update your fans once a while to know you’re not “dead”. You captioned “thank you to our lovely jungwon for the pictures!!”, fans thanking him for taking you out during Christmas to feel the festive season and grateful that he cares about you, as well as understanding your seasonal depression.

“thank you for making my Christmas a bit better wonnie.”

“is okay! I’m glad your happy, not letting that silly season depression get to you!”

“Is still here but you made it better.”

“I’m flattered. This could be our little tradition.”

“Maybe if I’m in the mood to come out again next year!”

박종성 Park Jeongseong

Remember how he said he took Niki back to his place during their break. Yeah that would 101% be him. He knows how it feels to not being able to celebrate such a special occasion with your family, so he doesn’t hesitate to ask his parents to let you stay over. They all loved you anyways. His house was filled with really Christmas vibe decorations and a large Christmas tree in the middle of the living room and you’re groups signed album on the shelves which reminds you of your home :(

He cooks with dad during Christmas Day and it’s so good. You kept going back to his steak because who wouldn’t. They will include you in their Christmas karaoke later on as well as make you and jay perform your songs, which they will film it and send it back to your parents.

Not to mention, they brought you gifts and when you open each one of them, it made you really emotional because it felt like you were part of their family. Your parents were so grateful that they are taking good care of you, even miles away where you can’t celebrate Christmas together.

“Thank you so much for these gifts, I’m so thankful for all of you…”

“There’s no need y/n you would always be a family member to me!”

“Jay you’re gonna make her cry even more..”

“Good so I can post this on weverse..”

“WHAT NO?! IDOL PROTECTION HELLO??”

희 승 heeseung

Would stay in the dorm with you and you guys will just play games the whole time while streaming it. Either valorant to roblox, or even just chilling while listening to music. Constantly going into each others room to say hi to each others chat. And reading out funny donations.

“When’s the groups next comeback?”

“Guys we just had one?!”

“Did we-?”

“If you mean the one where you only sang for 6 seconds than yes..”

“SHUT UP HEESEUNG.”

Munching on shin ramyun and you both did a room tour of your rooms, showing how festive it is. Telling the chat what gifts you guys got each other and told them this is how you would be spending your Christmas with them. They honestly love you for that. Will go viral on Twitter for being the “best gaming duo.”

“What about your families?”

“Oh me and heeseung’s family hang out yesterday so we are just vibing today. The others are out.”

“We wanted to talk to engenes and play games so please enjoy!!”

심재윤 Sim Jaeyun

You both decided to film a cover for the fans during Christmas, so the whole day you guys were just in the HYBE building, vibing to Christmas music with the staff and filming. You will update your personal insta account of you and Jake that day. Showing the cute Christmas doughnut he got you along with a gift, and both of your microphones. Teasing the fans with the upcoming cover.

It maybe a simple Christmas but it would always be fun with Jake because he also brought in Layla. She will constantly come up to you, begging for body scratch or even treats. Even posting a selfie of you and her on twitter.

“YAH Y/N YOU’RE STEALING MY DOG?”

“UH NO IM NOT? SHE JUST RAN TOWARDS ME FOR TREATS?”

“Istg that dog likes you more than me…”

“Maybe if you start feeding her than she will..”

“I DONT STARVE HER STOP BEING A HATER YOU BOTH😔😔”

okay but MOVING ON. When the cover dropped, IT WENT VIRAL VIRAL. The Christmas lighting, the eye contact between you both was IMMACULATE. Fans felt the warmth after listening to it, like drinking a hot chocolate on a cold winter day. They kept asking for more covers between you both, maybe you guys would do one on New Years🫣

성훈 Sunghoon

Mr takes you to ice skating on Christmas. Both of you are known to be the ice skaters of enhypen. Both extremely good at it so it wouldn’t be a problem. Kept trying to show off your moves to each other. Everyone on the rink jealous that you both could do these amazing tricks. Even though you guys kept going head to head in the rink, obviously he got to take pictures of you so you can post on Instagram.

Man you almost couldn’t land on one of the turns and he zoomed right beside you to catch you. You kinda blushed🤭 anyways. The pictures you guys posted was so cute and majestic, fans was so happy that you guys are hanging out together during Christmas.

“omg the ice prince and princess together on Christmas!!”

“We love to see them back on the ice once again :( “

“We need a performance from them.”

선우 Sunoo

The type to just drag you to every single café and enjoy each others presence while filming for en-log. It was just a soft cute Christmas and you both also exchanged presents. Linking arms as you both went to different phootbooths and thrift stores taking those 90s pictures.

“y/n~~ you look so silly In that hat HAHA!!”

“what do you mean sunoo? I look sexy😝”

“Whatever you say😐”

He loves including you in this sunset photos so when he added you to his little dump, everyone freaked out because that means you guys were hanging out together during Christmas. Very grateful to have each other during this cold season. Just wrapped around warm coats and each others presence.

“BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DUO FOR SO LONG🥹”

“WAR IS OVERRR!! WE GOT OUR AGEYO DUO🤭”

“THEY CHOSE EACH OTHER FOR CHRISTMAS!!”

にしむら りき Nishimura Riki

Since both of you can’t go back to visit your family, you both decided to just go to a shopping trip. Kept buying stuff like non stop. At the end of the day you both have at least 15 bags on you.

“So do you think our manager will say anything about this addiction?"

“y/n I think he has gotten use to it by now..”

“You’re right..”

You both got caught by a fan and they said you both was struggling to hold your bags but you guys looked so cute struggling😭 They even saw you vibing to Christmas songs and you buying Niki hot chocolate because he wanted it so bad #stillachild . Fans was so surprised by this duo because they actually never saw it coming.

“Idk whose influencing who😭”

“Is giving older sister bringing her younger brother on a shopping treat”

“Sometimes I forgot they are both making BANK”

“Y/n struggling while Niki sipping on his chocolate is too unserious💀💀”

No because tell me why your stuff can’t even fit in the car.. you both were suffocated at the back of the car. Your manager laughing at you both and begging him to spare some mercy on you😭 you guys are just too funny.

“Next year same time same amount of stuff?”

“NIKI I DONT THINK I CAN SPEND MORE…”

“WE ARE MAKING MONEY!?”

“True…”

[rose-of-oz]

Chicago verse/one Chicago Audra McDonald

Thank you so much for this!! Also gonna tag @ginger-grimm, @stelstellakidd, @hoteldenouement-ocs, and @gabbysdawsons!! <3 <3

NAME: Tamara Baxter.

LOVE INTEREST: Hank Voight.

SUMMARY: Having owned and operated a diner near one of Chicago’s busiest precincts for over twenty years, Tamara was more than used to seeing police officers come and go at all hours of the day. They would stop in to get coffee and some breakfast before their shifts, get a few slices of pie to make up with a co-worker they had offended, run in right before closing because they’d just gotten off and were too hungry to wait until they got home and were craving a big plate of her cook’s famous chilli cheese fries - it was its own sort of routine at this point, and though Tamara loved to stop and chat with her customers in blue uniforms when she had the time, the same as she would with any other customer, she couldn’t deny that they all sort of blended together at this point. All of them, that was, except for one Sergeant Hank Voight. The gruff police veteran, closed-off and morally grey as he was, had been a regular at Tamara’s diner since he was only a beat cop who adored the banana pancakes that were the place’s breakfast specialty, and through all those years and conversations that they’d had, Tamara couldn’t deny that she’d sort of fallen in love with him, somewhere along the way. But they don’t ever seem to be able to come together properly… until a late-night attack in her own diner almost kills Tamara, and as Hank and his squad begin to investigate and they grow closer, Tamara starts to think that their time might finally have come.

OTHER INFO:

I’m not gonna deny, this is a little based off of the song “Banana Pancakes” by Jack Johnson, but it just seemed like a nice idea!

The banana pancakes in Tamara’s diner have been kind of a running theme in her and Hank’s relationship throughout the years. She’s been trying to give them to him on the house whenever he’s ordered them for about ten years, and every time he argues back and they have to compromise with him paying half the price for them. (The only time he accepts them on the house is one singular time after they’ve confessed their feelings to each other.)

Basically, what happens is that while Tamara is alone in the diner and closing up, a guy in a mask breaks in and tries to rob the place and winds up stabbing her when she tries to fight back. She and Hank grow closer throughout the process of the team catching the guy and when he comes to visit her in the hospital while she’s recovering, and they finally wind up confessing to each other and entering into a relationship eventually.

Like I said, Tamara’s diner is kind of a staple with the officers in Hank’s precinct, and everyone there loves her, so the whole team is thrilled once she and Hank announce that they’re together.

(Jay definitely jokingly calls them Mom and Dad at one point, but it’s only once. They both glare at him so hard afterwards that he’s kind of too scared to try it again.)

send me a fandom and a faceclaim/love interest and i’ll make an oc!!

[jaybol-iiiii]

Hi! My name is Jay!

About me:

🪐 |> mor/mors they/them it/its pronouns

🪐 |> non-binary

🪐 |> 19 yrs

🪐 |> aroace

About my interests:

🌈 |> I like a lot of things! You can see me reblogging things about or sometimes posting art of Wings of Fire, Warriors, Sonic, Digimon, Monkey Wrench, WOY, MLP (all generations), Dragon Rider, DragonVale, Flight Rising, Alien Biospheres and several others!

🌈 |> My non-fandom interests include my own OCs, friends’ OCs, geofiction, speculative biology, paleontology, geology, gardening, needle felting and 3d modeling! I try to post art of my OCs or friends’ OCs semi regularly

About my art:

💐 |> I do commissions, but they are currently CLOSED while I figure out pricing and other things!

💐 |> Art trades and design trades are welcome! Please DM me first though!

💐 |> Requests are open and appreciated!

About my boundaries:

🪷 |> I don’t tolerate anon hate. If you come here looking to make me argue with you, you will be blocked

🪷 |> Feel welcome to ask me about or comment on my OCs or art, though! I’m happy to chat

🪷 |> Also feel free to reblog my art, but please do not post it on other websites

🪷 |> terfs, transmeds blocked. Don’t drag me into ship discourse, I don’t fucking care, I’m not “pro” or “anti” or anything. I don’t wish to participate in it. if you sexualize minors fictional or not leave me alone though. i’m serious go to hell

🪷 |> If I accidentally reblog AI images let me know! I’ll delete it

About my tags:

🫧 |> #digital art or #art directs you to my art - i don’t have an art tag of my own yet xp

🫧 |> #oc: [oc name] directs to posts that i relate to a particular oc of mine or art of them

🫧 |> #not my art - art that i’m reblogging and didn’t make!

🫧 |> Fandoms are usually tagged in my art of them

🫧 |> I don’t usually tag reblogs unless it’s to add a thought

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

Round 1: Stranger Things OC Fanart

Thank you besties for feeding my delulu and talking to me about ST fjdkksksksks this is not the last post, I still have some more ocs I wanna draw. Please understand that these are just the ones I’ve done so far. If you want me to draw your OC with mine and talk lore about our blorbos, I’d love to!

My mom said my OC can be friends with your OC if it’s okay with your mom.

•• First off we have @lornadoones-and-earlgreytea ‘s OC Sean. Sean is my sibling’s OC for our Stranger Things fanfic. We have been working on this AU for months and gushing about our favorite blorbos. (Also making many wonderful inside jokes such as screaming ‘EW DIRTY SEX’ every time there’s on screen intimacy LMAO). Sean and Allie are the two Hispanic menaces that live next door to one another.

•• Second we have @melodymunson ‘s character Jane from our discord RP. Melody is one of my first friends in the Eddie fandom and my roleplay partner. I love how her character’s face claim is Jenna Ortega and how in love she is with Steve. Our RP has a very adorable and cute dynamic ❤️. Jenna is Eddie’s cousin in our RP and Allie loves her new sister in law to death.

•• Third we have @sweatyfuntrash ‘s OC Lara, we have both been gushing for weeks about our OC lore and incorporating animus into Stranger Things (hence the Gojo glasses for Lara). Lara and Allie are the Popuko and Pipimi of Stranger Things and Eddie has paid one of his Hellfire boys to chase them with a chainsaw dressed as Leatherface.

•• And then we have sweet @mothmans-left-buttcheek ‘s OC Jay. Listen, okay? I love the 80s goth design that was chosen for Jay. I will die running up this hill. Allie 100% follows Jay around begging for makeup advice, and I can see them lurking under the bleachers at Hawkins High with a stolen Propaganda Magazine between the two of them.

Again, not to diss on anyone, I’m open to making more OC friends! I wasn’t sure if it was okay to draw other’s OCs with mine, so I just did the ones so far that Allie has interacted with.

Just drop me a line in ask if you want to see your OC, or chat with me in DMs about your OC’s lore! I’d love for Allie to make more friends ;3;//

[nin-jay-go]

YAYYYYYYY DRAGONS RISING S2P2 LIVEBLOGGGG >:DDD

oh we're just starting off in the administration huh

sora?????? and arin??????? breaking in?????

look at themmmm being ninja ;w;

jay's missing???????? hello????????????????

is the master jay. that'd be so funny

"i can't believe she wasn't waving her designated vapor-dispelling papers"

dragons descending

nokt's voice is cool

OH..... SHE'S DEAD.....

AN EVEN BABIER DRAGON OH MY GOODNESS

oh hi rapton good to know you've gone freelance

HE'S AN MLP FAN JHSGFCDKJHASKJSGF wait. this is confirming unicorns exist. MY QIRINS CAN BE REAL

oh shit a source dragon died? yiiiikes

TOURNAMENT TOURNAMENT TOURNAMENT

EUPHRASIAAAAA FLYINGGGGGGGG SHES FLYING YAAAAAAAAAAA

wyldfyre.... girlie.............

KAIII

oh god they are so bad at stealth

YEAAAA ELEMENTAL MASTER OF PIEEEEEE >:D

zane so busy all the time

HE CAN FLYYYYYYYY LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO

jay out here destroying source dragons for fun not clickbait

STEWJITZU...

oh is geo not here? friend: he's staying home to look after the kids

THE SPREADSHEET GUY... ELEMENTAL MASTER OF SPREADSHEETS

MISTRESS OBSCURIA........ HELLO??? GOTH WOMAN???? GOT WOMAN FOR ME????????

THE FUCKING ROCK GUY IS AN ELEMENTAL MASTER????? WHAT IS HIS DEAL

can't they just like. provide proof that they got a mission from the source dragons?????

elemental master of ceremonies!

he's a little bit cringe

AWWW BABY ARINNNNN ;w;w;w;

frak ;w;w;w; youre so cute

AND THE BALL DROPS. they finally used the same element as one of my ocs 😔 sorry teri but ig you have an actual canon one now

very interesting that roby's outfit is the same colors as chen's coat

TOURNAMENT OF ELEMENTS TWOOOOO

jay wins it, calling it now

ohhhhhhhh zantans is the new nature master!

JORDANA

O_O UH OH.

DEMONS????? DAVONIANS.........

OMG!!!! ONE OF THE MASTERS IS A WHEELCHAIR USER!!!!!!

omg he's bilingual

OHHHH ZEATRIX

shockwave.............

HELLO????? WHO ARE YOU??????????

really enjoying the fight choreography

ohhhh it was a droid

amongus.........

JAY?????

THEY GOT RID OF HIS SQUEAK LETS FUCKING GO

paws :3 he's a kitty kitty

if frak's master is jay i'm gonna scream. i miss him

sighs. 13 year olds.

oh hey geo did come! nice

GAYS :D

friend: cole your mom had a gundham! me: she has two!

OH MY GOD WAS THAT PERSON JUST SEEN WITH A SEEING-EYE CANE????? SCREAMS

frak :( come onnnnn

O_O guy on throne.....

master of reflex??? zur?????

that was. fast

elemental transition? 🏳️‍⚧️

she's well-hydrated!

oh god she's fighting JAY OH THERE HE FUCKING IS

SCREAMS AND WAILS

AUUUGHHHHHHH

AUGHHHHHHHHHHH

oh he just fucking woke up there huh

OH MY FUCKING GOD HES PUTTING THE MASK ON

OAHOAUHWUIAWGDUAKAGUKHGJAKDJH

and i will always hate you

WHAT IF I SCREAMED AND YELLED

oh the throne person's a woman? love wins

nyaaaa :((((

i dont think jay's been sent away btw. i think he's still around

POCKET SIZED DRAGONS

ohhhh no arin

OHHHH NOOOOOO ARINNNN DONT GET CORRUPTED

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO [excited]

reverse the merge.....

CAUSED BY WU.... HEY ELEMENTAL MASTER OF MANIPULATION YOU WANNA SAY SOMETHING???

arin: lloyd's never gonna believe that his master caused the merge, i can't tell him! us two: he will. he's done worse without meaning to.

noooo euphrasia :((((

TOX!!!! DONT KILL HER JESUS

why does frak sound like robin

ARIN CORRUPTION ARCCCCCC

NINJA THAT FLIRTS WITH DIRT

hi nokt

riggedddddddd

....now i'm thinking about marchosias jay......

THE WUORB

AWWWW THE SIBLINGSSSSSSSS

WE SHARE MORE THAN JUST A FEW SCALES...

HEY KAI? BEHIND YOU GONE?

DETECTED HIGH LEVELS OF CRINGE JKAHGDJSDJFG

HE"S A FUCKING THEATER KID

vr experience slash gift shop....oh arin buddy this is NOT the person to ask about roby

OMG NEURO!!!! AND CHAMILLE OH MY GOD!!!!!

oh so they're retconning lloyd's element as life instead of energy?????? hello??????

oh figment is a GOOD power name

that. is a horrible fix guys

HE'S IN A COMA??????

ZEATRIX GIRL

we took an intermission and chatted about what we think is up with jay. i think that jay being away is a mission for him to gain back ras' trust in taking down the ninja, or he's just being kept in reserve just in case

FRAK I LOVE YOUUUU YOU ARE SO POWERFUL

WIFI......

HEY BLECK WHY DO YOU HATE YOUR NEPHEW SO MUCH

MULTIPLE WUORBS

of course lloyd would know how to use wind....

LILLY MENTION LETS GOOOOOO

POWER OF LOVING YOUR MOTHER

EVIL WOMAN !!!!!!!

OH

JORDANA'S BEING POSSESSED BY THE EVIL WOMAN

wuost....

YAYYYYY IMPERIUM YURI

oh zur's voiced by paul dobson. neat!

SORA YOU ARE SO POWERFUL

oh wait is reflex just the renamed speed element? or are they different

BECOME BEE!

augh poor roby :( doesn't understand that his uncle is EVIL

WHY ARE WE ALL CHEERING FOR NOKT. WRONG.

nooo whattttt? rigged? can't be /s

YOU ARE A FUCKING IDIOT BLEKT

OH NO NOKT IS FREE

oh

oh those are giant claw arms

OMG NYA AND RIYU

FUCK YOU OLD MAN

JKHSGFKDHSKJDFHKJSD GET HIS ASS RAS

soul yoinked!

i know the truth about this universe.....

RAWR MEANS I LOVE YOU IN DINOSAUR

YAYYYYYYY KAIIIIIII

jay's power went in a WEIRD direction

ARIN WENT WITH HIM... WITH THE HAMMER............

bye wuost

THEY HAVE A NETHER HUB!

DRAGON KNIFE

oh this was fun this was soooo fun

[jayytheaxolotl]

im making a post to say hello and introduce myself because i havent used tumblr in forever and never did this in the first place!

hi im jayy or jay, either works, i dont care

they/he/it pronouns, in order of preference but honestly as long as you’re not using she/her i dont mind anything

i’m into a lot of different things, but my main current interests (in no particular order) are pokemon, persona 5 (and just persona in general), cotl, hoyoverse games and wuthering waves, killer chat, a date with death

i might post art occasionally but im not that confident in it so dont expect much, but love to make ocs and talk about them so please ask me about them

im big into roleplaying, both here and on discord, but im more familiar with discord roleplay - if we have similar interests and you’d like to do smth with me feel free to add me on there, my @ is jayy_the_axolotl, just send me a dm first letting me know you’re from tumblr!

[fluffy-ami]

Profile Tag Game🌱

Hello - “Ah, hi there! You can call me Ami, but I actually use a lot of different names when talking to people on the internet. Thanks to @lovelynim for tagging me, this tag game is actually really fun~✨”

Chat: Tickling - “Um, uh... Well, it's a very... strange interest of mine? It has been with me since I was a little kid, and I still have no idea how exactly all of this had started. This little thing is really fun and cute, but the fact that I like it so much is embarrassing as hell for me”.

When It Rains - “I like staying at home when it rains, makes me want to get all cozy in my bed and just do nothing. I also usually get very sleepy, and it may prevent me from studying properly”.

When the Sun Is Out - “Huh. A rare sight at this time of year. I missed it”.

When It Snows - “Snow? I mean, it's cool, yeah. For the first few weeks, at least. After a while your eyes will probably start hurting a little though, because, well, too much white everywhere”.

Good Morning - “Five more minutes...”

Good Night - “Oh hell nah, I'm not going to bed. What do you mean it's 3am? I don't care, I'm still not done with my silly doodles, now go back to sleep, buddy”.

Chat: Sensitivity - “Hm? Am I ti-? Ahem. Well, not really. In reality, I'm not sure. But what I do know for sure is that I'm not that sensitive in some of those 'most popular' spots, perhaps certain techniques are required to get me to crack. No-one had ever gotten to try though, my irl buddies value their lives over trying to get a reaction out of me~”

My Hobbies - “Writing, reading, crocheting and sewing toys, cross stitching, making pins and silly jewelry, gaming, journaling, making ocs and, most importantly, drawing - these are the things I enjoy doing in my free time (when I'm not procrastinating, of course)”.

About Me: Cooking - “Heh, no. Just... no.”

My Troubles - “Ehhh... Touch starvation? Or just overall loneliness? Maybe I should call it that. I feel constantly burnt out from talking to people, but at the same time I want to connect, and don't know how to do it. And sometimes it feels like people remember about my existence only when they need something from me. It's complicated, really. I feel emotionally isolated, but I also know that it's basically my fault, so I just kinda got used to this feeling. I'm sure I can do better though”.

Favourite Food - “Hmm, let me think... I like seafood. And salty things. Not too salty, though”.

Least Favourite Food - “I'm not a picky eater. Me liking or not really liking food depends on me liking or not liking its texture mostly. But I think I don't like things that are overly sweet”.

About @anzynai - “Ahhh, thinking about her brings me back. Jai was the person who gave me motivation (and courage) to post my very first drabble, and to just start writing in general ever since. And I'm still very grateful for that ★”

About @nataliewritez - “My little sis! I adore her writing and her art. She's a very friendly and funny person, also really pretty! Even annoying her can be kind of fun <3. Nat is just nice to be around, you know?”

About @stopiteatpopcorn - “Rando? He's a good kid! He's very adorable and energetic, it's a big part of his charm. And I'm proud to have such a talented lil' bro like him (he's also very easy to tease, you should try it sometime)”.

Tagging: Anyone who hasn't been tagged and wants to join in!~🌱✨

[rodolfoparras]

I am genuinely so hyperfixated on the Ghosts show I'm making another oc possibly 😋 it's just such an amazing concept an so silly😋😋😋

And there's not any significance to Antons teardrop!!! He just thought it was cool >:3 he was very much into the emo/scene fashion when he was alive, even when he wasn't all decked out in it he'd still do some of the makeup :3

And Jules will not be getting off the floor anytime soon🙄 bro is down bad for Isaac, literally giggling, kicking his feet and twirling the tendrils (???) Of his jester hat like a silly little guy.

Bro Anton is able to make his own account and shit, bro can literally play with Jay if he wants :3 and Anton tries to wait til the match is over so Jay doesn't get banned but he really gets impatient sometimes :( but he'll create like a little pixel version of himself in the corner of the screen and will sometimes have a little chat bubble to talk with Jay during games :3

Also Anton doing research on the Lenape so he can be respectful and educated😼 also getting to learn about how far the world has come into accepting queer ppl!!! He gets so excited and happily explains everything he learns to everyone else!!!

Also !!! Sam eventually finds out the company Anton used to work for never released the game and ends up getting his old computer from Antons parents!!! Anton gets to finish the cool spooky game he was working on!!!

-🌱

Anton, the fashion icon that you are!! Side note I feel like he would appreciate those hair styles that are trending now you know those “pigeon hair style” “Calico hair style “

Noo but that’s such a cute sight😭😭 like having Jules resting his head in his hands admiring Isaac and someone snaps him out of it and his head just falls onto the tables and all you can hear is the little chiming bells

Anton is such a sweetheart please😭 I’ll happily have him as a gaming buddy🥹also I love how he’s eager to learn and how he’ll happily educate others!! And we love that for Anton!! Happy he gets to have his game finished 🫶🏻

[practically-an-x-man]

Which of our OCs would get along the best, and which would absolutely loathe each other

Ooooh good question! I'm gonna try to organize this as best I can...

Rae: - Would get along with: Kayla! They had somewhat similar backstories in a way, coming into their power as retaliation for trying to protect someone they love, and she'd appreciate Kayla's sense of justice and devotion to doing good - Would loathe: Director Hawke. For one thing, she's a superhuman who isn't a witch (she's a mutant), so there would already be tension there, and Rae has such a strong sense of justice that it would end in more than a few fights

Robin: - Would get along with: Pippa comes to mind, I think they'd bond, but I also think she'd develop a fondness/friendship for Hyun-Ki while trying to save him from Jessi's control - Would loathe: Jessi. Between being deaf and having sonic powers herself, she's immune to Jessi's hypnosis, and it leaves her with a complete and utter hatred for how she chooses to use her powers.

Madison: - Would get along with: I'm going with Liah, actually. She's a bit pacifistic for Madison's tastes, and Madison would definitely insist on teaching her some sort of self-defense, but overall they'd get along really well (and seeing Liah be so comfortable with her nonhuman appearance would help Madison get more comfortable with her own mutations) - Would loathe: Hm... Esme. She'd feel very shallow and image-focused to Madison, whether or not that's true, and they wouldn't get along.

Ophelia: - Would get along with: Siv for sure. I mean, we've chatted offhandedly about it, but I really do think they'd make good allies and would be friends despite all the rampant taunting of each other - Would loathe: Max. She'd respect his tech out of academic curiosity, but they'd be on opposite sides and it would end in a lot of really nasty fights and property damages.

Jasper: - Would get along with: Cory! They'd be alt besties for sure - Would loathe: Ameerah. At first they might bond over their shared empathic abilities, but then Jasper would learn what she does with her ability in behavioral therapy and would get so disgusted that they can't go back.

Katherine: - Would get along with: Reggie! They have so many similar experiences to bond over together! - Would loathe: Onnie for sure. As someone who's worked closely with actual gods, Onnie's god complex would really get on her nerves. And that's not even mentioning all the issues of morality and violence.

Quinn: - Would get along with: Jay. He reminds her of Billy, for one, and they can bond over their experiences with their disabilities and how they came into them - Would loathe: In a weird way... Pyrrha, actually. It's really just jealousy of her prosthetics - she doesn't know the backstory behind them, so to her it just looks like Pyrrha has access to boundless tech that grants her all the mobility Quinn has lost. If they actually got over themself and tried to make friends, they could get close, but Quinn just can't get past the unconscious biases and jealousy of everything Pyrrha's able to do

Kestrel: - Would get along with: Arya. They'd bond over their love of harmless chaos and both being changelings/fae-related, and Kestrel would be largely immune to Arya's siren-calls so there's no risk of danger there. - Would loathe: Also Director Hawke. I was trying not to have any duplicates in this lineup, especially since you have so many OCs to work with, but the fact of the matter is that Hawke would try to sell Kestrel on the black market.

Eris: - Would get along with: Anyone that would give them a good fight, and be strong enough to get back up and do it again. Max and Laila come to mind. - Would loathe: Meredith. They don't understand her hesitance or refusal to just jump into a battle, and she gets just as irritated by his reckless violence - it's a strange detail to get hung up on, but it grates on both of them and they can never really bond.

Nikoletta: - Would get along with: Cassandra. Her dark magic and immunity to Nikoletta's shadow-touch would make her about the only person Nikoletta can relax around, and they're fairly similar women even beyond that. - Would loathe: Ember. She's not used to having people reach out or try to help her, so she'd distrusting of Ember's selfless tendencies and assumes he has some ulterior motive (even when they really are just trying to help). For a long time, Nikoletta believes that no action truly comes from the goodness of someone's heart, and believes Ember's always out to get something from her.

Indigo: - Would get along with: Thalia. She'd really respect her for defying what was expected of her and building her own life out of it, which is something Indie's always struggled to do. - Would loathe: Athena seems like the most obvious answer, but yeah it would be Athena.

Prometheus: - Would get along with: Hailey. They probably eased her nightmares while she was overseas, and continues to ease her nightmares even after her death (she's still conscious, and technically still exists in the Waking world... it counts, okay?) - Would loathe: The Negative Speed Force. It reminds them too much of other nightmares, or even themself as a nightmare before they became Prometheus

[duskaris]

OC-tober 2023 Day 1: "Home"

Wow look at me doing some writing. We'll see how many days I can keep this up (I give it a week at most)

Today's feature is the reunion scene between Jay and Madeline after the invasion of their country forces them to flee the place they called home. Part angst, part fluff

Prompts: @oc-tober2023

CW: One mild swear, I think that's all for today

It had been two weeks since Jay arrived in Neva, yet this was the first time he was venturing into the city itself. It was pretty up-close, with its cobblestone streets, colourful houses, and clusters of market stands that grew more frequent the closer to the docks you went. Even surrounded by war, people bustled about, continuing their daily business the best they could. Jay took a deep breath, the autumn air felt crisp in his lungs and the strong smell of brine permeated through the air. Then there was the ocean. A deep blue stretching for as far as the eye could see accompanied by the steady sound of waves crashing onto shore. It was a nice view from the keep, but here, looking across it instead of down at it, it was surreal. 

He slowed down as he approached the warehouse being used as temporary barracks. Just deliver the message and go, that was all he had to do. The Blade guarding the door said nothing as he entered. In fact, nobody said anything as he passed by several small groups gathered around makeshift tables chatting or playing cards. Jay didn’t know if they were too engrossed in their own groups to notice or if they were just past the point of caring. Either way, it was a pleasant surprise. 

“Where’s Captain Smyth set up?” He asked a passing soldier who looked vaguely familiar. He looked Jay up and down, narrowing his eyes. “I’ve got a message from the commander,” Jay said, answering the question before it was spoken. He waved the letter and raised his eyebrows for emphasis.

“Back left, got a sort of office set up,” the soldier relented, then walked off. Jay ignored the attitude and continued on. Set up in the corner were a few pallets stood up to make walls and when Jay rounded the corner, Captain Smyth was sitting at a desk covered in papers, deep in conversation with one of Theodosia’s sons. They fell silent as Jay approached.

“Message from Aeryn,” Jay announced, placing the letter on top of the clutter. The captain nodded in acknowledgement then returned to his conversation, so Jay backed out without another word. Errand done, now he could get out of here and back to the keep. 

It was now on his way out that he saw her. She was sitting on a bunk, a picture of perfection even now. Her brown waves hanging down over her shoulders, violet eyes full of concentration as she doodled in her sketchbook. Jay hadn’t even realised she’d brought it with her when she ran, but he was glad she did. It comforted her, especially now that he couldn’t. He put his head down and walked faster towards the door, praying to the goddesses that she hadn’t seen him. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her more. 

As the saltwater air hit his face he wanted to be out of the city more than ever. His heart ached; the sooner he was back in the keep with Aeryn where he had a job to do and nobody treated him like shit on the bottom of their shoe-

“Jay!” A voice cut through his thoughts like a knife through butter, stopping him in his tracks. He felt an impact and stumbled forward as arms wrapped around him and a shape that he knew well nestled into his back.

“Madeline?” he whispered, paralyzed in disbelief. The city crowd flowed around them, oblivious to the reunion of the young couple.

“I can’t believe you were gonna leave without talking to me.” She let go of the hug, her hand grazing down Jay’s arm until his hand was clasped in hers, spinning him around to face her. He searched her face, scanning for the familiar glint of disgust but she was grinning and there was a spark in her eyes.

“I thought-” He hesitated to choke the words out- “I thought you would hate me.” Madeline’s smile instantly fell, replaced with concern.

“I could never hate you, Jay. You should know that.” Madeline pulled him into another hug and though his mind was reeling, this time he reciprocated. She reached a hand up to twirl his hair, then paused. “Wait, is that why you haven’t been to see me? I just assumed the commander was keeping you busy. You actually thought I wouldn’t want you around?”

“You saw my other form, Mads, I’m a monster.” His voice was cold.

“You saved my life, and a lot of people’s lives for that matter,” Madeline exclaimed as though it was that simple.

“That doesn’t matter to them!” Jay shouted, gently shoving Madeline away so he could take a few steps back. His chest was pounding and he was shaking slightly. 

“I’m sorry,” Madeline said softly. She stayed close, placing a hand on his arm, grounding him. Jay focused on his breathing, taking slow breaths in and out.

“It’s not your fault,” he said when he had calmed down a bit. “Other than Aeryn and Wren, nobody typically reacts well. I knew you said before you wouldn’t care, but-”

“But it’s different once it actually happens,” Madeline finished for him.

“Yeah.” The pair stood in silence for a few moments, neither sure of what to say. “For the record I’m sorry too. Too human to be strong, too monster to be trusted. Not enough of anything; I wasn’t able to protect our home.” He hung his head low in shame but it was quickly forced up by a hand on his chin, determined lavender eyes meeting his own.

“You are my home, Jay,” Madeline stated. “You are everything I need. Magi or not, obski or not, it doesn’t matter. I trust you. I love you.” The look in her eyes, the cadence of her voice, it was so sincere. Jay cracked a shy smile. The moment came to an abrupt end as the clock tower rang and Jay remembered he was only there on an errand. He looked between Madeline and the silhouette of the Tidal Keep in the distance.

“Go on, I’m sure the commander needs you,” Madeline insisted, and Jay nodded, though reluctantly. They embraced again and Madeline placed a quick kiss on his cheek. “You’ll start coming to see me sometimes, right?” she whispered into his ear.

“Of course, my love,” he whispered back accompanied with a playful wink as she flushed bright pink. They lingered there for a moment more, until they finally managed to break apart, Madeline watching as he walked away until he had been swallowed by the city folk.

[quietlybitchy]

Pete Martino x Fem Teacher Ghost Headcanons

I want to write a fanfic about this OC and Pete getting together but my brain doesn't really want to properly write a story right now so here's some headcanons.

OC died in the late 2010s when the school caught fire and she was trapped inside. She tried climbing on a filing cabinet to escape out a window, but died from smoke inhalation before she was successful.

Sam & Jay ordered a filing cabinet online to store paperwork for the restaurant and B&B. When the truck arrived to drop it off, a friendly schoolteacher was attached to it.

All the ghosts are excited to have a new ghost to learn about, and Sam and Jay are just happy nobody new had to die on the property for that to happen.

Isaac and Hetty were the first ghosts to see her, Isaac because as Sam and Jay's business partner he wanted input in organizing the paperwork, and Hetty because as the lady of the house she wanted to make sure an ugly filing cabinet wasn't stored somewhere that would make the mansion unsightly.

Word quickly spread to everyone that there was a new face. Trevor immediately eyed her up and down, but stopped short of blatantly hitting on her after glancing over at Hetty. Sass and Alberta started bombarding her with questions; Hetty asked if she happened to die with any cocaine on her. Flower was excited to ask a new person to be her and Thor's third. Thor assured her that she will be asked this question many times and it was fine to just say no and move on. Upon hearing that she had been a schoolteacher, Isaac asked if she taught history and if his name ever came up. Meanwhile, Sam was trying to rein in everyone to keep their new ghost guest from feeling overwhelmed, and Jay had retreated to the kitchen, knowing he would be caught up later by Sam.

OC tried to keep up with everyone's questions, explaining why she was attached to a filing cabinet and what she used to do for a living. She was only momentarily thrown off by the chaos of meeting all these new people at once and being practically interrogated, but then she quickly regained her calm demeanor. She was used to commanding a classroom of rambunctious children, so dealing with these new ghosts honestly wasn't all that different from her previous day-to-day experience.

Just as it was being decided that she would room in the study, since that's where it made the most sense to put a filing cabinet, an arrow-clad traveler returned from his trip of smelling food at a local restaurant.

Sam convinced the ghosts to give her space while she adjusted to the new environment, so it was just the two of them chatting when Pete walked into the room. He froze in his place for a moment, surprised to see a new face. OC greeted him warmly and he was shaken out of his stupor and returned the favor, excitedly introducing himself.

They quickly bonded over their love of working with kids and helping them grow.

OC teased Pete for how he refused to swear even though there weren't any children around. "I always swore excessively when I wasn't at work. I like to think I was making up for repressing it around the kids". Pete couldn't say he approved, but for some reason that didn't bother him as much as it would hearing it from someone else. He felt like he could trust her fairly quickly.

Pete took on the role of a tour guide, although the tour took a while since Sam had to make Mark and Jay move the filing cabinet from room to room each time Pete wanted to show her something new.

Mark wondered how long it would take for Sam to make up her mind about where they were keeping it.

Pete found himself confiding in OC, and she did the same. When she learned the story of his ex-wife and how she came to be on the property, she told Pete that he deserved better and shared a story of her college boyfriend cheating on her for a year while he studied abroad. Pete told her how much he wished he could've watched his daughter grow up, and she shared the story of how while she couldn't have her own children, she would've loved to live long enough to see her nieces graduate high-school.

Once the tours were over and she was returned to spend eternity in the study, Pete visited frequently to catch her up on the happenings around the property. It had been a while since he had traveled off the property himself. For some reason, he just didn't feel the need to lately.

After a couple weeks of spending time together he realized he was beginning to feel as attached to her as she was to that filing cabinet, but memories of palms to the face kept him from pursuing anything more than a friendship with his fellow ghost.

That's all I've got in me for now. If I actually write a story I might tweak some details, but I had these ideas for a while and just wanted to put something out there because there's not enough cute Pete content!