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small feelings

fwb!jaehyun x afab reader

18+ mdni, smut

summary: you cannot shake off this feeling of sadness and aimlessness, and the only thing that makes you feel alive these days is having sex up with your sneaky link / fwb jaehyun. but after a particular hookup session, you realize you are certain of your feelings for him: you are in love with him. on top of all these lingering mental problems, you realize he will never love you back. so you have no choice but to push him away, and everything else too.

wc: 8k (girl bye it was not that serious)

cw: very self-indulgent im ctfu, depressed / miserable reader, very brief suicide ideation, arguing followed by a time skip, HEAVY miscommunication, some blood bc reader gets hurt from dropping a vase, kinda hurt/comfort (?), protected sex turns unprotected, creampie, petnames (baby, angel, princess), jaehyun kinda gets freaky and possessive, spitting kink, idk what else honestly I suck at this omg

OCTOBER, WEEK 1

he’s approaching. well, that is what he told you about half an hour ago. and since then, you have been scrambling around the house back and forth, trying to clean up as best as you can because something as simple as that seems to slip from your mind among other things recently.

you scan your room with your eyes to see if you missed anything, and, of course, you did: your bright purple vibrator sitting pretty on your pink sheets—of which you were using before he called. you mentally smack yourself at how stupid you are to almost leave something like that out in the open.

your heart races as you run to the bathroom to do a quick clean to at least give the illusion that it is not entirely dirty. and so you do the same for every area in the house again, even the ones he will not go in. essentially, everything besides the garage because that is beyond saving.

jaehyun won’t care anyway, but eventually the place is finally to your liking and satisfaction. you head back to your room to change into a cute, tight, and pink outfit because that is something he does care about. deep down, you know that is why he is even coming to your house after work: for your body. however, you crave his too, so, in essence, that makes you just as bad.

you have to apply your makeup quickly; he should be here soon. but as your hands mindlessly work on your face, you stare at yourself in the vanity mirror: the girl who looks back is just so…unrecognizable. and for a split second, you swear you can see her frown back at you. when you blink, though, only your pathetic reflection remains.

you try to shake off the feeling as your phone screen lights up next to you.

jae <3 : I’m here. open the door.

he doesn’t knock. he never does. and somehow, the blunt tone of the message has you feeling uneasy.

you check yourself out just one more time before walking up to the door to let him in. but as your hand reaches for the doorknob, you let a sigh escape from your mouth to calm down. you are always nervous to see him, and you can’t help but hate yourself for that.

even so, you just clear your throat and fix your posture before finally opening the door. and there you see him: the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes upon. and more specifically, the man you wanted to be yours.

it all happened so fast. you were in his arms. I missed you’s were exchanged even though it hadn’t even been a week since the last. the both of you gravitated towards your room in an uncontrolled, frenzied manner—kissing and crashing into the walls on the way. clothes were thrown and scattered onto your carpet.

it all happened so fast—and so naturally. he just understands you in a way no one or nothing has: he makes you feel alive when everything else inside of you feels dead.

the night is young, and your body feels like it’s on fire. he’s unrelenting. it’s a feeling that you only want for yourself but you’ll never dare to let him know that—you can’t. and still, you want more. his cock is magic and you’re falling for its vicious spell.

it’s criminal: the lewd and loud sounds that your bodies make clapping against each other while also moaning relentlessly. the neighbors can probably hear you guys going at it but that does not matter at all when you’re with him. actually, all your problems vanish when you’re with him, and just maybe, that is why you always come back for more—the escapism is a drug.

“how do you feel and taste better each time? holy shit, baby.”

his nails dig those familiar crescents into your hips as the backshots he’s giving you only become more intense—pain and pleasure in its most pure and perfect form.

“this is what you wanted, huh?”

“oh god yes,” you mewl.

“taking it so good, princess.”

you unconsciously clench tight on his cock in response and he laughs softly.

“my pretty girl likes it when I tell her how good she’s doing… so fucking cute. you make it so hard to hold back, you know?”

your back arches and your hands grip onto the sheets with such a violent and searing pleasure that can only be brought out by him.

“then don’t.”

you don’t know where this sudden rush of courage came from, and it surprises the both of you. and so after a few more thrusts into you, he slows down then stops.

“what are you implying, angel?”

“exactly what I just said. if you don’t want to hold back, there is no reason you should be.”

“is that so?”

“yes,” you say, holding back a whimper as you feel his cock twitch in your walls.

“ok, I just needed the clarification. in that case… can I take the condom off then?” he asks. his voice is firm, but somehow tender and sweet.

“jae…” you sigh, even though your heart skips a beat. “actually, I don’t know…”

“you can’t just rile me up and then back down. come on, princess. I promise I’ll be careful. I’ll pull out.”

you guys had met almost a year and a half ago through mutual friends. and then you started messing around six months into knowing each other, but you had never done it raw before with him. although you don’t hate the idea, the fact he is the one who asked first makes you nervous. the feeling might be too much; the idea of it is too much. it would be too much to bear. it would feel…intimate and romantic, almost. and that right there is something you have been trying to fight in silence for a while now.

and just as you’re about to tell him no, his long fingers trail along the spine of your back and you tremble pathetically to his touch.

“come on… you know you want it too, don’t lie to yourself.”

“well, yes, but–”

“but what?”

you don’t say anything as your mind runs in circles to find an excuse; you do really want it at your core. the thought of it also awakens something primal inside of you. that voice in the back of your head is screaming no, but everything else needs this. you need this.

“you scared? scared it’ll feel too good?” he says, rolling his hips smoothly into yours again.

“I’m not scared…hhh…” you choke, shaking as he starts hitting it from the back again.

“then what is it?”

your mind blanks other than the thought of how much better it would feel if he took it off. and just like that, you find yourself nodding your head.

“you’ll let me do that? I need a yes or a no. come on, baby,” he says, fingers tracing smooth circles onto your back.

“ok fine, n-need it off. please…” you whine as you give in.

“I got you, princess,” he soothes.

he slides out of your plush walls, and you turn your head to watch as he removes the rubber with ease. his eyes glow as he strokes himself a bit and lines himself up again at your entrance.

the tip alone has you both seeing stars, but that feeling is taken to the next level when he is all the way in—it’s cosmic.

you can’t think straight. now, it’s too much yet too little. you keep rolling your hips back to meet his thrusts because you’re so needy and desperate for more. you tilt your head back again and watch as the veins in his arms pop out as he uses force to still you from moving.

“stop it. just let me make you feel good. let me do all the work, okay?”

he slides almost all the way out—his tip latching onto your entrance—before pushing himself back with force and passion. it feels like heaven, twice as nice even, and the deep seated feeling of guilt in your gut makes it shamefully feel better. so you can’t help but fight against his strength and push yourself back onto his dick.

“I thought I told you to stop doing that,” he says, voice now stern and demanding.

he grabs a fistful of your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulls your back up to his chest.

“isn’t that right?” he whispers seductively into your ear, licking a thick stripe along the earlobe.

“s-sorry,” you cry out.

his strokes are slow and delicious like this, but before you can really bask in the feeling, he pushes you back onto the bed, his arm somehow managing to snake around your neck like a headlock. your hands are now clutching at the sheets again, with more force if even possible. his chest is right against your back and the closeness of it all is suffocating yet so divine.

“fuck jae, s-so good…”

“god, princess. you drive me crazy, you know that, right?” he groans into your ear.

his hips now slam into yours perfectly—hitting that spot and angle rhythmically. he chokes you harder with his arm as his pace becomes faster and messier. you clench onto his dick as you feel that band in your stomach about to explode.

“let me cum inside. fuck, baby, please. let me do it,” he’s vocal in a way he never has been and it’s driving you over the edge.

you just moan, mind too fuzzy to even think or speak properly. his every move and sound feels amplified like this and it’s dizzying.

“god damn, you’re just sucking me in so good… so tight… please…” he whimpers, his pace becoming even more messier.

“jae, oh my god,” you moan.

you can barely breathe now. it all hurts so good. it’s too dangerous. it really feels like he’s making love to you and you’re scared that by letting him finish inside you, your feelings for him will become even more complicated than they already are.

“hurry up, baby. yes or no. I’m not gonna last longer the way you’re squeezing onto me. holy shit…” he chokes out.

a couple more strokes has him twitching and that makes it all the more real. your heart begins to race in a way it never has before. and soon enough, you feel that sweet and vicious euphoria rushing up to you in cathartic shivers and it lets the words roll off your tongue: “cum in me, jae. please.”

the both of you cry out as the orgasm courses through your body which leads to him shooting his warm ropes into your velvet walls.

“jae, I lo–oh my…”

jaehyun kisses your ear and continues to ride out your orgasm.

he really just fucked you so good that you almost told him that you loved him. and the sad and terrifying truth was that if you weren’t sure of that before, you were damn sure of it now. you are in love with him. he mostly likely just sees you as his booty call, and you can’t blame him because you answer every time with no hesitation.

and the worst part is that you know he will never love the real you: the one that is constantly dragged down by the demons of the past.

when he pulls out and away from you, your body immediately reacts to the lack of heat and warmth from him. the afterglow doesn’t last long before the shame pours in with no mercy.

and strangely enough, the tears start to drip down your flushed cheeks because this was it. you had given him basically all that you could. you gave him the rawest form of love you had and that still wasn’t enough for an I like you. really, what more could you expect after that? things will only go down from here.

you are ripped back into reality with the sound of him rambling.

“…all right. see what happens when you let me do my thing?” he says, so happy and sure of himself.

but your heart feels like it has shattered into a million fragments. and there was no way you could hide it. you can’t even look at him. you sniffle—tears pouring and staining your cheeks.

“uh yeah…” you mumble, wiping under your eyes with the back of your hand.

the energy in the room has shifted like a light switch, but he doesn’t take notice.

“you need to go, jae,” you whisper.

“what was that, angel?”

“you need to go,” you say, voice still a quiet whisper.

“uhhh, is everything ok? I thought–”

you turn to look at him now and he is taken aback by the pain written all over your face.

“I said you need to go. now!” you raise your voice.

“what’s wrong? was it something just now? did I go too far?”

“I don’t… I don’t want to talk about it right now. please… just leave…”

you wouldn’t want to see him ever again, actually you couldn’t stand the thought of having to pretend around him anymore knowing you couldn't be his and he couldn’t be yours.

“princess…” he sighs, placing his hand on your shoulder.

but you nudge it away and start to gather his clothes.

“what the hell, y/n? talk to me!”

the sudden switch to your name at this moment makes you even angrier for some reason.

“I need you to go! what about that don’t you understand?”

you throw his clothes at him, but his scent—the overuse of cologne to mask the stench of weed—bounces back to you anyway. they fall and scatter all over his feet and he stares at you in disbelief.

you knew you were being dramatic, but you couldn’t help it: you felt hurt. and most of all, just plain stupid for thinking there was even a slight possibility for something more to happen between the two of you—a future.

he sighs as he dresses himself lazily, not even bothering to buckle his belt.

“tell you what… what I don’t understand is why you always keep making things harder for me. just why can’t you open yourself up to me emotionally. WHAT is going on that you feel the need to shut down like this?”

“oh so now I’m a chore for you?”

“that is NOT what I am saying.”

“it is what you’re implying. I’m too much for you, aren’t I?”

“right now, yes, you are. but I need you to help me here. just TALK to me.”

your mind doesn’t register that last part, only caught up with that yes. you are too much for him. you already felt like a burden to everyone and everything in this damn world but to hear it vocalized from him even in the slightest had your thoughts reeling into dangerous territory.

you could not form the words, instead choking on your sobs.

“y/n…”

you cry as you feel so many emotions—all these small feelings you had ignored—crash over you like an unforgiving, powerful wave.

“hey, I–”

“just get the fuck out!” you cut him off.

your words are charged with anger and you just want to scream at him more for being so stupid and so beautiful.

he sighs again. his eyes are now glowing with a certain sadness and concern that makes the regret all the more soul-crushing. why couldn’t he just love you back? why couldn’t he just fix you?

he gets closer to you so he can place a tender kiss on your forehead. he strokes his thumb on your cheek, like he normally does, but this time it makes you feel sick to your stomach.

“just talk to me whenever you’re ready, princess. I’ll be waiting,” he says.

he walks out of your room and slams the door on the way out. the sound echoes into your heart and soul. and you cry harder than before because you knew deep down that you weren’t going to talk to him again. ever.

and loneliness, then, watches you from the nearest shadow, waiting like a ravenous predator.

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OCTOBER, WEEK 1, THE NEXT DAY

*jae <3 sent you $150

jae <3 : you know, for the plan B, just in case ;)

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NOVEMBER

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DECEMBER

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JANUARY, WEEK 2

nostalgia is one hell of a drug, and also one hell of a bitch when it comes to letting go. there’s a ton of clothes in your closet that don’t even fit you or you just wouldn’t wear anymore—your taste has changed, or rather, grown. yet for some reason you have it all stashed in there like some hoarder on a television show. it’s an amalgamation of distinct eras of your life and memories that you are too lazy—and also don’t want to—throw away. nonetheless, you cannot find that one damn jacket you swore was in there. you think to yourself that perhaps, just maybe, it is deep in your hamper full of dirty clothes that you haven’t touched in weeks.

you decide you need to leave your house for something other than work and unavoidable errands. staying cooped up inside has done more damage than you’d like to admit, especially when the days are like mush and blend together. this monotonous excuse of an existence is a curse, truly.

not bothering to rummage through the mess, you just pick the first jacket you can find and put it on even though it does not match your outfit at all.

it’s late in the afternoon, and it’s only been one hour since you woke up and got out of bed.

through your window, you take notice of the dull, cloudy sky and realize it’s going to be that annoying, uncomfortable type of chilly day outside, but you have your mind settled on going to the park because god knows you need to touch some grass and reconnect with nature.

you slightly regret brushing off your friends who asked to hangout, but you didn’t want to drag their moods down with how miserable you were. you had to clear your mind—rid it of all reminders of him.

this glumness has just consumed you with a vengeance like no other.

and inevitably, it follows you to the car as you put the keys into the ignition and then drive to the park as if on autopilot. it follows you as you get out and find a bench to sit your pathetic butt on. it then sinks its razor–sharp teeth into you as your eyes scan your surroundings and realize you are alone.

there are kids playing with one another, couples walking together, and just all types of people who just don’t look empty. you know you shouldn’t generalize that because these people could just be putting on a facade for all you know. what stings, though, is how you no longer have the energy to put one on yourself. there’s no bone in your body that has the ability to present such a performance anymore.

instead, you try to focus on something else, like the trees or the stray dogs running around, but you can’t ignore the obvious: you still feel like shit.

you can’t help but ruminate over the fact that you feel so…unhappy, and a large part of that just comes from loneliness. also, you just feel stuck, like there is no moving forward from this because this sadness will never let go of its vicious grasp on you.

it’s like all the small and minor feelings you shoved aside were now majorly affecting every part of your soul, body, and mind.

there are just so many things to be disappointed about in your life and it is killing you—eating away at you inside-out. a single, stupid teardrop drips down your cheek because apparently even that is all your body can muster.

so after a few excruciating minutes of people-watching and the endless screaming in your mind, you decide that this trip was for nothing.

you don’t bother to pick up something to eat on the way home. you’ve lost your appetite.

and just when you think your day couldn’t get any more sour, it does. the cherry on top is that your car stops mid-driveway as it just shuts off. it had been needing repairs that you had been putting off and it came right back to bite in this vulnerable time.

you just groan and debate killing yourself right then and there, but then decide you should just masturbate and go to sleep.

you walk into your home like a ghost, change into comfy clothes, and hop into bed.

as you log into your second twitter account, a caller notification pops up on your screen. your heart sinks to your stomach as you end up clicking it on accident and realize exactly who is calling: jae <3.

you hadn’t exactly brought it upon yourself to block his number despite the few times he tried reaching out throughout the months you haven’t spoken.

you freeze when you hear some rustling and then his familiar, warm voice speaking: “y/n?? you picked up! oh my… I–is it ok if I talk. o-or do you wanna go first? well, we don’t have to right now if you don’t want that, we can meet up–”

beep. you hang up.

you just can’t. hearing him so happy and excited made you want to run back into his arms, but you knew that couldn’t be a reality. even if he did like you back, there was no way in hell he would love the dark parts of you, the parts that made you feel so aimless and eternally dejected. he said it himself: it was too much.

you couldn’t do that to him.

a few seconds later, you get a text that reads talk to me, please :(

and then another call, but you don’t pick up this time. although, you almost do, because he could fix your car—and you miss everything about him—but the car is the most important part, obviously.

after, you stalk all his socials and let regret do its usual bidding.

the night ends with loneliness steeped in exhaustion that not even a scrolling-through-twitter-bookmarks session could remedy.

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JANUARY, WEEK 3

it’s that damned time of the year where it rains a bit too much for your liking because now you don’t really know if it’s right to blame the weather for being extremely sad, glum, and horny but you do it anyway.

and naturally, you stare at the ceiling with empty eyes as you ponder about life or whatever (and mainly him, as always, it seems). the television plays Jersey Shore in the background, yet even that can’t conceal the incessant trickle of the rain and the downpour hitting your roof and outside your window. you want to scream or die or kill somebody; any of those sound good right about now. you’re broke as hell—bank account barely skating above the negatives—so you can’t order anything to your house and you’ve used your vibrator too many times to count that the feeling it used to give you is no longer the same. there’s no point. ugh. you hate it here.

but it’s like he can sense your distress and almost immediately after groaning into the loneliness of your room, your phone dings. you pick up the phone from under your blanket and see the screen lit up with a text message from a certain someone you’ve been avoiding.

jae <3 : you doing anything rn princess? I wanna come over. I haven’t seen you in so long… I really want to talk to you.

and that is all it takes for the walls you built up to come crumbling down.

you bite your lip to hide the cheeky grin that creeps onto your face like an idiot. damn it. you fight the urge to reply back immediately so as to not seem desperate.

yes, he’s sent a string of messages over the course of time you’ve been ignoring him, but this one feels different, and maybe that is just because you want it to be.

anyway, his dick could fix at least one of your problems right now so after waiting for what felt like forever, you hit him back.

y/n: just chilling by myself. hungry. pls bring food.

you were rotting in bed in pajamas you’ve worn for a bit over two days so you immediately scramble out of the sheets to get yourself dolled up for him because for some reason you feel the need to impress him.

it isn’t until half an hour later that jaehyun shows up at your doorstep, soaked from the rain, holding grocery bags in his hands. his dimples still show even as he smiles with semi-pursed lips.

you stare at him for a while, bewildered at how even more gorgeous and stunning he seems, and honestly holding yourself back from just latching on him like a rabid animal.

“can I come in or…are you just gonna keep looking at me like a deer in headlights?” he says, smug.

you snatch the bags from him with a swiftness that makes your emotions of lust and embarrassment all the more palpable, and head towards your kitchen table to set them down. he giggles slightly at this and he takes off his sopping wet jacket, hanging it up on the coat rack you have in the entry hallway. and then he kicks off his shoes with ease which leaves them on the floor scattered. he drops his keys on the counter with a loud bang, running his fingers through his hair after. he sighs loudly and it echoes throughout the room and you can feel it within your chest. it’s all so…safe and comfortable, and maybe that’s because he’s done this many times before. and it feels like nothing has changed even though you haven’t spoken to him in months.

well that is until you snoop through the bags and peep a bouquet of flowers—your favorite ones at that.

“jae, what is this for?” you ask.

you turn your face to look at him, thinking he’s still lurking by the entrance but he’s actually standing right behind you.

your face is now inches away from his chest. and you can breathe in his musk. he reeks of cologne and weed in the best way possible. you stumble and bump your back onto a chair as he reaches over your side.

“I saw them and I thought of you,” he mumbles, grabbing all the other bags.

he drags his feet to the kitchen and unloads all the groceries onto the counter.

it’s so subtle that you almost don’t catch it but the tops of his ears turn a bit red after he says it. it’s cute, and your heart flutters at how he remembers the little things about you.

“well thank you. they’re really pretty.”

the plastic bag crumples as you take the bouquet out and you dive your nose in to take in their sweet aroma.

“I’ll be right back,” you say before heading to your basement to find a vase to put them in, and also to cool off. maybe it was the time apart, but your mind could not function properly around him. it was like every quality about him became ten times more attractive and enticing.

you flip the light switch on and the light flickers twice before giving out. you’ve been meaning to replace the light bulb but you keep forgetting (or rather pushing it off). and now it’s caught up to you like many other things and feelings.

you use your phone’s flashlight to guide you along the mess that you created and you finally find what you're looking for, only it’s at the top of some shelf that you can’t really reach. there’s a small ladder that’s hiding in the small crevice between the shelf and the wall. but still, even after using it and taking all three of its steps, you can barely grasp the vase with your fingertips and you slide it closer and closer towards you before it finally lands in your hands safely.

you’re on your tippy toes at this point, legs trembling. and as soon as you’re ready to get down, it happens in an instant: you lose your balance.

there’s no sugarcoating it. there’s no saving grace and you fall backwards onto your ass. even though it takes the brunt of tumble, your hands fall victim to the vase and its shattered pieces.

maybe it was the noise and the commotion or maybe you let out a scream without realizing it, but jaehyun bolts into the garage not even seconds later.

through the slivers of light radiating from your phone, you can barely peep the blood leaking from your palm and his horrified face.

“a-are you ok?” he asks.

before you can even answer, he picks you up as if you were a doll and rushes you over to the bathroom where he sits you down on the toilet seat.

he already knows where everything is so he pulls out the first aid kit from the cabinet underneath the sink and tends to your bloody hands immediately.

honestly, the cuts weren’t anything major but your heart starts to beat like crazy at how worried he is yet he remains calm and careful in taking care of you.

“this is going to hurt, princess. I’m sorry,” he says before softly dabbing a wet cloth onto your skin.

you wince in pain and he reacts by holding onto your arm and rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.

“shhh… it’s ok. I’ll make you feel better soon.”

he does this for a while and eventually reaches for the bandages.

but the whole time you found yourself staring at him in awe. there was a war going on in your mind. you analyzed his every move: the way he sighed or played with his bottom lip by nibbling on it or how he’d sneak a glance at you with so much worry. all you wanted was to crawl into his skin and be inside of him to know his thoughts and what he was thinking about you.

he places the final bandage and looks up at you with tender eyes before averting his gaze.

“thank you, jae…” you mumble.

you can feel your heart about to just slide out of your chest and onto the tile floor. the insane pace it’s beating at won’t stop.

“why didn’t you ask me for help? I thought you were just going to your room or something. I didn’t know you were going to do that and almost kill yourself.”

“ok, well I thought I had it, but I guess not. I just needed a moment to myself anyway.”

“a moment to yourself? but I just got here?”

“you don’t understand. it’s just… never mind,” you sigh.

“what? you don’t want to talk about that right now either?” he says, tone tinged with slight resentment.

you stand up from the toilet seat because the air in the room quickly is injected with tension, and it becomes stifling and suffocating. how else are you supposed to say that him getting you flowers had you riled up? and how are you supposed to tell him that being around him is too much because you’re hopelessly in love with him and want to be more than just whatever you guys have going on?

perhaps silence and secrecy are the better options.

“ok, whatever,” he says. “that’s not the point. I was right there, you could have just told me to do it. you know I’ll always be there for you, even the small things.”

“I know, jae.”

“ok, so you do know that?”

“well…”

you have a feeling you know where this is going and you want to die.

“then how come you’ve been ignoring me? all my calls and messages… I know you’ve been getting them. and you fucking hung up on me the other day too? do you know how happy I was when you answered?” he says, anger bleeding into hurt.

“I’m really sorry-”

“I’m not stupid y/n. I don’t like when you hide things from me, you know that.”

at this point, you make way towards the door but he holds onto your arm with a vice grip and shoves you back onto the toilet seat. he uses his body as a barrier so you can’t leave and you know there’s no use trying to get through.

“are you trying to make me bleed again?” you ask angrily, trying to mask how exposed and scared you feel.

“oh, don’t be dramatic, y/n. you’re not leaving until you tell me why you’ve been leaving me in the dust.”

“you’re the one being dramatic! just let me out of here!”

“I’ll let you out when I get what I want.”

“why does it matter to you anyway?”

“because I care about you!”

“you’re only saying that because you want to get between my legs.”

“that’s not true at all.”

“is it not? because that’s what it feels like.”

“you’re not being fair. let me remind you that it was me who’s been reaching out and you were the one who decides to respond after weeks of radio silence. how do you think that makes me feel?”

“I don’t know…you could’ve tried harder,” you mumble, already resigning to the fact he had already won this mini argument.

there was no point anyway. he had every right to be angry but you just hated confrontation especially when it came to him.

you were just too flustered and emotional now. you wanted to confess your feelings to him but didn’t want everything you had to collapse. you can’t look at him in the face now.

“y/n…look, I do care about you. so fucking much, actually and you have no idea.”

“jae, I care about you too but can we just not do this right now?”

“how else am I supposed to show you that I love you when you shut me out? you don’t know how much it killed me that you acted like I don’t exist to you.”

your whole body freezes at that stupid four letter word. it sounds so pretty coming from his tongue, but you don’t know if he means it the way you want it to.

he kneels on the ground so he is at eye level with you. he starts to cup his hands on your face.

“did I do something wrong? that’s all I want to know so I can fix it or try to do better.”

there’s no point in hiding anymore. when you open your eyes which have been shut closed, you see that hurt is written all over his face and it’s all your fault. your absence in his life has affected him just like it has affected you.

he just looks so sad yet so pretty and you want him to hold you and tell you it’ll all be okay. you want to kiss him, touch him, feel him, and most of all, make love to him.

“I love you, jae. I love you so much and I don’t know, every second I’m with you it gets worse because I know I won’t be more to you. I need you in a way that you can’t even imagine.”

“y/n, I-”

“LET ME FINISH!” you cut him off.

he looks taken aback at first, but then just gives a weak nod and smile to let you continue.

you start rambling: “I… I just am going through a lot mentally too and I didn’t want to ruin what we had by saying anything so for some reason it just made more sense to ignore you and hope that it would go away and-”

all of a sudden, jaehyun smashes his lips onto yours.

it’s passionate, more fervor than usual. it’s like he’s putting his all into this kiss and you just melt into him, fingers running through his hair as his hands travel to your back to pull you in closer.

“I… love you too…y/n…” he moans in between kisses.

when you both pull away, he starts to plant soft kisses along your neck that begin to travel up to your ear.

“do you need me to show you how much I love you, princess?” he whispers.

“p-please, jae… I want you…”

with no hesitation, he carries you into your room.

he then sits on the edge of the bed as you stand before him. the both of you scramble to get some clothes off and then latch onto each other like magnets—skin on skin, lips on lips.

like clockwork, you straddle your legs over his lap. you roll your hips into his and whimper at the feeling: your bare folds rubbing against his boxer briefs. one of his strong hands holds onto your lower back as the other supports the back of your neck.

the kissing is laced with carnal desire, as if you both wanted to eat the other whole. your hips move faster in response and you're both moaning into each other’s mouth. you can feel how hard he is and also how your wetness stains and seeps into the fabric.

he pulls away to trail kisses down your neck, leaving his signature love bites and marks.

once he reaches your chest, he places soft kisses before unclasping your bra like he has done many times before. but this time, you notice the look of lust and love in his eyes as they scan your body. maybe it’s always been like that and you hadn’t noticed it. your heart swells at this and you caress his cheek.

his mouth then attacks your chest with passion and you arch your back to push your body more into his. your hips are now moving in sweet circles and your mind is clouded with how good it all feels—how much fulfilling it is now that you know that he loves you back.

“my princess, so beautiful,” he coos, before grabbing you and pinning your back against the bed.

as your back lays falt, he trails kisses down your chest, stomach, and around your plush thighs. his face then makes contact with your pussy and he watches it with hungry eyes. your body quite literally trembles just knowing he is just mere centimeters away from tasting you.

“you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” he confesses.

he notices you bite your lip in anticipation. the adrenaline courses through your veins as pleasure awaits you.

“maybe, I should just… I don’t know… not do this and let you see what it feels like to be left wanting.”

“baby, I’m really sorry. please don’t tease me right now,” you whine.

“you deserve this, just a little bit,” he says before blowing air right onto your dripping folds.

you clench on nothing as he smirks at you.

“I hate you,” you moan.

“I thought you loved me?”

“two things can be true at once.”

“say you love me or else I’m not going through with this.”

“but–”

“SAY it.”

you forgot how commanding he could be in bed and it has you clenching again at nothing.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he says, content.

and just like that, he dives right into tasting you finally. the months apart had done a number on you because his mouth felt infinitely better than it ever did. it was like his thirst hadn’t been quenched in years.

it felt spiritual, as if his movements came straight from the heavens above and all you could do was lay there and take in all of his love—and anger.

it didn’t take long before you began grasping onto the locks of his now longer hair, shoving him in further to reach your high faster.

however, he pulls away with a quickness. you groan at the feeling of pleasure being snatched away from you.

“sorry, angel, but I need you to cum on my cock this time… need to feel you unwind all over me.”

you watch and rub your legs together as he slides his briefs down just enough to reveal his pretty cock, pink tip glistening with love—all because of you and all for you.

you whine when he starts to coat himself in your arousal, his thick length catching against your clit as he rubs against your folds with tenderness.

“jae…”

“feels good, yeah?”

“fuck… need you now, jae,” you whine.

“you ready?”

“yes. only and always for you.”

“that’s my baby.”

your hands grip your bed sheets as he slides inside of you. you’ll honestly never get used to just how big he is. even when he bottoms out, it takes time for the pain to eventually blossom into pleasure as he moves his hips rhymically into yours.

it’s not rough and needy but more soft and careful. he really takes his time to feel all of you and give it to you so good. your hands rub and down his slender back as he makes the most intimate and precious love to you. and you love how his gold chain brushes up against your face with every delicious stroke.

it has you so weak and your head feels so fuzzy—the feeling is indescribable.

“my pretty angel, my girl… taking me so well. fuck, you were made for me.”

you can only offer a loud moan in response and your walls clench harder onto him automatically.

“keep doing that and I’m gonna cum inside you, baby. you want that?”

“yes, baby. oh my god, yes please. I want it so fucking bad.”

“then take it.”

he slips two of his fingers into your mouth and you suck on them with all your might. his eyes watch you in amazement and passion.

your body trembles as he continuously hits that sweet spot.

and just like that, you feel the euphoria coming to you in waves. he knows it and laughs softly, removing his soaked fingers from you mouth.

“you’re almost there, angel?”

“y-yes,” you moan.

“I can feel it. I know you’ve missed this. isn’t that right?”

“missed you so much…” you mewl, feeling tears about to form in your eyes.

“missed you too, baby. fuck…” he says and gives your forehead a quick, reassuring peck.

you claw your nails into his back as he picks up the pace—to help you reach that pleasure point. you wrap your legs around him instinctively and succumb to the overwhelming feeling of his love.

“I’m coming, ahh. I’m…”

you scream as the pleasure burns all over your body. jaehyun doesn’t falter for a second, only going faster, even though his own orgasm follows immediately after—his warm load filling you up as you finish all over him.

“so…good…that’s it…” he chokes out.

“I love you!” you scream.

“love you… I love you,” he whimpers as he slows down.

you’re extremely sensitive at this point and you whine as jaehyun refuses to stop, still rutting his hips into you: pushing in every last drop.

“I’m not done yet. you’ve denied me perfection for so long.”

“jae…baby…”

“shhh…angel, just need you to take it. can you do that for me?”

“y-yeah.”

“good girl, that’s a good girl,” he coos.

all of a sudden, his body shifts as he pushes your legs back to your chest, guiding you guys into a mating press position.

“it h-hurtsss…” you whine.

you felt like your body was going to snap in half, truly.

“I know, baby. but it’ll feel better, you just have to trust me.”

“ok, baby.”

“you’re perfect,” he says. “you’re my baby, right?”

he then pistons his hips into you with force and you just moan quietly: “I-I’m your baby.”

“I know that’s right,” he says, letting out a breathy moan. “open up for me.”

you do as he says and your jaw falls slack open. a lengthy string of spit drops into your mouth and you just take it.

his cock feels excruciatingly perfect like this. he is so deep inside of you and you feel like his love is going to suffocate you in the most tender way.

“you’re doing great, angel. just give me all your stress. let it all out.”

his lips find purchase on yours and you melt into him again.

your mind now is only full of thoughts of him, but positive ones for once. you feel… fulfilled and alive again. like this, he is taking off so much weight off your shoulders.

and thus, you cannot help how healing this feels and the tears that drip down your face as a result. jaehyun kisses them as they fall and doesn’t let up his pace.

“you’re mine… my angel. you belong to no one else but me. right, pretty?”

“I’m yours,” you mewl.

“say it again.”

“yours, jae, yours,” you babble, now feeling overwhelmed by the pressure in your core about to snap.

“can you open for me like you did before, baby?” he asks. and you immediately drop your jaw to invite his spit in again.

“you’re MY girl. this is MY pussy. you are MINE. f-finally…” he groans, emphasizing those specific words with harder thrusts.

“I love you, jae. fuck, I love you so much. I can’t live without you. I want…” you whine. you can’t finish the sentence from just how good it all feels.

“say you’re mine again, p-please. I’m gonna-”

“I’M Y-YOURS,” you scream as the orgasm suddenly unfolds with searing heat all over your body.

your arms and legs latch around him to keep him in place, to stop him from moving. the clench of your walls does him in instantaneously. you feel so full of him as he unloads himself in you. his pace stops immediately as you suck him dry for all he’s worth.

the amount of I love you’s exchanged in these moments were too many to count, but you knew you didn’t want him out of you any time soon.

“can we stay like this, please?” you whisper, kissing his neck. “I feel safe and warm.”

“if that’s what you want, then I’m all for it,” jaehyun says reassuringly.

you hold each other, bodies so intimately connected together, as sleep eventually washes over the both of you.

the night ends with love, this time, steeped with passion and desire.

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JANUARY, WEEK 3, THE NEXT DAY

—MINI EPILOGUE—

it is three in the afternoon when you wake up. jaehyun is nowhere to be seen in the room.

immediately, you jump out of bed to look for him, heart already sinking to the floor. but those feelings of fear vanish when you see him standing pretty in your kitchen, wearing an apron you forgot you even owned, cooking up something that smelled utterly delectable.

you basically run over to him and hug him from behind, pressing the side of your face against his back.

“you scared me.”

“I did? I’m sorry about that.”

“I thought you left me.”

“I would never do that, not now, when I finally have you for myself.”

his words are reassuring and comforting. maybe that is what you needed in your life.

you find out later that he fixed your car that morning and cleaned up the glass pieces in the garage from the broken vase. and you realize that even though he cannot necessarily “fix” you or your problems entirely, he wants to help you get better. and you shouldn’t run away and deny the support because you would do the same for him.

there are small feelings in this world that will eat you up and spit you right out, but there are also small feelings that, over time, will help you become a better person. the key is to recognize each one and feel them all the way through: let them run their course. with jaehyun, you were able to deal with those emotions and feelings together.

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a/n: thank you for getting through this mess of a fic oh my god. sorry for the rushed and corny ass ending (and the lack of editing). but this has been sitting in my drafts since february and I just want to be rid of it.

I have just been going through so much lately and it's taking everything in me to not just end my shit likeee. also who peeped that twilight-esque time skip LMFAOOOO

anyways let me stop being big and rude. please lmk if you liked this or if you have any requests (my inbox is always open!) love yall <3

🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼. cutie!! i love pandesal

not a smut but jaehyun suddenly snoring while sleeping and y/n rubbing his abs and back to wake him a little and stop him from snoring 🥹

[10:28PM]

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: mentions of a book from ‘it ends with us’ — (sneakylink bought me the book that i’ve been seeing all over my tiktok FYP and i’ve been reading it nonstop), snoring, drooling and just pure fluff.

“you pushed me, ryle.”

“you fell, lily.”

he pushed me.

he pushed me down the stairs—

i take my eyes off my book and i look at my sleeping fiancé next to me.

he looks like a pure angel but sounds like a broken race car.

i giggle and i close my book, making sure to place my book mark in place. i set my book down on my nightstand and i turn to my husband, slipping under the covers with him and propping my chin on his shoulder.

i listen to his snores and i giggle, looking down at him to see a straight foggy line running from the corner of his mouth down his cheek.

i slip my hand under his arm and i rub the six lumps with a sigh.

“hm?” jaehyun jolts awake and looks behind him before smiling and stretching with a soft groan.

jaehyun sighs and turns, wiping his cheek and looking at me with heavy eyes.

“you were snoring, again.” i run my hand up his chest and i press a wet kiss on his bare back. jaehyun sighs and laughs. “i was?” i nod.

“i think when i’m holding you to sleep i don’t snore.” i tilt my head with a smirk. “is that so?” i giggle as he grabs my waist and kisses me. “mhm.” he hums with a sleepy chuckle.

i climb and straddle the man who places his hands on my hips. “can you hold me to bed like this?” jaehyun hums while i bring my head to his chest.

“i’d love to but i’m scared i might throw you off the bed.” jaehyun and i laugh.

“just for that saying, i will just sleep next to you.” i slip off him and i position myself next to him.

jaehyun turns to me and sighs. “i love you.”

i bite my lip, biting back the smile that would’ve broke in a spilt second. “i love you more.”

jaehyun leans forward and plants his lips on mine and for a few seconds, he finally pulls away. “now, please turn off your light because i think im going blind.” i laugh and turn my upper body, reaching to my lamp and flicking it off.

nct jaehyun with big tit reader pls…

JEONG JAEHYUN (정재현) — TWISTED (18+)

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the apartment was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the air conditioning and the rhythmic sweep of the mop across the floor. you moved with practiced precision, your hands gliding over every surface with meticulous care. a flick of your wrist here, a light dusting there—small adjustments that hardly seemed worth noting, but they were. every movement had a purpose, even if it was hidden beneath the veneer of tidying up.

the soft afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. you wiped down the windowsill, straightened the framed photo of you and jaehyun on the shelf with a smug glint in your eyes, and smoothed out the creases in the bedsheets. the apartment, as always, was immaculate, the kind of clean that only came from constant upkeep. but today, the cleaning wasn’t really about cleanliness. it was about preparation.

you paused by the desk, fingers brushing over the cool surface. between the neatly arranged pencil holders and stacks of paperwork, you slipped in a small camera, positioning it just right. a subtle angle, nothing too obvious, but enough to capture every corner of the room. a second camera followed, this one hidden in the far corner, tucked away in the shadows where it wouldn’t be noticed. satisfied, you moved on.

under the bed, you placed a voice recorder, pressing it firmly against the wood, ensuring it was out of sight. there was no room for mistakes, not today. finally, a tiny bug nestled into the corner of the room, blending seamlessly with the décor. you stepped back to admire your work, a slight smile tugging at the corners of your lips. everything was in place.

with a slow, deliberate movement, you tightened the belt around your dress, the soft leather pulling snug against your waist. the fabric draped perfectly, as it always did, every detail considered, every piece of you in control. you reached for the bottle of perfume on the vanity, its familiar scent filling the air as you dabbed it on your wrists. not your favorite scent—his. the one that made him lean in just a little closer, his breath catching for just a second longer.

you adjusted the microphone headset over your ears, the cool metal brushing against your skin. a sip of wine followed, the rich, dark liquid swirling in the glass before you took a slow, savoring taste. the tension in your muscles melted away, replaced by something else, something darker. not stress, not weariness, not betrayal. no, none of those things. what filled you now was a quiet thrill, a heat that coiled low in your stomach, simmering beneath the surface.

without a second glance, you made your way downstairs, the soft click of your heels echoing in the hallway. the receptionist barely looked up as you approached, her hand sliding instinctively to the desk drawer. you slipped her a bundle of cash—thick, well-prepared, without a word exchanged. she nodded, her hand moving to unlock the door behind her. you stepped inside the dimly lit security room, the soft hum of the monitors filling the space around you.

you settled into the chair, your fingers tracing the edge of the wine glass as you watched the screens flicker to life. one by one, the angles of the apartment room came into view, each camera displaying its silent feed. and there he was, as you knew he would be. jaehyun, standing in the corner, his body pressed against someone else. a woman, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms clinging to his back. their lips moved in a frantic, fevered kiss, bodies entwined as if the world outside ceased to exist.

your eyes lingered on the screen, a slow, satisfied smile creeping across your face as you sipped your wine. typical. the scent of your perfume must have hit him, because his movements stilled for just a moment, nostrils flaring as he pulled back from the kiss. but it didn’t matter. even now, with another woman in his arms, your presence haunted him. and that, more than anything, sent a wave of satisfaction through you.

he pressed her harder against the wall, his fingers tangling in her hair, lips grazing her neck. but you didn’t flinch. you didn’t feel the sting of jealousy, didn’t feel your heart shatter at the sight. instead, there was a sick, twisted pleasure in watching him repeat the same motions he did with you. It should have hurt—should have torn you apart—but it didn’t. if anything, it thrilled you.

there was something captivating in watching his desire, watching him pour himself into someone else, knowing full well that no matter how much he took from her, it would never compare to what you gave. he could try, he could chase that feeling, but it would never be the same. not without you. so you let him have his time. let him indulge. and as you sipped your wine, watching the scene unfold before you, you knew that he would always come back. because no one else would ever match what you had.

the security room was dim, the glow of the monitors casting an eerie light over jaehyun’s sharp features. he sat in the worn leather chair, eyes glued to the flickering screens before him. the scent hit him first, thick and sweet like spun sugar, relentless in its sweetness, clinging to every breath he took. your perfume. it was unmistakable, coating the air with a syrupy heaviness that curled around him like a possessive hand. he grunted softly, his fingers gripping the arms of the chair, knuckles whitening as he inhaled deeply, letting the scent overwhelm his senses.

he knew it too well. the fragrance that lingered on your skin after a night out, the same one that would pull him toward you, that made his breath hitch when he buried his face in your neck. but tonight, the thought gnawed at him. was it for him? the way it used to be? or for your lover, the one you disappeared with after slipping out of the apartment when you thought he wasn’t looking?

the lines blurred in his mind, the sharpness between you and him, between you and whoever else had stolen your time, stolen what should have been his. his jaw tightened as he leaned closer to the screen, eyes narrowing. you had set this up. he knew it the moment he stepped into the room, knew it from the way the cameras were positioned. it was so you—calculated, precise, cruel in a way only he could appreciate. he wanted to hate it, to hate you, but instead, a twisted admiration crawled up his spine. this was your game, and he was only too willing to play.

his eyes roamed over the grainy image as you finally appeared on the screen, your figure unmistakable even through the static. you stepped into view, your dress clinging to your body like it was made for you, and jaehyun’s breath hitched again, the scent of your perfume still assaulting his senses. his hand, almost unconsciously, moved to his lap, the tension in his body easing slightly as he spread his legs wider, trying to alleviate the growing ache. but you weren’t alone.

his teeth grazed his bottom lip as he watched, every muscle in his body going rigid as a man stepped into the frame behind you. tall, unfamiliar, hands that gripped you too familiarly, lips that ghosted over the curve of your neck with an urgency that made jaehyun’s skin prickle. the man’s mouth moved against your skin, bruising and licking, leaving marks that jaehyun knew too well—the kind that staked a claim. his pulse quickened, his body reacting before his mind could catch up, a satisfied hiss slipping from his lips. he hated it, the way he was drawn to the sight of you with someone else. hated the way his body responded, the way his fingers twitched to touch the screen, to feel connected to something—anything—that involved you.

dd it feel the same? did the man know what you liked, the way jaehyun did? the way your breath caught when lips hovered over your collarbone, the way your back arched when fingers tangled in your hair. the possessiveness that burned in his chest was primal, instinctual. you were his, even if the world around him screamed otherwise. and then, just for a second—a fleeting moment that almost slipped past him—you paused. your head tilted, and your eyes, dark and knowing, flicked upward. they locked onto the camera. jaehyun’s breath hitched. you knew.

for a moment too long, your gaze didn’t waver. that smirk—the one he had memorized, the one that had undone him more times than he cared to count—curled at the edges of your lips. you weren’t just aware of him. you were showing him. every movement was deliberate, every arch of your neck as the man kissed your skin, every glance toward the lens, every shift in your posture. it was all for him. the realization hit him with the force of a train. this wasn’t about the man with you. he was just a prop, a tool in your hands to provoke the reaction you wanted.

jaehyun exhaled slowly, the tension in his body turning into something else—something deeper, darker. his lips parted, and he muttered under his breath, barely above a whisper, “that’s my girl.” the words felt raw, scraping against his throat, filled with a kind of pride that he hadn’t realized he still held. you knew him too well. better than anyone. you played him like an instrument, each note of your performance calculated to draw out exactly what you wanted from him. and he couldn’t help but admire it, as twisted as it was.

he leaned back in the chair, legs still spread wide, his hand dragging down his face as he let out a slow, steadying breath. his eyes never left the screen, watching as the man pulled you closer, his hands disappearing into your hair, mouth claiming yours in a kiss that should have made jaehyun see red. but he didn’t. he couldn’t. because in that moment, he knew it didn’t matter. none of them mattered.

the way the man touched you, the way he kissed you, it would never come close to the way jaehyun did. he knew you in ways that no one else ever could. you might share your body with someone else, but your mind, your games—they were all his. you left breadcrumbs, and he followed them willingly, drawn into the labyrinth you’d created. another smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched you, his girl, wrapped in another man’s arms, knowing full well you’d never belong to anyone else but him. he would let you play your game, let you dance with whoever you wanted, but in the end, it would always come back to the two of you.

he adjusted his seat, the sick heat of satisfaction settling deep within him. he couldn’t look away from the screen, even if he wanted to. and why would he? you were performing for him, after all. “knows me so well,” he murmured again, his voice a low, reverent sigh as he let his hand drop to his side. his eyes darkened, pupils dilating as he watched you, watched the man touch you, watched you steal glances at the camera. always for him.

the apartment was quiet again, but this time the silence was different—thicker, charged, as if the air itself was holding its breath. you felt it in the way your pulse raced beneath your skin, in the subtle tremor in your fingers as you stood in the middle of the room. he wasn’t far behind. you could hear him, the soft sound of his footsteps growing louder, closer, until the door clicked open behind you. you didn’t turn around. you didn’t need to. you could feel him watching you, his gaze heavy and possessive, the tension between you winding tighter with every passing second.

jaehyun didn’t say a word as he moved closer, the heat of his body pressing against your back. his hands slid around your waist, fingers grazing your hips before traveling upward, the soft fabric of your dress bunching under his touch. his lips found the side of your neck, the same spot where the man’s had been just hours earlier, but jaehyun’s kiss was rougher, more demanding. he bit down lightly, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips, and you could feel him smirk against your skin.

“you must’ve seen us, yeah?” your voice was breathless, words slipping out between shallow pants as his hands tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against him. he answered with a low, guttural groan, the sound vibrating against your neck as his mouth moved lower, assaulting your skin with hot, open-mouthed kisses. his breath was ragged, uneven, and you felt the hardness of him pressing against the back of your thighs through his boxers, straining against the fabric. the memory of what he had seen—of you with another man—was still fresh in his mind, fueling every touch, every kiss.

jaehyun’s hand slipped under your dress, fingers trailing down to your panties, and without hesitation, he pushed them aside, his fingers finding the wet heat between your legs. his thumb brushed over your clit, slow at first, teasing, before he began to rub in tight circles, his pace quickening as he leaned into your ear. “every bit of it,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. “you gave it to him real good, baby.”

a smirk tugged at your lips as you twisted your fingers into his hair, yanking his head back just enough to force him to look at you. his lips were swollen, glistening with spit, and his eyes—those dark, dangerous eyes—were filled with lust and something darker, something unhinged. you’d always loved that look, the way it made your heart pound, the way it made your core ache for him.

without warning, you slapped him hard across the face, the sharp crack of skin against skin reverberating through the room. the force of it left his cheek red, and the sting of your palm lingered in the air. jaehyun’s lips parted in a shocked gasp, his pupils blown wide as the lust in his eyes deepened into something feral. his hand flexed at your waist, and for a moment, you thought he might lose control completely. instead, he groaned, a low, broken sound that made your stomach clench, and you could feel his cock twitch against you, his boxers impossibly tight. “almost like you expected less of me,” you purred, your voice dripping with satisfaction as you traced the red mark on his cheek, watching the way his breath hitched at your touch. you could feel the power shift between you, feel the way his body reacted to your every word, your every movement.

he didn’t respond with words. instead, his hands moved to your shoulders, shoving you back onto the bed with enough force to make the mattress creak. you let out a sharp moan as your body hit the sheets, your back arching as jaehyun climbed on top of you, his weight pressing you down. he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as his lips trailed down the curve of your neck, past your collarbone, before they found their way to your breasts.

he groaned as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, sucking hard, his tongue swirling over the sensitive bud. his other hand cupped your breast, squeezing, kneading, as if he couldn’t get enough of them. “love these so much,” he murmured against your skin, his voice muffled by the fullness of your breast in his mouth. “the other girls, they don’t have ones like this.”

your breath hitched, the praise sending a wave of heat through your body, making your knees weak. but before you could process it, jaehyun released your wrists and leaned up, his hand moving with brutal swiftness as it collided with your cheek in a stinging slap that made your head snap to the side. the sharp pain bloomed across your skin, and instead of recoiling, you moaned, the sound desperate and raw, your body arching toward him in a way that begged for more. “i don’t get to play with them like this,” he smirked, his thumb brushing over your reddened cheek before trailing back down to your chest, his hands claiming your breasts again as if they belonged to him.

your thighs clenched around his waist, hips bucking up against him, desperate for friction, for relief from the ache that had been building inside you from the moment he touched you. his name slipped from your lips in a breathless whisper, a plea that made his smirk widen as he pressed his body down against yours, his erection rubbing against your bare thigh through his boxers. he leaned down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue sliding against yours with a hunger that felt primal, unhinged. the kiss was messy, spit slicking your lips as his hands moved down your body, fingers curling around the waistband of your panties before he yanked them off in one rough motion. his fingers returned to your core, probing and rubbing, and every touch was calculated to make you squirm, to elicit the moans he’d missed on camera.

you broke the kiss to gasp for air, your head tipping back as he slid two fingers inside of you, curling them just right, hitting the spot that made you see stars. your legs trembled around him, every nerve in your body lit up with need as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb pressing against your clit in time with each thrust.

“god, jae,” you gasped, your fingers gripping his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan. He loved when you pulled his hair, loved the sting of pain mixed with pleasure. “yeah,” he grunted, his voice low and ragged as he looked up at you, his fingers never slowing. “you like it when i watch, don’t you? see how desperate you are for them.”

you smirked, your body arching off the bed, chasing the pleasure. “i like it when you can’t stop yourself,” you breathed, your voice thick with desire. “when you’re so addicted to me, you can’t even think straight.” his eyes darkened, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver through you as he pulled his fingers from you, leaving you empty and aching. in one swift motion, he shoved his boxers down, his erection springing free, hard and desperate for you. he didn’t hesitate, grabbing your hips and yanking you down the bed before positioning himself between your legs.

he hovered above you for a moment, eyes locked onto yours, the air thick with tension, before he thrust into you, filling you in one hard stroke that knocked the breath from your lungs. you cried out, nails digging into his shoulders as your body adjusted to the sudden fullness, the burn of the stretch only intensifying the pleasure. he groaned, his head falling to your shoulder as he set a brutal pace, his hips slamming into yours with a desperation that bordered on madness. the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, of his ragged breaths and your breathless moans, of the bed creaking under the force of his thrusts.

he buried his face in your neck, biting down hard enough to bruise as he fucked you with reckless abandon, his body shaking with the force of it. you clung to him, your legs wrapped around his waist, your body moving in perfect sync with his, lost in the intensity of the moment, lost in the feeling of him inside of you. jaehyun’s hands moved down to your chest, gripping your breasts with a hunger that made your breath hitch. his fingers dug into the soft flesh, squeezing, kneading, his eyes glued to the way they moved with each hard thrust of his hips. he was obsessed, completely entranced, as if he couldn’t get enough of the way they filled his hands, the way your nipples stood hard and ready for him.

his mouth descended on one of them, his lips hot and wet as he sucked greedily, swirling his tongue around your sensitive nipple before biting down gently, just enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body. you moaned, your back arching off the bed as his teeth grazed your skin, leaving a red mark in his wake. he groaned against your breast, his hand moving to cup the other one, his thumb flicking over your nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to your core.

“fuck, i love these,” he repeated between kisses, his voice thick with lust, muffled by your skin as he continued to lavish attention on your chest. “they’re so fucking perfect, baby. none of the others—” he paused, his teeth grazing your nipple again, harder this time. “—none of the other girls have tits like this.” you smirked at his words, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you threaded your fingers through his hair, yanking him up to meet your gaze. his lips were wet, spit running down his chin, his eyes wild with need, the dark desire in them so potent it made your stomach flip.

“good,” you panted, your voice breathless but teasing, “because they don’t deserve them.” his cock twitched inside you at that, and you knew you had him. he liked when you reminded him, when you made him see that no matter who he was with, no matter what he did, you were the one he couldn’t let go of. you were the one who owned him.

you ran your hands down his chest, your nails scratching lightly against his skin, leaving faint red lines in their wake. he groaned at the sensation, his hips stuttering slightly as he thrust into you harder, deeper, chasing the release he knew he’d only find with you. “i saw you, you know,” you whispered, your voice thick with a twisted kind of admiration. “you fucked her so well, jae. i was impressed.”

his breath hitched at your praise, and you could feel the way his body responded to your words, the way his cock swelled inside you, twitching with need. his grip on your breasts tightened, his hips slamming into yours with renewed force as if he was trying to prove something, trying to show you that no matter who he fucked, it was you that he belonged to. “yeah?” he groaned, his voice low and rough as he leaned down, his mouth hovering over yours. “you liked watching me fuck her?”

you moaned in response, your legs tightening around his waist as you lifted your hips to meet his thrusts. “yeah,” you breathed, your lips brushing against his, teasing him. “but you know what i like even more?” he growled, his hand slipping from your chest to your throat, his fingers wrapping around your neck as he pressed his lips to your ear. “what?”

“i like knowing that no matter how good it was, no matter how hard you fucked her, you always come back to me,” you whispered, your voice dripping with confidence, with satisfaction. he groaned at your words, his hand tightening around your throat just enough to make your breath catch. “fuck, baby,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. “you’re the only one. no one else feels like this.”

he leaned down, his mouth crashing against yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a wet, messy tangle of spit and need. you could taste him—taste the desperation, the hunger that only you could satisfy. his lips were swollen, raw, and you kissed him harder, your fingers digging into his hair, pulling him closer. he pulled back slightly, his breath hot against your lips as he looked down at you, his eyes dark and filled with a primal kind of lust. “you like it when i fuck them, huh?” he babbled through a haze of lust, his hips slamming into yours again, his pace relentless. “you like knowing that no matter how good they are, they’ll never be you.”

you moaned in response, your nails digging into his back as your body trembled beneath him. “yes,” you panted, your voice barely more than a whisper, “because they’ll never be enough for you.” jaehyun’s hand moved from your throat to your breast again, squeezing it roughly as he leaned down, his lips trailing down your neck to your chest. he sucked on your nipple, his tongue swirling around it before pulling it between his teeth and biting down, hard enough to make you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“god, i love these tits,” he groaned, his voice muffled by your skin. “could fuck them all day.” your legs trembled, the intensity of his words and the roughness of his touch pushing you closer to the edge. you could feel the coil of pleasure tightening in your stomach, ready to snap at any moment. “then do it,” you teased, your voice breathless as you arched into him. “fuck me like you fuck them, jaehyun. show me.”

his eyes flashed with something dark and devious, and without warning, he pulled out of you, leaving you empty and aching. you barely had time to protest before he grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your stomach with a rough shove. you moaned as your body hit the mattress, your hands gripping the sheets as he positioned himself behind you. he didn’t waste time. his hands gripped your ass, spreading you open as he thrust into you from behind, the force of it making you cry out, your body jolting forward with each hard thrust. the angle was different, deeper, and you could feel every inch of him as he slammed into you, his cock hitting the spot that made you see stars.

his hand came down on your ass with a sharp slap, the sting of it sending a wave of pleasure through your body. “fuck,” you gasped, your voice muffled by the pillow as your hips bucked back against him. “harder.” he growled, his fingers digging into your hips as he fucked you harder, faster, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the room. “you really love this, don’t you?” he grunted, his voice low and rough. “love knowing i fuck them, but i come back to you.”

you moaned, your body trembling with pleasure as you nodded, your words coming out in broken gasps. “yes, yes, i love it.” his hand came down on your ass again, harder this time, and you cried out, the sting of it mixing with the overwhelming pleasure building inside you. “good,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. “because this is the one thing i get to do that they can’t.”

with that, he thrust into you one last time, his body tensing as he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came, filling you with hot, sticky heat. you moaned at the feeling of him cumming inside you, the sensation sending you over the edge as your own orgasm ripped through you, your body convulsing with pleasure. jaehyun collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving as he pressed soft kisses to the back of your neck, his hands still gripping your hips tightly. “this,” he murmured against your skin, his voice soft but possessive, “this is mine.”

✧

a/n: i do NOT condone cheating yall

I Choose You [M]

Genre: Smut, Office AU, Multiple Partners, Fluff, Angst, M/F

Pairing: Jaehyun x Johnny x Original Character

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Oral sex, Sub/Dom dynamics, bodily fluids, masturbation, vulgar language, choking, rough sex, multiple partners, unprotected sex

Summary: Carmella requested a transfer within her company and moved to the other side of the world. She soon realizes she bit off more than she can chew once she starts working at the home branch...

A/N: Hey y'all! So excited to post this update. I had some....um ideas. I figured was about time to update this fic ;____ ; I started another fic and forgot about this one fghgjkdgfgf. We are almost at the end tho!! Thank you so much for reading and please feel free to follow, like, reblog, and chat with me <3

Chapter 8. 

“This is certainly….something.” The officer said as he ran a finger across his bearded chin.” His partner sighed and sat against the desk.

They had just reviewed the unedited footage and were still trying to process what they discovered.

“What’s next?” His partner asked.

“Well.. he did say to keep in touch.”  The officer responded.

-

Mela woke up and snuggled in Jaehyun’s arms. She slightly shivered as cold air touched her skin. She pulled up the blanket so it was above their shoulders and hugged Jaehyun with one arm as he continued to quietly snore. The slight scent of lavender lingered on his skin and Mela couldn’t help but inhale. She couldn’t remember the last time they had napped together. Jaehyun believed naps were a waste. He’d always say a nap is 2-3 hours taken out of a day.

Jaehyun shifted to his other side and repositioned Mela, turning her into his little spoon.

“Whoa.” Mela felt her back arch as Jaehyun slowly and firmly pressed his hard cock onto her ass, wanting her to feel just how much he wanted her in that moment.

He then groaned and pulled her tighter onto him. His hands hot to the touch.

Mela let him continue as she felt her body temperature rising, as well.

“Jae.” She said, getting excited.

“Shhh.” Jaehyun quietly shushed her. “We have housekeeping coming in today. I don’t want them to hear what I’m doing to you. ” His voice was clear, but laced with lust.

He let his hands roam over her skin and stopped at her chest as he grabbed a handful of flesh and softly squeezed. Mela immediately felt wetness in between her legs. As if he could sense it, Jaehyun wasted no time and flipped her over so that she was on her stomach. His cock begging to at least be touched. He tried his best to keep his composure but he wanted Mela and he didn’t want to wait.

“Ass up.” He simply said in a quiet voice.

Mela quickly obeyed.

Jaehyun wasted no time and immediately grabbed Mela’s shorts and pulled them down. Once he finally pulled them to her knees, Mela lifted herself up only high enough so Jaehyun could take them completely off and threw them across the room.

Mela covered her face, embarrassed as she felt Jaehyun’s eyes look into her nakedness.

She gasped, tears starting to form as she felt Jaehyun push himself inside without warning. This was something he didn’t do often but Mela wished he did. It was the kind of rough and sudden approach she’d longed for. He groaned as he felt his throbbing cock become enveloped by his lover’s wet walls.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” Jaehyun gasped as he plunged himself deeper into Mela. He let himself savor the moment as she clenched around him. She moaned as he grabbed her hips and started to thrust in a slow rhythm. Mela sunk deeper into her arch as he filled her even more with each thrust. “I need to put a baby inside of you.” He bit a lip to keep himself from groaning any louder but a whimper still escaped. “I need to fill you up, shittt!”

“Yes, baby. Cum inside mee.” Mela half moaned and half croaked, unable to properly think or speak as Jaehyun grabbed a fistful of hair.

“Cum on my dick first. Then I’ll give you what you want.” Jaehyun grunted. “Can you do that for me? Hmm?”

I can’t get enough of this. Mela thought to herself as she grabbed the sheets and let her eyes roll to the back of her head. Every moment felt like the first time with Jaehyun. He filled her perfectly and her body was somehow always ready for him. The past few nights hadn’t been eventful and Jaehyun’s touch was very much needed.

Jaehyun smiled and bit his lip as he listened to Mela’s soft moans, mixed with intakes of breath. “Baby, pleaseee. Deeper, oh my GODD” Mela could feel herself nearing her climax as Jaehyun continuously hit her spot with precision.

“Anything you want, baby. But you know what I need, first. ” Jaehyun groaned, sweat starting to form on his chest. “Fuck, I really can’t wait to cum inside you.” He propped himself on one knee so he could get a deeper angle. The change in volume of Mela’s moans let him know that he made the right choice. It wasn’t long before Jaehyun felt the familiar sensation forming. More slick spilled from Mela as he continued to thrust, trying his hardest to hold out for a little bit longer.

Mela suddenly started to shake and went rigid as she came undone while Jaehyun continued to plunge himself deep inside her. Her liquids splashing across the entire bedspread as she bit into her pillow to stop a piercing scream. She closed her eyes shut only to open them up again and see stars. This was the best orgasm Mela had ever experienced. It wasn’t until Jaehyun’s thrusts started to get sloppy that Mela was snapped out of her trance.

“You’re so fucking wet. I- Oh! I- Babe!” Jaehyun leaned over and slightly hovered over Mela’s back as he emptied himself inside of her. Forgetting about the possible guests in the house, Jaehyun let a guttural groan escape from him before he closed his eyes and kissed the middle of Mela’s back.

After a moment, they both sank down onto the bed together. Jaehyun’s ears were beet red and he licked his bottom lip as his eyes slowly closed.

“You always wet the bed.” Jaehyun said with his eyes still closed. “You should be ashamed of yourself.” He smiled and let out a chuckle, still high off sex.

Mela giggled and lightly hit Jaehyun on his arm. “You literally begged me to do it.”

“And you listen so well.” Jaehyun nuzzled Mela’s neck and then kissed her on the cheek.

“Oh, please.” Mela rolled her eyes.

“Well when you want to anyway.” Jaehyun then rolled over and got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Mela heard him pee, followed by the sound of the toilet flushing and the faucet running. He later came back out with a rag in his hand and walked back towards the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He told Mela.

“Oh, are you going to do it for me?” Mela looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Jaehyun put a hand over his mouth and shook his head, a small laugh escaping in the process.

“It’s becoming clear that I’ve spoiled you.” He chuckled but still started wiping Mela as she watched and moved as necessary. Once Jaehyun was done, he stood and tossed the rag into the nearby laundry basket. “Alright, go pee and then we can shower.” He started stroking his cock as Mela watched. “Maybe we can have a second round while we are at it.” Jaehyun added and then bit his lip.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you are still on a mission to get me pregnant.” Mela said, her eyes glued to Jaehyun slowly jerking.

“You’re a smart girl.” He smirked. “I never stopped.”

-

A few hours later, Jaehyun and Mela were in the garden, picking vegetables.

“I really don’t understand why you like doing this stuff. We could just hire someone to do it.” Jaehyun said as he squatted and pulled some radish and tossed it into the basket.

“Because it’s a good skill to have and it’s great for bonding.” Mela said, rubbing his back. “It’s really important to me.” She added.

Jaehyun looked at Mela, the sun shining on her and her eyes twinkling with admiration as she took in the entire garden. “If it’s important to you, we can do this for as long as you like.” Mela brought her attention back to Jaehyun and smiled.

“Is this part of your mission?” She asked, squinting her eyes.

Jaehyun didn’t smile in response. “Carmella, whether or not you give me a child, I’ll still love you the same. I hope you’ll never forget this.” He then went back to picking radishes.

“Jae.” Mela said and touched his arm to stop him, but he continued. So he decided to continue speaking. “I don’t say this enough but thank you. I know I’m not perfect and I have a lousy way of showing how grateful I am. I really am sor-”

“No. Don’t do that.” Jaehyun interrupted Mela before she could finish her sentence. “Don’t apologize.”

“Jae..”

“No. I mean it. I- Mela.” Jaehyun started to stumble over his words. “I know I haven’t been the best partner. I’ve done things that I know I shouldn’t have done and I’ll probably make more mistakes in the future. It’s me that should be apologizing to you.”

Before Mela could respond, Jaehyun’s phone ran. He sighed but removed his gloves from his hands and answered.

“Hello?” He said into the phone. A few seconds passed and then he proceeded to continue the conversation in korean. Mela tuned out once she grasped that the conversation was far too advanced for her. She knew the conversation was over when Jaehyun stood and grabbed the pair of gloves from the ground.

“We need to head to the police station. They’ve made an arrest.” He said with a sigh.

“Really?!” Jaehyun and Mela had been at the villa for about a week. They didn’t set a time frame of how long they would be staying but the call was still unexpected.

“Maybe you should stay.” Jaehyun said with a worried look. “I’m just not sure if I want you there.”

“I’m going.” Mela said. And with that, she stormed inside to get changed.

The drive to the station was calm and casual despite the couple swimming in a shared pool of anxiety.

“Sir.” The cop bowed as soon as he saw Jaehyun. “Missus.” He said to Mela. “After a very intense investigation, we were able to find the perpetrator. There was CCTV footage and fingerprints that aligned with the theory of how the homicide took place.”

“Who did it?” Jaehyun asked, growing impatient.

“Her name is Lee Ju-Ri.” The cop said in a low voice.

Jaehyun’s eyes widened and he said nothing. Mela looked at the cop, dumbfounded. Jaehyun ran his fingers through his thick hair and sniffed. But he still wouldn’t speak.

“Did she confess?” Mela asked.

“Yes. Early this morning. That’s when we decided it would be appropriate to call.” The cop said, keeping his head down.

“What happens now?” Jaehyun finally asked.

“Uh, well now she awaits a trial.” The cop said.

“Can she get visitors?” Jaehyun said, visibly angry.

“Yes, there is still quite some time left for visiting hours. Would you like to speak with her?” Another officer came to the desk. He was more confident in his words and stood with his head held high.

“Immediately.” Jaehyun said without skipping a beat.

Fifteen minutes later, Jaehyun and Mela sat and waited for Ju-Ri to walk through the doors. But she never did. The officer came back and said she refused to see them. Jaehyun could only laugh. Not having the mental bandwidth to argue with the cop about forcing her to come out, Jaehyun simply took Mela’s hand and led her out of the station and to the car.

The drive back was dangerously silent. Jaehyun wasn’t just angry. He was livid.

“This woman. Wow. I should’ve known something was off with her.” Jaehyun paced back and forth at the villa.

“Your heart rate is probably going insane right now.” Mela said, drinking a milkshake and sitting with her legs crossed on the couch in the middle of the room.

Just then her phone pinged. Jaehyun was too busy pacing to notice or care. Mela looked at the screen.

Johnny.

Mela hesitated before opening up the message.

Are you free to meet? It’s important.

Mela tried her best to hold her poker face and quickly texted back.

Depends. What is it about?

The woman responsible for Joo’s death.

Mela stood up and started making her way to the bedroom.

“Babe, my tummy hurts a bit. Maybe dairy wasn’t the best idea.” She told Jaehyun as she set the milkshake on the table. A “poop” break would buy her some more time without Jaehyun growing suspicious. He immediately took the milkshake off the table, under the assumption Mela wouldn’t be able to drink it anymore.

She lightly laughed at Jaehyun’s goofiness but scurried to the bathroom for extra privacy.

“Hey.” Johnny’s voice chimed from the other end. “I don’t have much time. I’m going to text you an address and I need you to meet me in about an hour.”

“Okay!” Mela said, nodding her head. “Now tell me how I’m supposed to get Jaehyun to let me leave on my own when he considers 10ft to be too far from him.”

Johnny chuckled on the other end.

“You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you can figure something out.” And with that, he hung up. Seconds later, Mela received a text with a location. She sighed and started brainstorming. Her leaving without him just didn’t seem possible. Unless……

I’m gonna have to fuck this man to sleep. Mela exhaled and looked around. This was by far the hardest task she’d ever assigned herself. He was not the type to be subdued easily. If anything, he was the one who fucked her to sleep. But this was the only idea she had.

Mela went into the bedroom and pulled out a piece of lingerie from the dresser. She hurriedly changed into it and called Jaehyun into the bedroom once she finished her pep talk and sprayed some of her favorite perfume on.

Although it took him a little longer than usual, he appeared at the door frame with a puzzled look on his face. It changed as soon as he saw Mela standing in front of him with nothing but lingerie on her body.

“Oh. What’s this?” He gave a slight smirk as he raised an eyebrow. “This is new. The milkshake didn’t actually do anything to you, huh? I see what you are trying here.”

Mela tilted her head and smiled at Jaehyun. “Do you?” She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, slightly raising to her toes in the process. She caressed the back of his neck as he hummed in satisfaction.

“You want me to play with you.” Jaehyun pressed his lips against Mela’s cheek as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into a tight embrace.

“Hmm. No.” Mela said into Jaehyun’s ear. “It is me that wants to play with you.”

“Oh yeah?” Jaehyun squeezed a little tighter.”Let’s see what you’ve got.”

He smirked and let Mela go, keeping his eyes on her as she took his hand to lead him to the bed. When it was time for him to follow, he didn’t. Mela looked back and made a small noise of confusion. In a flash, Jaehyun pulled her back into his arms, ass pressed against a raging hard boner, as she gasped at the sudden change in positions.

“You’re up to something and I’m gonna make sure you don’t get away with it, you understand me?” Jaehyun whispered in Mela’s ear as his hand gripped her by the throat and his other hand kept her trapped against his shirtless chest.

“Jae, stop! You’re being paranoid.” Mela struggled to break free from his ironclad grip.

“Be quiet. You are such a terrible liar.” He then lifted her so her feet left the ground and brought her to the bed. In a swift movement he threw her and she landed on her stomach.

“God, look at that.” Jaehyun clucked his tongue as he pushed both of Mela’s knees together and peered at her backside, the lingerie covering close to nothing. He slowly palmed her bare ass as he examined the smooth skin. “I know you love it when I kiss you…here.” He pulled the string of separation to the side and ran his tongue across his lover’s wet folds. He chuckled softly as he felt Mela tremble. This only made him enclose her knees in his arm. “How could I forget this taste..” Jaehyun trailed off as he shoved his entire face in her wetness.  

Mela shrieked as she felt and heard Jaehyun make out with her clit, the slurping noises ringing in her ear. Her toes curled as he went deeper and continued to stimulate her clit over and over again.

“Jae oh my goodness, please! I’m gonna cum!!” Mela shrieked as she struggled to break free.

“Do it then.” Jaehyun said and then took a long and satisfying lick. But he stopped and released Mela’s knees because he knew she wouldn’t survive the night had he kept up. He had told himself he’d be better about recognizing her limits.

He could visibly see her sigh in relief but while still convulsing when he pulled away.

“Oh my pretty baby.” Jaehyun cooed softly. “You just looked so delicious, I didn’t mean to turn you into this.” Mela could sense the amusement in his tone. She slowly turned around to see Jaehyun beaming as he looked at her while she tried to regain her composure.

“Ugh, baby I’m still horny.” Mela pouted and reached out to him. “At least finish what you started.” She would continue the charade for as long as she had to.

Jaehyun took the bait and immediately started to untie the strings on his gray sweats. He then proceeded to rip the lingerie off of Mela’s body. She smiled in victory as he went into her arms fully naked, cock ready to be serviced.

“It’s been a while since I fucked you while looking at your pretty face.” Jaehyun said softly as he lined up his cock and slowly dove into Mela. He groaned as he went in deeper and Mela started to claw his back. She couldn’t tell if he was just experiencing an undeniable amount of pain…or pleasure. Maybe both.

Jaehyun rested his head in the crook of Mela’s neck as he lined her collarbone with kisses. “God, you’re making me insane.” He groaned as Mela’s hands cupped his head and her right fingers grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head back.

“Good, so you won’t mind if I do this.” She pushed Jaehyun off of her and rolled him over so he was on his back and her on top of him. His expression confused as he tried to understand what Mela was up to.

“You’ve lost your mind.” He said and tried to move her but she put a hand around his throat and pushed him back into the bed. Unsure of what she would do next, Jaehyun didn’t attempt another fight. He then saw Mela reach underneath, where their parts met, and lined up his cock with her dripping wetness.

“Oh fuck.” Jaehyun said as he watched her. She smiled as she watched his chest go up and down and his eyes convey what seemed to be a mixture of terror and excitement. He closed his eyes shut and pressed them hard as he braced himself for what was to come.

“Ohhhhh you will regret this.” He said as she slowly lowered herself onto him. He barely finished the sentence before a whimper escaped from him. The sudden warmth and wetness caused him to cry out as Mela kept her hand around his throat. Once she felt comfortable with his size, she started to slowly rise and lower herself on him. The seesaw motion that Jaehyun couldn’t win against.

“Aren’t you a little embarrassed?” She moaned and laughed in his face. Jaehyun tried to escape again only for Mela to slam into him harder than she had before.

“Just shut up and keep fucking me.” He managed to get out, his ears turning beet red and his mouth watering. He threw his head back onto the pillows and groaned in pure ecstasy, his cock twitching inside her. 

“My pleasure.” Mela said, gearing to allow herself to lower onto his length. She did it with more force this time, not letting her hand leave his throat and slightly squeezing enough for Jaehyun to react.

Just then Jaehyun cried out again. He grabbed her hand but didn’t remove it from his throat. What happened next, surprised Mela. She felt him pump three loads of warm cum into her as his whole body shook with each pump. Almost like a muffled cough rode through his entire body. Once done, his hand dropped from Mela’s arm and his head slowly rolled to the side, his eyes fluttering.

Holy shit.  

“Babe?” Mela raised herself and let him slip out of her, the hot cum oozing out of her and down her. She cupped his face to see if he was still conscious. He was. He had a half lidded smile and his ears were still red. He was just sleepy.

“Never speak of this.” He muttered but still slightly smiled.

This was her chance. She laid next to him and pulled him into her chest, hugging him gently. She rubbed his head and played in his hair for about a minute until his breathing steadied. He had finally fallen asleep.

My fucking goodness. Mela thought to herself. All that just to get his ass to sleep!

Once Mela felt it was safe to detangle herself from Jaehyun, she carefully moved away from him and slid off the bed. She then took soft, slow steps to the bathroom, making sure he stayed asleep. After about fifteen minutes, Mela was cleaned up and dressed in an all black outfit. She stepped out of the bathroom and saw Jaehyun still asleep on the bed. Chest rising and falling but he hadn’t moved an inch since Mela left the bed. She debated kissing him before he looked just so sweet and peaceful but she decided against it, fearing he would wake up.

She grabbed the keys off the island and stepped out into the evening.

All she could hope for was for Jaehyun to still be sound asleep when she returned.

Chapter 1

I Choose You [M]

Genre: Smut, Office AU, Multiple Partners, Fluff, Angst, M/F

Pairing: Jaehyun x Johnny x Original Character

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Oral sex, Sub/Dom dynamics, bodily fluids, masturbation, vulgar language, choking, rough sex, multiple partners, unprotected sex

Summary: Carmella requested a transfer within her company and moved to the other side of the world. She soon realizes she bit off more than she can chew once she starts working at the home branch...

A/N: Some very hard decisions were made! Just letting y’all know in advance, this chapter might make you VERY delusional! I don’t want to hear any complaints fjshgjkdhfgk. Thank you so much for reading and staying with me. We are almost there! HAHA. As always, please feel free to chat with me, follow, reblog, like. Interaction is very motivating <3 

Chapter 9

Mela arrived at the location previously sent to her and waited at the gate, inside the black Mercedes.

“Jaehyun would have my head. This car is his baby.” Mela had told Kay during their conversation as she drove the car very carefully to her destination. It was only a fifteen minute drive but she felt as though she were taking a road trip across the country.

“Girl…..easy fix. If you fuck up this baby, just give him a real baby.” Kay had responded. Followed by a hushed curse from Mela.

Mela sighed as her hands gripped the wheel. Before she could press the red button, the gate opened. So Mela drove in and followed the path. She then found herself in front of a long driveway, paired with the biggest house she had ever seen. She cut the engine off and stepped out of the car. There were lights to illuminate the path to the front door and to the far right, there were a few cars parked. One in particular looked really familiar….

Mela slowly took in her surroundings as she walked towards the front door. There were lights on in the house, mansion, castle. Whatever it was called. But she didn’t hear any voices coming from inside. She pulled her phone from her hoodie pocket and searched for Johnny’s name. Before she could start the call, the door swung open and there stood Johnny. He looked like he had just returned from an office meeting.

Fitted gray slacks and a light blue button up with some black house slippers. He looked like…he looked like someone's father.

“Hi.” He said softly with a head tilt and small smile.

“Hi.” Mela waved awkwardly. She took in Johnny’s build and inhaled. He was overwhelmingly attractive. His hair was slicked back again, with a single strand of jet black hair falling onto his forehead. He leaned against his door frame and played with the black ring on his pointer finger. He crossed a leg in front of the other and stared at Mela.

“You want to come in? I have a bowl of ice cream with your name on it.” He flashed a smile and beckoned for Mela to enter.

“Ohhh ice cream!” Mela giggled and ran into the house. Johnny shook his head lightly and quietly chuckled, closing the door behind Mela.

Mela squealed as a white dog raced towards her once she stepped fully into the house. “Oh my goodness. Aren’t you the sweetest thing?!” The dog jumped on her, begging for affection and Mela happily obliged. “I didn’t know you had a samoyed. I love this breed soooo much!”

Johnny smiled and made his way to the kitchen. “Enjoy your time with him while you can. It’s almost bedtime.”

Mela stayed behind for a moment to give the dog belly rubs and then finally decided to follow Johnny, remembering she needed to keep this visit short.

Once she reached the kitchen, the dog stayed at the entrance and laid down.

“Oh wow.” Mela put a hand to her chest.

“He isn’t allowed in the kitchen or any bedrooms that don’t belong to him. He’s okay. Come.” Johnny put a hand out and motioned for Mela to go to the island to meet him and get her ice cream.

There was a manila envelope on the island and Mela couldn’t contain her curiosity. “Oh, is that for me?” She said while washing her hands.

“Yes, actually. I took the time to prepare physical evidence for you.” Johnny said, before putting a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.

“I feel so special. Johnny Suh taking time out of his day to prepare something for me.” Mela joked as she joined him with a stool by his side.

Johnny looked at Mela with an intense stare but it soon dissolved into a smile. “I guess I should start. I’m going to assume your time here is very limited.” He started to open the manila folder.

Mela laughed nervously. “I’m glad you understand.”

Johnny nodded as he stuck another spoonful into his mouth.

“Let’s start from the beginning.” Johnny pulled out a picture of a woman that Mela had never seen before. She was beautiful. She had jet black hair and sharp features. There was something familiar about her.

Johnny continued. “This is Eun-Bi. Her sister is none other than Ju-Ri.”

Mela's eyes widened. What would her sister have anything to do with any of this? She said nothing and let Johnny go on.

“About a year and a half ago, she committed suicide. She was found by Ju-Ri at what appeared to be twelve hours after her death.”

“Oh my goodness.” Mela said, her stomach churning. “That is so sad.” Suddenly she felt bad for Ju-Ri. She couldn’t imagine what that kind of trauma could do to a person.

Johnny sighed.

“During the autopsy, they discovered she was three months pregnant.”

“Jesus Christ!” Mela couldn’t even look at her ice cream anymore.

Johnny stopped for a second and pulled out a paper from the manila folder.

“I’ll let you read this..” He said quietly.

Mela looked at Johnny but took the paper and started reading. It was a string of text messages between Eun-Bi and Ju-Ri. Johnny had taken the time to add translations.

I’m pregnant. Didn’t know how to tell you this. 11:50am

Who is the father? This is embarrassing.  11:55am

I am too scared to say. 11:59am

You need to take responsibility. 12:03pm

Sister… 12:10pm

? 12:12pm

It is Jeong Jaehyun. 12:30pm

Mela stopped reading and realized she was shaking.

Johnny noticed and rubbed her back gently. “Hey..” He said, taking the paper away from her. “Take it easy.”

“How can I?!” Mela looked at Johnny and gulped. “He got a woman pregnant and she killed herself! There is nothing calming about this. Is he the reason why she’s dead?!”

“Mela, you need to relax. I can try to answer any questions you have.” He said softly.

“Did he refuse to support her and the baby?” Mela asked instantly.

“Well..about that. I could tell you but I think you’d much rather read it.”

Mela sighed but nodded. Then Johnny pulled out another paper and gave it to Mela. She looked at it and started to bite a nail. This time, the messages were between Eun-Bi and Jaehyun.

I think it would be best for us to announce our relationship now. 3:27pm

? 4:52pm

I cannot be pregnant and single. Jaehyun, please think about this. 4:54pm

We had sex two times. That’s not a relationship. 5:30pm

Are you saying you won’t take responsibility? 5:40pm

I will love and care for my child, but I won’t commit to you. 6:50pm

Mela threw her hands up in frustration. “How dare he!”

Johnny moved back, shocked by Mela’s sudden outburst.

“I can’t believe it. Why would he do this?” She asked, completely baffled.

“You could always ask him.” Johnny sighed.

Mela said nothing but only shook her head.

“I’m sure you can see why Ju-Ri has it out for you and Jaehyun. Jaehyun ruined her life, or at least she believes, and she would do anything to make sure he doesn’t find happiness…” Johnny trailed off for a second and rubbed his chin. “She reached out to me so I could gather enough evidence so that she could take down the entire company. She believed you and Jaehyun’s relationship would for sure cause stocks to plummet. Turns out she was very wrong. Apparently, Korea is delighted with the well traveled heir that wishes to one day start a multicultural family.” Johnny chuckled and shook his head.

Mela calmed down as she listened to Johnny’s words. “Do you know whether or not she killed Joo?”

Johnny nodded his head and pulled a flash drive from the envelope. Mela looked at him and took it.

“Oh, she definitely killed Joo.” Johnny said in a quiet voice. “And her plan was to frame me. Probably because she figured I was also under your spell.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Mela asked Johnny.

“She must’ve found out I had sex with you.” Johnny said, standing up from his stool and walking over the sink to drop his bowl in it.

“Sorry for getting you fired.” Mela said jokingly.

Johnny laughed. “Oh, please. I’m rich enough to buy that woman a hundred times over. She wasn’t paying. I just wanted to help out an old friend. That’s all. I just didn’t realize how far gone she was.”

Mela looked at Johnny and unconsciously smiled as he talked.

“Earth to Carmela.” Johnny waved a hand in front of Mela’s face and laughed.

“Johnny, you’re a really cool guy. What happened between you and Jaehyun?”

Johnny’s face turned serious and he nodded. “Well….. me and Jaehyun. We go back.”

He slowly sat by Mela before continuing his story. “Jaehyun was…. born into wealth. I was born into a rich family. They are two completely different tiers. Our family didn’t truly become wealthy until a few years ago. Jaehyun and I met when we were in college. He is a few years younger than me, but he was always well mannered, despite the difference in status. We eventually became friends, but during my last year, we fell for the same girl…”

Johnny chuckled to himself before he started again.

“It sounds very silly and you’d think we'd be able to squash it and move on. She was the prettiest girl. She was extremely nice, had perfect grades, and came from a family known for their philanthropy. Me and Jaehyun started to compete for her attention, letting our friendship dissolve in the process. In the end, I started dating her and Jaehyun well….let’s just say he was a sore loser. Our friendship ended. Me and the girl went on to date for about six months before we broke up due to wanting different futures for ourselves.”

“Jaehyun can be very immature. So this story is very believable.” Mela said while nodding her head. Her ice cream bowl was now empty and she put the spoon back in the bowl before speaking again. “So basically, Jaehyun had flashbacks when he realized that me and you…”

Johnny nodded. “I’m sure he did. But this time things are different.” He said.

Mela tilted her head. “How so?”

“Well…I know better now. Yoona wasn’t meant to be with me... And neither are you.” Johnny said softly.

“Oh?” Mela wasn’t expecting this. She had been reluctant to show up for two reasons. The first reason was Jaehyun. The second was being alone with a very alluring Johnny.

“After seeing all of the things that he’s done for you. The way he looks at you. The way you look at him. I have no room here and I am mature enough to respect something as….magnetic as the two of you. Mela… he acts as if the sun rises and sets with you. I couldn’t compete here even if I wanted to.”

Mela felt a tear escape her right eye. Her journey with Jaehyun was not an easy one. But she truly was coming to terms about her feelings for him. No matter how much she tried to suppress it or hide it, she would always return to the same conclusion. She loved him.

“Oh geez. No tears, please.” Johnny gave Mela a Kleenex and she laughed but took it and dabbed her eye.

“Sorry. It’s just been..one hell of a ride.” Mela said with a sniffle.

“I understand. That’s why I figured the least I could do is give you this.” Johnny took all of the papers and the flash drive and put all of it into the manila envelope. “Take all of this to Jaehyun. There’s enough evidence in here to charge Ju-Ri and keep her away from the two of you forever. Also, consider it my apology for blindly accepting to help her.”

Mela took the envelope from Johnny. “Johnny, thank you.” She said sincerely while holding eye contact with Johnny. “You are truly such a good guy. And I’m glad we crossed paths, despite all that has happened.” She then stood and Johnny stood up as well and placed a hand on his chest and gave a head bow.

“I’m not all bad, you know.” He said with a smile.

They both walked to the front door, Johnny’s dog was asleep on the ground and didn’t even budge as they walked past.

Johnny opened the door and Mela turned around before leaving.

“I also wanted to let you know that your place is amazing.” She raised a pointer finger as she spoke.

Johnny laughed and nodded. “Thanks, I’m actually not here often but I'm glad it still has the feeling of a home.”

Then Mela put an arm around Johnny’s neck and stood on her toes to hug him. Johnny was taken aback at first but he then wrapped both arms around Mela’s waist and gave her a warm and tight embrace.

Mela then stepped out and walked to the car. She unlocked the doors and climbed inside, placing the envelope on the passenger seat.

Johnny watched as she got settled and started the car. She waved at him and he waved back. She then drove off. Johnny only went back inside and closed the door once the Mercedes was out of sight.

-

Mela looked at the time when she pulled into the driveway. She had been gone for exactly forty-five minutes. The lights were off and Jaehyun didn’t call her, nor did he send any texts. One could safely assume he was still asleep. She put the envelope underneath the passenger seat, not wanting to leave it in the wrong spot around the villa.

Mela slowly and gently set the keys on the island and tiptoed to the bedroom, once she was inside. She went into the bathroom to undress, afraid she would wake Jaehyun.

She disrobed and threw her clothes in the hamper before slowly climbing into bed where Jaehyun laid, softly snoring as his chest rose and fell. He was still on his back but in a completely different position than when Mela left and this worried her. Did he wake up?

She stayed on her side of the bed and it finally set in that she was exhausted. She didn’t feel it in the moment but her…exchange with Jaehyun before she left truly did drain her. Her eyelids started to get heavy and she was losing vision as she started to fall into a deep sleep.

-

The next morning, she woke up to the smell of french toast. When she turned to her side, Jaehyun was missing. All of her potential questions were answered. Jaehyun was, without a doubt, the person making breakfast in the kitchen.

Mela smiled to herself and crawled out of bed. She put on some shorts and a cami top. She took time brushing her teeth and washing her face. Once done, she went out to the kitchen.

Jaehyun had his bare back to her as he was focused on the skillet in front of him. Mela sat and watched his back muscles flex as he worked around the kitchen. He was truly a sight to behold. His pajama pants hung loosely on his hips and his hair was a bit messy like most mornings.

“Nice to see that you’re awake.” Jaehyun said with his back still facing Mela.

“You didn’t wake me up.” Mela whined with a pout.

“Well after that stunt you pulled last night, I figured you didn’t deserve an orgasm for breakfast.” Jaehyun said with a stern tone.

“You’re no fun.” Mela said and stuck her tongue out.

“It’s only fitting if I put you to bed tonight. An eye for an eye.” Jaehyun turned around and winked, his dimples making an appearance.

“You loved it.” Mela teased.

“I’m not confirming anything with you. Next thing, you’re gonna want to peg me.” Jaehyun shook his head and brought his attention back to the food he was preparing.

“You always move my hand away whenever I try to play in it.” Mela rolled her eyes. “I know better.”

Jaehyun laughed and brought a plate of toast and fruit to Mela. He placed it in front of her, on the island and kissed her on the forehead.

Mela smiled warmly at Jaehyun and rubbed his arm. She could feel the love radiating from him.

“Joo’s family called this morning. The funeral will be on Friday.” Jaehyun said softly. He then walked back to the counter and began to fix himself a plate.

“How are you doing?” Mela asked him. Jaehyun had been very quiet about Joo and this meant he was greatly impacted by his death. Mela longed to help him grieve but Jaehyun seemed to wish to forgo the entire stage altogether.

“I’m hanging in there. Don’t worry about me, Carmella. As long as you’re safe, I’ll be okay.” Jaehyun said, finishing up with his plate and then making his way to Mela so they could have breakfast together. A warm smile crept onto his face, featuring another appearance by his dimples.

“I love you.” Mela said. “So, please don’t ever hesitate to put some trust in me, too. It’s okay to not be okay.”

Jaehyun froze. His smile dropped. He looked at Mela and a look of anxiety swept his features. “Carmela….Please. Never stop showing me how much you love me. Because I’m prepared to spend the rest of my days reminding you that the love that I am experiencing with you…is the only type of love that I ever want to experience.”

“Jae.” Mela started, her heart beating fast. This was what Johnny was talking about. She nodded at Jaehyun and waved him over so he could sit next to her. Mela couldn’t help but smile at his red ears, nor could she help but wonder how many times she’d failed to notice him pushing himself outside of his comfort zone, in hopes of getting through to her.

Jaehyun sat next to Mela and simply stared at his food. After a few seconds, he spoke. “Hearing you say that you love me...” Jaehyun looked at the ground, slightly nervous. “ I really like it. Love hasn’t been easy for me until I met you. I hope my words stay with you for a long time.” He then finally began to eat.

Mela smiled at Jaehyun and rubbed his bare back. “I’ll make sure to say it often. My big baby.”

Jaehyun gave her a side eye but smiled.

“Can we talk about something later?” Mela said, returning to her food.

“It’s okay if you’re pregnant. You’re in your mid twenties and I plan on marrying you anyway.” Jaehyun bit into his toast and nodded to himself. He seemed to be very proud of his work.

“I’m not pregnant! Will you stop bringing that up?”

“Not yet anyway.” Jaehyun raised both eyebrows and slightly nodded.

“You need help.” Mela scoffed. “But it’s about something else. Something more important.”

Jaehyun hummed and continued to eat. He pulled Mela’s stool closer to him and started to rub her thigh. He then brought a fork full of food to Mela’s mouth. She opened her mouth and took a bite.

“Take a bath with me and we can talk about anything you’d like.” He said softly.

“Thanks, baby.” Mela said after she swallowed her food.

“And next time you decide to leave in the middle of the night, you could at least leave your location on.” He added, stone faced.

Fuck.

Chapter 1

@dulyrana​

I Choose You. [M]

Genre: Smut, Office AU, Multiple Partners, Fluff, Angst, M/F

Pairing: Jaehyun x Johnny x Original Character

Word Count:  4.1k

Warnings: Oral sex, Sub/Dom dynamics, bodily fluids, masturbation, vulgar language, choking, rough sex, multiple partners, unprotected sex

Summary: Carmella requested a transfer within her company and moved to the other side of the world. She soon realizes she bit off more than she can chew once she starts working at the home branch...

A/N: This update took way longer than expected omg. I don't spend as much time on here as I'd like to. But I guess that's also a good thing because spending time with my friends and family is something that I doooooo enjoy. Once it gets cold out, my updates will be much more frequent lol. I had the draft sitting for about a week because I kept getting distracted lol but now I am here!! Please enjoy and happy comeback season!! Fact Check era seems like it is going to be extremely promising~

P.S. I have some goodies in the vault... hint(s)?? mark, jeno, haechan, doyoung

Chapter 10.

“We could just put our names together and name her something like Jaela. I think that’s cute.” Jaehyun was settled in between Mela’s legs, surrounded by lavender suds in their stand alone bathtub.

“I don’t know how you have managed to convince yourself that I am pregnant with a girl.” Mela ran her fingers through Jaehyun’s wet hair as he hummed in satisfaction.

“If you aren’t….well.. I don’t mind if we keep trying.” Jaehyun turned around and kissed Mela slowly. He smiled after pulling away and bit his lip. “There’s nothing else I’d rather spend my time doing.”

“Baby, we need to put sex on hold until we talk.” Mela wrapped her arms around Jaehyun’s neck and rubbed her nose against his.

He groaned in disapproval. Despite his protest, he repositioned himself. “You want to talk in here?”

Mela waited for a bit and thought to herself before responding. Jaehyun loved baths and he’d be more likely to be cooperative if the conversation was paired with something he found enjoyable.

“Yes, let’s just stay in here.” Mela said, playing with Jaehyun’s wet locks. He rubbed her knee gently and hummed as he sunk deeper into the water.

“So you’ve already made it clear that you know I left to see Johnny last night.” Mela started.

“Is that why you were so determined to get me to bed?” Jaehyun asked calmly. “I thought you were genuinely just horny.”

“Don’t be like that.” Mela said but still giggled at Jaehyun’s tone.

“I’m sorry but please don’t make me out to be the irrational boyfriend.” Jaehyun said, surprisingly still calm. “I think I have a good reason to be just a tad bit upset.”

“Jae, I always enjoy you. Please, let’s move away from that.” Mela shook her head but Jaehyun couldn’t see.

“Fine. Continue.” Jaehyun laid back onto Mela’s chest, a clear attempt to mentally center himself again.

“Eun Bi.” Mela said.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Jaehyun responded almost immediately.

“Well, that’s quite the response.” Mela said.

“You went to see Johnny to get information that you could’ve gotten from me..” Jaehyun said slowly.

“No, that’s not exactly true. There is some information that slipped past you.” Mela said. “I have evidence too.”

Jaehyun sat up and turned around to face Mela. “Where is it?”

“Aht aht. Not so fast.” Mela said with a wag of her finger. “We talk first.”

Jaehyun looked at Mela from bottom to top. “You’re so lucky I am madly in love with you.” He then rolled his eyes. Mela giggled and laid Jaehyun back onto her chest.

“Remember when I told you the company should take background checks a little more seriously?” Mela started.

“How seriously do we need to really take them? It’s Korea.” Jaehyun retorted.

“Well….if you had taken the background checks a bit more seriously, you would’ve caught that you had a pair of siblings in the system.” Mela told Jaehyun, slowly circling his Adam’s apple with her pointer finger.

“Pardon?” Jaehyun said from below Mela.

“Jae. Eun Bi’s sister. She works or rather….worked right under you..” Mela told Jaehyun softly.

Jaehyun was silent.

“Hey.” Mela leaned forward to get a look at his face. Jaehyun still said nothing. He zoned out, seemingly deep in thought. After five more seconds of silence, he finally spoke. “She would talk about her sister often. She seemed to be very fond of her.” His voice was low and he started to circle Mela’s knee with his thumb.

“Seems you and Eun-bi were actually quite close…” Mela slowly said.

Jaehyun stayed silent.

“Baby, you need to talk to me.” Mela said.

“I thought she was pretty and I made some stupid choices.” Jaehyun shook his head softly. “I never meant for any of this to happen.”

“Tell me everything.” Mela stroked his dark brown locks, as she softly spoke in his ear.

“Promise you won't inflate this.” Jaehyun replied sternly.

Mela rolled her eyes and sighed. She knew she couldn’t confidently promise but she tried anyway.

“I promise.”

“We went out for drinks one night after work, like usual. I already had my eye on her for a few weeks. But we didn’t talk much outside of work.” Jaehyun stopped once he felt Mela’s breath hitch. “Hey, maybe I shouldn’t-”

“No, it’s fine. Please continue.” Mela reassured him.

“Well….I offered to take her home once everyone started leaving. We had sex in the car and then we had sex again one more time in my office about a week later. She started acting weird after that so I figured it’d be for the best for me to end things.” Jaehyun said.

“Weird in what way?” Mela asked curiously.

“She became…obsessive.” Jaehyun started. “She would follow me…..constantly called and left so many voicemails. In her mind, I was her boyfriend. I thought it was very odd. We didn’t know much about each other. My only conclusion was that she wanted to marry me and gain access to wealth.”

“Jae…” Mela started.

“Carmella….it’s not like she would’ve been the first.” Jaehyun said with a sniffle.

“I’m sorry.” Mela backed down.

“There’s no need to apologize.” Jaehyun started to rub Mela’s knee again as he continued his story. “She found out she was pregnant and things became exponentially worse. She threatened to share the story with the news. Harassed my parents for days on end. It was madness.”

“My goodness. Really?” Mela’s eyes widened at the details.

“Yes, really.” Jaehyun shifted his body and Mela moved with him. “I eventually pulled her into my office and told her to stop and that her attempts were futile. I would never agree to commit to someone like her. After that day, I guess she never came back to work. We got the news about her passing about 2 weeks after our conversation…”

Mela said nothing and let the silence consume the entire room.

Jaehyun also kept quiet as his head slightly hung in shame.

“I don’t want you to have a bad image of me. I’m not the same man that I was before.” Mela felt Jaehyun sink into her again.

Mela wrapped her arms around Jaehyun’s shoulders and kissed his cheek. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I’m sorry, we don’t need to talk about this any further. I can show you everything. C’mon.”

“Thank God, we are this close to turning into raisins.” Jaehyun groaned and Mela giggled as he stood and she looked at his wet ass cheeks.

Once he wrapped a towel around his waist, he grabbed another one and held it open for Mela to walk into. He kissed her temple as he wrapped the towel around her and inhaled deeply. “The most intoxicating woman I’ve ever met. Thank you for accepting me, baby. I love you so much.”

Mela felt the butterflies form in her stomach as she let the taller man enclose her into a tight embrace. “I love you, too.” She replied softly

-

“So this is it, huh?” Jaehyun ran his fingers through his hair as he reviewed the papers from the manila envelope. “Fuck.”

He stopped and stared at the stills pulled from the security cameras and shook his head. He turned the pages over and put everything back into the envelope.

“I’ll call the legal team first thing tomorrow morning.” Jaehyun said before pulling Mela onto his lap.

Mela laid down and settled on Jaehyun’s chest and he chuckled softly to himself.

“Um, what’s so funny.” Mela asked him.

“Guess you had a good reason for going to see Johnny. Now I don’t have to beat his ass.” Jaehyun responded, a hint of amusement lacing his words.

“Yeah he told me about your past. You two sure are something.”

“He is actually just a sore loser. I was chosen fair and square. Like always.” Jaehyun said nonchalantly.

“I really didn’t think your head could get any bigger but here we are.” Mela propped herself up on Jaehyun’s chest with widened eyes as he stared at her while she made her statement.

“Well…you chose me.” Jaehyun said softly. “I think that counts…for a lot.”

“I…” Mela started, but she stopped once she made eye contact with Jaehyun. She was set to laugh but quickly realized he wasn’t joking. He gazed at her with a subtle bite lip. Half- lidded eyes conveyed want. Mela wanted to speak but she couldn’t. And she didn’t need to. Jaehyun slowly and softly guided Mela’s head toward his face and kissed her. She opened her eyes once they separated but said nothing.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around Mela, his leg wrapping around her as well. She smiled into his chest as he rubbed his chin on the top of her head.

“Jae?” Mela finally said into his arm. “How long until we return to work?”

“Well I am going to be returning very soon…..As for you..” Jaehyun trailed off.

“What do you mean by that?” Mela sat up and moved away from Jaehyun.

“Carmella….” Jaehyun said calmly. “I know we haven’t discussed it yet, but…I think I am going to have the company hire someone else for your position.”

Mela stood from the couch and threw a pillow at Jaehyun. “How dare you?!”

Jaehyun sighed and stood from the couch, as well. He walked towards Mela and once he was within reach, he wrapped his arms around her waist loosely and looked into her eyes as he spoke. “I know this isn’t ideal for you but babe….please. I need you to just trust me. We will talk about it some more.”

“You don’t understand.” Mela said, her voice breaking.

“I promise… I do.” Jaehyun reassured her. “Please. Let’s not get into it now.”

Mela sighed. “I’m tired. I think I am going to head to bed.” She started to walk away and Jaehyun followed, falling slightly behind so he could hug her from behind as they walked together.

Jaehyun laid his head down at the same time as Mela and brought the comforter over them both.

“I understand you might be a bit upset with me.” He said in a low voice. “But could you at least let me hold you?”

Mela’s heart dropped. She hadn’t realized the message she sent Jaehyun once she pushed herself off and threw a pillow at him. He’d seen her upset on multiple occasions but this time…it was different.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and shifted closer to him. “I’m upset but not that upset.”

Strong arms wrapped around Mela and all she could smell was a musky but spicy scent as she closed her eyes and inhaled.

When she opened her eyes again, it was daytime.

-

Jaehyun was nowhere to be found, so Mela sent him a text and then started her day.

“Girl, we have been at this villa for almost three weeks now. I love the time with him but I wish this was under different circumstances…” Mela said to her friend as she plucked an eyebrow hair.

“You mean like… your honeymoon or something like that?” Kay’s voice rang from the iphone.

Mela sighed and put the tweezers on the bathroom counter.

“Now….you know that’s not what I meant.” Mela replied.

“Oh yeah. Of course, he’d bring you to some island his parents bought for him for his 16th birthday. We know this.” Kay said nonchalantly.

“Very funny.” Mela rolled her eyes.

“Who said I was joking? He has an island, Melz. This is a fact.” Kay’s tone didn’t change but Mela grabbed the phone so she could make eye contact with her friend through the screen.

“What are you saying?” She finally said.

“I just looked it up. He has an island!” Kay burst into laughter. “Girl how are you dating one of the wealthiest men in the country and you haven’t googled him. People with money ain’t got privacy. Their business is all over the internet.”

“I have googled him. I never saw anything about an island…” Mela looked around in thought.

“I just sent you the link.” Kay said after a few seconds.

Mela opened it and her eyes widened. Sure enough, there was an article about Jaehyun being gifted a remote island for his 21st birthday.

“Wow.” Mela stared at her phone screen, stunned.

“And apparently there weren’t even any locals so this is the most ethical shit I’ve seen from a rich person.” Kay sounded indifferent but still amused.

“I can’t believe this.” Mela said under her breath.

“What was that?” Kay caught something.

“Nothing. Um, I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” Mela attempted to change the topic, when she heard the door open. “Ohhhh. It’s gonna have to wait. I gotta go.”

“Daddy’s home.” Kay said and winked.

“Goodbye!” Mela said and then ended the Facetime call.

A few seconds later, Jaehyun appeared at the bathroom door. He was dressed as if he went to work. Dark gray three piece suit, and his hair slicked back.

“You’re finally up. You looked so peaceful and pretty this morning. I couldn’t bring myself to wake you.” He stepped into the bathroom and gently grabbed Mela’s waist, pulling her into him. He kissed her softly and stepped back to look at her.

“Good afternoon.” Mela said, smiling at her lover as he began to unbutton his suit.

“Seems like you were having quite the conversation with Kay.” He started to undo his tie.

“I did. And we discovered something.” Mela said.

Jaehyun tilted his head and made a sound of confusion. He started walking to the bedroom and looked over his shoulder to make sure Mela was following. “And what exactly was that?”

“You have an island?” Mela leaned against the doorframe.

Jaehyun stopped undressing and stared at Mela.

“Yes?” He looked confused and Mela scoffed.

“How am I just now finding out?” She asked Jaehyun.

“Well…you never asked.” Jaehyun shrugged his shoulders and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Yes, because I ask everyone I know if they own an island.” Mela said as she followed Jaehyun back to the bathroom.

“Well I am not everyone. I am your boyfriend.” Jaehyun was now naked. Mela averted her gaze so Jaehyun wouldn’t catch her staring at her. But she was too late.

“Just come join me instead of acting like you aren’t horny.” He smirked and turned the shower on.

“I already showered.” Mela said and rolled her eyes, although her face betrayed her and she slightly smiled.

Jaehyun walked to her and started to slip her dress straps down her shoulders and kissed her deeply.

“Well, you should’ve waited for me. It’s a hot day and we need to save water.” He said once he broke the kiss. Mela caved and stepped out of her dress as she followed Jaehyun into the shower. He let Mela get underneath the water and gazed at her as the water trickled onto her back.

“What?” Mela looked at him with a puzzled look.

“You’re so pretty.” He said with a smile. “Turn around for me. I’ll be gentle.”

Mela turned over and Jaehyun placed a hand on her hip as he lined his cock along her wet hole.

“Baby..” Mela whimpered.

“I know I know.” Jaehyun mumbled into her ear as he slowly slid in. “Your pussy feels so tight around me when I do this but I know how much you like it when I stretch you out.” He caught Mela when her knees gave out and started to thrust into her.

Mela moaned softly and put her hands against the shower door. She felt herself clench around Jaehyun and a gentle squeeze around her breast indicated that Jaehyun felt it too.

“You love the way I fill you up, don’t you?” He slid his arm up and wrapped his hand around Mela’s throat. He thrusted deeper as Mela felt herself come undone. She started to tremble as she rode out the orgasm.

“Fuck, baby. We just started.” Jaehyun breathed out, pulling out as Mela continued to tremble. He held her close to keep her from falling and quietly cooed into her ear. “You make this sooo fun.”

“More. More.” Mela said, urging Jaehyun to continue.

He moaned and lined up the tip again and pushed himself into her. Mela’s head dropped as she bit her lip, holding back a moan. Jaehyun’s groans danced around Mela’s ears and he smiled when she clenched around him again. He rolled his hips and relished in the moment as he let his fingers glide alongside Mela’s smooth backside. Deep strokes caused her to slightly raise onto the tip of her toes as she then grabbed onto Jaehyun’s arm for support.

Jaehyun held Mela tighter and slid his free hand between her legs and began to rub her clit. “Oh fuck.” She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Just want to make you feel good, baby.” He mumbled and pressed his cheek onto Mela’s as he continued to stimulate her throbbing clit. “Let’s try for one more.”

‘Yes, yes.” Mela was able to get out, gaining a small chuckle from Jaehyun.

“That’s my girl.” He said before pulling out almost completely and then plunging even deeper into her.

“Fuck!” Mela shook.

Jaehyun immediately softened his thrusts. “Oh baby, I’m sorry. I forgot. Gentle.”

“No, fuck me harder.” Mela whimpered.

Jaehyun smiled and kissed Mela’s as he plunged into her deep and hard, his fingers still working on her clit. He closed his eyes as he felt his climax growing near. A deep groan rumbled in his chest as he focused on his rhythm. Mela squeezed his arm as she quietly whimpered. The feeling of being overstimulated becoming maddening.

“Baby, I’m soooo close.” Jaehyun grabbed a breast again and squeezed it gently as he moaned in her ear.

“Me tooo…Oh shit.” Mela trembled and clenched around Jaehyun as her orgasm rumbled throughout her entire body. This triggered Jaehyun’s climax and he groaned in Mela’s ear as he sprayed her walls with his warm seed. He nearly toppled over but he was able to quickly regain his composure and Mela giggled as he slowly pulled out.

“Right. About that shower.” Jaehyun finally said, still panting softly. Mela was already reaching for the soap, with the bath sponge already in hand.

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The funeral was short but meaningful. Jaehyun stole glances at Mela throughout to make sure she was okay but said nothing. The ceremony was small and intimate. This was Mela’s first Korean ceremony of any sort. There was an older couple crying at the front. Mela immediately knew it was Joo’s parents. Jaehyun spoke with them for a few minutes after the ceremony. Both of them hugged Jaehyun and to Mela’s surprise, they hugged her too. Their hugs were full of warmth and assurance. It felt as though she was hugging her own parents. After speaking with them, it was time to speak with Jaehyun’s parents.

“Mela, honey. How are you doing?” Jaehyun’s mother was the first to speak. “He hasn’t been bothering you too much, has he?” She pinched Jaehyun’s cheek after wrapping Mela in a warm embrace.

“We should’ve checked in earlier but things have been extremely busy. Please come by for dinner this weekend. I insist.” Jaehyun’s father said with a squeeze of Jaehyun’s shoulder.

“Yes, Father. We will make sure to stop by.” Jaehyun said with a smile. His parents beamed at the couple and they spoke for a little longer before parting ways.

Jaehyun was silent on the way home but he seemed to be in a relaxed mood.

When they reached the villa, Mela was unusually tired.

“Baby, I think I am going to lay my head down for a bit.” She said as she entered the house and slipped out of her shoes.

“Are you feeling okay? It’s pretty early.” Jaehyun said, putting his hand to Mela’s forehead.

“Yeah. I am just tired, that’s all.” She smiled and reassured him.

“Hmmm. Well okay.” Jaehyun said as he softly caressed her cheek as she laid onto the bed and then he pulled the covers over her.

She watched Jaehyun shuffle around the room as he changed and rearranged things. Before Mela knew it, she was fast asleep.

Hours later, she woke up and looked at the time. It read 5:27am. Realization quickly hit that she had just slept for 11 hours. Jaehyun was still fast asleep on his side of the bed, one leg out of the covers, and arms folded under his head.

Mela gagged and ran to the bathroom in confusion. She reached the toilet right as she began to vomit. She blinked back tears as she continued to throw up. Jaehyun woke up and quickly ran to the bathroom and was at the door within seconds. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and grabbed a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.

“Aw babe. I told you to go easy on the sushi.” He said, his voice still slightly groggy. “Let’s go to the hospital to get you some medicine and make sure you’re okay.” He finished dressing and walked over to Mela where she stayed kneeled in front of the toilet. She had stopped throwing up and grabbed a towel to wipe her mouth. Jaehyun softly rubbed Mela’s back and helped her up.

“Do you think you can do a ten minute drive or should we bring a plastic bag or bucket?” He said softly, while grabbing another small towel into his free hand.

Mela took a moment to respond but she finally said, “Bucket.”

Jaehyun nodded and started to guide her out of the room and to the front door. He stopped to grab a pail from underneath the kitchen sink and they both exited the villa.

On the way to the hospital, Mela threw up again. The duration wasn't as long as the first time but it was still enough to make Jaehyun worry.

The nurse at the front desk immediately stood straight as soon as she saw the couple enter.

“Oh my goodness, is everything ok?” She gasped once she saw Mela’s colorless face.

“My girlfriend isn’t feeling well. I just need to get her checked out and get any necessary medicine.” Jaehyun said, softly wrapping his arm around Mela’ shoulder.

“Yes, please follow me and I will alert a doctor.” They followed the nurse to a room and Mela immediately laid on the bed.

“I feel light-headed.” She told Jaehyun in English.

“Can we get some water, please?” Jaehyun translated for the nurse. She nodded and quickly scurried out of the room.

A few minutes passed before the doctor walked into the room with a clipboard and cup of water.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Moon. I’ll be taking care of you tonight.” He said in English, with a warm smile as he handed the cup to Mela. She took it and gave a hoarse “Thank you.”

“I don’t think she will be able to talk much.” Dr. Moon said, turning to Jaehyun. “Can you tell me what is wrong?

“Well, she slept for over 8 hours, which is really unlike her. Our day wasn’t busy. And then she woke up about thirty minutes ago and started throwing up. I thought it was the sushi, but now I am not so sure anymore.” Jaehyun told the doctor as Mela just watched, far too weak to contribute to the conversation.

“We will run some tests and see what we find.” The doctor nodded as he wrote notes on the paper on his clipboard.

-

About an hour later, Dr. Moon finally returned and he had a smile on his face.

“Oh how fun it is to be young and love.” He said, looking at Mela and Jaehyun.

They both looked at each other and then at the doctor.

“This isn’t a result of bad sushi.” Dr. Moon started. “ You, my dear, are about two months pregnant.”

Jaehyun’s mouth dropped and he brought a hand to cover it. Mela looked at Dr. Moon and then to Jaehyun.

“Pregnant?!?!” Mela and Jaehyun asked in unison.

Chapter 1

NCT 127 ˜ Edie's Masterlist💚

Johnny

Taeyong

We can stay like this forever

Yuta

But this is a no-strings-attached thing

Doyoung

Jaehyun

I saw her first (+ Mark)

Jungwoo

Mark

I saw her first (+ Jaehyun)

Haechan

Sweater Weather. | J.JH (M)

prologue- “Sorry I talk too much didn’t I?” + “No no no, Not at all. Keep talking.”

tw- friends brother x fem y/n , sungchan is Jaehyun’s younger brother. y/n is tutoring Sungchan. fluff. Y/n has a big crush on Jae and he finds it rly cute. Hyper talkative girl x boy who always listens. Potential smut in part 2 if this fic does well.

notes- tbh I was listening to sweater weather and I thought about a sweet shy girl who’s acc talkative and has lots to say but nobody ever listened to her </3

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You’re a freshmen at uni, a quietly soft spoken young student who wants to at least survive first year without dying from stress.

Everyone at campus knows how smart you are, hell you’re one of the students who gets full hundred on every subject, it shocks many to see your report card every year. Teachers love you and adore you.

Which is why when Sungchan one day approaches you by the lockers he immediately pleads for your help to solve his one life crisis problem— calculus class.

He said he will pay you fifteen a hour and that is why you agreed, but then something else played a huge part in your decision. It was his older brother who graduated this year, Jung Jaehyun. You never met him, but you surely heard a lot about him despite Jaehyun graduating not that long ago. The man was practically a legend at your campus. He had perfect grades, perfect attendance, he got all his degrees and ended up becoming really successful at whatever he’s doing now. Teachers go absolutely mental about him. He was a prodigy. Jaehyun even won a champion cup for the team’s football.

Now you weren’t going to lie, he was attractive, his face school photos were posted on the wall students of honour with every year a new student was picked out. Y/n day dreams about meeting such a perfect guy, hell now’s her chance. Sungchan needs her help and well Y/n can meet her idol..if that’s what you could call him.

So now you’re sitting on Sungchan’s bed composing yourself because you are settling into the background fact that you are— in a boy’s house for the first time since you could remember. You clear your throat when Sungchan comes back with a glass of cold iced water, he sits down on the bed next to you as he hands you it.

“Thank you for tutoring me y/n, I know it was really weird to ask because we aren’t close at all.” The boy tells and you shake your head politely sipping the cold beverage down. “I’m glad to help you out so it’s nothin’ don’t worry about it.”

He smiles nodding. “Thanks again.”

“So… what exactly are you struggling in calculus?” You put the glass down on the beside table so it wouldn’t bother both of you when studying. Y/n crawls on the bed crossing her legs as you watch Sungchan who opens the math text book rubbing the back of his long mullet hair from behind.

The boy looks like a confused lost bambi who knows nothing. Which wasn’t a good sign for Y/n but nothing hard can’t be overcome without practice.

“How about, everything?…”

You bite your bottom lip watching the boy who smiles dumbly. You nod slowly looking down at the identical text book except that one was yours. Your voice croaks out into jambles. “Well let’s start from the very beginning then.” This was no ordinary task it seems.

Sungchan nods with a grin. “Alright professor y/n.”

The two kept themselves busy talking amongst themselves solely about the subject. The girl was quite firm with her way of teaching though she never meant to be harsh and blunt, there wasn’t any way to put out and explain such a subject in nicer terms. In other words, there wasn’t any way to sugar coat it. Calculus was a very blunt subject, not everyone will be guaranteed to get it on first try— Y/n was simply just one of the few percentages who did get it by a click of a thumb.

It was fascinating though. Sungchan could start to get the areas he struggled with and that was definitely an improvement in this long session. There was something about the way that he found Y/n teaching was way more easier and simpler to understand than half of the teachers actually teaching at the campus. He felt truly relieved to see him figuring some of the problems on his own.

“I think I’m getting it.” Sungchan exclaims loudly with a vicarious smile, standing up from his bed and stretching. “Let’s take a short break, I really need to go to the toilet.”

Y/n nods as she looks at the time on her phone screen. 5.00pm. You could sacrifice three more hours here before going home. You let out a sigh as Sungchan opens the door.

“Oh by the way y/n if you need anything just ask. I’ll be right back okay?”

Sungchan left the room and this was probably where you’re trespassing on grounds you shouldn’t be. You stood up from the bed and left the bedroom, you make your way into the kitchen to explore. I mean surely, a little exploring wouldn’t hurt right?

Plus it’s not like you’re up to no good. You’re innocently wondering about to stretch your legs. Yes that was exactly it.

“You’re Sungchan’s friend right?”

A deep voice struck you from behind causing your feet to slip and turn on the heels, immediately met with a familiar face you could only see on picture but now it was face to face. He was breathing the same air as you. Y/n raises her eyes in surprise.

“O-oh.” You stutter out, mind went blank and you were unable to think of what to reply. Jaehyun closes the front door as he took his shoes off, seemingly back from work it looks like. Jaehyun turns to face y/n again. “You’re y/n I believe?”

How does he know my name, you exclaim in your head. Your idol knows your name. Y/n practically felt her legs tremble a little, she’s more than sure jaehyun took notice of that too.

“Uhm, yeah that’s me. Hi.” You awkwardly wave. He gives a kind smile at your very visible abnormal gesture.

He looks around loudly speaking in the hallways. Their modern apartment complex was really spacious but closed all in together making it perfect to make short trips between each room, it never felt claustrophobic. “Sungchan! I’m home.”

Jaehyun reveals. The door slams open with Sungchan running out the bathroom with wet hands as he dried them on his shorts.

“Hyung! Hey, you met y/n.” He grins ear to ear as he wraps an arm around your shoulder on the side. You give a soft smile as Jaehyun looks at his brother and you looking real comfy in the embrace.

“I did meet y/n. You never told me she was really pretty.” Jaehyun trails and Sungchan looks at y/n with one eyebrow raised. “I didn’t really pay attention to that. Uh hyung!” He calls out again.

“Did you know y/n is a prodigy in my class just like you were?”

Jaehyun stops midway as he turns to eye y/n up and down. He visible could see right through your body as if it was an open x-Ray for open visiting to view. You mentally could curse out Sungchan because the title enough was as pressuring to keep up with standards but nevertheless, to be called a prodigy was also really a knockout for y/n.

She wasn’t really successful she was just doing good at classes. In other words she’s a big geeky nerd who has no life but to study so she’s doing what she has to do to make her parents proud. Since she never came from a rich family she doesn’t have much hope from other people’s expectations. So might as well make it big career wise.

Especially if she cannot get a boyfriend… hell even a girlfriend alone itself. Y/n truly believes she’s destined to be alone and die alone. She even told herself that she will end her family’s bloodline because she’s an only child and there’s no way she will get married with the amount of social skills she has let along flirting skills. She has no bitches.

Plus. No one has ever called her pretty before. Jaehyun was the first one to ever do so. You grit yourself teeth together forcing out a soft laugh as you spat words of confusion at the boy only audible to him.

“What. Are. You. Saying. Sungchan-”

The boy clears his throat. “It’s true. Your report cards are seriously the best of the best in our year.” Jaehyun hums walking forward as he leans down to take a closer look at y/n. The girl took one step back slowly to keep a decent distance gap between the tall man who was eyeing her out of sudden.

“It’s really nice to see another prodigy other than myself.” Jaehyun softly tells. He reaches his hand on your head petting it down the head lovingly, with a praise leaning his soft pale baby pink lips. “Good job y/n, keep up the good work for four years and you’ll definitely get somewhere.”

No one has ever praised you before, not even your parents, at least not in a way jaehyun just did. usually you’d get a good work or well done, but nothing so detailed to the point it made your body shut down as well as your brain. You felt your eyes eyelashes curl, your lips prickle with excitement unable to hide the happy smile because when those words hit your ears they begin to perk up like a happy dog would when wagging their tail. Your round apple cheeks squirm, the way your voice increased up one or two octaves.

Jaehyun saw light enter your light amber brown eyes and he just knew from the moment he complimented you, you were probably the most happiest human.

Sungchan clears his throat bringing Y/n into reality where she broke eye contact with the older man to look at the boy who had his hand wrapped tight. “Y/n you might need to help me with English too..I’ll pay you extra.”

you hawk your eyes at Sungchan. You were sure if you could stay for that long, but if the boy was really struggling then there was little to no choice here. You mutter.

“Okay but i’ll need to let my mum know about that.” You nervously smile. “You see I was supposed to home by at least round 7.00”

Jaehyun scolds the young boy quick. “Yah don’t tell me you didn’t think about her personal life.” Sungchan clears his voice. “Of course I did…I really need help with English too I just realised.”

You were quick to defend Sungchan even though staying over at Sungchan’s house any longer was surely going to kill you inside and out knowing that jaehyun is home now; your heart wasn’t sure if it could handle being anything near the man now. “I- I mean I can handle it.”

Jaehyun would tut his lips sealing them together. It looks like he had a lot to say but he didn’t bother speaking it out freely. Sungchan drags you back into his room where you two started working on English. Knowing the amount of time you guys have spared before you had to go was enough to push the younger boy to his limits to know the basics.

As you were working with Sungchan your thoughts were flooded with many distractions; all of those happening to do with Jaehyun, surprising right?

The boy murmurs a few nonsense lines that you blocked out of your head until Sungchan was constantly shouting your name now.

“Y/n? Helloooo, earth to y/nnnn.”

Nothing but a dazedly eyes looking in the distance with a lovestruck smile and heart eyes growing back to the moment jaehyun seemingly praised you for your hard work that you were blindly doing just because it seemed like it was the best choice.

Sungchan exclaims loudly. “Y/n! Wake up.”

Y/n flinches at the raise of his voice turning round to him with a soft ‘huh’ coming out your lips. You blink a few times as Sungchan motions to the English text book and you clear your voice.

“God y/n what were you deeply thinking about?” Sungchan scolds quietly. You rub your neck anxiously, couldn’t help but think to yourself, your hot ass brother.

“I was just dozing off into dream land. Anyways, that word means beautiful.” You trail pointing your thumb on the textbook. Sungchan would ‘ooh’ as you silently go back to teaching him again. Until a knock would be heard and Sungchan turns to the door, groaning. “Come in hyung.” He tells.

the door creams half ajar open before slowly revealing the tall figure in a white tank top revealing his muscular arms as well as broad shoulders, grey sweatpants that were loosely fitting round his crotch and legs area. He had messy brushed out hair and his face was hauntingly gorgeously pale with soft pinkish lips and brown piercing eyes ready to launch and pierce y/n’s heart in half.

Jaehyun leans on the doorframe with one hand as he relaxes the other under his tank top shirt, scratching his milk-chiselled abs he slowly reveals.

“So since y/n is staying over for tonight. What do you guys want to eat?” He really pin printed the conversation on you to be honest, jae knows well Sungchan would eat anything. Sungchan looks over at the girl who shyly looks down.

“I’ll eat anything that Sungchan wants to eat.” Y/n mentions. Jaehyun hums. “Don’t be shy if you want something you can go and get it. I’m already grateful for the fact that you’re taking your entire free day to tutor my helpless brother.”

Sungchan pouts hearing his brother as he immediately shoos him out. “Ah hyung you really don’t need to mean smack talk me with her.” Jaehyun grins as he pushes Sungchan out of his way. “Ay come on, also go and make something to eat then because y/n will eat whatever you’ll eat.”

Sungchan nods as he left without a complaint to go and sort something out for dinner. This means that jaehyun would be left alone with y/n. Just the thought of this left the girl wondering scenarios… so many scenarios in her head.

The man slowly approaches on the edge as he sits on Sungchan’s bed with y/n next to her. He grabs with his hands softly y/n’s english journal where she keeps all her work from classes in. He would flicker through the pages as he was analysing everything from the first page to the very last which would be recent.

The handwriting was pretty cursive and jaehyun couldn’t help but think that the girl was really organised, pretty handwriting and hella smart. He had to admit she was determined and for someone who’s lived in America for four years, she was pretty skilled in English— especially because she never been to America once in her life.

Y/n shyly looks down at her fiddling thumbs before jaehyun puts her book down. He soon expressed approval in his lingering deep husky voice.

“You’re really impressive you know that, y/n?” He turns to the quiet girl who said nothing but nod. Jaehyun couldn’t help but be intrigued and pulled further to getting to know the young girl. “What do you want to be when you’re older?”

He asked such a long deep question that y/n herself was still trying to figure out. She just wants to be someone successful maybe someone important too. Because if anything she didn’t feel special once in her life until she met jaehyun,

He makes her feel good inside and outside. He saw y/n start to contemplating the question as her voice begins to waver.

“Uhm well, someone successful and important I guess.” She murmurs. “I guess I’ll be whatever my parents want me to be.”

Jaehyun tilts his head. “But won’t that be your parents and not yourself?” The man guessed and the girl lightly shrugs.

He was right in many ways. It wouldn’t really be her dream or her life if she was to follow her parents choices. She sits up straight and Jaehyun was quick to ask again, another deep question.

“I’m going to ask again. What do you really want, yn?”

“I want to be someone’s special someone. I never really experienced a relationship and it would be nice to have someone that loves me as much as I love them. Plus, i was alone most of my childhood so it wouldn’t hurt to have a person who’s sorta like my safe place..?”

In reality you really only need someone who would understand you on an emotional level that you could spend the rest of your life with. You’re an old child with busy parents who always worked to make a living for you. Growing up poor was hard enough. Now you’re doing everything to become rich but in all Saint truth,

You were really just needing someone to love you. Jaehyun gives a reassuring smile as he reaches to softly stroke your head as you look down unable to make enough of a long eye contact with Jaehyun. He hums in awe.

Then you realised that you basically dumped your deep rooting problems on a guy you just met. Y/n was quick to turn to Jaehyun with defensive hands shaking them softly.

“Sorry I talk too much didn’t I?” Y/n insists forward as her eyes were droopy eyed feeling like a massive burden. Jaehyun was quick to protest as he wraps his hands with y/n’s interlocking them. Reassuring her slowly.

“No no no, Not at all. Keep talking.” Jaehyun smiles watching the girl slowly come out of the shell. She might seem like a timid little fragile thing, but he swears there is so much more underneath the first impressions he’s getting. People just haven’t been making effort to get to know this wonderful person.

You felt as if jaehyun just understood you. You didn’t feel judged and this made you feel…so much more comfortable round him.

There was something so pleasant to hear her speak and jaehyun for a moment believed he were bewitched by your sweet longing voice.

“How do you feel about going on a trip with me and Sungchan down to my family’s private villa?”

Y/n blinks looking forward at the man in front, half confused if she heard him correctly but when her eyes didn’t deceive her she slowly gasps. Jaehyun couldn’t help but chuckle hearing her reaction as well as seeing it. It was..innocently cute.

“I- me? At your private villa? Oh no that’s… too much to accept.” You mutter out confused. He scoffs gently. “Who said so? Plus I want to get to know you more. I promise it’s not going to be intimidating.”

You purse your lips into a thin line. “If..Sungchan says yes then I’ll go.”

Jaehyun smiles ear to ear. “Deal.”

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I’m sorry but shy girls who are actually super hyperactive and talkative when comfortable are the cutest. I don’t make the rules up. Who else wants a PART 2? If you do Lemme know bc I actually enjoyed writing this <3

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The Cowboy - Preview

Summary: Leaving the city for a rural area called Blayne seemed simple enough. Your task was to convince the people to agree with selling their land for a resort redevelopment. But once there, you soon realise that your city ways are entirely different to theirs. Winning their trust was going to take some effort, and when you start to fall for a local cowboy, you wonder if you really needed Blayne more than the city life after all.

Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x female reader

Genre: cowboy au / drama / romance / if you squint there’s some enemies to lovers up in here. 

Warnings: Jung Jaehyun is a cowboy, need I say more? (a bit of angst and drama, and it sometimes might feel like you’re reading a Nicolas Sparks book, so I’m told lol)

Word count: 415

This series will be updated every Thursday and Friday starting 7th January. 

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“You didn’t bring the truck?”

“You asked if it was legal yesterday. I doubt you would have gotten in it.”

You eyed the large animal warily. “And you expect me to get up there?”

“Miss City, don’t tell me you’re scared of a mere horse. Back before any car, they were man’s best friend.”

“I thought that was a dog,” you murmured as Jaehyun leapt back up onto the cushioned seat of the wagon, his hand reaching down for yours.

“Ever seen a dog plough a field for crops?” Jaehyun asked with a chuckle, his grip firm around your wrist as he helped you up.

You sat down and looked around yourself hopelessly. “Do I need a seatbelt?”

“You really haven’t experienced much in life, have you, Miss-”

“Y/N,” you interjected, smiling nervously. “Please, call me Y/N.”

Jaehyun stared at you again and then smiled, picking up the reins. “You can hold onto me if you get scared, Y/N. I won’t tell anyone that our city slicker is frightened to ride on a horse wagon.”

“Why did I agree to go out tonight?” you wondered with a groan, shrieking and grabbing onto the front of the wagon when it started to move. Jaehyun laughed at you before eagerly asking the animal to move faster, your hands gripping on more tightly to the bar. “You’re working too hard to get rid of me, Jaehyun.”

“Really? Is it that noticeable?” he wondered and smiled when he watched you loosen your grip. “You’re adapting to this pretty well, though.”

It was your turn to look at him, a smile forming on your lips. “I am, huh.”

He glanced at you and nodded. “Who knows, maybe you’ll last more than a week.”

“Talk to me again when I make it to a month.”

“You’ll be riding a horse by that time,” he suggested, and you scoffed loudly.

“No, thank you. I’m not here to play farm. I’m here to work.”

“Farming is one of the hardest jobs out there. I thought you were here to see how us Blayners tick?”

“Well…”

“I guess you better think about what you’ll wear for a horse riding lesson tomorrow then.”

“I never agreed to it,” you objected and then sat back in your seat when Jaehyun leaned towards you.

“I like your dress by the way. It’s pretty.”

“Still full of yourself,” you mumbled, fanning your cheeks with how hot they grew with his compliment.

Jaehyun grinned. “Still enjoying it, aren’t we?”

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I just loved this series!! Hands down one of my favorite series, and one I will reread. It is so well written, with just the right amount of fluff, angst, and cute banter. I just love the way it ended. It makes me want to go find Cowboy Jaehyun and ride off in the sunset with him.

The Cowboy - Part 15 (Final)

Summary: Leaving the city for a rural area called Blayne seemed simple enough. Your task was to convince the people to agree with selling their land for a resort redevelopment. But once there, you soon realise that your city ways are entirely different to theirs. Winning their trust was going to take some effort, and when you start to fall for a local cowboy, you wonder if you really needed Blayne more than the city life after all.

Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x female reader

Genre: cowboy au / drama / romance / if you squint there’s some enemies to lovers up in here.

Warnings: Jung Jaehyun is a cowboy, need I say more? (a bit of angst and drama, and it sometimes might feel like you’re reading a Nicolas Sparks book, so I’m told lol) 

Word count: 2160

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Life in Blayne was ever-changing, and yet there were some constants that remained. You still woke up to the owl in the middle of the night at least once a week, and whenever it rained, you seemed to find yourself under the sheets moaning out Jaehyun’s name.

May was always the first person you turned for any news about anything regarding the people in Blayne and equally the one person you avoided the longest when you wanted to keep something to yourself.

Because Jaehyun wasn’t back yet from his second rodeo circuit, and you didn’t want anyone to know the news you had to share before telling him in person.

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i still love you - introduction part 2 ( jaehyun and his friends )

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synopsis

⇲ going from dating to one of the biggest basketball players in school to dating the biggest football player was not easy. you went from love at first sight to not knowing what love felt like. struggling with their relationship because of their differences and leads them to a fatal break up that may or may not come back to life.

i still love you- introduction part 1 ( y/n and her friends )

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⇲ going from dating to one of the biggest basketball players in school to dating the biggest football player was not easy. you went from love at first sight to not knowing what love felt like. struggling with their relationship because of their differences and leads them to a fatal break up that may or may not come back to life.

i still love you- introduction

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jaehyuns pov:

i hated seeing her with him. the thought of seeing her happier with someone who isn’t me makes me hurt. the way i have lost her touch makes me weak. the way i can’t hold her in my arms when she cries in her sleep. the way i can’t kiss her goodbye when we leave to our classes in the morning. the way i can’t love her like there is no tomorrow. i miss her. i miss everything about her. her honey brown curls and that honey skin. the freckles on her nose and the beauty mark on her right cheek. everything is his now. all of her love is to him.

y/n and i broke up 6 months ago in mutual terms. it was the definition of right person wrong time but she doesn’t believe that. she thinks mingyu is everything when he isn’t and i know how he plays. see me and mingyu and his friends were on really good terms last year but i saw how they played their women and i was not okay with that. ever since then we all started to hate each other.

y/ns pov:

i missed jaehyun. i missed him a lot. but i was scared to leave mingyu and potentially leave for my ex who doesn’t want me anymore. when i left jaehyun i went to mingyu for emotional support. i don’t really love him- matter a fact we never said our “ i love you’s “ yet. he just isn’t the one for me. jaehyun was my ride or die, my everything but we couldn’t make it. we were too different for each other. we didn’t have the same interest or the same views on things which is what made is argue 24/7 yet... we still loved each other.

i don’t think i could ever loose my love for him. he is too pure and too good for me. he had said it was just “ right person wrong time “ but i didn’t believe that until now. i didn’t realize how miserable my life was without him. i thought maybe mingyu would be my cup of tea. we like to party, have fun, live life- unlike jaehyun who is more conservative, stay home, study, watch movies and cuddle. even though he is a professional basketball player, that doesn’t make him a frat boy. he could care less about basketball. but thats what i needed.

i needed that pureness again. i needed someone who actually cares and doesn’t ditch hanging out with me for frat parties. it hurts seeing jaehyun look miserable because i moved on to someone i didn’t care for. i just thought me and jae weren’t meant to be..

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synopsis

⇲ going from dating to one of the biggest basketball players in school to dating the biggest football player was not easy. you went from love at first sight to not knowing what love felt like. struggling with their relationship because of their differences and leads them to a fatal break up that may or may not come back to life.

i still love you- chapter 1

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marks pov:

as y/n’s best friend i try to keep her protected and safe at all times. i try to make sure she is stable and not hurting inside- but ever since her breakup with jaehyun it has not only been rough for her but for him too. when y/n moved on to mingyu , that was a very big mistake on her half . she went to someone who didn’t give two craps about her and just dated her for laughs and giggles and to prove jaehyun wrong. mingyu wanted to make a point to jaehyun that he can snatch whoever and whatever he wanted from him- regardless y/n asked out mingyu.. that’s one thing he took from jaehyun. mingyu didn’t want to give up that chance.

mingyu and y/n is quite the couple. they aren’t a passionate or real to or for each other. they don’t actually love one another , it’s basically just a toxic game waiting to end. they absolutely hate each other as well. y/n speaks so bad of mingyu like her life depends on it but i don’t blame her. mingyu does the same thing though ( according to the fishes in the sea ) . y/n thought that just because they were the total opposites that meant they weren’t right for each other when in reality that makes them complete . when y/n texted me about mingyu i wasn’t surprised but when she mentioned her missing jaehyun... that was a turn i wasn’t ready for.

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synopsis

⇲ going from dating to one of the biggest basketball players in school to dating the biggest football player was not easy. you went from love at first sight to not knowing what love felt like. struggling with their relationship because of their differences and leads them to a fatal break up that may or may not come back to life

i still love you- chapter 2

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y/n’s pov:

i was laying in bed reading my book, trying to get away from my emotions and confused feelings when i suddenly get a text. “ hmm, heard you missed me 😳 “ it read. i was shocked - i didn’t realize i still had his number nor was i expecting a text from him. i assume maybe mark told him about what i said since they are best friends because i mean how else would he know. i panicked a little since we haven’t talked in 6 months rather than everyday. i did miss him as we know and i do want him but i am just so confused.

i didn’t answer immediately. i waited maybe 15 minutes to answer because i didn’t want to seem like i needed him at that second. something in me was kind of excited but also scared.

i told him to meet me at the ddong cafe at 2 pm. i wanted to talk to him and catch up. i wanted to tell him how much i missed him even though that maybe a mistake on my end but i need him to hear it. i say it maybe a mistake because of how i feel. i am scared that i will let him down again. even though we broke up on mutual terms we cut it off for each other. we put up with a fight everyday and it wasn’t healthy for us. i don’t want it to be like how it was before.

it was 1:23 pm when i started getting ready. jaehyun and mark have their last period together that ends around 1:30 today. i got up and took a quick shower then put on a pair of black biker shorts with a white graphic tee, paired with my white air force 1’s. i left my curly hair out and added a blue headband. i grabbed my purse and left to go see the one and only jaehyun.

when i arrived to the tiny cafe, it was decorated so beautifully. i didn’t even realize that jaehyun was already there sitting at a table staring at me. we looked in each others eyes for a good five minutes. with those brown chocolate eyes those plump lips , i was aching for him. he had his hair pulled back with a beige hat on with a plain white shirt and black dress pants on it looked like. he looked so hunky and i loved it.

i then get out of my thoughts and finally walk over to him. i started to get real nervous and i could tell he was too. i can read him like a book. those pretty thoughts are pretty nervous now. i break the awkwardness and hugged him and he hugged back. this was such a relieving feeling. i felt so relaxed and at piece. he made me feel so secure and safe at this very moment. when i am with mingyu it feels more like a chore. more like a playdate but with jaehyun it is so much more despite the differences.

jaehyuns pov:

when i saw y/n she looked absolutely stunning. beautiful as ever. it sucks that i have to look at her from afar because she is my everything. i could see in her eyes that she needed comfort- she was dull and looked so miserable. when she hugged me i didn’t expect that at all. it was a very cold-sharp hug. she needed warmth. she needed someone who she could call home. she needed someone who could make her smile and fill her up with all the happiness in the world. she needed a home. she didn’t have that with mingyu and to be honest i don’t think she ever will.

when she pulled away from the hug and said “ i’m sorry “ and started to shed tears. i wanted to kiss her and tell her that i have her forever and ever but i didn’t want to overstep my boundaries especially because she still is with the kim mingyu. i just hugged her so tight. i couldn’t even speak even if i wanted too. i wanted to take in everything.

we sat down and took our usual orders. “ so how have you been y/n “ i ask. she looked at me with a “ you should already know i am going through hell “ type of look. i already knew she wasn’t happy in their relationship. the way mingyu talks about her is ridiculous but i never wanted to say anything plus i am sure she knows already. she probably got it through her head that mingyu is trash. “ my relationship is throwing me off guard and messing with me mentally but- i am trying to fix myself “ she says. i gave a little chuckle and smile to brighten the mood. “ i just want you to know that you are too good for him. you know that. don’t let a jerk like him mess with your head. mark has told me about his ways and how he plays you like a book. “

y/n’s pov:

he was so right and i hated it. if only he knew how much i wanted him. we start chatting about our lives and how our professors are asses. it felt so nice to have a normal and civilized conversation with someone. it’s something i don’t get everyday and i needed it. the way he smiles from ear to ear everytime i laugh at his corny jokes and ask about basketball makes me so happy. “ i heard you won your last tournament hm “ i say. “ yeah i am still so psyched about that. i trained so hard to make those shots haha “ he said. i made a slight smile. “ i wish you were there to cheer me on “ he says. i knew that was coming.

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synopsis

⇲ going from dating to one of the biggest basketball players in school to dating the biggest football player was not easy. you went from love at first sight to not knowing what love felt like. struggling with their relationship because of their differences and leads them to a fatal break up that may or may not come back to life

i still love you- chapter 3

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mingyu’s pov:

i was about to head to my car to pick up seokmin and jungkook when jungkook shot me a text to look at my instagram. i open it to seeing y/n with jaehyun. i am not gonna lie it made me furious to see my girlfriend with her ex knowing they still love each other. i never got mad at any of my girlfriends for being with another guy- especially with the reputation i have i shouldn’t be mad. something about y/n drives me insane and i don’t know how to describe it nor feel. i feel bad because i treat her like shit and she thinks i don’t like her when really i am in love with her.

i act like an ass because i never felt this way about someone. when we went to our first frat party as a couple it was a sight i never saw of her before. she looks so innocent on the outside but when you get to know her and see her in a free state it makes you so crazy. the only people who knows about my crush on y/n are my friends because lets be honest here- who would think that kim mingyu has a LEGITIMATE crush?! i barley believe it.

it sucks because i know she doesn’t love me. i know she’s with me to get over her ex but it’s nothing that i’ve never done before...now i know the feeling. i can’t bring myself up to tell her i like her because she’s gonna think i am a fool or drunk when these are really my true feelings. it sucks being a jock sometimes. i let my thoughts go in the back of my brain so i can enjoy my night but i couldn’t. all i could think about was y/n possible leaving me for jaehyun.

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⇲ going from dating to one of the biggest basketball players in school to dating the biggest football player was not easy. you went from love at first sight to not knowing what love felt like. struggling with their relationship because of their differences and leads them to a fatal break up that may or may not come back to life.

i still love you- chapter 4

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jaehyuns pov:

going up to the school building, i see mingyu walking with his friends jungkook and seokmin. as we made eye contact he did a handshake with his friends and walked over my way. i was confused but scared because i didn’t know what he was going to say to me- especially since i am y/ns ex. he came up to me with a somewhat preppy face which confused me even more. “ whats up jaehyun ! “ mingyu says. “ uhh hey? “ i say in a confused tone. “ look i gotta question, i don’t do this often but how do i get closer to y/n ? “ he says. i was in shock- not once has mingyu ever wanted to get close with someone before. this makes second guess my relationship with y/n..maybe i won’t be with her again.

i take the offer anyways and help mingyu out. this honestly came by surprise and this will of coarse break me. seeing them date is already enough even if it isn’t real love. me and mingyu start talking about y/n and he threw everything at me. he named such amazing things about her but they were things everyone knows of. he doesn’t know the intricate stuff- the little things. that’s what matters the most to me.

mingyus pov:

i texted y/n thinking she would respond nicely, but i forgot i ditched her the other day. so obviously she was upset when i texted her about wanting to talk. i wanna tell her that i love her because that’s what jaehyun said i was feeling. it felt weird going to jaehyun since that’s her ex and he’s clearly in love with her still.

now i know j am just wasting her time but i really want to be with her. she thinks i am a joke and i am but i really do love her. i just know she doesn’t love me and it kills me.

y/ns pov:

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⇲ going from dating to one of the biggest basketball players in school to dating the biggest football player was not easy. you went from love at first sight to not knowing what love felt like. struggling with their relationship because of their differences and leads them to a fatal break up that may or may not come back to life.

note: sorry for being so inactive,, school has been taking too much of my time:(( i will try to be more active soon !

i still love you - chapter 5

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y/ns pov:

as i am walking to the local cafe i spot a familiar face. jaehyun.. ofc. i continue walking, pretending to not see him- hoping he doesn’t see me. i have been thinking long and hard last night about my love decisions. don’t get me wrong, mingyu is very cute but i don’t think he wants my time. when me and jaehyun hung out again it was like we were dating again- it felt surreal. when mark asked me if i loved mingyu or not i started to think a little bit. like i said before he is cute but he was more like a rebound rather than a real boyfriend and i am sure he thinks the same. as i was thinking i ran into someone...of course it was jaehyun. u honestly didn’t want to run into him again since i am confused.

“ hey y/n , i didn’t expect to see you “ he said.

“ yeah same haha “ i say. i didn’t know what to say for some reason. i was trying to come up with an excuse to leave in my head but i couldn’t think of anything. my mind was just blank. just at the wrong but right time mingyu calls me. he sounded like he was crying. i look at jaehyun with a i have to go look and he understood so i walked away with a relief. i then drove back to me and mingyus room to see what was going on.

i walk up to the apartment to see mingyu sobbing with seokmin basically holding him. “y/n “ seokmin says. “ come here “ he says in a concerned voice. he walks me to the hallway and tells me that mingyu is having trouble with his feelings. “ y/n i think mingyu is in love with you.. when you didn’t respond it made him think you are going to leave him “. i was in shock. i didn’t think it was true to be honest and i forgot to respond by accident i swear. “ shit “ i mumble. “ i really don’t know what to say, i really didn’t mean to not respond i was just confused in my head. i didn’t think he actually loved me.. “ i say. “ y/n he never loved anyone until you. something about you makes him go crazy- that’s what he is trying to figure out now . “ says seokmin. “ how am i supposed to love him when he doesn’t know how to love me? “ i say. “ and that is exactly what he is trying to figure out ... “ he says.

mingyus pov:

i see y/n walk out the main door. it really makes me think we will never have anything which makes me sob even more. seokmin comes over to me and tells me about the conversation and how y/n most likely won’t fall for me unless i try which i will. i want her to be mine but something tells me that won’t happen. i get up to go get an ice cold beer out of my fridge. as i open it i start to think about things i could do to win y/n over.

jaehyun told me a lot of things that she liked- like foods, drinks, hobbies, etc and it seems like me and her are pretty much the same. thats what jaehyun and y/n lacked. they are just too different but maybe- just maybe me and her can be something. i started to write my ideas down when i get a message from y/n.

marks pov:

i am really excited for y/n- though i am scared at the same time especially because of mingyus reputation. i am glad she is exploring though- lets just wait until jaehyun sees..

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synopsis

⇲ going from dating to one of the biggest basketball players in school to dating the biggest football player was not easy. you went from love at first sight to not knowing what love felt like. struggling with their relationship because of their differences and leads them to a fatal break up that may or may not come back to life.

playlist🪴🧸 4/22/21

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neo culture technology~

🦋 7 days

🦋candle light

🦋 1,2,3

🦋angel

🦋pandoras box

🦋replay(pm 01:27)

🦋horizon

🦋let me love u

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day6~

⛈everyday we fight

⛈days gone by

⛈you were beautiful

⛈love me or leave me

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ateez~

💫mist

💫inception

💫wave

💫utopia

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here are some of my favorite songs atm; you should listen if you haven’t already <3

i still love you - chapter 6

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y/ns pov :

immediately after school i go home to get ready for me and mingyus date. i have three hours before he picks me up so i wanna look as good as possible. once i was done with my 45 minute shower the bathroom smelled like blossoms in a flower field. i throw on my favorite blue jeans and a black bodysuit on . it was a lot chillier today so i have to wear a bigger coat and a comfier fit . i go sit on my vanity to do my hair - i straighten it to perfection . i throw on a hat and i go to my perfume collection on my dresser . i look and see my tom ford collection… it reminded me of jaehyun and his amazing scent. he bought them for us to match back when we were dating but i never realized i still had them. i wanted to wear it but i just went with Chanel N°5 .

i put on my shoes and simply wait for mingyu . it took me about 2 in a half hours to get ready so i am pretty good on schedule. i didn’t receive any messages from him which scared me . i don’t want to be let down especially since i am giving him a chance . maybe about a good 10 minutes i hear someone knocking on my door .

i open it to see a very handsome mingyu. he had on khaki color dress pants with a gray sweater on . he completed the look with low top black converse and black bag- his hair cutely parted on the side. i didn’t even realize we were staring at each other until he broke the silence . “ hi “ he says with a smile. the raspiness in his voice caught me off guard. why didn’t i realize how handsome this man was before? i ask to myself.

“ hey .. wow you look great - different from what i usually see you in “ i say with a slight chuckle. mingyu does that cute little giggle he does and looms away shyly. “ i am a man of different styles what i tell you “ he responds . “ you look amazing by the way “ he adds. i smiled and grabbed my bag. we walked down to his car in the parking garage - we were silent the whole time, just taking in each other’s presence for once. it was nice. his car smelled like roses and champagne, a smell only a man like him could have. he turned on some music and it was definitely a relaxing ride.

again, it was silent . the whole 30 min car ride was silent but like i said before it was a nice feeling. “ are you ready to be wowed at my amazing surprise date ? “ he asked me , adding a smirk at the end . “ no .. i am kinda scared now that you ask “ i laugh jokingly . he continues to drive at his normal pace and i just relaxed. i look to the left of me to see an area lit up to the sky with led lights. i look up and we are at the Namsan tower.

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synopsis

⇲ going from dating to one of the biggest basketball players in school to dating the biggest football player was not easy. you went from love at first sight to not knowing what love felt like. struggling with their relationship because of their differences and leads them to a fatal break up that may or may not come back to life.

note: hello everyone !! i know i have not uploaded ,, i have been on my last couple of weeks of school and it is a lot! i am on summer break now so i will be uploading regularly like before :))