#nct127 jeong jaehyun

[florawrites-blog]

Maybe you can

He saw you again at a Bureau function, your presence impossible to ignore. You were the center of attention, laughing, engaging, alive. Something about your energy drew him in, despite his better judgment. "Jaehyun," you greeted him, your tone teasing, "still playing the cold, untouchable agent, I see." He raised an eyebrow. "And you're still as infuriating as ever." You smiled, a real, genuine smile that seemed to thaw something inside him. "Good to see you too." Against his will, he found himself drawn into conversation with you. The initial hostility between you had transformed into a sharp, playful banter. He hated how much he enjoyed it, how much he wanted to be near you. --- One late night, you were both working in the Bureau, the silence of the empty halls only broken by the soft hum of machinery. Jaehyun was reviewing files when he saw you passing by, a look of frustration on your face. "Problem?" he asked, surprising even himself. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Just some paperwork. Nothing I can't handle." He stood up, walking over to you. "Let me see." For a moment, you seemed taken aback, but you handed him the file. Your hands brushed, a spark of electricity passing between you. As he read through the documents, you watched him, your expression softening. "Thanks," you said quietly. He nodded, handing the file back. "Anytime." As you walked away, Jaehyun realized that something had indeed changed in him. He still found you infuriating, challenging, maddening. But now, there was a warmth to those feelings, a desire to be near you, to understand you. He had always believed no one could meet his standards, that no one was in his league. But you, with your fire and defiance, had proven him wrong. And as much as he hated you for disrupting his orderly world, he wanted you in it, more than anything. Jaehyun watched you disappear down the corridor, a small, genuine smile playing on his lips. For the first time in his life, the prophecy he had set for himself seemed less certain, and he was more than willing to embrace the unknown with you by his side.

[johnjaennie]

the world moves too fast for jaehyun 🌀

[bang-chan-my-man]

nct jaehyun ~

[jjaehyunnxie]

Tease

mean!dom!jaehyun x bratty!reader, where jaehyun clearly had enough of your teasing attitude and tries to put you back into your place.

! MDNI, lots of teases, begging, jaehyun's a little mean but also yn is asking for it.

The car ride was silent. Too silent. The only sound filling up the space between you being the roar of the engine. Jaehyun was clearly pissed. And he had all the right to be. You gave him all those suggestive looks during your romantic outing. Sucking on your straw a bit too slowly, sticking out your tongue to guide your fork to your mouth and then licking the white cream of the pasta off your lips, all while keeping that eye contact that made his pants suddenly a little too tight.

He warned you. Several times. "Keep looking at me like that, princess, and I won't go easy on you." he'd say, looking at you up through his glasses as he took a sip of his black coffee. His warning should've made a chill run through your spine, maybe make you sit up straight and fix your dress's collar that's exposing a bit too much; But really, the only thing that his low warning did was stir you up even more. Anticipation swarming in your stomach and pooled below your abdomen. Not go easy on you? What was he referring to? Were you about to be punished real bad? Maybe you should just keep going.

In your defence, he was very entertaining to tease. The way his brows would furrow, giving you those looks like he wasn't buying your innocent acts. Or the way his hands would scrunch up into fists, trying to cling to any possible thing that could distract him from the painful erection below the table. And the pure excitement blooming in your chest as you try to push him over the edge. Make him so desperate and blinded by lust and the need to just have you. Jaehyun was definitely fun to play around with.

And now, with how focused he was on the road, how his hands gripped the steering wheel and how he'd shift his hips, pushing them forward slightly to maybe ease the tightness just a bit, he was all the more tempting. How could you resist?

You gave him a soft glance, making sure he's oblivious to your plan. Then, your hand slowly sneaked up to his thigh, riding up slowly. His hips bucked forward instinctively, a shaky breath escaping his lips. "Fucking hell, woman. Do you want me to crash the car with you?" he asked through gritted teeth, trying his absolute best to keep his eyes on the road. "Why? You're too distracted?" you cooed. His foot pressed further on the acceleration pedal, his goal shifting not only from getting the two of you home, but to finally get you somewhere where he can have you all for himself, without eyes to bask in what's his.

Jaehyun's free hand grips your wrist, shoving it back in your lap before he wraps his fingers on your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh. "Sit there and be a good girl until we get home, or else." he warns again, a faint smirk on his lips. He was enjoying this. But you weren't about to give up just yet. Your hands move his a bit higher, his pinky grazing over the hem of your tight skirt. He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. Then, he parks the car carefully, exiting the car in a rush. He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, giving your ass a harsh slap, which makes you yelp and giggle softly in anticipation.

"You really don't know when to stop, huh?" he says darkly, carrying you to the bedroom and tossing you on the bed. Your eyes sparkled as you saw how worked up you got him. Two of his fingers hook on his tie, pulling it undone with little resolve left. He falls over you, catching his body with his hand before he leans in, capturing your lips in a hungry and needy kiss. His tongue licked your lips, asking softly to part them. And when you do, he groans, lapping at your tongue in desperation, as if he's been starved for days.

Your hands slither to his bulge to cup it but he catches your sneaky hands with a smirk. "You fucking minx." he remarks, his voice melodically low in your ears, sending a shiver down your spine. With a swift motion, he pins your wrists above your head with his hand, his grip firm. "I think you've teased me enough, hm? It's my turn now." he growls, his fingers hooking under the bottom hem of your skirt, riding it up and exposing your damp underwear. He groans as he rubs his thumb on your inner thigh, making you tremble.

Jaehyun's eyes bask in the way your brows furrow in frustration as he purposefully makes you feel exposed without giving you what you really need. His hand reaches back up to the back of your head, pulling you into another deep kiss as his hips settle between your legs. He grinds his bulge slowly, right in between your thighs. You gasp, back arching as you try to find more friction. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To get me so hard.." he trails off, taking a deep breath to calm down his urges, "so hard I can't even think straight? This was your entire plan, right?" he accentuates his 'this' by giving your damp heat a rough thrust, the tip of his bulge pushing gently into your hole. Layers of cloth separating the two of you yet the situation was so tender and intimate, you could've come right then and there.

When he hears soft whimpers, curses and quiet 'just like that's slip from your lips, his eyes narrow, his grip on your wrists tightening with his fingers digging into your fragile hands. "Fucking hell...You really want to kill me, don't you?" he growls. With one hand, he unbuckles his belt, the clinking sound of the metal making you lick your lips. His pants fall to his knees before he throws them on the floor. Jaehyun releases your wrists, with a rough, "Strip." And you didn't have to be told twice, your fingers swiftly unzipping your skirt and pushing it down along with your pretty pink underwear, tossing it aside as it meets the same fate as his pants.

He groans at the sight of your wet pussy as he eagerly slides off his boxers as well, letting his painfully hard dick be released. "I'm gonna get my fucking revenge on you, you cunning little thing." he says through gritted teeth, rubbing the head of his cock across your slit and around your clit. You pant, your poor little cunt clenching over nothing as it just gushes over him, almost sucking him in when he grazes over your hole. "Ah-ah-ah" he says teasingly, holding your hips in place when you try to move your hips, to maybe, just maybe, make him slip inside you. You whine when you don't get what you want, wiggling in his grasp. "Are you a spoiled brat who throws tantrums when she doesn't have it her way?" he says with a displeased expression. His fingers dig into your hips. "Stay fucking still." he commands, his voice rumbling in his chest.

You freeze as he continues his torturous teasing. He sees the way you bite your lip and how your brows furrow in frustration. "Please..." you begin, the word falling a bit more needier than you intended. He raises an eyebrow, smirking, "Please what?" he asks, a little too calm for your liking. He shifts the tip of his cock to your hole, probing it gently. "Please, just..." you trail of as your chest heaves, "just put it in."

He clicks his tongue, not satisfied. "You can do better than that." he coos, leaning down to plant kisses on your collarbone and trailing them down to the bit of chest you exposed to him the whole dinner. You take a deep breath, "I'm sorry, okay? I won't do it again, I promise. But please..." you swallow hard, "you can hate me all you want but pleaseee just put it in."

He chuckles, licking his lips as he takes in your pleading face. Slowly, the tip of his dick slips in, earning a gasp from you. Expecting him to keep pushing further, you look up at him, confused. He raises his eyebrows defensively, that smug grin spread wide on his face. "What? You never specified what to put in, right?"

You groan in frustration. He's insufferable. He can see just how horny he got you, made you beg and he's still not letting you take the whole hand? He chuckles at your expression. "Besides, it's not like you deserve my whole cock yet, right? You gotta earn it, baby." Jaehyun says smoothly, his words warm and gentle, a stark contrast with how his teasing makes you lose your mind.

He continuously takes the tip out and slips it back in, never pushing it even an inch deeper. He can feel your inviting walls flutter around him and it strokes his ego so nicely. Knowing that just the head of his cock is enough to get you dripping and spasming. He looks into you eyes and basks in how sexually frustrated you're getting.

Finally having enough, you wrap your legs around his waist, puling him closer, making him slip the entire length in you. His brows furrow as he groans softly. "You fucking slut..." he breathes out through gritted teeth, propping himself up to see you better. "You want it that badly? You're that fucking desperate for my cock that you just can't wait a few more seconds?" his eyes narrow, clearly pissed, but there's a soft raise in one corner of his mouth which tells you he loves how bold you are.

His hand grips one of your thighs tightly, lifting the leg and resting it on his shoulder as he starts to pound into you. "If you're such a fucking impatient whore then take it. Take it like the good girl you are.." he groans, the wet sounds of his balls slapping against your ass with every rough thrust, the head of his cock hitting that sweet spot deliciously.

Jaehyun hums, leaning down to graze his teeth across your soft skin, biting gently. His hands unbutton your shirt, setting those plump breasts that eyed him the whole time, finally being able to squeeze them. "Fucking hell, you feel so good around me." he grunts, his fingers digging into your soft boobs.

Your hands wrap around his back, feeling that knot in your stomach getting tighter. "J-Jae..." you warn softly, but he picked up on your nearing release before you did. Your cunt fluttered around him with every thrust, clenching occasionally when he'd whisper something dirty in your ear.

"You gonna come, pretty girl? Do it. Do it, now, baby...fuck...milk my fucking cock." he grunts, his pace and steadiness never faltering. With one final hard thrust, he feels your poor little cunt clamping onto him like a vice, body shuddering under his as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. His brows knit as he releases inside of you with a low grunt. His strong hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place so you don't squirm away from the oversensitivity.

Endless praises and pleased hums escape Jaehyun's lips as he helps you ride out both of your highs, his fingers easing their clasp on the plush of your hips. "Such a good fucking girl..." he says through gritted teeth, his thrusting slowing down as you can feel it softening in you.

He pulls out slowly, your spasming hole gushing out his hot seed, making him groan softly. "Look at that..." he mumbles to himself, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your inner thighs, spreading them apart softly, letting the warm liquid pour out onto the sheets. Seeing your eyes half lidded and almost closing, he feels a surge of protectiveness. He pats you down with wet tissues, knowing you're too tired to take a shower but not wanting you to wake up with your thighs sticky. According extra care to your sensitive area, making sure to not be too rough.

Jaehyun leans in gently, his warm breath against your ear, "I love you so much. You're so great for me always.." he knows you're probably half asleep now, maybe even in dream land, but as if he didn't just show you his feelings by making love to you, he had to say it explicitly as well.

[peterm4rker]

(𐙚⋆.˚) something, somehow, someday

⋆ 𐙚 ⭑.ᐟ [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. 

guilt.

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.

guilt.

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.

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.

𐙚 blue's corner ;; oh hi.... this was supposed to be a short little fic to feed you guys after being gone for so long but then i got entertained. anyways i miss him pls bring him back to me 𐙚 taglist ;; @neozon3nha @winwintea @spacejip @dudekiss3r @yizhrt @lyvhie @mae3xoxo 𐙚 back to the masterlist. 𐙚 please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!!

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[jungwnies]

syn ' he's your husband, but not by choice. maybe it can work? maybe it'll always be a contract. pairing ' gn!reader x husband!jaehyun

this is definitely one of my favorite one shots i've ever written

“how can you even stay with someone who doesn’t even love you?” is the number one asked question.

you didn’t want to marry jaehyun, but you did. but part of you did like him, he wasn’t like other rich boys.

he didn’t go behind your back and cheat on you, he didn’t leave you at home on business trips. he would talk to you, ask you how your day was, and he never kept you trapped in your own home.

he gave you freedom, he didn’t even care if you wanted to sleep with another guy.

his effort was his no limit credit card; but yeah it’s true. how did you like someone who didn’t love you?

it was one of those days, where he’d come home late, and just get into bed after showering without saying another word.

you always wondered why the two of you would sleep in the same bed but not touch each other.

but it was odd, he didn’t say good night like he usually did.

you never pry, bur this time you were curious, “long day?” you whisper turning towards him.

jaehyun hums in response.

you look at jaehyun’s sleepy eyes, you always knew he was handsome. so you always wondered why you couldn’t love him like he was your husband.

“do you like me?” jaehyun asks, in a low voice.

“hm?” you respond.

“someone told me i should just let you go today.” jaehyun tells you, opening his eyes. “am i bad to you?”

you shake your head, “no, you’re not.”

“how come you haven’t asked for a divorce?” jaehyun asks.

you shrug, “i guess part of me wonders what we’ll be in the future.”

“what do you mean?”

“i just wonder, if we stay together maybe we’ll be able to love each other like a real married couple.” you tell him, with a smile.

jaehyun chuckles, “i’ve wondered that too.”

— time skip

after that conversation everything changed; he changed.

usually when you came home you’d be alone for a few hours, but today was different.

the house was scented with a different aroma, food.

you walk into the kitchen, jaehyun in an apron, and a few things cooking in the stove.

you take off your coat and hang it behind a chair before greeting him, “i’m surprised you’re home.”

jaehyun laughs and stirs the pot, “i want to make this work, have a seat.”

you sit down at the island counter and watch him cook, he brings over the wooden spoon straight from the pot and puts it to your mouth, “have a taste.”

you taste the soup and nod, “this is actually really good, how come this is the first time you’re cooking for me?”

jaehyun leans over the counter and pecks your lips, the first time since the wedding. it wasn’t awkward, but it felt different.

his cheeks turn a shade of red, as well as his ears.

you laugh at his cute reaction to kissing you, “you’re kinda cute, honestly.”

“shut up.” he tells you before turning around to tend to the food on the stove.

you know what, maybe this will work.

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NCT 127 as real things my drunk friends texted me (⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝)

✌♨Jaehyun / Mark/ Yuta / Johnny/ Jungwoo

[sunshyni]

vc está aceitando pedidos, sun? Se sim, pode fazer um sobre flamin hot lemon com o jae

Doce feito melancia

Jaehyun × Fem!Reader | Fluff | Meio Br!au acredito!

Notinha da Sun: é a minha fav do álbum 😔

Resumo: Jaehyun é maluquinho por você, mas você não tem certeza se ele realmente gosta de você. Como pode ele dizer o contrário sendo que já sabe que você é docinha feito melancia?

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Boa leitura, docinhos!! 🐚

As pessoas ao redor passavam confusas, sem entender muito bem o que acontecia entre você e Jaehyun. Em algum momento que você não sabia dizer exatamente, ele se ajoelhou diante de você, suas mãos buscando as suas, como se estivesse implorando por piedade e misericórdia, e, se olhasse de uma perspectiva dramática, poderia ser isso mesmo.

— Não sai com mais ninguém, fica comigo, para de fazer doce — ele pediu, e você desviou o olhar, mas, sem perceber, entrelaçou seus dedos com os dele. Vocês se conheciam há apenas um mês, mas ele já estava completamente obcecado por você, e você o adorava. Ele trabalhava em um dos quiosques da orla, sempre muito bonito com uma camisa branca, o colarinho de conchas característico e um sorriso bem receptivo. Você amava encontrá-lo nos períodos mais tranquilos, momentos em que ele aproveitava para revisar suas anotações da faculdade ou conversar com o pessoal do vôlei próximo dali.

A verdade é que, no último mês, vocês trocavam olhares e mais olhares. Acabaram se beijando ao entardecer, e Jaehyun te levou para o seu apartamento, próximo ao calçadão. Ele se despediu com pesar, desejando muito poder ficar e te conhecer um pouco mais, mas isso não demorou a acontecer. Dois dias depois, lá estava Jaehyun, no seu coração e na sua cama.

Jaehyun era charmoso demais, e ele mal tinha consciência disso. Era o jeito dele. Mas talvez você fosse um pouco paranoica e enxergasse flerte na maneira como ele cumprimentava as clientes. Pensando que o que vocês tinham não precisava de um rótulo, você aceitou sair para um encontro com Jeno, um dos garotos do vôlei, e Jaehyun quase chorou ao saber da notícia.

— Jaehyun, para de ser dramático, pelo amor de Deus — você disse, ajudando-o a se levantar, embora soubesse que não era necessário. Jaehyun fez um biquinho, parecendo uma criança birrenta, e você riu, achando a situação hilária. — Aceitei porque achei que o que a gente tinha era... casual?

— A gente nunca tocou nesse assunto, como você pôde ser tão precipitada, boba? — Ele admitiu, te puxando pela cintura e mantendo você próxima ao corpo dele. Beijou seu pescoço suavemente, inalando o doce perfume, meio inebriado por você. — E aquele babaca do Jeno não percebeu que a gente tá ficando?

— Talvez porque você pareça estar ficando com o mundo todo — você respondeu, agora era você quem estava com a carinha emburrada. Jaehyun sorriu e tocou seu queixo quando você desviou o olhar, fixando seus olhos nos dele.

— Ah, então você aceitou porque tá com ciúmes? E como pode me dizer que o que a gente tem é casual? — Ele questionou. Droga, ele ficava muito bonito à luz do sol... e à luz da noite também. Você não conseguia resistir a ele nem de dia, nem de manhã. Se tivesse que distinguir a parte cronológica através da sua atração por ele, não saberia separar um período do outro, jamais.

— Achei que você estivesse me enrolando — você sussurrou, e Jaehyun te beijou na boca sem aviso, rapidamente, um beijinho estalado só para trazer sua atenção de volta para os olhos dele.

— Você é muita areia pro meu caminhãozinho — aquilo te surpreendeu. Não esperava ouvir isso dele. Não que você fosse insegura, talvez em alguns pontos sim, mas tinha uma boa relação consigo mesma, com sua personalidade e aparência. Ainda assim, ouvir do cara que te fascinava que ele achava que você era muito pra ele te deixou meio derretida.

— Ah, para com isso — você uniu seus lábios aos dele. Jaehyun te abraçou forte, tanto que você precisou ficar nas pontas dos pés para acompanhá-lo. Envolveu o pescoço dele com os braços e só interrompeu o ósculo quando um dos colegas de Jaehyun o alertou sobre a presença de um cliente.

Ele cobriu seu rosto com uma infinidade de beijos, inspirou o cheiro da sua bochecha, que cheirava a protetor solar, e a beijou também. Você sorriu, quase cambaleante com tanto carinho.

Pertinho de você, Jaehyun não perdeu a oportunidade de sussurrar baixinho:

— A gente não pode viver num casinho — você concordou enquanto brincava com as conchinhas do colar. — Não agora que eu sei que você é doce feito melancia.

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Can't change me

Jaehyun strolled through the sleek, dimly lit corridors of the Bureau, his polished shoes echoing softly against the marble floor. His reputation as the Bureau's most charismatic and untouchable agent preceded him. Every glance cast his way was filled with admiration, longing, or envy. Women wanted him, men wanted to be him, but Jaehyun remained aloof, his standards and expectations towering above the reach of most. He believed in a prophecy of sorts—one that he had set for himself. No one was near his league, no one met his exacting standards. It wasn't arrogance, but a certainty he carried with him, like a shield against the world. Until today. "Jaehyun, we have a situation," his superior's voice crackled through the intercom. "The boss's daughter. She's been detained under... unfortunate circumstances. You're to bail her out." He frowned, a hint of annoyance crossing his otherwise impassive face. Babysitting wasn't his usual line of work, but an order was an order. He headed to the detention area, each step filled with reluctant duty. The cell block was stark, cold, and impersonal. Through the bars, he saw you, sitting on the hard bench, arms crossed, eyes filled with defiance. You were nothing like he had expected. The boss's daughter, caught in a web of misinformation. "Miss," he began, his voice even and devoid of warmth, "I'm here to get you out." You looked up, meeting his gaze with a fire that caught him off guard. "Took you long enough." Jaehyun's eyes narrowed slightly. "Let's not make this harder than it needs to be. Follow me." You stood up, brushing off your clothes. "Just because you're the Bureau's golden boy doesn't mean you get to order me around." His jaw tightened. He wasn't used to being challenged, especially not by someone he was supposed to help. "We can either do this the easy way, or you can stay here longer. Your choice." You glared at him but followed. The walk through the corridors was tense, silent, both of you radiating mutual dislike. As you stepped outside into the cool night air, you turned to him. "Thanks for the help. Not that I needed it." He almost rolled his eyes. "Clearly, you did." With that, he left you there, heading back inside, trying to shake off the strange irritation—and something else—that lingered after your encounter. --- Days turned into weeks, but Jaehyun couldn't shake you from his mind. He found himself thinking about you at odd times, wondering what you were doing, if you were alright. The intensity of his thoughts frustrated him. How could someone so infuriating be so captivating?

Pt2.

[johnjaennie]

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[meitinguan]

JAEHYUN [ J - The 1st Album ]

Smoke / Roses Flamin' Hot Lemon / Dandelion / Completely Easy / Can't Get You ​​​

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