Maya May I Request The Prompt Showing Up Outside Your Enemy's Door ''i Didnt Know Where Else To Go''

maya may i request the prompt showing up outside your enemy's door ''i didn’t know where else to go'' and jay !!

3am . jay x gn!reader about . 582 words, fluff warnings . bruises, shirtless jay idk 😭

the last thing you expect to happen at 3 in the morning is for your arch nemesis to show up at your apartment door, soaking wet from the downpour outside and sporting a big bruise on his face.

"jay? what are you doing here?" you ask, voice riddled with sleep as you fight back a yawn wanting to escape your mouth.

"sorry, um— i got into a fight and my roommate won't answer the door. i didn't know where else to go."

you sigh, pulling him inside and closing the door so the rain won't soak his figure any longer. even in your half asleep state, you notice how his wet shirt clings to his muscles, making him incredibly attractive in the moment, but you force yourself not to ponder over the thought too long and instead grab a towel from your bathroom so he can dry off.

he gladly accepts the fluffy cloth once you bring it to him, running it through his hair and down his neck. you notice him focus your attention on you and smirk, as if something about you seems amusing enough to bring that expression onto his face.

"nice outfit," he comments, clarifying what caught his attention as you look down and mentally groan at your patterned pajamas.

"you know, i could kick you out at any second. be glad i let you come inside, because you could be out walking in the rain right now."

"okay okay, geez, sorry," he starts, putting his free hand up as a sign of retreat, "why did you let me in anyway? i thought you hated me."

"i do hate you," you clarify, seeing his eyebrow raise, "but i'm not a monster. it's 3am for gods sake, why were you out fighting? are you out of your mind?"

"aww, are you worried about me?" he retorts, brushing past your shoulder and stepping into your living room, "but just so you'll stop nagging me, i wasn't planning on fighting until 3am either. i was just trying to stop this guy from stealing an old lady's purse, but things escalated."

"aren't you the friendly neighborhood spiderman," you grumble, walking toward your bedroom, "and god, you're getting water all over my carpet! go wait in the bathroom, i'll bring you some oversized clothing i have."

when you open the door to the bathroom, you immediately wish you hadn't, because seeing jay shirtless with wet stringy hair and black jeans sitting on the counter was not on your checklist for the day. but you have no choice but to look, and you place the clothes on the counter and tell him that you've placed a blanket on the couch before turning to leave.

"hey, hey wait! where are you going?" he asks, as if you were forgetting something.

"oh right! the first aid kit is under the cabinet to your left," you reply, racking your brain for anything else you missed, "and i think that's it. if you're hungry or something you can raid my pantry or wake me up—"

you're interrupted by jay pulling you by the arm, forcing you to find a place between his legs as he looks down at you. it takes everything in your power not to let your gaze wander down to his uncovered chest.

"stay up with me a little longer? i really like spending time with this nice version of you. let me cherish this before we go back to hating each other tomorrow, yeah?

ex bf texts — enhypen

“I will keep on watching you from afar, like a poor kid who enjoys watching the candy seller without buying some. سأبقى أراقبك من بعيد، كطفل فقير يستمتع بالنظر لبائع الحلوى دون شراءها”

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PROFILES . 001

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 PARK JONGSEONG, or jay for short, was your brother's best friend. he was the best at everything you could think of— and he beat you at every single one of them. though, he seems to have something against you that you can't understand... he won't let you date anyone but him.

pairing: jay x female!reader

genre: university/college au, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, crack, and (attempted) angst.

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୨୧ MY DOPAMINE! — p. jongseong

pairing. tutor!park jay x f!reader w.c. 0.8k  tw/cw. organic chemistry rawrr👹, nicknames(sweetheart, pretty girl), kissing on the cheeks genre. non idol au, college/high school au, fluff

sru's note! finals are coming fr and im in need of a handsome tutor smh 😩 feedbacks and reblogs are always appreciated!

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"so," jay pushed up his rimless glasses with his slender fingers as he sighed, looking at you, "how do you convert ethyne to benzene?"

it was tough really, both the subject and the situation.

only a week ago you convinced, park jay— the chemistry topper in your class, to tutor you for the upcoming final exams. there was no doubt you weren't even going to get the passing marks at the subject, which was obviously, a shame. but you had to do something! the finals were in a week or so!

but your heart was against convincing jay park to tutor you. it was against the fact that your heartbeat would accelerate everytime he was in the frame, the fact that your pupils would dilate at the sight of him simply adjusting his glasses or his cute face whenever he was solving problems, the fact that you'd find yourself in awe whenever you were lost in his heavenly face.

the fact that dopamine secrets in your body whenever its him.

almost whatever he did, you loved it.

"hey, are you even listening to me?", jay's 'strict tutor' voice snapped you out of your trance.

"h-huh? y-yes!", struggling to actually pay attention to the opened chemistry book in front of you, you lift your head up to meet the firm eyes of jays.

but as soon as you took a glimpse of his blond hair caressing his soft brows with his glasses and rolled arm sleeves to the addition of his beauty, boy oh boy, you were swept away.

"uh huh?", he smirked leaning over the study table, closer to you, "then what's the answer, hmm?"

"it's...", you trailed off, making a fake thinking face to show some level of understanding in the subject to jay, when in reality you had no idea of the tedious chemical reactions, ".... it's uhm-"

"come on sweetheart," sweetheart, "I've taught you this three times already", jay closed the notebook in front of him and sighed, clasping his hands together.

"to be honest jay....", you heavily sigh back, whining as you dug your fingernails in your scalp, mentally cursing chemistry and cursing you lovestruck weak heart, for not being able to concentrate.

"i-i really don't know the answer. i've never been good at chemistry!"

"alright, but is that the excuse you give to the teacher when you fail this semester?"

"no, but-" you roll your eyes, wondering when this was gonna end, but jay cut you off,

"y/n, im gonna ask you the simplest question ever. if you don't get it right, i wont teach you anymore."

this single sentence of jay had you sweating cold, with your heart suffer a crack. Shit. You knew you had to leap for the sun for this one, by hook or by crook.

'cause obviously, you didn't wanna miss your favourite face for a week.

"solve this numerical for me ok?", jay slided a blank workspace with a question on top for you to solve.

you gulped at the question, it was easy but tricky.

few loose strands fondled your cheeks while you worked at the problem, praying to every god that you'd get it right for the sake of jay sticking around.

you groaned, scribbling the whole equation for the second time after you thought it would be right. and if the pressure of the awful subject chemistry wasn't enough, you felt the warm touch of jay's hands, ever so lightly tucking the loose strands behind you ear.

but thank god you had your head down, for your cheeks went crimson.

"i love your hair," jay chuckled, his fingertips still lingering on your cheeks, "come on! you know the answer, hun." hun.

you gulped even harder, and handed him the answer sheet back, manifesting it would be correct. but you were on the verge of keeping cool. jay park smiled at for the second time! and tucked your hair?! oh my—

"hey! i told ya, it's correct!" jay beamed, handing you the paper back.

"finally!", and so you couldn't keep your joy, squealing and giggling. because you got the answer right was a factor, but being able to spend more time with jay made up 99% of it.

but all this time jay admired you as much. so much, that he ignored the tiny mistake done in the numerical he gave, after all he too wanted to be closer the prettiest girl in the world. he rejected tutoring to so many other students in his class, just for his pretty girl. (>.<)

then all of a sudden it came to a halt when you felt a feathery, tinglish sensation on your cheeks, tinting it crimson again.

it was almost unbelievable that jay kissed you, but then he smiled ever so sweetly at you, meanwhile you were losing your mind over this, jaws hung low, eyes widened and cheeks rapidly getting coloured.

"if you manage to get good grades this semester," jay sang, leaning dangerously close to your ears and stealing your breath away as he whispered,

"then i'll kiss you on your lips, pretty girl."

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