#yeah he cheated and was a dick and wtvr

[cheeseblind]

any1 else who almost totallly dropped nrb fandom after the whole thing feeling very🧍 rn

[gyeomork]

Better (Part 1)

(park jinyoung x reader)

part 1

genre: fluff

warnings: mild cursing

word count: 1.4k

a/n: so i got really inspired by the pics they posted of jinyoung on twitter like jinyoung invented bf pics. period. so i’m making a short series, originally i wasn’t going to but,, wtvr wtvr. anywho she’s kinda short... that’s all i have to say lmao bye ^3^

the banging on my front door did not stop. the world just didn’t want me to brood in peace. it has been two weeks since i found my ex cheating on me. when i walked in on him making love to another woman, the image burned into my mind and haunted me. i moped and continued to mope for the days following; questioning myself in the process. the banging at my front door finally went away like it always has been for the past days. a text came in on my phone but i just couldn’t bring myself to reply. a call then came in but i, again, didn’t feel like answering. a few moments later my door was swung open. at first i jumped but then winced at the light coming in my room for the first time in days. once my eyes adjust to the light i realize who it is. “y/n..?” he furrows his eyebrows and squints at me. i guess he can’t tell if there’s an actual person under the blankets, clothes and empty chip bags. “go away, jinyoung” i mumble from under the pile. he takes a look around my room and his eyes widen in shock. he wasn’t used to the best friend that threw trash and clothes all around the room, he was used to the best friend that kept everything spick and span. “god” he sighs to himself while pinching the bridge of his nose. he leaves the room and comes back with a trash bag. “y/n, up” he opens the blinds “get up” he shakes me lightly. “no~” i groan and pull the blanket over my head. “yes” he pulls the blankets off me and throws it on the floor. “come, you can’t stay in here for the rest of your life” he takes my hands and drags me to sit up in bed. “just one more day” i slump. “no that’s what you said the last time and the time before that” he pulls me up and guides me to the bathroom. “you need to get over that dick that you once called your boyfriend. i’m going to give you 30 minutes to get ready” “for” he closes the door before before i could finish “what?” i ended quietly.

after i finish showering, i make my way to my room to get dressed. i notice that all the clothes are gone from off my floor and out my hamper and my bed has been stripped. i finish getting dressed and go to the kitchen where jinyoung was. he was too focused on cooking to notice me there so i get to scan what he’s wearing. a black baseball cap, a black shirt tucked into brown pants and black slip-on vans. he always dressed so simple yet fashionable. i kind of envied him at times. this was one of those times. “oh good, you didn’t take too long, come sit and eat” he ordered “from what i’ve seen, you haven’t eaten anything that will sustain your body”. i sit around the table, he serves me a plate of breakfast and joins me. i take a bite and remember what actual food tastes like. i’ve only been eating junk food and sometimes order takeout if i felt like getting out of bed that day. “what did i have to get ready for?” i ask between bites. “we’re cleaning today. the way you’ve been coping with this is unhealthy and..” he glances over to the sink full of dishes “unpleasant”. he shakes his head and gets up to wash my dishes. i finish and walk over to hand him my dirty dishes. “jinyoung, it’s fine really. i’ll feel better in due time” i lean back on the counter and cross my arms. “but being buried alive in filth is not fine” he points. “plus i’ll help you feel better quicker” he smiles and nudges me with his elbow. i roll my eyes “yeah, like you know how”. “yah!” he flicks water onto my arm “i know exactly how to make you feel better”. i wipe the tiny water droplets off my arm “oh and what is that?” i raise an eyebrow at him. “you’ll see” he dries his hands and takes one of mine to lead me to the door. there were two laundry bags sitting there. he picks up one and passes the other to me. “first thing to do though, is laundry” i take the bag with a heavy sigh. he opens the door and gestures for me to go out first. “this is going to be a long day” i say while going out. “it sure is” he says following behind me. “don’t worry we’ll get to the fun stuff later” he says catching up to me on the short walk to his car parked outside my house. he places his hand on my shoulder and caresses me gently with his thumb. he removes it to retrieve his keys to open the trunk. he puts in the laundry bag he was carrying and helps me with mine. 

while driving to the laundromat, i manage to snag a nap. jinyoung wakes me up by gently squeezing my lower thigh. “y/n we’re here” he says softly. “i’m tired” i yawn “what time even is it?” i check my phone. “8:10?! are you out of your mind?” “you’re lucky because i was considering waking you up at 6:30. you’re lucky i even let you get that little nap so be thankful” i look at him in disbelief. he pops open the trunk and gets out the car. he walks over to my side and opens the door. “trust me after this day you’re going to sleep like a baby” he reaches over and releases the seatbelt. i catch a whiff of his cologne. it was the nice one.  he rarely uses it even though i say it’s my favorite. he always put on when he had something extremely important to do that day. i choose not to question him on it though because he’ll trace it back to me not answering my phone and being a mess and lazy and so on and so forth. “i already do” i lean back in the seat. “a clean baby then” he tries dragging me out the seat but i pull away. “i don’t want to~” i pout. he lets go, rests his hands on his hips and looks down. “i didn’t want to do this but..” he starts tickling the side of my neck and i pull away laughing out ‘no’s and ‘stop’s. i lay across the armrest trying to escape jinyoung’s hand but he climbs over me and continues his torture. “ok, ok, ok!” i grab his hand to stop him and he does. i stare up at him and he stares down at me. only then is when i realize the position we were in. he was always so beautiful and it is dangerous to have him this close to me. i never know what i might do and i would hate to lose my best friend over controllable lust. but i have to admit that i enjoyed him close to me like this. the extra body heat was always welcome and most of the time needed on nights that i wanted to be held but my ‘boyfriend’ was absent. deep down, i wanted his position to be filled by jinyoung. jinyoung, although, never seemed to have felt that way about me. he was constantly saying that when the right one comes, he’ll know and he doesn’t want to experiment around and waste his time when the right one is out there waiting. “ok” jinyoung says snapping me out of my ongoing thoughts. he gets off of me and i immediately miss the warmth. 

the machine starts whirring around and i walk to where jinyoung was standing. i check my front pockets then my back pockets and keep patting and looking around. “what are you looking for?” jinyoung asks with concern in his voice. “my earbuds, i must’ve left them at home” i groan frustratedly. “what’s so bad about that?” he looks down at me. “i like listening to music while waiting. it helps pass time”. “well, i like to walk outside and take in the scenery” i look at him skeptically. he kisses his teeth and takes my hand and we walk out the door.