With Jay and Y/n as a couple
Idolbf!?Jay X idolReader?!
Warming: this is just a Fanfiction so idc if you think it's real and all Lmaoo, but if think it's real you in therapy i mean we all need no cap but yeahhh
Synopsis- Couple, Mentions of Jay's family, brand names, just them being cute mentions of Jay's mom smacking him and alot is going on so read itttttt you hoeeee hahha just kidding sorry sorry
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The camera zooms in as two stylish figures walk in and settle into their seats. Jay is dressed in all-black chic with sleek sunglasses resting on his head, while Y/N is in soft pastels, her bag literally glittering with charms. They wave at the camera with matching grins.
Y/N: (clears her throat dramatically, then leans in toward the camera with a fake-serious face, mimicking the iconic tone)
“‘Hi British Vogue. I’m Charli XCX. And this is what’s in my bag.’”
Jay: (slowly turns to side-eye her with the most unimpressed expression ever, arms crossed)
“…We’re not even on British Vogue.”
Y/N: (bursts out laughing, clutching her chest like she just did a full Oscar monologue)
“I know, but I was just tempted to say ittt.”
Jay: (pretending to look around like he's trying to find the exit)
Y/N: (ignores him with flair, now sitting up straighter and smiling at the camera)
Jay: (finally gives in, sighing but smiling softly)
“And this is… what’s in my bags with Vogue.”
Jay: (adding with a sly grin)
Y/N: (immediately turns her head, giving him a suspicious side-glance while trying not to smile. Then she playfully eyes him up and down like she’s judging whether he’s qualified to even say that. Finally, she blushes just a little and swats at his arm)
“Don’t say it like that.”
Jay: (grinning, absolutely knowing what he’s doing)
Jay: (leans back, smirking)
“‘Couples edition.’ Just saying facts.”
Y/N: (still recovering from her blush, clears her throat and changes the subject quickly)
They both grab their bags and set them on the table. Hers is overflowing with charms, keychains, and plushie zipper pulls. His is a clean, matte black crossbody with absolutely no decoration.
Y/N: (pointing between them dramatically)
“Look at this. Look at this beautiful chaos and then this sad little void.”
“My bag is elegant. Yours looks like a toy store exploded.”
“It’s called having a personality, Jay.”
“It’s called ten pounds of unnecessary objects, Y/N.”
Y/N immediately unzips the top and starts pulling stuff out like she’s in a speed round.
“Okay, so first off, hand cream—this is seasonal, obviously. Then we have—oh my god wait.”
She pauses suddenly, digging a little deeper into a side pocket.
Y/N: (gasps, dramatically holding something up)
“A photocard. Not of members. Not even of Jay. It’s literally—Jake.”
She shows the camera a shiny, official photocard of Jake, complete with a peace sign and sparkles.
Jay: (leans in slowly, narrowing his eyes)
“…You carry around photocards of my members?”
Y/N: (laughing nervously)
“Okay listen. So i bought an enhypen album and I pulled him plus he looked really good in this one, and I didn’t have a sleeve for it, so I just—look, don’t be jealous, babe.”
Jay: (snatching it from her hand and turning it over)
“I am jealous. Why is he winking?! Why is there glitter?!”
Y/N: (trying not to laugh)
“Please don’t fight him over it.”
Jay: (to the camera, holding up the card)
“This is betrayal. I need to have a little chat with him seems.”
Y/N: (leans close, whispering into his ear playfully)
“But Jay, I still sleep in your hoodie though.”
Jay: (instantly smug again)
“Okay fine, you’re forgiven.”
Y/N: (still digging through her bag, excited)
“Okay, okay, now the good stuff’s coming out—”
She pulls out a small digital camera, pastel pink with stickers on it, and waves it around proudly.
“My baby! I take this everywhere. Like, if we’re out on a coffee date or just walking around, I always sneak a few pictures. He complains, but he secretly loves it.”
“I don’t complain. I just don’t like getting caught mid-bite.”
Y/N: (ignoring him, now pulling out a thick little journal covered in doodles and stuck-on paper scraps)
“And then—my journal. We'll kinda like junk journal but this is like, my brain. My feelings. My rants. My weird sketches. Random receipts and photos i paste in it. Doodles of Jay’s weird sleepy faces—”
“You draw me in there?! Without consent?!, i mean you're really good at art and stuff but still”
“Only the ones where you’re being cute.”
Jay: (softly, leaning in)
Y/N: (blushing, lightly smacking his arm with the journal)
She dives back in and suddenly holds up a small drawstring pouch.
“Oh, and this! My crochet stuff.”
She opens it to show a couple of pastel yarn balls, a hook, and a tiny unfinished project—maybe a flower coaster.
“I crochet in cafés or in the car when we’re stuck in traffic after our shows. I made Jay a beanie last winter—”
“She did. And I actually wear it. It’s black and off white. Kinda emo tho but i like it.”
Y/N: (bashful, shrugging)
“I was proud of that one.”
Y/N just finished showing her adorable crochet things when Jay reaches for his sleek black bag and gives the camera a confident nod.
“Alright. Time for the real star of the show.”
“Here comes Mr. ‘I only carry essentials’ with nine essentials.”
Jay pulls out a sleek black wallet first.
It’s well-organized, no surprise there. He flips it open dramatically for the camera.
“My wallet. Leather. Sexy. Efficient. Contains zero cash because I live in the future.”
“And, like, ten loyalty cards. This man is loyal to his coffee shops.”
Next, his black metal credit card. He holds it up and wiggles it like it's Excalibur.
“This? This is the weapon I use when she says ‘I’m not gonna buy anything’ and then proceeds to buy the store.”
“It’s called retail therapy.”
“And I’m her financial support group.”
Y/N: I mean why not guys, i maybe be a strong independent woman, but sometimes I love spending my man's money too, heheheh
Y/N: (digging deeper into her bag, looking guilty but proud)
“Okay... so, full confession time.”
Jay: (eyes her suspiciously)
Y/N: (laughs, holding up a pair of black sunglasses)
“These aren’t mine. They're his.”
Jay: (leans forward, squinting)
“Wait—aren’t those my new—?!”
He reaches out, takes the sunglasses, and checks the inside arm.
“Yup. Literally just bought these last week.”
Y/N: (grinning like a thief caught mid-crime)
“Exactly. You buy something cool, and within a week, somehow it just... ends up in my bag.”
“Do I ever complain baby?”
“Nope. Not once. That’s why I keep doing it.”
“He buys jackets, I steal them. He buys cool rings, it's suddenly mine. Even his perfume—”
“Guys. That’s why she loves me.”
He looks at the camera, dramatically placing a hand on his chest.
Jay: (now pulling something out of his bag)
“You wanna talk about dramatic? The one time I take your hair tie—ONE TIME—”
Jay: (switches to a higher-pitched voice, pretending to be her)
‘Babe, that was my favourite one—it matched my vibe—now it’s ruined—’”
He drops the act and grins at her.
“I swear, she has, like, thirty, but I pick the wrong one every time.”
Y/N: (blushing but laughing hard)
“Okay, fine. I might be slightly dramatic about my stuff, but why do you even need a hair tie”
Okay Jay's turn. He then pulls out a matte bottle of his favorite perfume and spritzes the air.
“This is something like Cherry, rum something, But this is the one she steals. I spray it and she’s like, ‘why do you smell so good?’ as if she didn’t use it this morning.”
“Okay but it does smell like a rich CEO who just crushed a business meeting and now wants to kiss you in his office.”
He pulls out a mini cologne roller, a lip balm, a breath spray, and a travel-sized comb.
“This is my hot boy survival kit. Stay fresh, stay ready. You never know when Vogue will shove a camera in your face.”
“He used the breath spray before asking me out the first time. He was so nervous.”
“It’s called being prepared!”
Y/N is still digging through her magical bag of endless treasures when her fingers wrap around something small and hard. She pulls it out carefully—
“Oh! This one's special.”
She holds up a delicate, gold-trimmed hairpin with tiny hand-painted flowers on it.
“Jay’s mom gave this to me when they went on a family trip.”
“She picked it out herself.”
“Yeah! She was like, ‘This reminded me of you, so I had to get it’—and I was like, ma’am?? Please adopt me???”
Jay: (dramatically sulking)
“She’s replaced me. I’m not even the favorite anymore.”
“Apparently I am now. Sorry, not sorry.”
“You’ve known her for less than 3 years and she already loves you more than me. The betrayal runs deep.”
“No, but seriously, Jay’s mom is so cool. Like, classy, elegant... but also savage.”
Jay: (knows exactly where this is going)
Y/N: (grinning at the camera)
“She literally smacked him with a slipper last month for making a mess in the kitchen. I was just sitting there sipping tea like 👁️👄👁️”
“You made a big mess in the kitchen while making us dinner. You deserved that slipper.”
“She acts like she’s all soft and sweet, but she’s got that mom strength. You blink and boom—pain.”
Y/N: (smiling at the hairpin)
“I keep this with me because… I don’t know, it reminds me I’m loved. She really treats me like her daughter.”
Jay glances over, his teasing fading into something much softer as he watches her turn the pin between her fingers.
“She says you’re the best thing I’ve ever brought home.”
“Well... she has good taste.”
They both chuckle. Jay leans in and brushes her hair back gently, pretending to tuck the hairpin in.
“Next time she hits me with the slipper, I’m telling her it’s your fault.”
“I’ll just smile and offer her another one.”
Y/N’s fingers dive into one of the inside pockets of her tote as she talks casually.
“Okay, I think this is the last item—wait—”
She pulls out a pen, but with it come a few small polaroids that flutter down onto the table between them.
Jay tilts his head, curious, as she flips them over one by one.
“They’re just... random photos I keep. My friends, my members… this one’s me and Mina at the studio… that’s when I twisted my ankle on set—don’t laugh! And—”
She suddenly holds up a photo like it’s precious.
“Here he is. My baby, my son. Nicholas.”
It’s a picture of a regal-looking orange cat perched on her desk, blinking at the camera like he owns the world.
Jay: (squinting, dramatic)
“You keep a whole photo of Nicholas in your bag?”
“Yeah? Of course I do. He is my love.”
“Okay but—where’s my photo? Am I even in your top five?”
Y/N: (teasing, without looking up)
“Wow. She really loves that cat more than me. I knew it.”
Y/N just grins and pulls out another photo—this time of Nicholas wearing a tiny collar with a gold tag.
“He’s classy. And smart. Unlike some people who mock him on camera.”
“Classy? He looks like he sends passive-aggressive emails for fun.”
Y/N: (turning to him with a playful glare)
“Don’t insult him. He’s our son.”
Y/N: (nods, still serious)
“Yep. You're legally attached. And since you're already his dad... you should know I’m getting him a sibling.”
Y/N: (trying not to laugh)
“I’m getting another cat. A tiny grey one. Already have a name.”
“…Is it another Victorian gentleman?”
“Actually, her name’s Luna. Nicholas is gonna be a big brother.”
Jay looks at the camera like he’s re-evaluating his life choices.
“So this is how she tells me. On Vogue.”
Y/N shrugs with a cheeky smile, holding up a final photo of Nicholas sleeping curled up in her lap.
“Anyway. If you’re mean to Nicholas again, I’ll let Luna sleep on your pillow instead of you.”
Jay: (pretending to sulk)
“This is betrayal. I’m third place in my own house.”
Y/N: (teasing, brushing his hand)
“No, babe. You’re still first... just with heavy competition.”
Both Y/N and Jay look at the pile of items in front of them: Lip balms, perfume, cat photos, and a photocard of Jake still suspiciously visible.
“Okay wait, wait, wait. I think I have one more thing.”
“Don’t tell me it’s more cat photos.”
She rummages dramatically through her bag, pulling out a small, folded piece of paper.
“This is a letter I wrote for Jay, like... at the start of our relationship. I forgot it was still in here.”
Jay: (raising an eyebrow, softening instantly)
“Yeah, but I didn’t give it to you ‘cause it was cheesy.”
Jay: (smiling like a soft boy)
“Fine. Then I’m pulling out my last thing.”
He dramatically reaches into a hidden zipper pocket. Pulls out… a crumpled pink hair scrunchie.
“You thief! I looked everywhere for that!”
“I kept it ‘cause it smells like your shampoo. I’m sentimental like that.”
Y/N: (blushing, but teasing)
They both laugh, leaning into each other.
“Way overpacking and still forgetting stuff.”
“And this was ‘What’s in my Bag.’”
“With Vouge and a lot of Chaos.”
The screen starts fading to black as they start picking up their things, still giggling and whispering to each other. Jay tries to sneak the letter out of her bag and Y/N smacks his hand away playfully.
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@jaywalkingintomyheart (87k likes):
“Jay’s bag had: perfume, a camera, a scrunchie he secretly stole from Y/N, and literal heart eyes every time he looked at her. Sir, Be serious. You’re not in love. You’re in devotion. 😭💳📸🖤”
@yn.my.badbitch (102k likes):
“She pulled out a letter she never gave him, a hairpin from his mom, and called her cat their son.
Y/N isn’t just girlfriend material, she’s soft-wife-who-saves-all-your-memories energy. I’m sobbing.”
@marryingynbeforeJay (152k likes):
“This wasn’t a Vogue bag reveal.
This was a 17-minute soft launch of their future marriage, two cats, a shared bank account, I’ve never third-wheeled harder in my life. 🛍️💘🐾📝”
“he smells like a CEO who just crushed a business meeting and wants to kiss you in his office”
ma’am??? you can’t just say that on vogue dot com
the way they said “what’s in my bag” but what they really meant was “what’s in my heart” 😭
the way jay looked at her while she held that letter... yeah. that wasn’t acting. that was a man in love
do i want a relationship like this? yes.
jay going from “I’m the favorite child” to “I sleep on the couch while the cats judge me” in 15 mins was so real
me watching this at 2am wrapped in a blanket, pretending I’m their third cat: 🐾😔
🔥 NICHOLAS FAN ACCOUNT APPEARS 🔥
@nicholas.yn'sonlybaby (verified):
respectfully, I am the alpha of that household. jay can sit on the floor.
🐾 Replies Under the Main Comments:
not jay finding out he’s becoming a father of two DURING A VOGUE VIDEO 😭😭😭
↳ @nicholas.yn'sonlybaby:
correction: father of three. he just doesn’t know about Biscuit yet.
WHO IS BISCUIT⁉️ IS THIS A CAT CINEMATIC UNIVERSE???
me after “you’re legally attached” 👁️👄👁️ SOMEONE HELP HIM—
↳ @nicholas.yn'sonlybaby:
he signed the contract when he let me nap on his hoodie once.
this is legally binding in cat law. I checked.
Luna??? ANOTHER cat??? jay’s face went from “boyfriend” to “cat dad with regrets” in 2 seconds
💬 TOP CELEBRITY COMMENTS ON THE VIDEO
okay but WHY is my photocard still in her bag 😭 jay explain
↳ @jaypark (✔️): I’ve been asking the same question for 3 months.
↳ @y/n (✔️): it gives me luck okay bye 😌
Why is the cat's picture having more screen time than me 💀
↳ @nicholas.yn'sonlybaby(✔️): stay in your lane.
↳ @y/n (✔️): DON’T talk to your uncle like that
↳ @jaypark (✔️): bro I’m not even the main character anymore
@sunghoon.iceprince (✔️):
jay calling her out for stealing his stuff but carrying her scrunchie like a trophy??? simp behavior
↳ @jaypark (✔️): and I’d do it again
↳ @nicholas.yn'sonlybaby (✔️): pathetic
we just want to know when Nicholas and Luna are debuting
↳ @y/n (✔️): they’re too powerful for the industry rn
↳ @jaypark (✔️): I’m just the manager. they don’t listen to me.
"CEO who wants to kiss you in his office" HELLO???? on VOGUE????
↳ @jaypark (✔️): what can I say, she knows the vision
↳ @y/n (✔️): I speak my truth 🫶
↳ @jake.sim (✔️): still can’t believe she said that out loud 😭
we need a “what’s in jay’s emotional bag” because that man is in shambles
↳ @jaypark (✔️): Won, you get me man!??
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