#valentine with Jaehyun

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💋 VALENTINES WITH JAEHYUN

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ established relationship! jaehyun x reader

decided to do a little something something for jaehyun’s b-day and for valentines all at once 😚

Happy Valentine’s Day my loves and Happy Jaehyun Day!! 💖

divider credit @missroki 💌

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ JAEHYUN

this could honestly go both ways; either you celebrate both valentines and his birthday in one day or you choose to celebrate Valentine and his birthday separate depending how busy his schedule is

jaehyun always makes sure to ask you to be valentines the moment it’s Feb. 1, only once did it slip his mind…he learned his lesson there when you were about to sell him on Twitter 💀

for his birthday I feel like he would try not to make it a big deal but at the same time does just because he knows what some of the plans will be since he always ends up having last minute scheduling and wants to down his as much time as he can with you before said schedule

rarely do you guys have to reschedule things…but SM can be a pain in the ass so you guys always gotta make room for everything

honestly for moments where you do have to reschedule, he just brings you along with him. man don’t care about the public cause at this point SM is literally asking for it 💆🏻

everyday leading up to v-day he writes you hand written notes about the things he loves about you 💌

let’s be honest here…Jae is a BIG romantic fellow when he wants to be. like yeah he’s all shy and flustered about it but it’s what makes you love him and it makes you wanna squish him for how cute he’s being

i see his ears turning red the whole time just because he’s that shy about it :( such a cutie

the sex; oh my gods it’s intimate and passionate as fuck!!! literally what you both will be waiting for by the end of the day (if y’all can even make it to the end of the day)

jaehyun would seriously buy you sexy pieces of clothing just to end up ripping it off of you 🤪

“I’ll buy you new one baby don’t worry.”

literally would tell you this just so you’re not worrying about the fact that he “wasted” his money like that (man could care less because he’s pleasing both of y’all)

Okay but the after care???? honestly one of the best things he ever does for you 😩🫶🏼

Always getting you water, making sure you’re okay, giving you a well needed shower cause babes y’all were nasty nasty that night WHEW 😜

“You did so good for me baby.”

like UGHHHHHHH man makes me feral honestly

if you’re feeling up for it, he would carry you to the living room and make y’all food 🥹

you would protest that this was supposed to be his day and you would be the one doing everything for him but he would always brush you off and tell you that he loves taking care of you even if it is his day

get married at this point folks cause I would 😭💍

honestly…he would propose

and I KNOW it will be out of the blue 💀 like you’re just chilling in the living room eating ramen together, watching what’s every playing on the tv.

“we should get married.”

YOU WILL LITERALLY CHOKE ON THE NODDLE 😭😭

“W-what!?”

“I mean why not? I don’t think it’s a bad idea..do you?”

the puppy eyes he would give you

literally like this 🥺🙏🏼

how could you say no???

had to make a little post for our Valentine’s boy Jaehyun 🥰

first time I do something like this and I’m honestly thinking of doing more like this cause this was fun 🤭

Lemme know what y’all think! Should I make more posts like this 🤔???

Much love 🖤

— mochi 💌

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・── completely .ᐟ (J.JH)

(재현) ; fem!reader x jeong jaehyun

──in which jaehyun is patient and loves you completely.

genre. fluff, little angst. romance. ; tags. loving!jaehyun x hardtolove!reader. jaehyun sweetest boy. words of affirmation. jaehyun basically reassuring reader he’s not going anywhere.; w.c. 1.6k

the room was dimly lit, the soft hum of your record player filling the quiet space between you. jaehyun sits across from you on the floor, his back against the couch, one arm resting on his knee as he watches you with that unreadable expression—the one that makes your heart beat a little faster every time.

“what?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

his lips curve into a lazy smile. “your favorite love song,” he pipes, tilting his head. “tell me.”

you hesitate, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. “why?”

he leans forward, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. his fingers linger just long enough to make your breath catch. “cause i wanna sing it with you.”

your heart stutters even more if it was even possible.

you swallow, pretending to think, but the truth is, you already know the answer. it’s the song you play when you’re alone, when you let yourself get lost in daydreams you won’t admit out loud.

you say the title, barely audible, and jaehyun grins like he just won a game you didn’t know you were playing.

he grabs his phone, scrolling until the melody begins to play, then shifts closer, close enough that your shoulders touch.

“sing with me,” he murmurs.

baby, tell me your favorite love song i wanna sing it with you

jaehyun’s fingers trace slow, absentminded patterns along your arm as you lie beside him, the room bathed in soft, golden light. neither of you speak for a moment, just breathing in the quiet, the warmth of each other’s presence.

then, his voice comes, low and gentle. “tell me something you’ve never told anyone.”

you swallow, turning to face him. “why?”

he shifts, propping himself up on one elbow, his gaze steady. “because i want to know you,” he says simply. “all of you. not just the easy parts.”

your chest tightens.

it’s one thing to show someone the pieces of yourself that are whole—the smiles, the laughter, the carefully put-together parts. but this? the things you’d rather leave hidden? that’s different.

still, jaehyun waits, patient as ever, like he has all the time in the world.

so you take a breath, hesitating before you speak. you tell him about the things you don’t say out loud—the fears, the insecurities, the past that still lingers in the corners of your mind. your voice wavers, but he doesn’t look away, doesn’t let go of your hand.

when you finally stop, the silence stretches between you, and for a second, you wonder if you’ve said too much.

but then jaehyun exhales, his grip tightening around your fingers. “thank you,” he murmurs. “for trusting me with that.”

you blink. “now you can’t leave, because you know.” you half-tease. but he stays serious in his response.

he gives you a small, knowing smile before pressing his forehead to yours. “never.”

take it right from the start tell me who you are every piece of your heart every bruise and scar

it was a quiet night, as you lay curled up against jaehyun. his arm is warm around you, his chest steady beneath your cheek, and for once, your mind isn’t racing—just slowing, settling into the comfort of him.

until he speaks.

“you’re thinking too much.”

you huff, tilting your head up to look at him. “maybe i just enjoy using my brain.”

he grins. “dangerous habit.”

you flick his arm, earning a low chuckle, but the moment lingers.

“what were you actually thinking about?” he asks, quieter now.

you hesitate, fingers mindlessly tracing the fabric of his shirt. “just… wondering how we got here.”

jaehyun hums, nodding like he’s deep in thought. “well, first, you annoyed me. then, you continued to annoy me. and somewhere along the way, i decided i liked it.”

you scoff, pushing at his chest, but he catches your hand before you can pull away. his fingers curl around yours, grounding, steady.

“hey,” he says, more serious now, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. “i know what you mean. but this isn’t some dream or lucky accident.” his gaze holds yours, unwavering. “it’s real. and i’m gonna prove it to you—every second, every day.”

your heart stumbles, warmth creeping up your neck.

you try to play it off, rolling your eyes. “that’s a lot of pressure, don’t you think?”

jaehyun smirks, leaning in, his voice a teasing murmur against your skin. “nah. i’m pretty good at it.”

when he kisses your temple, pulling you even closer, you choose to trust him.

every second from now i’m gonna love completely

jaehyun doesn’t say anything at first. he just watches you, eyes soft but unreadable, as you sit curled up on the couch, arms wrapped around your knees.

you’ve been quiet and distant all night.

he doesn’t push. doesn’t demand an explanation. but when you exhale a little too sharply, pressing the heels of your palms against your eyes, he shifts closer.

“let me in,” he murmurs.

you shake your head. “it’s not that easy.”

his hand finds yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “it doesn’t have to be.”

your throat tightens. you don’t want to weigh him down, don’t want to dump all of this—the exhaustion, the stress, the things you don’t know how to fix—onto him. they weren’t his problems, and you didn’t want them to be

but jaehyun just squeezes your hand, like he already knows what you’re thinking.

“you don’t have to carry it alone,” he says, voice low, certain. “whatever it is. however heavy it feels.”

you swallow. “i don’t want you to feel like you have to—”

“i want to,” he interrupts, his grip firm but gentle. “i don’t care how heavy it is. i’ll carry it too.”

the words settle into your chest, something cracking open just enough to let him in.

don’t care how heavy the hurt is i wanna carry it too

good times

laughter spills between you as jaehyun wraps his arms around your waist in the kitchen, the scent of something slightly burnt lingering in the air. the dinner you attempted to cook together had ended in disaster, but neither of you cared. not when your arms found their way around his neck, not when his deep chuckle vibrated against your skin as he pulled you closer.

“this is your fault,” you tease, a smile spreading across your face.

he grins, leaning down until his nose brushes yours. “pretty sure you were the one who set off the smoke alarm.”

you swat at his chest, but he only catches your wrist, pressing a featherlight kiss to your knuckles. “good times, huh?” he murmurs, his voice warm, easy.

you nod, heart swelling. “the best.”

bad times.

the door clicks shut behind you, but the silence lingers, heavy and suffocating. you sit on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around yourself as if that’ll hold you together. jaehyun kneels in front of you, his hands reaching, hesitant, before resting gently on your knees.

“talk to me,” he says softly, looking up at you.

your throat tightens. “i don’t know what to say.”

he doesn’t push. doesn’t rush. just stays there, his presence steady, unwavering.

“you don’t have to say anything,” he murmurs. “but don’t shut me out.”

your eyes sting, the weight of everything pressing against your chest. he squeezes your thighs gently, grounding you.

“i’m here,” he continues, voice steady, sure. “for all of it. the good, the bad, the days that don’t make sense. you don’t have to go through it alone.”

your breath stutters.

“i love you.” he says softly.

he means it. he always does.

through good times, bad times, red lights, stop signs the one thing you should know is my love will always ring true, ooh.

you finish speaking, the words hanging in the air between you like a quiet confession. the vulnerability feels raw, but with jaehyun, it’s almost like it was meant to be shared—like he’s always been waiting for you to let go of the weight you’ve been carrying around.

the silence stretches on for a moment, but it’s not uncomfortable. jaehyun doesn’t rush to fill it. instead, he takes a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours, as though he’s carefully absorbing everything you’ve said.

when he speaks again, his voice is softer, but it carries a weight of its own. “you know, i’ve been waiting for you to say that,” he says, his words almost a whisper, like a secret shared between the two of you.

you blink, surprised. “what do you mean?”

jaehyun reaches across the table, his fingers brushing yours for a moment before he gently takes your hand in his. his touch is warm, grounding. “i’ve been waiting for you to trust me enough to share it all,” he says, his voice steady. “and i know it’s not easy for you to open up, but i’m not going anywhere.”

you can’t help but feel a flutter in your chest at the sincerity in his eyes. he’s not just saying the words. he’s showing you that he means it.

he leans in a little closer, his other hand coming up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch tender. “i love you. now, tomorrow, a year from now…always. ,” he says, his voice low and filled with meaning, like a vow.

the words sink in, and for a moment, everything else falls away. there’s no more hesitation, no more second-guessing. it’s just you and him, and a love that feels both new and inevitable all at once.

you let out a soft breath, your heart racing, and you finally allow yourself to believe him. you squeeze his hand, your eyes locked with his. this—what he’s offering, what you’re beginning to feel is something real. something you’re ready to embrace completely.

and in that moment, you know, without a doubt, that this is just the beginning.

every second from now i’m gonna love you completely.

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🎧— completely - jaehyun

( jaehyun birthday boy post ! )

[polarisjisung]

STUPID CUPID

Synopsis: Jaehyun's always done what he shouldn't—falling in love isn't an exception. Not when he falls for you. Cupid.

wc: 2.5k pairings: jaehyun × fem!cupid! reader genre: fluff, angst, supernatural/cupid au, forbidden love warnings: none! i hope... notes: never written anything like this or anything for any of the neos outside dream so happy valentines day my loves, sending you all lots of love ❣️ this was v rushed im afraid but I was determined to post today so as always f it we ball ! | LIBRARY

Jaehyun has always been reckless. A quiet defiance that lingers in his gaze, a subtle smirk when someone warns him away.

It isn't arrogance—on the contrary.

He knows the weight of consequence, perhaps even a little too well, but something about doing what he shouldn’t always tastes too sweet to resist.

Falling in love is no exception. Not when it’s with you. With Cupid.

The first time you see Jaehyun

It happens on a Tuesday. 

A grey skied, slow drifting day, the kind where the air doesn't just smell like, but instead tastes like rain, and the streets shine with the aftermath of a storm.  

Jaehyun’s running late, like he usually is, shouldering through the city crowd with cold  hands shoved deep into his pockets. 

The world continues around him, store signs flickering, car horns blaring, rain pattering, the list goes on. 

But it all fades when he sees you a little further down the street. Ethereal, glowing. 

For a moment, it feels impossible to look away, like doing so would be an injustice—to himself, or maybe to you. He isn’t sure which. 

Either way, he doesn’t. His eyes stayed locked on you, looking at you, like he's trying to figure you out.

You aren’t looking at him though.

You’re looking at them—the couple at the bus stop, their fingers brushing hesitantly, eyes filled with something fragile and waiting, bodies screaming anticipation in every language they knew. Like it was all they knew.

Somehow, Jaehyun, for the first time doesn't roll his eyes at two fools in love, but instead a soft smile creeps across his face and his dimples grow deeper. His gaze lingers, catching every detail of their exchange, and then—he sees it. 

Ancient, divine, and impossibly beautiful, yet holding some sort of quiet weight. 

Between your fingers, the gold tipped instrument sings like he's never heard before, you hold something he's never seen before, his gaze flickers to you, pure, warm, angelic, 

You are something he's never seen before.

The bow in your hands is crafted from celestial gold, its surface shimmering with a glow that shifts between the softest rosy hues and deep molten ambers. Its limbs curve elegantly, etched with delicate, swirling inscriptions in a language older than time, words of love, longing, and destiny.   

Jaehyun watches the slow curve of your fingertips against the string—not made of an earthly material. In fact it's like nothing he's ever seen before. The bowstring shimmers like spun moonlight, woven from the threads of fate itself. 

When drawn, it sings a soft, haunting melody, not joyous, not sorrowful either, but something in between, a sound that carries the weight of every love story ever written. 

To you, this bow means everything, it defines you. 

Though sharp and edged, it doesn't feel like a weapon. 

It feels more like a promise, simultaneously a burden, a choice. 

And sometimes it feels like a curse.

Jaheyun's chest tightens. The couple melt into each other, like whatever hesitation had gnawed at the deepest parts of them had disintegrated in that very moment, in seconds. Just as your arrow had hit.

You step back into the shadows, unseen by the rest of the world, and Jaehyun knows, instinctively, that he shouldn’t follow. That whatever just happened wasn’t meant for his eyes. For human eyes.

But his feet move before his mind has the chance.

The next time Jaehyun sees you 

The bell above the door chimes as Jaehyun steps into the bookstore.

It’s quiet inside and the air smells of old paper mixed with something sweet—vanilla, maybe, or the lingering warmth of spilt candle wax. 

It’s late, well past the hour most people would wander in, but the lights are still on, pooling in soft, golden halos against the shelves.

And then he sees you.

Fingers trailing over the spines of poetry books, head tilted as though you're listening to something out of reach. 

Jaehyun doesn’t hesitate. 

This, you, were everything he had come searching for the answers to. He's spent too many nights tossing and turning, questioning if he'd see you again, whoever you are, whatever you are. 

Tonight, he'd finally had enough, Jaehyun was determined to get his answers no matter what, but what good were a few books when he had the real deal stood just a few feet away?

You, right in front of him.

The way the dim light catches against your skin, the way the dust motes swirl in the air around you, it’s almost unnatural. Almost too perfect. And it only affirms his beliefs.

"You make people fall in love," he says, matter-of-fact.

You don’t jump. 

Instead, you let out a slow, knowing sigh, turning to him with a look that is both ancient and strangely young.  

"And you’ve seen too much."  He'd seen you.

The words should be a warning. They should make him back away.  

But Jaehyun has never been good at listening.  

"What happens if Cupid falls in love?" he asks.

Of all questions, you wonder why he picked that one.  

And neither, it seems, are you.

Because instead of disappearing, instead of slipping into the shadows like you should, you stay.

Your expression shifts. And your eyes flicker before your lips part to answer. The air between you is heavy with anticipation, unspoken words weighing you both down. Jaehyun searches your eyes for something, resolve perhaps. 

"You shouldn’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to."  

Not confirmation, but definitely not denial. He could deal with that.

Jaehyun smiles, slow and deliberate. "I always want the answer."  

And just like that, it begins.  

Then, you meet him again. And again.  

In the beginning, it’s a coincidence. 

The kind that shouldn’t happen, but still does.

The brush of your shoulders in a dimly lit cafe, his voice echoing behind you as you walk through the street, shared glances in the reflection of rain-dappled windows. 

Then, it’s less of a coincidence. Jaheyun finds you in places he shouldn’t. 

In spaces where humans aren’t supposed to linger, aren't supposed to go at all.

But you can't find it in yourself to reprimand him, like you know you should, not when he looks at you with those eyes.

He continues to cross every line he shouldn’t, and you don't stop him. No—you follow.

Jaehyun is a whisper of warmth in the cold edges of your existence, and you let him get too close. 

At first, it’s nothing, the slightest brush of fingertips when he gives you something. The ghost of his palm on your back as you weave through crowds. His knee knocking against yours beneath a cafe table.

You think it's habit, human nature, something you don't understand and never will.

But then he does it even when there's no need. It’s accidental, unintentional—until it isn’t.

Even when the two of you are alone, when there's no excuse left but the simplest one.

He just wants to.

"You always do that," you murmur one night, as his hand traces a slow path over your wrist, fingertips barely there.

"Do what?" 

His voice is warm, tone playful. Jaehyun knows exactly what.

"You keep touching me."

Jaehyun hums, considering, then slides his fingers between yours. He doesn't interlace them fully, just rests them there, testing. 

"You never stop me."

You don’t. You won't. You should.

There are nights where it’s just the two of you and nothing else. Where the world outside is distant, unimportant, and all that exists is the space between his breath and yours.

Nights where Jaehyun pulls you through quiet streets, past dimly lit storefronts and the hush of sleeping buildings, his hand tugging yours in an easy, familiar way. In a way that makes you wish it could be forever.

The air is cold, a brutal reminder, but he's warm, and when he turns to look at you, his eyes are bright, they sparkle. They gleam, with hope, with love, and everything in between.

"Where are we going?" you ask, though it doesn't particularly matter.

Jaheyun grins at you. "Nowhere." 

And that is enough.

It's also the truth, one you swallow quicker than you can begin to imagine its consequences. You and Jaehyun—this—wasn't going anywhere.

But for now, maybe you were okay with that. Okay with living in the present if it was all you had. All you’d get.

You find yourselves on a park bench at the edge of the city, the skyline sprawling out before you, beautiful and distant. Jaehyun stretches his arms out across the back of the bench, his fingers barely brushing your shoulder. There it is again.

"Tell me something," he says suddenly, voice softer than ever.

"Like what?"

Jaehyun tilts his head, considering. "Something only you would know. Something about love."

You gulp—love.

Eyeing Jaehyun, you exhale, then turn your head to look ahead. And for the first time, you don’t reach for the knowledge written into your bones, engraved into your soul, the wisdom of centuries. No. You just say what you feel. Honest and true.

But that’s your mistake, feeling. Because Cupid is not meant to feel like this. To love.

"Love always ends," you murmur. "Even if it lasts a lifetime, it still ends eventually."

Jaehyun studies you for a long moment, then shifts closer, enough that his shoulder presses against yours, grounding you in his warmth.

"Then let’s make it worth it," he whispers.

A quiet ache takes root in your chest but you nod regardless. 

That ache grows when he finds you on the bridge overlooking the river, when he walks beside you in the hours before dawn, when his fingers brush against yours, casual but deliberate.  

Jaehyun doesn't ask for more than you can give. But when you feel the weight of his gaze, he doesn't need to.

"You look at me like I’m real," you tell him one evening, voice barely above a whisper.  

He frowns, his brows knitting together as his lips come forward into a pout.  "Aren’t you?"  

You close your eyes. "Not like you."  

Jaehyun takes your hand, fingers lacing through yours. He is warm, unbearably so, still you don’t pull away.  

"But I know this is real," he says softly. 

It shouldn't be.  

But Jaehyun has always had a way of bending fate.  

"You need to stop this."  

The voice is not Jaehyun’s. It is older, heavier, woven with something you don’t want to name but recognise too well not to.

Eros stands before you, dark-eyed and unimpressed. He looks at you like a flame too close to kindling. Disquiet. Distraught.

"You’ve been seen."  

You swallow, resisting the urge to turn your gaze towards where Jaehyun is waiting—down the street, unaware.

"I know what I’m doing," you lie.  

Eros tilts his head. "Do you?"  

You say nothing.  

His voice softens, just slightly. "You were made for love, not to be loved."  

Something inside you twists. "What happens if I do?"  

Eros sighs. "You already know."  

But knowing has never stopped you before.   

That night, Jaehyun kisses you. 

On a night where the sky hangs heavy with stars. And despite everything you know, you let him.

It's slow, deliberate, the kind of kiss that makes the world tilt. 

You have guided love a thousand times, but this is the first time you have ever felt it.  

And it terrifies you.  

You should have known.

You always knew it was destined to fail. From the first moment you saw him, from the first time your eyes met, you knew. Jaehyun, beautiful, reckless, would burn through your existence like a comet, and when it was done, nothing would remain but the ashes of something that was never real.

But still, you let yourself walk beside him. Let yourself breathe the same air, let him touch you as though you could ever belong to him. You tried to pretend, to deceive yourself into believing in something that could never exist. Because that’s what love does—it convinces you that fate doesn’t matter, that rules are meant to be broken.

It was foolish. It was always going to end this way.

And now, you feel it. The way the world shifts around you. The weight in the air, heavy with inevitability.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to steady your breath. Trying to brace yourself. Because you know what’s coming. You’ve known it all along.

Eros does not speak when he appears. The look in his eyes is enough.  

Jaehyun steps between the both of you, before you can stop him. "Leave her alone. This isn’t fair.” 

And suddenly, you wish you had never met.

You suck in a breath, something cracking inside your chest. 

Jaehyun. He doesn’t understand. He can’t. Love has always been cruel, always been a price paid in something irretrievable. He is fighting a battle that was lost before it even began.

Eros tilts his head, considering him with something close to pity. "Fair?" The word drips from his lips like something foreign, "Do you think love is ever fair?"

Jaehyun clenches his fists. "Then punish me. Not her."

The way he says it, without hesitation, without fear—it destroys you.

You’ve spent eternity untouched, unseen, a ghost in the spaces between other people’s happy lives. Love has always passed through you, never lingered, never stayed. And yet, here Jaehyun is, offering himself up like a sacrifice, as if your existence is something worth bleeding for.

You wish he wouldn’t. You wish he’d run. You wish he’d let you go.

Because you already know how this ends.

“Punish me instead.” Jaehyun repeats, strength unwavering.

"You do not understand what you’re asking."

Jaehyun’s breath shakes. "I don’t care."

Eros’ fingers tighten at his sides.

And then, so quietly that you almost don’t hear it. 

"I know.”

Eros sighs, and for a fleeting second, it almost looks like regret flickers in his eyes. But then he lifts his hand higher, and the moment shatters.

Pain.  

It rips through you, searing, unbearable. Your breath catches, a choked, broken sound, as your body crumples under the weight of it. Jaehyun barely catches you in time, his arms locking around you, desperate, as if he can hold you together when the universe itself is tearing you apart.

"Stop" His voice is hoarse, wrecked. His grip tightens, fingers digging into you like an anchor. "Please, don’t do this—”  

But Eros does not stop.  

Because this is your punishment.  

You were made to love, but not to be loved.  

And you have broken the rule.  

When you wake, the world is different.  

Jaehyun is beside you, hands trembling. "You’re okay."  

But when you reach for him— you feel nothing.  

Jaehyun realises it before you do. He sees it in your eyes. The moment it all slips from your memory like sand through your fingers. 

A curse.  

You were made to love, and now, you never will again.  

And when his heart breaks, you can't even wish you could feel yours do the same. You can't feel at all.

But Jaehyun can. He can feel it, see it, taste it, and he realises then— defiance had never been so bitter.

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[ambivartence]

...AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEONG JAEHYUN!!!!

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·˚ ◌༘₊ · ͟͞꒰➳ 'Cause I don't wanna be in love with another

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this too is yuri

[scarletwinterxx]

stupid in love with you - jaehyun scenario

when i heard this song i had one person in my mind and a bunch of cute moments I wanted to write about. so now we're here😅 jeong jaehyun the man that you are🥺🥺

song inspo: stupid in love - max

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"What are you doing here?"

"You said you hated driving when it's snowing, and I remembered you had work today so I came to pick you up"

Yuno Jeong was the last but probably the only person you'd expect to see right now. The snowfall was a bit stronger today, only those who had work or important errands to run dared to brave the cold weather outside and here he was standing outside the cafe you worked at.

"It's late and it's freezing, you should've waited inside" you chided him, he just smiles at you. Happy that you weren't shooing him away.

It's been a while since he started courting you, and even though you told him you weren't really looking for a serious relationship at the moment he still offered to be a friend. A companion. For you he'd be anything you'd want him to be.

You admit at first you were hesitant and for a few valid reason: like for one, why would Jaehyun like you YOU out of all the girls falling on their knees for him and two, in your mind he's just way too out of your league. It's not that you're selling yourself short, it's just he's the Jaehyun Jeong.

His presence is now a constant in your everyday life, you won't tell him now but it feels incomplete when you don't see him or talk to him. Jaehyun successfully won you over, and he's not aware of it yet.

"It's okay, can I drive you home?" he asks, watching you walk towards him. To him, this is the highlight of his day. He spent the past hours of his day waiting until he can see you again. He didn't want to burden you or annoy you, if he's being honest it took all of his willpower not to drive earlier and just stay all day at the cafe just so he could see you because what if some dude decides to ask you out or asks for your number. All these scenarios playing in his head.

You roll your eyes at him, ever the gentleman that he is. He still asks you even though he practically drives you home every chance he could.

When you got to where he was, standing right in front of him you take his hand to give him a small bag. "I made extra cookies today, and tried making this new cake for the menu. Tell me if you like it"

Jaehyun looks inside the bag then back at you, a smile already on his lips. "You got me these? How'd you know I was coming?" he teasingly asks you

You playfully push him aside to get in his car, he laughs then holds the door open for you. After you get in, he jogs over the driver's side. Waiting until he settles inside before you answer him

"I just know" you say

He just looks at you, taking note of your reddened cheeks probably from the cold. He knows you get cold easily so he turns the heater on. You put your hands in front the vents to warm them up, feeling his gaze on you

"What?" you ask, looking over at him

Like always, he has this stupidly cute smile on his face. One you only see when he's with you. Something you internally boast about.

"Nothing, just missed you today"

You scrunch your nose at him, shaking your head.

"If you're free tomorrow would you like to go out with me?"

"In this weather? Why don't you just go over my place, we can watch a movie, dinner, bake cookies" you suggested, when he didn't say anything you look at him again

Thinking you might have upset him, you add "Sorry, I mean if you already planned something sure I'd go with you"

"No uhm your suggestion sounds better actually, are you okay though? If I come over?"

"Why won't I be? Bring some snacks over though, and if you want you can go there by lunch, you shouldn't be driving this late in this weather" you absentmindedly nag, the guy sitting beside you can feel his ears go red but he didn't care.

You put your seatbelt on, waiting for him to start the car but again Jaehyun made no move beside you prompting you to look at him again. You giggle when you see his red ears, "What did I do this time?" you tease him, leaning over to touch his ears with your semi-cold fingers

He just watches you adoringly, wishing this moment won't end. Wishing for the seconds to last longer so he can be this close to you. You're so close he can smell your favorite vanilla perfume, can see the faint red on your lips from your liptint you wear everyday making him wonder just what it tastes like.

Then he snaps out of his head, taking your cold hands in his before taking them against his lips. You just watch him with wide eyes, "I drove this late so I can see you because I missed you, don't worry your pretty little mind I promise I drove carefully. And I also promise tomorrow I'd drive earlier" he whispers against your hands.

Sometimes you ask yourself just why can't you accept it and fall completely in love with him. It's not difficult, in fact it's the easiest thing especially when he's this caring and sweet and attentive towards you.

Come the next day, Jaehyun already texted you early this morning asking if you needed anything else. He's already on his way to your place, a bag of your favorite snacks in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other.

When you hear the doorbell ring, you hurry over. The moment you open the door you see the flowers

"Hi" Jaehyun says, you let him in before closing the door behind him

"I got these for you, just because. And I know you don't like flowers that much but these are pretty flowers, I wanted to give them to the prettiest girl"

You take the flowers from him, jokingly scowling at him. He laughs, walking right behind you. He puts the grocery bag on the counter before taking his coat off.

"Okay so, what are we doing?" he asks you,

"I already cooked pasta and I baked bread the other day so I'll just need to heat those. I was planning to start on the brownies, you can help me with that"

You get the other apron, throwing it on Jaehyun before walking behind him to tie it for him. Meanwhile he feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest, how can this night end without him kissing you he's not so sure.

With every little thing you do, it's like a brick being broken down one by one. And soon enough nothing will stop him, but for you he'll control it. He can wait, he'll wait. You're worth the wait, he reminds himself.

"Okay, so in this bowl you put eggs, butter and milk a bit of vanilla" you tell him. The two of you work side by side, he listens to your instructions while you put the ingredients in the bowl. He mixes, you pour. He can't help but think the two of you make the perfect team.

You put the baking dish in the over, setting the timer before turning to face him again. "And now we wait, should we eat lunch now?"

"You got something on your cheek" Jaehyun says, before he can stop himself he's already stepping towards you. It's like his body was on auto-pilot, grasping your chin gently to tilt it towards him while his other hand wipes the flour away.

"There" he mumbles, looking down at you. Now he fully realizes just how close he is. Your wide eyes looking at him, waiting for his next move. A bit disappointed when you feel his warm hands let go of you, "So uh lunch? I can set up the table"

Neither of you said anything about it after that. He sets up the table while you prepare the food, after lunch the two of you clean the dishes side by side while waiting for the brownies to be done.

When you hear the timer go off, you get the mittens before opening the oven. Just when the baking dish reaches the cooling rack, it touches a part of your hand

"Ouch ouch ouch oh my gosh"

"What? What happened?" Jaehyun immediately takes the mittens off, checking your hand and he sees the red line. He pulls you over the sink, turning the tap on letting the water run over your hand

"Where's the first aid?" he asks "In the bathroom, last door down the hall. It's under the sink"

He quickly walks to the other room, coming back with the first aid kit. He knows you keep a burn medicine in there because he got the kit for you, it's not the first time this happened so he got you a first aid kit just in case.

He turns the tap off, drying your hand gently with a towel before dabbing the medicine on. "Does that still hurt?"

"A bit" you answer

"You want ice? Aloe? I can go to the store and grab some"

"Jae it's okay, it's just a little burn. I get them all the time when I bake" you tell him, he finally looks you. Making sure you're actually okay.

You chuckle, pulling your injured hand to your side while you use your other hand to pull him down. You don't know what possessed you but you just suddenly had the urge to do it.

You pull him down by the collar of his hoodie until he's eye to eye with you. You kissed the corner of his lips, it was so quick Jaehyun didn't even have enough time to react. "I'm good, how about we watch a movie while the brownies cool down" you ask him with a smile

He bites his lips, nodding at you. You smile at him then you walk towards the living room, leaving him there in the kitchen like you didn't just give him a mini heart attack.

It took some time before you finally choose a movie, it was an odd one to watch on a movie date night but he watches it. It's your favorite movie after all.

"Is it weird that this is my favorite movie?" you ask all of a sudden

He looks down at you, your head resting on the pillow between the two of you.

"No, why? It's a good movie" he answers

"Well it's about a woman who frames her own husband, but I like the twist. Is that weird?" you turn so your head is now towards him, only to see him already looking at you

"I won't frame you for anything, I swear" you jokingly add, making Jaehyun let out a hearty laugh.

This time he's the one doing something unexpected, he leans down you close your eyes involuntary then you feel his lips kiss the tip of your nose. The most gentle kiss ever, but you swear you could feel it to the ends of your fingertips.

"I'd take the blame, don't worry" then he goes back to watching the movie.

You try the hardest to focus on the movie again but your mind won't let you. Jaehyun notices your restlessness but don't comment on it. Finally you sit up, throwing the pillow that was between the two of you on the floor before sitting cross legged facing him

"Yes?" he asks

"Don't play stupid with me, Yuno. What was that?"

"That?"

"That little kiss, what was that?"

The end of lips curl upwards but he fights it, wanting to enjoy a few more seconds of teasing you

"Weren't you the one who kissed me first in the kitchen?"

"That was... I was... That was a thank you" you try to reason out

"Okay, then that was a 'you're welcome' kiss" he replies back

He watches you have an internal debate, waiting for you to say anything but you don't.

"I won't do it again if you don't like it. I'm sorry" he tells you

"It's not that, I just don't know what to do when you do it. I don't know what to do half the time when you're being like that okay" you grumbled, crossing your arms.

That feeling in Jaehyun's chest comes back, like the last of the bricks just fell and now he's face to face with you. Thinking if he should hold back or say fuck it and kiss you for real this time.

"Being like what exactly?" he prods

"You're really making me say it?" you ask back

"Well I'm not sure what you're taking about so enlighten me, baby"

You instantly blush when you hear the nickname, he never used it on you. Directly atleast. So hearing him call you feels like all the butterflies in your tummy were rioting.

"That!" you point at him, the guy blinks back at you with a small smile "You do something like hold the door open for me, buckle my seatbelt for me, put your hand behind my seat when you reverse the car, or behind my chair when we're seating together, you zip my jacket for me, you always put food on my plate first, you get me my favorite coffee every morning and put cute little notes on it. What am I suppose to do when you do all of that for me?"

He looks down at your hands, letting out a chuckle before he takes your hand in his.

"I do all of those because I want to, not because I'm expecting something back. I do it because I like you. Just let me do it, that's all you can do for me" he smiles

"Aren't you tired of it?"

"No, never" he shakes his head, "You asked me if I could wait, I'll wait. Being with you is enough for me. When I see you, my day is complete. Whenever you save me a slice of cake from the cafe or bake cookies for me, it's the sweetest treat ever"

You're still frowning, but not for the wrong reasons.

How can you not fall even more for this guy when he's like this with you. What's actually stopping you from finally saying yes to him.

"A penny for your thoughts?" he whispers

"How long have you been courting me?" you ask him

"A year and a few months, maybe more. Almost 2 years, if you want me to stop I can't promise you I can because I really really like you and I-"

Then you're kissing him. For real this time. Your lips are on his. It takes a few seconds before he realizes this is happening for real and you're really kissing him.

He put his arms around you, pulling you on top of him until you're settled on his lap. Your lips tasted sweet, a faint lemon taste probably from your favorite liptint.

You feel him smile against your lips, one hand on the back of your neck so he can kiss you fully and deeply. Letting him take the lead and get lost in each other's lips. Right now nothing else mattered, all you can think about is him.

When the two of you broke apart, he has this goofy smile on his face

"Do you know how stupidly in love I am with you?" he breathes out, rubbing your noses together and kissing your lips between each word like he emphasizing each of them.

"I think I have a clue" you joke, chasing after his lips to kiss him again which he returned gladly. The two of you broke into a fit of giggles, breaking the kiss again

"Does this mean I'm your boyfriend now?"

"Let me think about it" you tease him

He skims his hands on your waist, knowing you're ticklish there. "Okay okay fine, you're my boyfriend now" you tell him, stopping his hand from doing anything.

Then he hugs you, pulling you on his chest. Kissing the side of your head, your ear, your shoulder before tucking his face on the side of your neck like it's his home.

He's so stupid in love with you, he's already thinking about his future with you. It's like he wants to fast-forward and see your future lives together but also he wants to pause time and stay in this moment forever.

[sungtaro]

JAEHYUN 'FACT CHECK' JACKET BEHIND

[librarisxng]

valentine’s day without mr. valentine (jaehyun) should be illegal.

[kiszjuli]

9:54pm —

𓂃sweet talk ៸៸

charming!jaehyun x fem!reader. [ w.c. 1.5k ]

ᯓ★ now playing — leave the door open - silk sonic

—

the jazz bar is bathed in golden light, the warm glow flickering against polished wood and half-filled glasses. the air is thick with the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the slow, sultry wail of a saxophone. velvet curtains frame the dimly lit stage, where a woman sings in a voice so smooth it drips like honey.

you weren’t planning to stay long. just a drink, maybe two. something about the hazy atmosphere, the way the music thrums against your skin, feels dangerously intoxicating. you settle onto a barstool, trailing a finger along the rim of your glass, when you feel it—

a gaze.

you glance up, and there he is.

white button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a brown vest snug against his frame. his dark hair is gelled back, but a few strands have slipped free, framing the sharp angles of his face. under the low-hanging lights, his skin glows like brushed gold, deep shadows carving into his cheekbones.

and those eyes. dark, warm, unreadable. locked on you like he’s already decided how this night will end.

you arch a brow. “see something you like?”

his lips curve up slowly. he doesn’t look away.

instead, he pushes off from where he’s leaning against the piano, making his way over with the kind of confidence that doesn’t demand attention—it simply commands it.

“maybe,” he says, voice smooth as the whiskey in his hand. he settles into the stool beside you, elbow resting on the bar, head tilting just slightly. “but i like to be sure.”

your fingers tighten around your glass, the ice shifting with a quiet clink. up close, he smells like cedarwood and a hint of something warm, something expensive.

“hm,” you hum, taking a slow sip. “what if i wasn’t interested?”

he exhales a quiet chuckle, eyes dropping to your lips before flicking back up. “then i’d have to work harder, wouldn’t i?”

the bartender slides him another drink, and he lifts it in a silent toast before taking a sip, watching you over the rim.

the music swells, the double bass thrumming deep in your chest.

he sets his glass down with a soft clink. “dance with me.”

it’s not a question.

your lips part slightly, caught somewhere between amusement and intrigue. “what makes you think i dance with strangers?”

his smirk deepens, leaning in, just enough for you to catch the rasp of his voice over the music. “jaehyun,”

grinning fully in amusement this time, you take his hand shaking it slowly. “y/n…”

he stands, smirk still plastered on his face, holding out a hand, palm up—patient, expectant.

you should say no. should laugh, shake your head, tell him you’re not that easily swayed.

but something about the way he looks at you, like he already knows your answer, makes your pulse stutter.

your fingers brush against his.

and just like that, the night takes its next breath.

—

you don’t expect the way your heart stutters when his fingers close around yours. there’s a moment, a hesitation, where you almost pull away. but instead, you let him guide you onto the dance floor, his hand firm in yours, warm against your skin.

the air is thick with the haze of smoke and whiskey, the sound of jazz curling around you like a lover’s embrace. you both step in time to the slow, steady rhythm, your body naturally swaying to the music. the world outside the bar seems to melt away, leaving just the two of you in the soft golden glow of the lights.

jaehyun doesn’t break his gaze as he leads you, eyes dark and focused. his movements are smooth, almost effortless, as though he’s done this a thousand times. you can feel the tension between you, the way your chest brushes lightly against his as you move.

“you dance well,” you say, more to break the silence than anything.

he tilts his head, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. “i could say the same about you.”

there’s something in his tone, deeper, softer, that lingers in the air between you. it’s no longer just playful, but something more, something undeniably intimate. you try to brush it off, but the way his hand settles at the small of your back, pulling you in closer, makes it hard to ignore.

“i wasn’t expecting to get pulled out onto the floor tonight,” you admit, your voice quieter now, as you let the music surround you.

jaehyun’s lips curve into a grin, and he leans in just enough for you to feel his breath against your ear. “you think i’d let you leave without dancing with me? not a chance.”

you can’t help but chuckle at his confidence, though it’s clear there’s no teasing in his words. his hand slides from your back to your waist, the touch now more possessive, but still light. it’s like he’s holding you close without actually holding you, if that makes sense. the way he moves, the way he’s so sure of everything, pulls you in deeper.

“you’re a bit bold,” you say, your heart beating a little faster now.

he leans back just enough to look at you, eyes searching yours. there’s an intensity in his gaze, something almost unreadable. “i’m not bold. i’m certain,” he replies, his voice low, steady.

you swallow, not sure what to make of the sudden shift in the atmosphere. the space between you is electric, and the moment feels like it’s teetering on the edge of something more.

“so what now?” you ask, half teasing, half uncertain.

jaehyun’s smirk is slow, deliberate, but his eyes soften. “now? we keep dancing. and if i’m lucky, i’ll get you to stay a little longer.”

the music swells, and you let yourself get lost in it, in the way his hand tightens just slightly, pulling you a fraction closer. you can feel the warmth of his body against yours, the subtle, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. his fingers graze the side of your neck as he keeps you near, and you’re not sure if it’s the music or him, but you find yourself leaning in a little more.

his lips brush the shell of your ear as he whispers, his voice almost a growl: “you’re not leaving soon, are you?”

the question hangs in the air, a challenge, a request, all wrapped in one. you meet his eyes, your pulse racing in your throat, and something inside you dares to wonder if maybe, just maybe, staying was always the plan.

well you were, but now… “no,” you reply, barely above a whisper. “i’m not.”

jaehyun’s smile is full of satisfaction as the music takes you both deeper into the night. his hold on you never wavers, and as the song carries on, you realize that nothing else matters but this moment—this stolen time under the warm, golden lights.

—

the song fades, but neither of you step away. jaehyun’s hand still rests at your waist, his touch light yet lingering, like he’s memorizing the feel of you beneath his fingertips.

your breath comes a little uneven, the space between you thick with something unspoken.

“you lead well,” you murmur, tilting your head.

jaehyun exhales a quiet chuckle, his thumb brushing faintly over your side before settling again. “you follow well.”

“you make it easy,” you admit, before you can think better of it.

his gaze flickers, something knowing glinting behind the golden glow of the bar lights. “so do you.”

you roll your eyes, but your lips curve. “do you ever stop flirting?”

his grip tightens—just briefly, just enough to make your breath catch. “why would i, when it’s working?”

your stomach flips, but you keep your expression even. “bold assumption.”

he leans in slightly, voice lower now. “am i wrong?”

your fingers brush the bar behind you, grounding yourself, because the way he’s looking at you—like he already knows your answer—has your heart racing again.

“depends,” you say, tilting your chin. “are you trying to impress me, or just entertain yourself?”

his smirk is slow, deliberate. “can’t it be both?”

you shake your head, exhaling through your nose. “you’re impossible.”

jaehyun hums, stepping back just slightly—but his hand doesn’t leave your waist. “and yet, you’re still here.”

he lets the words settle, then—softly, smoothly—says, “let me buy you another drink.”

your fingers hover over his for half a second too long.

jaehyun notices.

you sigh, shaking your head, but there’s a small smile playing at your lips. “just one.”

his grin deepens. “we’ll see.”

the bartender slides another glass in front of you, the golden liquid catching in the dim light. you take a sip, feeling the warmth spread through your chest.

you had only planned to stay for a drink. maybe two.

but somehow, the night had stretched longer, weaving itself between stolen glances and lingering touches, between the rich hum of jazz and the quiet thrill of something just beginning.

and for once, you don’t mind.

—

[honeyyderyy]

happy bday valentines day king 👅🌹

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Jaehyun

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