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10byten · 4 months ago

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Soft Spot for u

- When you started college, one of the student associations assigned you a senior mentor. Back then, you never thought you'd still be friends with him as you enter your final year, while he’s already long graduated. Even less that he’d be the guy of your dreams—the one who makes your heart race. -

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You’ve never been much of a party girl. Well, not in the “nightlife scene” kind of way. But a night owl ? That’s totally you. Staying up late doing all the things the daytime doesn’t allow ? That’s your jam. Especially when you’re spending those nights with him.

Since your freshman year, Yuta has been your go-to for late-night hangs: studying, laughing, bickering, drinking, and dancing. You quickly adapted to his vibe - even though, unlike you, he thrives in the nightlife. He loves hopping from on-campus parties to the city’s best clubs. For Yuta, you’d adjust to anything. Normally, you’re not big on people or physical contact, but with him, it’s different.

The first time he asked you to join him at a party, you tagged along, thinking, Why not? At least I’ll have a story to tell. You didn’t like dancing in public—the stares, the unwanted touches—but his touch? That was different. Before long, you were showing up to every party he invited you to, becoming a campus party regular.

Little did they know, you hated parties. You only went for him. For those moments on the dancefloor when his hands rested protectively on your hips, silently warning other guys to back off. It drove you crazy that it felt more big brotherly than anything else. But when you danced together, something shifted. He wasn’t being protective—just… present.

You’ve always wanted to make a move, but the fear of losing him held you back. If he hadn’t made the first move, it probably meant your feelings weren’t mutual. Right? But honestly, just being by his side was better than being with anyone else.

Yuta changed you—not just in how you see relationships, but in how you see life. He was more than a mentor for academics; he pulled you out of your comfort zone and into a brighter, more open world.

Waiting for him to pick you up tonight, you’re lost in thought, touching up your makeup as Keshi’s Soft Spot plays in the background. Your phone buzzes.

Yuta: Be there in 2 mins, love.

You grin, his name lighting up your screen. Gosh, this man owns my heart.

When you hop on his bike, he whistles, eyes raking over your silver sequin dress.

“You planning to set the campus on fire tonight? I don’t remember telling you to outshine me, little miss.”

“No one’s hotter than you, Yuta.” You flirt back, the way you always do when he compliments you. It gives you butterflies every time.

He smirks, giving you a playful smack on the thigh. “Flattery’ll get you far, baby. Keep it up.”

At the party, Yuta, as usual, commands attention. Walking in with him feels like entering as a rockstar’s date—his magnetic aura turning every head. You join his friends—Johnny, Taeyong, Doyoung—who’ve already lined up shots.

Johnny hands you a suspiciously colorful concoction. You sniff it. “Johnny, is this safe? Because I really don’t want to start the semester in the ER.”

Everyone laughs, and Taeyong teases, “Sometimes I forget you’re still in school. Those were the days…”

Shots clink, faces grimace, and the party kicks off. But soon, the buzz, the chaos, and the alcohol start working their magic on your senses. All you want is to dance—with him.

The noise, the games, the music, the chaos of people chatting and singing along, all the stuff happening around you, mixed with the alcohol buzzing in your veins, has your senses on high alert. And now, you only want one thing—to dance with him. You’ve shared him with the crowd long enough, and now it’s your turn. Just you and him, in your world, even if it’s just for a bit.

You leave Jungwoo and Kai behind, still going at that ridiculous card game where every rule somehow ends in "take a sip." It’s funny as hell, you can admit that, but nah—right now, you need him. It’s all you can think about.

You find him at the bar, mid-conversation. You head toward him, sitting by the counter, your mind racing with one single thought: you wanna throw your arms around his neck and kiss him like it’s the only thing keeping you alive. His legs are spread like he’s waiting just for you, a couple of messy strands of hair falling into his eyes, and his half-unbuttoned shirt teasing you with a glimpse of that stunning belly piercing and a peek at his tattoo.

You stop in front of him, hesitating for a second. He’s still chatting with Taeyong but doesn’t miss a beat, sliding an arm around your waist like, yeah, I know you’re here. That little gesture? making you go crazy, and without a second thought, grab his wrist and pull him to the dancefloor. Pressed against him, your bodies move in sync, his hands on your hips, his breath on your neck. Butterflies? More like fireworks.

He’s totally getting with your vibe, moving with you like he’s reading your mind. When you turn around, you catch that huge smile lighting up his face—and wow, it’s the kind of smile that hits you right in the gut. He’s loving this moment, and it’s setting off a full-on butterfly storm in your stomach.

You kinda wish his smile wasn’t this attractive, this unfairly cute, this stupidly sexy. Because all you can think about is kissing him senseless. Like, right now.

You keep getting closer, grinding up against him more, and for some reason tonight, you’re feeling extra bold. You slide your fingers into his, guiding his hand to trace your curves in a way that’s definitely more suggestive than usual. Yuta doesn’t just go along with it—he’s into it. His response is all green lights, like his body is totally in tune with yours, wanting this as much as you do.

You feel his breath on your neck as you press your back against his chest, and yeah, it’s short. Is he... out of breath because of you? The thought sends a shiver down your spine, and without even thinking, you push your hips back against him, swaying like it’s second nature.

And then you feel it—him. Hard. For you.

That’s the last green light you need. You turn, locking eyes, fingers tangling in his hair as you kiss him, pouring years of longing into it. He kisses back—hungry, desperate.

Next thing you know, you’re in a dimly lit laundry room, pinned against the door as his lips crash back onto yours. His hands are everywhere, his voice dripping with desire.

He kisses you again, and this time it’s pure, raw desire. Like, where the hell has he been hiding all this? Not that it matters—you’re practically melting in his hands. Your skin’s on fire, and it feels like your blood is boiling. He’s gonna make you explode, like you’re some freaking nuclear reactor on the verge of meltdown.

The only way you can even begin to handle this insane craving is by biting his bottom lip, cutting the kiss short. He pulls back just enough to look at you, and there’s this spark in his eyes that makes your breath hitch.

“I didn’t know you had this bad girl side,” he says, smirking. “You’ve always been my sweet, innocent Y/n.”

“Not that innocent I guess, if only you knew about my dirty secret.”

“Hmm tell me more baby” you smile hearing the petname he gave you, you love it soo much.

“I touch myself so many times, soaking my panties, just thinking ‘bout you”

He groan “You didn’t.”

“I can’t even count how many times since I know you, you’re my favorite fantasm.” You say a lil bit shyly.

He looks into your eyes, a proud smile on his face. “Then allow me to make the fantasy come true.” He takes hold of your dress, so small that it doesn't take much effort for him to expose your already soaked thong. He slides two fingers over your pussy to caress you through the fabric.

“You’ve been holding out on me, huh?” he growls, fingers brushing against the lace of your underwear.

“Only for you, daddy,” you whisper, testing the nickname that’s been on your mind for way too long.

He freezes, then smirks. “Gosh, you’re gonna drive me insane.”

You've never been so willing in your life. You only dream of one thing: his tongue on you and IN you. He lifts your leg and places it on his shoulder to get better access. You feel his breath on your inner thigh and you moan at the sensation alone.

“Oh god.” He look at you, from the bottom and smirk “You can call me Yuta.” And with those words he wraps your whole soaking pussy in his mouth. First he eats you through the fabric of your thong. Then, using his fingers, he shifts it to the side. He flicks his tongue up and down your folds and then concentrates on your clitoris, sucking gently. The stimulation sends you into heaven, you feel as if you've left this earth. And then he starts playing at your entrance with one of his fingers, looking at you “Want me to get inside baby girl?”

“Yes, please, yes !”

“Your wish is my command.”

He takes hold of your clit again, nibbling lightly, then gently and deliciously slides a finger into your pussy, soon adding a second, which you welcome as a blessing. You try to be as quiet as possible, but your little cries and sobs excite Yuta even more. He picks up the pace and eats you up like he's starving, tasting you like you’re his last meal, you’re trembling. Soon you feel your orgasm coming on and you press down on Yuta's shoulder as if to let him know you're about to burst. He smiles, "Let it go baby, I'm here for you.” You feel the most powerful orgasm you've ever had in your life rushing through you. And this time you can't help yourself, you moan his name out loud and pray that no one else walks by at the same time. He stands up and sucks on each of his two fingers in front of you. Then he slides his tongue back into your mouth.

“I think you can still feel yourself on my tongue, so much that I've sucked you in.” You wrap your arms around his neck, wanting more, but Yuta slows the pace. “Maybe we should slip away before we're noticed.

You slip out quietly, not even bothering to say goodbye to anyone. On the way back, you’re still all sensitive from the way he completely wrecked you earlier. When Yuta pulls up in front of your dorm, he looks a little more hesitant than before. Still, you invite him to come up with you for a bit.

As you close the door to your apartment, you see him sitting on the couch, his hands covering his face like he’s deep in thought. But you don’t stop to overthink it—he’s already given you too much tonight for you to back down now. You climb onto his lap and kiss him, slow and intense. He kisses you back but suddenly pulls away.

“Wait,” he says, looking at you seriously. “I need to understand what’s happening here. Like, what are we doing right now?”

You stare at him, confused. “Do you want a diagram or something?”

“No, I mean, seriously. Isn’t this, like, a bad idea? I’m older than you, and you’re totally wasted. I am too, actually.”

“So what?”

“So yeah, I don’t think this is a good idea. You’ll probably regret it tomorrow. I don’t want to mess things up between us. You mean a lot to me and—”

You cut him off with a dramatic wave, making it clear he needs to stop talking immediately. “This is unreal. Stop seeing me as the clueless first-year kid who doesn’t know anything and needs a protector. Yuta, I don’t want a protector—I want you.”

He just stares at you, speechless.

“I got a soft spot for you, from the very beginning,” you continue, your voice shaking with the weight of the truth. “And honestly, I’ve been hoping every single day since we met that one day you’d wake up and feel the same. But you’ve always had this big brother vibe, and God, it’s been killing me, because I love your attention, I love how affectionate you are, and how you’re always there for me. But Yuta, I want so much more than that. I never said anything because I didn’t want to scare you off or ruin what we have. But seriously, I’ve been into you since day one. So please, stop being my bro—be my lover. Tonight, I felt like it was now or never. There was this moment, this chance, and hell, it’s my last year. I want to leave this university finally dating the guy I’ve been crushing on since freshman year. So if you’re not into it, just say it, but please stop looking at me like I’m some little kid and start seeing the woman I could be by your side.”

Yuta’s lips crash onto yours, giving you the single greatest kiss of your life.

“So you’ve been this into me for all this time, and you never said a word?” he teases, a grin spreading across his face.

“Yuta, please. I’m not exactly the most social person, but I’ve spent practically all my time with you. I hate parties, yet I’ve been at them every week since I met you. I HATE octopus, but I learned how to make Takoyaki like a pro. I think Naruto is the most boring anime ever, but I binged every damn season. Why do you think I did all that? For who?” you shoot back, exasperated.

“Uh… sorry?” he mutters sheepishly.

“Don’t apologize. Honestly, I love most of those things now because they remind me of you, or they’re just so you. I don’t force myself. If it means spending time with you, it’s always worth it in the end.”

He smiles at you, soft and affectionate.

“I’ll admit, I’ve thought about this a lot over the years too,” he says quietly. “But the age gap always felt like too much. And I had this mentor role, you know? I didn’t want to look like some creepy older guy. More than that, I didn’t want to lose you or ruin what we have.”

Your heart pounds at his words. So he doesn’t see you as some desperate little kid, and, more importantly, the guy of your dreams feels the same way about you.

“Can you say it out loud, though? Just once?” you tease him.

“I got a soft spot for you, Y/n.”

“No, no, no, you can do better than that.”

He chuckles, running his tongue along his cheek, clearly amused but knowing you’re not letting this go.

“I got a big crush on you.”

Your smile stretches ear to ear, and you crash your lips against his again. He responds instantly, sliding his tongue against yours, his hands moving to your hips as he pulls you closer. Then, without breaking the kiss, he lifts you effortlessly and carries you to your room, laying you gently on the bed.He trails kisses along your jawline, down to your neck, and a soft moan escapes your lips. He nibbles at your earlobe before whispering, “If you play your cards right tonight, sweetheart, you just might get me to admit I maybe am in love with you by the end of it.”

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peterm4rker · 13 days ago

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(𐙚⋆.˚) something, somehow, someday

🕸✮⋆ [jaehyun x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 6k w. panic attack, self deprecating thoughts! angst, fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

hey siri! play "something, somehow, someday" by the rolemodel

well, he's a loose cannon, foolish man who needs some medication she's a shoe-tied, blue sky, honeymoon vacation

the sun blared uncomfortably in jaehyun’s eyes as he made his way down the street to his apartment. his body ached and his head pounded as if it were taking revenge for whatever he had put it through the last few nights. the coffee in his hands seemed to not be doing absolutely anything for him, and he was beginning to regret spending those six dollars when his body collided with something, or rather someone.

“ouch, shit” a small voice hissed after a loud crash, catching his attention just fast enough to grab whoever it was by the arm and prevent them from falling.

once you stood on your feet, you pulled the soaked fabric of your shirt away from your skin, attempting to alleviate the scorching feeling of the hot coffee. jaehyun stood there like time was frozen for a couple of seconds. the way the sun reflected on your skin made you look like the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, even when your white shirt was now tainted light brown.

“i’m sorry, are you okay?” he asked once he seemed to be pulled back into reality, mentally cursing himself. who drinks hot coffee in this weather?

“yeah, sorry, i wasn’t paying attention to where i was going,” you reassured, your nose scrunching adorably as you realized how silly you probably looked in front of this very attractive stranger.

“i wasn’t either, don’t worry.” the man muttered, his eyes travelling down where a box he presumed you were carrying had littered out its contents on the fall.

it seemed to be a shared thought to crouch down and get it, by the way his head hit yours unpromptedly.

“oh my god,” you almost snorted, your head flying up to cradle your forehead as you reached the floor. “i’m so sorry.”

“it’s fine,” he grimaced, his headache not fine with the situation at all. still, he reached for the box and stood up, offering a hand to help you do the same. “here you go.”

“thank you” you nodded and grabbed the box, standing in awkward silence for a couple seconds before speaking again with a slightly amused tone. “that’s not a great introduction to the neighborhood."

jaehyun couldn’t help but smile for the first time in that whole morning.

“are you moving around here?” he asked curiously, silently begging to hear an affirmative come out of your mouth.

maybe things wouldn’t be so bad if he got to see you around.

“yeah, to that building over there,” you pointed, and he felt his soul cheer at the sight of his very own apartment building. “the truck had to park over there, though, no parking space.”

“you shouldn’t be telling strangers where you live, you know,” he joked, an amused glint in his eyes that had forgotten its place for a while. “but i live there too, which is a little weird.”

your smile widened at his words, and somehow the blue sky seemed to shine a little bit brighter. “well, are you busy right now?”

the man weighed his options for a couple seconds before replying, “no, why?”

“let me get you another coffee. i don’t think i made a great first impression,” you smiled, the cute scrunch making its way back to your nose.

“the coffee is not necessary, but i can help you carry boxes if you’d like,” he said, surprising himself with how nice he was being to you considering his track record as of late.

“that would be really nice,” you nodded, beginning to walk towards the car with the handsome stranger right by your side. “may i know your name now?”

he internally cursed himself for letting that very important step skip his mind “jaehyun, you are?”

“y/n” you smiled, and he wondered if you ever stopped.

he hoped you didn’t.

“jaehyun?” you asked, getting his attention back after a couple beats of silence, making him hum in question. “your shoes are untied.”

he's a fixer-upper, skipping supper, hates an obligation she's a friday night

“i’m so sorry to bother you at this time,” you said for the thousandth time in the fifteen minutes jaehyun had been cooped up under your sink.

“i already told you it’s okay, i had nothing going on anyways” he said, his voice sounding far away as his eyes stayed concentrated in where he worked on fixing the pipe.

“i find that hard to believe, it’s friday night,” you replied from your place on the counter, eyes focused on him instead. “i’m sure you had plans.”

“nothing important,” he shrugged, arms flexing as he continued working.

“so you did have plans,” you said, lowering your gaze to the floor in a poor attempt not to ogle.

“it’s nothing you need to worry about, i was thinking of bailing anyways,” the man muttered, moving away slightly to evaluate his job “turn the sink on for me?”

you immediately moved to do as he asked, happy to not hear the water splashing on the already soaked floor. “is it done?”

“yeah, it should be fine now,” he gave you a tight lipped smile as he gathered the tools from the floor.

“thank you so much, jae” you moved to help him with whatever you could. “i’m guessing you already ate, right?”

“nah, i didn’t feel like cooking,” he answered once he stood up, now towering over you. something in his eyes always appeared to soften when he looked at you.

“well, let me give you some lasagna i cooked earlier,” you smiled, biting your tongue not to lecture him on the importance of eating well. “and i’m not asking, so don’t try anything.”

jaehyun snapped his mouth shut, letting his complaints die on his tongue as he watched you head to the fridge to begin serving him food.

“you can stay to watch a movie, if you want,” you spoke again, taking advantage of his lack of answer as you put a plate on the microwave.

he couldn’t help but nod to your question, seemingly unable to ever say no to spending time with you even if the voice in the back of his mind told him to just go home and leave you alone.

that’s how he found himself on your couch two hours later, with your legs on top of his and an empty plate of admittedly the best lasagna he had ever had resting on the coffee table as you slept soundly. he knew that was his cue to leave, but he couldn’t help but stare at you. it was kind of creepy, and he knew it, but the peaceful expression on your face was making his heart ache in the most soothing way he could ever experience.

he's a bad dream, nicotine, druggie complication she's a peace sign, tea time, drinker on occasion

fear creeped into jaehyun’s chest, getting worse by the second as he battled down a scream. everything was dark and cold. so fucking cold. and yet he was still sweating profusely when his eyes snapped opened. his hand unconsciously reached to his side, looking for something to keep him grounded and finding nothing but the bed sheet.

he tried to work through his labored breath as he felt a swarm of nausea hit him like a fucking truck.

god, he really needed a cigarette.

he begrudgingly allowed himself to calm down before getting out of bed and stepping into his bathroom, ridding himself of his clothes before getting into the cold shower. his muscles relaxed as he did his best to push his nightmares out of his mind, knowing he was just not going to get any more sleep that night.

his body moved in autopilot as he made his way to the terrace, needing the air a little more than immediately. a cigarette danced on his lips when he opened the door and walked to the edge of the building, leaning on the railing as he watched the busy city streets from above.

“couldn’t sleep?” your voice sounded, so fucking out of nowhere that he felt his heart almost fall out of his ass. you chuckled at the small jump before speaking again. “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

he searched around the dark until his eyes finally settled on you. you sat on a lounge chair, in front of a tea kettle and a bottle of… whisky?

“what the fuck are you doing here at this time?” he asked, his voice sounding a little happier than he intended it to. “and what on earth are you drinking?”

“i could ask you the same, and i'm drinking tea,” you answered, sporting your signature smile. “a little medicine to help me sleep, nothing else.”

he let out a small laugh of disbelief before approaching you to take a seat on the extra chair in front of you. “what a medicine.”

“cigarettes are no better, you know,” you smiled and sipped your ‘tea’.

“touché,” he tilted the open pack towards you, offering you one of his little death sticks.

“i don’t smoke, thank you.” you denied, “want some of mine?”

his curiosity beat him, of course, and he ended up taking a sip of your strange concoction.

“so, what do you think?” you asked with a hopeful tone.

he tried to contain his laugh for a couple seconds, although his effort was bane “its awful, how do you drink this shit so casually?”

“fuck you! it’s great,” you defended, feigning offense as you threw a small ball of paper you had found god knows where.

“you have shit taste,” he continued, leaning back on his chair, legs spread in a way that should be illegal.

“you’d be surprised,” you scoffed, making his eyebrow raise as your eyes trailed over his body.

“what is that supposed to mean?” he asked, tentatively.

“don’t you worry about it,” you shrugged it off before speaking again. “are you planning on going back to sleep soon?”

“nah, i don’t think i can,” he shook his head, eyes fixated on you.

“good.”

the smile on your face made his heart do a flip on his chest.

he's an east coast, jeans rolled, no communication she's a welcome sign

jaehyun was tired of it. of himself; of how he always felt the necessity to run away when things began getting good again.

why couldn’t he just believe something could go well? why couldn’t he just be happy?

he didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve you.

not your smiles. not your care. not your late night calls. much less your weird tea cocktails.

so he left.

he ran away to the east coast for a month and a half with the excuse of visiting his mother at home, promising to text you the moment he landed just to let you know he was safe.

he never did, and you probably hated him.

but it was for the best. he couldn’t let you get too close, he couldn’t let you let him hurt you like he would inevitably do.

like he already had.

and so he was scared as he made his way into the building, praying to every saint out there that he wouldn’t run into you.

he knew he would at some point, considering your apartment was three doors away from his and you frequented all the places he had shown you. but he hoped that when he did, you would have already chosen to forget him.

he kept his head down until he reached the safety of his own door, grateful for your absence in the halls as he pulled his keys out of his pocket.

he should’ve kept it down, because the moment he looked up he felt his heart shatter in a million pieces and be put back together in the span of a microsecond. stuck to the door was a little cardboard sign, the words 'welcome home!' carefully painted right on it’s middle, surrounded by silly doodles that he had watched you draw on napkins and on the edges of the papers you always had littered around your apartment.

he felt selfish because of the insatiable need he felt to run to your apartment, knock on your door and simply attack you with all the affection he had been harboring for you those past few weeks.

you were supposed to be mad at him, to realize that he was not good for you because he fucking ghosted you for almost two months.

and you made him a welcome home sign instead.

he could’ve been full of self hatred and depreciation; but you weren’t, and he was only but a man that craved your care like the air he needed to breath.

his heart was beating harsh against his chest as rushed to your door, knocking impatiently and praying about you once again. please, answer. please, please, please.

“hello?” you asked as you cracked the door open, visibly stopping for a couple seconds when you caught sight of him.

“hi,” he breathed out. “i’m home.” his voice was almost a whisper, hestating and tinted with fear.

“welcome home, jae.”

oh, how he had missed your smile.

but I believe they're meant to be something, somehow, someday

“i told you you weren’t going to like it!” jaehyun laughed at the way your face scrunched in disgust after taking a sip of his drink.

“are you trying to poison me? what the fuck is that?” you complained, amusement laced on your voice as you pushed his cup back to him.

“it’s not that bad, don’t be dramatic,” he rolled his eyes with an affectionate smile.

“it’s pretty bad,” you reiterated, your eyes focused on the softness of his own.

“it’s not, you just drink your coffee like you’re an 80 year old divorced man.” he stuck his tongue out to you childishly.

you loved moments like those. where he let go of his perpetual bad mood and his nonchalant act enough for you to see the real him. childish, charming, hilarious and so goddamn lovable.

“at least i won’t get diabetes at 30,” you returned the action, eliciting a sweet laugh from his lips.

“you have a point there,” he nodded, defeatedly leaning back on his chair.

“of course i do,” you replied cockily. “what should we do after this?” you asked, hopeful that he’d want to continue spending time with you.

he seemed to think for a little while before saying “we can go take a walk by the river, if you want.”

“sounds good, i’d be so down to get street food.” you nodded happily, taking another sip of your drink.

“how are you always hungry?” he chuckled, his voice affectionate.

“it’s a blessing and a curse, i would say,” you stood up and held your hand out to him, “let's go?”

he looked up at you for a couple seconds before taking your hand in his and standing up, cup on his other hand. “let’s go, pretty.” his arm took a place around your shoulders like it was an everyday event, like it belonged there, holding you close to him.

“we have to pay, wait,” you realized seconds before leaving the café.

“i paid when you were in the bathroom,” he confessed with a sly smile.

“we had agreed i was paying this time!” you said, annoyed while swatting at his chest.

“you can pay next time,” he smiled and ruffled your hair before tucking you right back into his side to pull you along.

“you don’t mean that” you glared, unconsciously leaning into his chest.

“not for a second.” he admitted with a soft laugh.

that jaehyun was like a breath of fresh air. refreshing, light, airy and so incredibly warm that you felt your insides melt every time he looked at you with those beautiful brown eyes of yours. and maybe, someday you would succeed in bringing him out more often.

he's a ford truck, door shut, runs from conversation she's an open ear, souvenir, reads the situation

“you ready?” jaehyun asked as he watched you stumble past the building doors, a ridiculous amount of bags hanging off your shoulders.

“yeah, got everything.” you nodded, struggling to make your way to his car with all the weight you carried.

“i would’ve gone up to help you if you told me you were bringing your entire apartment,” he mumbled with a small smile, reaching to grab some of the bags.

“no need,” you assured, visibly relaxing at the new lack of weight. “i’m just ready to leave.”

the man finished putting all your luggage in the trunk of his car, securing it before opening the passenger seat door for you.

“you like the beach that much?” amusement clearly tinted voice, and you were glad he was in a good mood.

“yeah, i’m a big sun enthusiast.” you smiled and climbed into the car, waiting for him to do the same thing.

“really? i wouldn’t have known” he joked as he put on his seatbelt, leaning in to buckle yours up as well.

he watched as your cheeks tinted in embarrassment, finding it to be the cutest thing he had ever seen. you were really the epitome of pretty, and he couldn’t understand what he had ever done to deserve your company by his side.

“very funny,” you mocked, settling back to normal after the flustering action. “i call aux, by the way.”

“sure, whatever,” he smiled, beginning to drive once you were all ready to go.

the drive to the beach was long, a good two hours to get to a more secluded area where you could be calm and alone. it had been filled with laughs and conversation, something that had been so incredibly rare in jaehyun’s life until you came along and brightened everything up for him.

“jae?” you called, breaking the silence you had been in as you laid on the sand, taking up as much sun as you could.

“hmm?” he hummed, mentally preparing for one of the stupid theories you always came up with when you were silent.

“why were you at the terrace that day?” you asked, and his body tensed up immediately.

that he hadn’t prepared for.

“the night before you left?” you clarified, taking his lack of an answer as him not remembering what you were talking away.

he stayed silent for a couple seconds before taking a deep breath, wracking his brain for an answer.

there were so many things he’d like to say. he’d love to tell you about his nightmares, the terrors, the fear that ate him from the inside out whenever he dared to believe he could sleep alone.

but he couldn’t do it. he wasn’t ready to let you in.

not when you could get tainted by his darkness while trying to get him out. not when he knew you and your complex of always needing to help everyone around you. not when you would stay and get absorbed by it.

not when you could still prove him wrong and leave.

so instead, he deflected. he knew how to do that a little too well.

“why were you there?”

the monotone tone of his voice told you everything you needed to know, absolutely nothing.

because he wasn’t ready to let you in, and you would be sure to be there for him until he was.

“i watched a horror movie and couldn’t sleep,” you began, and jaehyun could finally let out the breath he was holding.

he's a no thought, record shop, slutty on occasion she's a night in rome

days had passed since the last time jaehyun had talked to you. since the day he fucked up so irrevocably that he was sure he had absolutely no way to recover.

or since you saw him stumble into his house, drunk out of his mind and with a random girl almost clinging to his neck.

the guilt was eating him from the inside ever since that happened, and he couldn’t even fathom the thought of even talking to you. so he didn’t for a while, and then he felt guilty about not talking to you, so it became a vicious cycle that was destroying him more than he thought.

you hadn’t reached out either, so he had gotten to the conclusion that he was better off dead.

well, maybe not that much, but still.

he couldn’t stop thinking about you, even if he tried to drown out his thoughts with alcohol and compulsive record shopping, which was hurting his wallet more than it could take.

all of that was evident in his mind as he walked into the record shop once again, smiling at the cashier before immersing himself in the rows of old vinyls. it worked for about two seconds before the bell rang, indicating another customer.

“good morning!”

his body froze on the spot, hands going still. he knew that voice too well. he knew your voice too well.

his heart began beating loud enough for him to feel it in his ears, his personal alarm system blearing like he had just encountered death itself.

he listened to you talk to the cashier animatedly for a couple seconds, realizing you most likely had no idea of his presence in the room. and he intended to keep it that way, so he slipped quietly through the aisles, being only two away when your voice sounded again.

“jaehyun?”

he shut his eyes for a couple seconds, debating if he should just act like he hadn't heard you before deciding to turn around and face you.

“yn, hi,” he said, voice strained.

“how are you? i haven’t seen you in a minute” you smiled, and his eyebrows furrowed. why weren’t you acting mad at him after what he did?

“i’m okay… how are you?” he asked hesitatingly.

“well, i’m fine,” you shrugged, your smile not quite reaching your eyes. “i’ve missed you, though.”

his entire world seemed to crash down on him because of your words. how could you ever miss him?

“you have?” his voice came out sadder than he intended it to, and he swore he could see something sad flicker in your eyes.

“of course, why wouldn’t i? you disappeared just like that.” you said, voice softer than ever, laced with betrayal. his eyes flickered to your hands, watching how you nervously picked at the skin of your fingers.

guilt.

“is it…” you spoke again tentatively. “is it because i saw you with that girl?” his eyes were still on your fingers, beginning to grow worried that you could hurt yourself

guilt.

he was beginning to drown; his breath labored and heavy as if someone sat on his chest. he knew something like this would happen. that he would hurt you, because nothing good could come out of being close to him.

your voice was nothing but a muffled sound by this point, his mind cloudy as his chest began to hurt. fuck, was he really about to panic in the middle of a record shop simply because you were confronting him?

“i hope you know i don’t mind,” you spoke, and that made his gaze flicker to your face. what? he didn’t think he was listening correctly. everything was moving way too fast, so much that he missed the realization set on your face.

“jae, are you okay?” you asked, still picking at your nails while your expression turned into a worried one.

“you’re hurting yourself, don’t do that,” he answered and took your hand in his, his vision tunneled completely.

“okay, i won’t, but i need you to breathe please,” you nodded, letting him interlace your fingers and squeezing his hand. “everything is okay, i’m here.”

jaehyun closed his eyes and tried to focus on the sound of your voice and the feeling of your hand squeezing his own, taking deep breaths until his heart rate went down and little by little, his consciousness was back.

“jae?” you called, squeezing his hand again.

“yeah, i’m here” he nodded, having to gather courage before looking at you again. “sorry about that… uhm, it just kind of happens sometimes.”

“you have nothing to apologize for,” you gave him a reassuring smile. “not for anything, i’m not mad at you.”

he felt his body relaxed automatically at the sound of those words. “you aren’t?”

you shook your head, your thumb caressing his knuckles. “you’ve never owed me anything, you know… we aren’t together.”

oh.

“i know that, but i just thought-” he interrupted himself before he said something he shouldn't.

“i know, i thought so too,” you muttered, seconds before shrugging. “but we’re good, i promise.”

he searched for any sign of hesitation in your eyes, finding nothing but honesty.

“we’re good,” he breathed out, nodding as he felt relief wash through his body.

“just... don’t run away again, please,” you asked, your voice soft. “i don’t think i can take one more time.”

jaehyun found himself nodding as he pulled you into his arms, nothing short of desperate to have you close. “i won’t, i promise i won’t.”

your arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him impossibly closer. “good.” you mumbled. “now we should get out of this place.”

“yeah… does italian sound good?” he asked, his hand going up to caress your hair.

“yeah, sure.”

he's a piece of work, dirty shirt, needs evaluation she's a pinkie up, pixie cut with plenty motivation

“jaehyun, someone is here to see you!” johnny’s voice blared through the garage, causing a smile on jaehyun’s face immediately.

there was only one person that would go see him at work; only one person he wanted to see.

“tell her to come in!” he yelled back, adjusting one last piece before rolling out of the car, just in time to watch you come in. “hey, pretty.”

“hey, jae” you smiled, walking towards him with a huge smile on your face.

“what are you doing here?” he sat up and grabbed a rag from the floor, whipping the oil from his hands.

“just wanted to see you and bring you some food,” you smiled, showing him the bag you carried and plopping down next to him on the floor.

“you’re going to get your clothes dirty,” he teased, grabbing the bag from your hands and leaning in to kiss your cheek as a thank you.

“we’ll be matching then.” you winked at him playfully, making him roll his eyes with endearment. “though i think i won’t get to where you are unless i go lay down under a car for a bit.”

“you planning on finishing my job?” he raised an eyebrow, amused.

“it surely can’t be that hard, what are you doing?” you asked, a slight cocky tone in your voice.

“changing a catalytic converter, easy money,” he laughed as he began eating.

“sure, easy money,” you nodded, very obviously having no clue of what he was saying.

“i can show you how to do it when i’m done, if you want,” he spoke, mouth full as he ate like he had been starving for days.

“sure, i’ve always wanted to learn how to change a catalytic converter. it’s at the very top of my to-do list.” you said sarcastically, making him snort.

“i thought so, yeah,” he nodded amusingly as he left aside the package of the food.

“very well, teacher, show me.” you clapped your hands, ready to do whatever he said.

“someone’s eager to learn,” he teased.

“i just want to use the rolly thingy,” you pointed at the device.

“the ‘rolly thingy’ is called a creeper,” he lectured, pulling it to him. “come on, lay down.”

you did as he told you to, ignoring his lesson and letting out a small laugh when he pushed you under the car, following after you seconds later.

“do you actually want me to explain what i’m doing?” he asked, looking at you with fond eyes.

“not really, i really just wanted to use this thing,” you chuckled.

“i knew it,” he laughed, turning his head back to where he needed to continue working. “at least keep talking, i need entertainment.

“do i look like a clown to you, asshole?” you asked, swatting at his arm.

“yeah, more or less.”

“bitch, you’re so mean,” you laughed, settling back on the creeper. “did i ever tell you i had a pixie cut when i was little?”

“hmm, did you now?” he asked, focused on his work but still listening.

“yeah, my brother called me a boy for like a year,” you snorted, beginning a story that jaehyun knew would be long.

he's a whiskey drinking, barely thinking, got no destination she's a plane ride home

jaehyun was bored. so, so bored.

he hadn’t gone out in a long time, having promised himself he would try to get away from that scene. partly for him, and partly for you, because you didn’t deserve being near someone that turned to alcohol when things got hard.

however, maybe you could bear being with someone who turned to it when things got extremely fucking bored.

he wasn’t used to being alone at parties, always having a girl who was at least good enough to entertain him for the night. but he didn’t want them anymore, he only had one person in mind, and she had deemed herself too busy to attend the club mark had dragged him to.

so he had nothing going on but the drinks that kept flowing on the table as he laughed with his friends, watching their poor attempts to pick up girls.

“so, you’re not getting with anyone anymore?” yuta asked from his place on the booth, his girlfriend cuddled up to his side.

“nah, not interested,” jaehyun replied, just realizing how dizzy he felt when it was his turn to speak.

“is it about your neighbor?” the girl asked, watching him with a fond smile.

“yeah, i guess you could say that,” he smiled, the simple mention of you making his chest warm.

teasing began flowing from all corners of the table, as well as more and more alcohol.

enough alcohol to have jaehyun stumble out of the bar, struggling to keep himself upright. he sat down on the sidewalk, his back hitting the wall as a cigarette made its way to his lips.

“oh, hi” a feminine voice caught his attention, his eyes moving from the high heels all the way up to an unknown face.

“hi?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing as he looked up at her.

“are you here alone?” she asked, hand tangling on her hair and twirling it.

“don’t see anyone else around me,” he scoffed, pulling out his phone from his pocket to pretend to be doing something. he was drunk, but not ever drunk enough for you to leave his mind for a second.

“well, do you want to change that?” she asked, and he felt genuinely sorry for the fact that girls had to go through this so much.

“yeah,” he nodded, watching her smile light up for a second. “my girlfriend is coming to get me.”

the words sounded so well when he said them that he wished they were true.

he watched her scoff and walk away, gaze lowering to the screen once again. your contact picture stared back at him, making him smile softly.

he took his phone to his ear and heard it ring for a few seconds until your voice came from the other side. “jae?”

“hey, ynnie” he smiled, voice softly and evidently tied with the shots he had taken “why are you still awake?”

“i’m still studying,” you said, and he could hear the smile on your face. “why are you?”

“i’m sitting on the sidewalk of the club,” he said, pushing the cigarette but onto the pavement. “i miss you.”

“do you now?” you chuckled from the other side, and he felt his heart soar in his chest at the sound.

“mhm, i really wish you were here,” he mumbled, feeling a little flustered.

“want me to go get you?” you smiled, already getting your keys from the table.

“you would do that?” his voice sounded so soft that you felt like melting.

“of course, just send me your location.”

he did as he was asked and stayed on the phone the whole drive, not hanging up until he physically saw you get out of your car and approach him.

“hi, cutie,” you smiled, standing in front of him.

“hi pretty,” he smiled back, standing up and engulfing you in his arms.

“did something happen?” you asked, hand going up to his hair to caress it softly.

“some girl tried to get with me” he spoke, the disgust evident in his voice. “but i told her my girlfriend was coming to get me.”

your heart stopped for a second at his words, finding him completely adorable.

“well, i’m here. let’s go home.”

and I believe they're meant to be something, somehow, someday

the sound of the rain echoed through the room as you laid in bed, your nails scratching the skin of jaehyun’s back as his arms were wrapped around your torso. his entire body was laid on top of yours, his face hidden in the crook of your neck where he left soft kisses from time to time.

“baby?” he asked, breaking the comfortable silence you had found yourselves in for a while.

“yeah?” you asked, not stopping with the caresses.

“have you ever regretted anything with me?” he asked, his voice sounding scared and hesitating.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. why would he ever think that?

you believed you had never acted any way that would make him think so, but you knew him. you knew how insecure he could get and how hard he was on himself.

“never, not a single time.” you assured, resuming the tender touches on his skin. “i would get a thousand white shirts ruined if i had to.”

you felt a small smile pressed to your neck as you moved your hand up to his hair.

“even when i made you go through hell and back?” he asked again, seeking the reassurance he knew you could give him.

“you didn’t put me through hell and back, jae,” you scoffed a small laugh. “i waited for you like i’d wait for anything good in life.”

“i never thought i could deserve anyone like you,” he mumbled, moving away to roll off to his side, levelling up to your face to look into your eyes. “a fucking angel, if you will.”

“you deserve absolutely everything good that has ever existed,” you smiled, taking your hand to his cheek to give him tender caresses.

“that’s why i have you,” he smiled and leaned into your palm, tilting his face to leave a small kiss on it.

“you’re so corny,” you chuckled, leaning in to kiss his forehead. following with a kiss on the tip of his nose, his cheeks, his eyelids and ending the tour on his lips.

“only for you, though.” jaehyun muttered, pushing himself on his arm to hover over you. “because you’re everything that's good in the world, the literal manifestation of perfection.”

“i’m many things, but i’m not perfect,” you answered, your eyes still trained on him.

“you’re perfect for me,” his voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned down to nuzzle his nose with yours, grazing your lips together.

“i’m glad you think so,” your voice matched his tone while you put your hand on his chest, pushing it softly until he was back on the bed.

“i have since the first day i met you.” his hands traveled to your waist, pulling you closer to his body. “when you told me my shoes were untied; when you called me to fix your sink; when you had to deal with me running away and having panic attacks at the record store.”

his gaze was so adoring, so incredibly soft.

“i would do that a thousand times,” you assured, leaning down to kiss him again.

“and i would do you a thousand times,” he suggested, eyebrows moving up and down as he pulled you over his body.

“oh my god, you’re so annoying,” you chuckled, joining your lips for a deeper kiss.

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