12. OPERATION: MTJ

12. OPERATION: MTJ

pairing: kang taehyun x reader

summary: friends— that's all what you guys are, yet why does he brush your hair so fondly? why does he holds your hand as you walk home? And you don't even like each other that much. wait, fuck, maybe you do? does he though? you have to find out someway or another.

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TWENTY-THREE / heeseung empath era

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warnings: y/n is very sad.

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“It’s so pretty here,” you said quietly. Your hands wrapped around a takeaway coffee cup to keep you warm.

The sun was setting over the ocean, Jay had bought you to a viewing point just on top of a small hill that gave you a beautiful view of the coastline. All the weekend sunbathers had gone home, just leaving the two of you and a few couples strolling along the sand for a romantic walk. It was comfortable, being with Jay felt comfortable, and you didn’t want this moment to end any time soon.

Jay looked over at you, his own cup long forgotten, “I’m glad you like it. I found this place a few weeks back and wanted to bring someone here, I’m glad it’s you who I brought.”

You met his gaze, his eyes were soft as he looked at you and there was something there that you couldn’t decipher. Something warm and content. You thought that this was probably the first time you’d seen Jay completely relaxed and happy, as if he didn’t have a single worry in the world.

“Why does this feel like the end?” Jay sighed, he tilted his head at you with a small pout on his lips. If you didn’t have a conscience then you would’ve kissed him right then and there. But you had morals, somewhat.

“It’s not the end, you’ll still see me,” you tried to reassure him. But it sort of was the end, at least for now. It would be hard for you to see Jay without May becoming suspicious, these late night meet ups would have to halt for the time being.

“But it feels like it,” he whined out, tilting his head until it rested on your shoulder softly. “How will I survive without seeing you every day or going on our cute little dates.”

“Dates?” You asked, eyebrow raised teasingly. You know he already considered them as such, his text earlier confirmed that, but it was fun to see him flush pink at your tone.

“Is that not what these are?” He asked, sitting up and turning himself to face you instead. He took your hands in his, lacing your fingers together.

You knew Jay was an affectionate person, he was always finding an excuse to have his hands on you somewhere. But usually he wasn’t this bold, he’d always opt for a careful hand placed on the small of your back or a quick hug at the end of the night. This was the first time he’d been this forward, you liked this side of him.

“I guess so,” you replied, squeezing his hands. “Don’t worry sweetheart, there will be other dates in the future.”

“Promise?” He asked, eyes wide as he met your gaze. You nodded.

“Promise.”

You watched as he brought your hand up to his mouth, pressing his lips gently to the skin there in a soft kiss. His lips lingered there for a second as he took a deep breathe, taking in your scent. A soothing feeling washed over him, just being near you was enough to do that to him.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?” He said, lips brushing against your skin with each word. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head in response, “well I’m telling you now, you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever laid my eyes on. And I’ll tell you that every single day from now on.”

“You’re unbelievably cute,” you replied. You tugged on his hands to bring him closer to you, so much so that he was hovering slightly over you. You weren’t necessarily small, but Jay still towered over you. If it wasn’t for the furry black ears poking out of his hair then he might’ve looked intimidating, big emphasis on ‘might’.

“What are you doing?” He asked quietly, voice strained when he noticed how close the two of you were. He was leaning up slightly on his knees, hands now released from yours and placed on either sides of your hips.

“What does it look like?” You smiled, bringing one of your own hands up to brush against his cheek softly. Jay subconsciously leant against your palm, closing his eyes briefly before looking back down at you.

He scanned your face for any sign of hesitancy, “we really shouldn’t do this.” He whispered, but his actions said the opposite as he moved impossibly closer.

You dropped your hand as he brought one of his own to cup the back of your neck, drawing you closer. You could feel his breath over your lips, he was so close you could almost taste him.

“We shouldn’t,” you agreed, never once moving your gaze from his. “But I really want to.”

Jay smiled gently, “I really fucking want to as well.”

And that was when your morals flew out of the window.

Jay drew you closer, finally pressing his lips against yours. Automatically your hands flew back to his cheeks, holding him against you as you moved your lips with him. He was so gentle, as if he was scared that you were about to disappear, but it was everything you’d imagined it would be.

Pulling you tight against him, Jay pushed his tongue past your lips to taste you fully. If he wasn’t already obsessed with you, he definitely was now that he’d gotten his first taste. You were so good for him, letting him take control of the kiss and taking everything that he gave you, even when he tugged on your bottom lip harshly.

“Jay,” you whined into his mouth, pulling back a little to look at him. His eyes were half lidded, a lazy smile on his lips as he tried to chase your own. “We need to stop.”

He pouted in response, bringing his lips down to your neck this time, “but why? Do you not like it?”

He brought his head up from your neck, looking at you with genuine concern that he might’ve gone too far. You almost caved, instead opting to kiss his forehead to soothe him.

“I love kissing you Jay,” you replied, feeling him relax against you. “Trust me, I do. But we really need to get going, it’s late.”

Jay looked up, noticing how the sun had set and a cool wind was starting to swirl around you. It would be cold soon, he needed to get you home before your froze to death outside. He nodded, pressing one last kiss to your lips before standing up and offering you a hand.

You took it, standing up next to him and brushing off your clothes. This time you didn’t let go, intertwining your fingers with his as you set off on the short walk back to your place.

“When will I get to see you again?” He asked softly, swinging your hands between the two of you. Your apartment was nearing and you didn’t want the night to end, you didn’t want to go back to pretending that you weren’t head over heels for this man.

“Soon Jay, I promise,” you turned to face him as you reached your front door. “I’ll text you every day, and I’ll come by in the mornings as much as I can. We’ll work it out.”

He nodded, he trusted your words that you wouldn’t lie to him. Whatever this was between the two of you, he didn’t want it to end any time soon.

Jay leant down, pressing his lips to yours a couple times before pulling away, “I’ll text you when I’m home, ok baby?”

Baby. Baby… Baby.

“Please do,” you managed to breathe out. You kissed him once more, lingering your taste on his lips so he would remember you, “be safe.”

As he walked away, his little ears disappearing into the distance, you realised the weight of what you’d done. Your morals truly were fucked.

90s LOVE — park jay

➞ bf!jay x f!reader

➞ hockey!au, inspired by the 90s love by nct u mv !!!

➞ synopsis : jay plays against your ex's hockey team

➞ fluff????

➞ word count : 1.6k

➞ tw : jay kicking ass semi-violent fight moment, swearing, just an itty bitty mention of blood

ᓚᘏᗢ aj — LOLLL took me so long to acc publish anything on here. if she sucks lets just pretend she doesn’t. smth short for tonight bc this is all i’ve been thinking of recently. enforcer refers to a player that deters and respond to violent play by the opposing team by starting fights w them. ALSO HAHAH I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HOCKEY.

jay’s vision blurs momentarily as he gets shoved into the side panels of the rink. he regains his balance quickly though, and he brushes off the aching pain in his shoulders. he looks up hoping to get a glimpse of the jersey number that had just body checked him. he stomps on the ice, breezing past his teammates and the opposing team alike. he scans the ice for the puck and finds an open spot, and he watches his team fall back into a defensive position when they fail to shoot the puck into the opposing team's net.

that stupid number 10 was getting on jay’s nerve. he wore his jersey proudly as he strutted the ice with such toxicity. he was a bad player. he had been playing dirty, and the refs weren’t calling any of it. they turned a blind eye to it. he was known as one of the enforcers for the opposing team. now, jay was in no way the enforcer of his team; that was left for his other teammates. jay was the center of his team. jay was warned about number 10. not by his teammates nor his coach, but by his girlfriend.

"jay whatever he says or does during the game. just ignore him."

jay wanted to ignore him so bad. jay could tolerate the rough play on the ice; the shoving was all part of the game, and that game, jay could play. but the comments were much worse to tolerate. not when they included you. number 10 was your ex, jang jiwook. the stories you had a hard time opening up to jay about made jay hate his guts, despite not knowing the guy at all. upon hearing about the things he had done to you, jay just had to know what he looked like to at least keep an eye out for you when in public. throughout the entirety of the first half of the game, jiwook had been throwing comments left and right to jay about you, his beloved girlfriend. the misogynistic name-calling was enough to get steam blowing out of jay’s ears as if he were an animated character. while jay was good at keeping his temper in check, he couldn’t keep ignoring what jiwook was saying about you. jay wanted to listen to you so bad. he didn’t want to upset you first and foremost.

jiwook skates past jay again, briskly brushing past his shoulder. jay manages to skate into an open spot where he steals the puck away from the current holder and is able to turn the game around from there. upon rounding to the blue line nearest to the opposing team's net. jay looks to his right, finding jiwook coming in with such speed that he is sure he is about to come in and bulldoze jay. and so he passes the puck to another teammate, hoping they will be able to finish the play and score for their team. his teammate is able to make the score, which leads to a chorus of cheers from their school crowd.

jiwook skates up past jay with a smirk playing on his lips. jay’s irritation begins to grow.

"i heard you were with yn? have fun with my leftovers." and with that, he skates away. jay can hear him chuckling under his breath. jay breathes out for a moment. the cold arena makes his hot breath come out as a white fog. eyes averted to the clock and then back to the game. jay’s eyes watch carefully as his teammates skate with such vigour; he can hear the calls from left and right, yet as sunghoon calls out for jay to pass to, before he can even receive the puck in the bill of his stick, a body comes smashing into his side, sending jay toppling over.

the audience falls into a frenzy, some cheering, some complaining. jay’s teammates turn their heads in concern for his condition. jay feels jiwook’s heavy weight lift off him, and jiwooks teammates are hitting their sticks against the boards of the rink. despite the heavy hit to his head, jay can still see straight, and all he wants to go for is the big blue jersey with the numbers 10 stamped in white letters plastered on the back.

sunghoon approaches jay; he asks him if he’s okay. but his words just sounded slurred to jay, who begins catching up to jiwook. sunghoon looks towards the student section of the audience in search of you. fully knowing what’s about to happen next.

jay can hear the shouts of his teammates in the players box, and he is sure his coach is mixed in there yelling about not following the play. but he simply shakes his white gloves off and rips his helmet off his head, proceeding to toss it to the side. his right arm comes to tap jiwooks shoulder, who spins around on his skates only to be met with jay’s cold fist to his face. the crowd's roars intensify after the first hit.

the first hit is enough to get the helmet twisted partially off jiwook’s head. but the second left hook knocks the helmet clean off. leaving a defenceless jiwook to jay’s assault. jiwooks arms come to either side of jay’s bulky arms, and he quickly rips his gloves off in an attempt to retaliate for the violence. jay is full of rage; he is already burning up under all the equipment layered on his body.

"don’t fucking talk about yn like that," jay tells him. hair disheveled. jiwook struggles against jay who throws the last punch before the refs tear the two boys apart. jay comes back to his senses upon being scolded by the referee as he gets ushered to the penalty box. jiwook is skating with crimson blood slowly dripping from his nose, it drips onto his chin and onto the neck cut of his jersey.

jay refuses to look at jiwook from the penalty box, but when he cranes his neck to look at the spot where you reside among the other watchers in the arena, he fails to find you. but he knows you are probably upset at him for acting out. despite your warnings for jay, he never promised you that he wouldn’t hurt jang jiwook.

after five minutes in the box, he returns to the players box, where his teammates cheer him on and praise him for being able to square up to an enforcer despite being a center. fighting wasn’t jay’s job, at least not on the ice. but fighting for you? it was his job, and he takes his job very seriously. his teammates send him to the locker room, and jay wholeheartedly expects his coach to be in the locker room, where he would get scolded and lectured for not waiting on an enforcer on his team to take the damage for him. that wasn’t what entirely plagued his mind though.

upon reaching the changing rooms, he pushes them open and expects to face his rugged and scary coach. but as he prepares to feel his coach’s wrath rain down on him, he finds you instead. your purse dangling by your side while you stand with your arms crossed. you wear jay’s jersey with pride, regardless of his new reputation on the ice and the several stares people gave you when you began to make your way to the change rooms to talk to jay.

"look, i’m sorry—"

"you fucked him up good, you know." you told him, and jay lets out a breath of relief. you weren’t that mad. at least if you were, it wasn’t really showing. "he was saying shit about you. what did you expect me to do?" jay asks you, crossing his arms over his chest to mimic you.

"didn’t i tell you to ignore him?"

"how ‘bout you try ignoring my ex when she calls me her leftovers?" jay argues, huffing out in annoyance. jay sits on one of the benches, exhausted and with his head still spinning. you stop your movements. "he called me his leftovers?" your expression morphs to that of amusement. "well now i’m glad that you kicked his ass." you say. maneuvering past the other benches and duffle bags scattered over the floor. you take jay’s head into your arms and stand between his legs. he lays his head on your chest automatically. jay’s arms come around your torso, hugging you closer to him. a hand rests on one of his shoulders while the other tangles in jay’s hair.

"and to be clear, if your ex said anything bad about you, i would fight her too." you laugh softly. you can hear jay’s muffled chuckles. "i think i've got to go before your coach actually comes and scolds you." you tell him softly. he lets out a whine, his arms circling around you tighter, refusing to let you go.

"you still have a game to play, jay." you tell him sweetly, hands coming to his shoulders. he parts from you. looking up at you with such a yearning gaze. his eyes are soft. contrasting the way his eyes sharpened when he looked at jiwook with such fervour during the game. you bend down to press a kiss onto the corner of jay’s lip. when you pull away, jay follows your lips. his eyes fluttered closed and not realizing what he was doing. a small smirk appears on his lips as he looks away from you and refocuses his gaze onto a different corner of the room out of a sudden burst of timidness. jay would do anything for you, even if that meant getting benched for the rest of the season because your loser dickhead ex boyfriend is salty you found a better man.

"park, you’re supposed to be attacking the net, not the opposing players." you and jay jump at the voice of jay’s coach booming through the locker room.

THE END WAHOOOOOOO

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13. MISUNDERSTANDINGS

pairing: kang taehyun x reader

word count: 1.1k words

summary: friends— that's all what you guys are, yet why does he brush your hair so fondly? why does he holds your hand as you walk home? And you don't even like each other that much. wait, fuck, maybe you do? does he though? you have to find out someway or another.

warning: one suggestive joke

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Slowly, you step out of your room, finding the man you've been dreading to see sitting on your couch. The cap he was wearing was now long discarded, his silver strands of hair sticking up in every direction— he looks oddly adorable, and comforting too.

You take a step forward, the wooden floorboards creak underneath your feet. You have your gaze on your feet but as you lift your head, you notice that he was already looking at you. Something in your chest leaped.

"Taehyun," you mutter as you stand still, your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

He went to stand up and walk over to you, leaving a small space between you. The urge to wrap his arms around you is strong— to embrace you, and tell you words that he's been wanting to say. The words that were left unspoken throughout the years of your friendship. It hasn't been that long, yet he missed you.

"You can speak now, you know," you glance up at him, smiling softly to ease the tension that was slowly rising. You felt the need to reassure him that it's okay and that you'll listen, but those words were the ones that left you.

He couldn't get himself to look at you. He wasn't sure why he couldn't look you in your eyes— it's ridiculous because you've always been the one to shy away from him, afraid that you'll get caught by his gaze. And yet, it's him that's avoiding creating any sort of eye contact with you now.

Taehyun clears his throat. His hand travels down to the fabric of his pants, nervously bunching them up in his fist. His heart feels like it could burst through his chest at any moment. "Am I too late to say that I like you?"

For a moment, there was silence. But you quickly answer him. "Almost. But you managed to catch up before the deadline."

His lips form into a small smile. Your lighthearted words lessened the violent thumping of his heart, his shoulders relaxing not realizing how tense he was.

"When did you start liking me?" You want to continue asking him and flood him with more questions, but you hold yourself back.

"Remember when I asked you if I could borrow your colored pencils? I only borrowed it to keep it to myself for a while." Taehyun replies; his voice is suddenly quiet, soft, and it threw you off a bit. "I didn't return it for half a year because I thought it would make you remember me. I thought that maybe you'll associate the colored pencils with me every time you think about it. I started liking you even before that, but that was my only way of turning your attention towards me."

"...and it worked." your reply came with a light laugh, your gaze not leaving his face. His reddening cheeks began to bloom, the sort of red that brings champagne roses to the imagination.

Taehyun had to pause. His eyes wide from your words, he couldn't believe what he just heard. The plan he put together as a thirteen year old worked? That's not what he was expecting. His lips curl into a much wider smile. And oh, his smile is one of happiness growing, much as a spring flower opens. You could see how it came from deep inside to light his eyes and spread into every part of him.

"Personally hearing it from you hits way more different than seeing the signs. I refused to believe that you like me like that, I kept thinking to myself that it's platonic."

You tilt your head to the side, brows furrowed in confusion. "But what I'm confused about is your past relationships. If you liked me for that long then what about them?"

"I didn't date them. Who told you that I did?"

You look at him with your lips slightly ajar, as if he just said something so unbelievable. "Huh? But Beomgyu told me that you had several exes. Who's Sooyoung then?"

Taehyun had to stifle a laugh. "She's my cousin. During the graduation ball she pulled me away from you guys, right? Her friend was too shy to ask me to dance and I had to dance with her friend or else I wouldn't be here right now." He leans his shoulder against the nearest wall, now watching your face contort from different kinds of emotions. It felt like he was watching a movie from your face alone.

"Really? But I didn't really see that much because the lights were too dim."

Taehyun hums, "are you jealous?"

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "Of course I am. What person would want to see their crush with someone else. The karaoke one you posted? I'll be honest I almost cried when I saw that."

"Well, to explain that she asked me to celebrate with her because her boyfriend proposed to her. I didn't get to inform you about it and our karaoke Sunday was canceled because of it, which I deeply apologize for not letting you know."

You let his words sink in silence, lowering your gaze from his face to stare at the floor. Some of the things were unclear to you and others you assumed, filling in the blank space to create a possible scenario— which only hurt yourself in the process. The misunderstandings mostly came from you and Beomgyu now that you have thought about it.

You open your arms wide enough to envelope him with your warmth and in a heartbeat, his arms carefully wrapping around you. He was afraid that he'd squeeze you, leave you breathless from how tight his arms are around you. But you beg to differ. There is the embrace of gentle arms that still gives the space to breathe; then there is the hug of strong arms that tells everything that you are— body, brain, and soul— that they are with you. And he happens to be both.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, catching a whiff of the gentle scent of vanilla from your shampoo. It was oddly comforting.

"I'll court you. I want to make it up to you and shower you with the love you deserve." His voice was below a whisper, however from how close you were it was clear enough for you to hear. "All the wasted days, months, even years. I regret not telling you the truth years ago. But now I'm not letting you go, I refuse to let anyone steal you away from me."

"You better. I won't just let you in that easily," you pout. "I can still wait."

Taehyun smiles, you could feel his lips curl against your skin. "Wait until I'll put a ring on your finger, future Mrs. Kang."

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