đ€Ł.đ„§.đĄŒ.â ââ love triangle. angst. smau.
â lee heeseung x female reader x park sunghoon â
synopsis á time and time again, heeseung has used you as an outlet to complain about the thousands of times women have done him dirty. but at this point in time, youâre fed up of hearing the same story over and over again. and somehow⊠you being friends with sunghoon is something he also problem has a problem with?
â Youâre just a first year nursing student attending NYU, faced with the impending deadline of finding a roommate, you take up a strangers offer, not knowing just the whirlwind of events and trouble youâve admitted yourself into. Not only are you going to be juggling your studies and navigating through your new profound life, but youâll also be tasked to become the babysitter of the cityâs greatest hero. Because who knew, your unsuspecting Roommate Keonho, likes to play dress up as Spiderman as well?
warnings: inappropriate language, curse words, crack jokes, Keonho is secretly Spiderman, teasing, bad decisions, anxiety, mentions of injuries/bruises/cute, combat, violence mention, university au, based in New York/ NYU, nursing module
Synopsis: The kids are never scolded by Jake, but when their behaviour affects you he doesnât come to play.
Requested by anon. I was really struggling to imagine how Jake would react to âshut up, mom!â I just canât see him as a scolding father, he just seems way too soft. He would be all smiley and always trying the way-too-gentle route whenever his children misbehaved. Which would result in his children NOT taking him serious whatsoever, and his scolding would never work on them. Thatâs unless his wife is involved. Then I had an idea⊠and then a reaction turned into a whole fic.
A loud thud followed by a shrill cry, finalizing the chaos that had been going on for hours, no, the whole day. You gasped, quickly pushing yourself up from the chairâits legs screeched on the kitchen tiles from the abruptness. Well, as quickly as you could with your 8 month old pregnant belly.
Jake put a gentle hand on your shoulder, "I've got this."
"But-" He didn't let you finish as he swang the dishtowel he was using on his shoulder and pushed you gently down with both of his warm, assuring hands. "Stay put," he ordered, before he pressed a kiss on your forehead and marched his way to the living room.
"Okey, my little gremlins!"
You sighed, already knowing where this was leading to.
"Okey, okey." Jake's soft voice mixed with the obnoxious loud screams of your sons. "Everybody, calm down." He knelt down in front of them, holding his hands up, trying to calm the tension.
Your five year old, Hyeyun, began to scream loudly, hot tears forming in his eyes due to frustration. Then he hit his brother with the Superman toy they were fighting over. Jakeâs eyes widened, alarming.
"Hey, buddy." He reached out for Hyeyunâs arm. "Don't hit your brother, yeah?" His voice was too soft, too loving to actually make him stop. And his hand was not forceful enough.
Your (for now) youngest screamed at the attack and launched at the elder in aggression.
âAghhh!!!â
Fists, nails, teeth, really anything, were used. "Doyun, buddy." Jake's gentle hands tried to pull him away.
But yet again, he was being too soft and too gentle to seperate them.
"We don't use violence," he tried again, hands going between the two boys, but they were ultimately also bitten and scratched.
"BOTH STOP BEFORE I LOSE MY GODDAMN MIND!"
Everybodyâincluding Jakeâflinched at that. You yanked the toy forcefully away, the boys sure as hell held onto it with all of their strength. You already felt the energy draining out of your body. You definitely weren't supposed to be doing all of this at your vulnerable state.
Yet somehow, even though you used your most frightening voice, they managed to scream and fight again.
Doyunâs fist flew right in his hyungâs face.
Maybe it happened because of the ongoing chaos during the whole day. Maybe because you were so exhausted, and the boys felt that their mommy wasnât giving them the attention like she used to. Or maybe because their dad never really scolded them and, thus, gave them unwillingly a green light to be troublemakers.
âDoyun! Stop right now!â
Your eyes stung, frustration bubbled in your chest.
You loved Jake. You really did. He was the best husband and father you could've ever imagined. But you just wished he would get mad once. Just once be the frightening father.
He was always way too soft with your boys. Naturally, it became your job to be the scolding parent.
And now that they were getting older, you began to realize how they started to favour their dad over you. I mean, of course, children would prefer the always smiley, happy parent, who could never say no to their round eyes and pouty faces, melting his heart with a âdaddy, pwease.â
It was natural that they would like the parent more who let them eat ice-cream before dinner, who let them stay up late at night, or let them put their vegetables on his own plate.
Rather than the parent who made the rules and boundaries clear, who took away the ice cream before they could dig in, who made them wear three layers of clothes even though they were 'tough guys and could handle the cold', who furrowed her eyebrows at them most of the time â more than she intended to.
People on the outside, like your parents, loved your parenting dynamic. A bad and a good cop. One parent the children respected â who would shape them into disciplined, mannered young men. And the other parent who they could play with freely; who would fill their childhood with happiness and laughter.
The perfect balance.
But to you, sometimes, there was no real balance. It felt as if, when it came to the boys being rowdy and disobedient, you were the only one who was really parenting. And you knew he would be devastated if you told him exactly that, so you never worded it like that.
Don't get it wrong, Jake was not an absent parent, he just didn't know how to be strict.
You tried to tell him, especially now that you were pregnant, that you didn't have the energy to scold them and that he needed to be the one who told them no whenever it was appropriate.
Of course Jake, ever the attentive and loving husband, listened and nodded. He kissed the back of your hand and told you not to worry, that he got your back and that you were a team. Which is why he made his way out of the kitchen to handle the fight. Or any fights after you had your talk.
Until now, he wasn't really successful, and you always had to step inâdespite his efforts.
Jake watched your lips tremble, a hand on your hip as your throat bobbed to swallow down the lump forming there.
"No more toy! No more screaming and crying-! No more talkin at all! And no more TV for one week!" You inhaled sharply, trying to stop yourself from bursting into tears.
The boys stopped for a moment. Jake watched you with big, sorry eyes.
âNOO!!â Here came the loud protest.
For a second, your vision blurred. The noise was too much. Your head began to spin. The feeling of dread spread through your veins.
You turned around, a hand holding your face, as the other, who held Superman, came to your round belly instinctively. Jake stood up immediately, concern taking over him.
"Jake, give them some toast for dinner and bring them to bed."
"NO! I DON'T WANT TOAST! I'M NOT GOING TO BED!" Hyeyun screamed, hot tears flowing down his face as he stomped his foot.
The younger one copied his behaviour, equally angry. âNO SWEEP!! NO!!â
"Do not!â Your head snapped back, a crease formed between your eyebrows, âdo not talk back! Both of you!â
The overstimulation started to become too much.
âSHUT UP! I HATE YOU!â Hyeyun screamed.
Jake's eyes widened in shock, his mouth agape in disbelief.
Your heart cracked open.
Thatâs when you couldn't hold it in anymore. Your hands cupped your face, letting the toy fall on the ground as you just sobbed loudly.
How could this happen? Weren't you doing enough?
What am I doing wrong?
You were so tired.
Jake quickly went to you, "baby..." he pulled you in his arms. Your head nestled in his neck as your body continued to shake from the sobs. "Baby, shh... it's okey, it's okey," he stroke your hair to calm you down.
His intial shock turned into worry as he registered how badly you were shaking and sobbing. He tightened his hold around you and turned to look at his sons with a deep frown. Who had gone mute all of the sudden.
"Don't you ever talk to your mother like that again!" His eyes darkened.
"You two have been fighting and screaming the whole day! Don't you know your mom's pregnant?! You are stressing her so much, it's really dangerous for her health! You are not only putting her in danger but also your little sister! We have told you that a million times before, but you never seem to listen nor to care!"
The boys looked at him with round, shaky eyes. They have never seen their dad angry. The crease between Jakeâs eyebrows deepened even more.
"Hyeyun." The boy flinched at his stern tone. "You will never talk to your mom like that ever again. No son of mine will ever be disrespectful towards my wife. You will never tell her again to shut up. Got it?"
Hyeyunâs lips wobbled in fear.
Your heart clenched painfully at the reminder of your sonâs words.
I hate you. Shut up.
A louder sob left your mouth.
Where did you go wrong? You only tried your best. And thatâs the result of all your hard work?
His attention immediately went back to his wife. "Hey... it's okey," he kissed your head, "it's okey. Deep breaths, honey. Take deep breaths." He rubbed his hand on your quivering back, your hiccups worrying him as the minutes went by.
Every sob, every tear drained more and more energy from you. Your head was spinning from the on going fights and screaming.
Then, suddenly, everything went dark.
âYn!â He called out as you slumped in his arms. His heart sank in his stomach.
âHey, hey, hey.â His arms tightened around, holding you impossibly closer. He tapped your cheek lightly with his open palm, âbaby, wake up.â His tone strained.
Your eyes lazily blinked open. Your glassy eyes looked at him, your vision fuzzy.
He carefully guided you to the couch, almost carrying you by the way his arms were wrapped around you. "Careful, baby.â You leaned against the backrest, closing your eyes, hoping the dizziness stopped.
"Drink some water." Your eyes fluttered open, only then did you spot your children watching the whole scene, the fear was evident in their faces. Instant worry took over you, your children shouldn't be seeing this. You tried to sit up but you felt too lightheaded.
"What are you doing? Lay back." Jakeâs voice was laced with worry and frustration. His comforting hand guided you to lay back. He brought the glass of water to your lips, "drink."
"Go to your room, boys," Jake ordered, he didnât turn around to look at them.
âBut-â Hyeyun started.
âNow.â His tone firm, there was no room for discussion. âDonât make me repeat myself.â
âIâm really disappointed in you guys today.â He spoke as he entered the kidsâ bedroom. Jakeâs eyes werenât sparkling like they usually did around his children. The boys understood right away that their dad was angry at them.
Doyun began to wail. Through a heavy sigh, Jake knelt down and pulled him in his arms. In response, his tiny arms immediately wrapped around his neck.
Later that night, you were lying in your bed in your husband's arms. You were feeling a lot better now.
After he had talked with the boys, he changed them into their pyjamas, fed them, brushed their teeth and hair. Then he had done the same to you, and you didn't bother to protest, all of your energy was flushed away anyways.
"Were they really okey?" You muffled against his shirt for the 50th time, your eyes misty.
"Yes, honey," his lips brushed your forehead, resting them there as he reassured you patiently for the 50th time. He didn't bother to tell you that Hyeyun didn't say a single word whilst Doyun was crying the whole time, calling for his mama. He knew you had heard it anyways, so why sadden your heart even more than it already was?
"And they fell asleep?"
"Yes, my love, I checked earlier."
"Are you sure they ate enough before going to bed? You gave them more than just toast, right? I didn't mean that-"
He hummed sleepily against your forehead, "they had a feast, baby."
You let out a shaky breath against his neck, "it feels so wrong to go to bed without kissing them good night."
Silence echoed through the house. Your ears were alert to any noises coming from your sons' bedroom, but there weren't any.
"It's okey, we will talk with them tomorrow, alright?" He kissed your eyebrow, closing his eyes as the exhaustion of the day was catching up on him.
You on the other hand couldn't fall asleep. You hated going to bed with unresolved conflicts, be it with your husband or parents, above all with the most precious lights of your life. So you waited for your husbandâs breath to even out and his chest under your head to follow the usual, soft rhythm, before you would stand up and tiptoe to your sons' room. He would never allow you to get up from the bed after you fainted today.
You slowly removed yourself from your husband, pushing the blanket away in the quietest motion possible.
Just as you were about to sit up, a hand wrapped around your swollen belly, stopping you. âWhere are you going?â
You gasped softly. âI thought you were sleeping-â
âYn. Youâre not getting out of this bed.â
âBut-â
âNo buts.â He laid you back in his arms, one hand holding protectively your pregnant belly.
âBut I just wanna check on the boys-â
âYn, no.â His voice strained from frustration.
He was not frustrated at you. He was disappointed in himself. And he didnât understand why you couldnât understand him right now. That he didnât want to risk you getting hurt again. The guilt was eating him alive. It was his fault that you fainted. He shouldâve taken care of you better.
âBut why-â
âCanât you just stop??â
You stiffened in his hold. He closed his eyes briefly, frustrated at himself for taking it out on you. Your hand was about to push his away from your belly, wanting to distance yourself. But before you could do it, he tightened his arms even more around you.
âIâm sorry,â he rasped. âBabyâŠâ he tucked your face in the crook of his neck, pressing a kiss on your temple. âIâm sorry.â He repeated. Your hand curled in his shirt.
When you didnât respond, he tried again. âIâm sorry, okey?â He felt your head nodding against his neck. âI just donât want to risk you getting hurt again, okey? Weâre all tired, and the kids are already sleeping, baby. We will talk with them tomorrow. After you rested properly.â
You let out a small, hoarse âokey.â
He pressed a lingering and soothing kiss on your forehead. âI love you, my love.â
âI love you too.â
Tomorrow, you thought as you closed your eyes, your husbandâs kiss on your forehead lulling you to sleep.
"Mommy?"
You and Jake jerked in each others embrace, the sudden voice in your bedroom startled you. "Fu- Doyun! You scared me." Jake clutched his chest dramatically.
You sat up quickly, worry taking over as you saw the silhouette of your son standing there at the door. âWhat's wrong, baby?" You opened your arms, âcome here.â Doyun climbed on the bed and nestled himself between his parents, right in your arms. Jake turned on the bedside lamp, that's when you spotted Hyeyun standing in the hallway, near the door. His eyes were filled with tears, lips trembled in a pout.
"Hyeyun, baby... what are you doing there?" You stretched out your arm for him. He hesitated for a second. Then he gave in and broke down completely. "Mommy!" He rushed to you. Jake quickly put a hand on your swollen belly, protecting it from any impact.
"MOMMY!" Both boys wailed in your arms.
You chuckled softly, kissing both of their foreheads.
"I'm- I'm sorry," Hyeyun hiccuped.
"Sowwy!" Doyun sobbed.
"It's okey, my boys. I forgive you, hm?"
Doyun was about to climb on your lap when Jake pulled him back on the bed, "Doyun, be careful of your sister." The little one shot him a stubborn glare before whipping his head to you. His big eyes looked at you, pleading, "mommy?". You chuckled softly, "let's lay down together, okey?"
With that both of your boys snuggled against your sides.
Hyeyun wrapped his arms around your neck, "I'm sorry for the b-bad thing I said. I- I promise I won't ever say it again."
"I forgive you, my love." You kissed his cheek. "Mommy is not mad, okey?"
âI- I promise from now on, I- I will take care of my little sister! I will be the best big brother an- and protect her and help you with her!â
You chuckled softly, your heart swelling in awe.
âMe too!â Doyun added.
You caressed Hyeyunâs hair gently, âwhere did you learn this from?â
âDaddy!â
âYeah? Is this what daddy had told you to do?â He nodded earnestly. Your eyes crinkled with amusement, âdid daddy scold you, boys?â
Doyun gasped dramatically, âhe scowlded us soooooooo much!!! He was so angwy!!!â
You faced your husband with a smirk, âdaddy showed you a new side of himself, hm?â Jakeâs eyes sparkled proudly, suppressing a smile.
âHe was really really angry and told us that we have to be more re-repondle?â
âResponsible.â You helped.
âAnd he said we have to be good brothers.â
â-and good sons!-â Doyun added.
âAnd he said we have to take care of our baby sister in your belly and cuddle your belly and-â he snuggled against your round belly, his voice lowering to a hushed tone now, âand talk quietly so the baby isnât scared.â
âDada said weâre rweal men if we take cware of mommy.â Doyun whispered enthusiastically.
âDid dada really say all of this?â You gazed at Jake. He shrugged his shoulder with a smug expression, clearly feeling himself.
âYes!â
âThen I have to give dada a reward for this, donât I?â
You leaned in to give Jake a kiss, the boys were too busy cuddling your belly to notice the love eyes their parents were exchanging.
If Jake had known that this would be your reaction to him disciplining your sons, then he wouldâve been the scolding parent all along.
with high school coming to an end, managing your responsibilities as class secretary of 3-5 and keeping your grades up is already a challenge in itselfâmade worse by park sunghoon, your classmate of three years and your seatmate, who treats your inbox like his personal help desk.
pairing! classmate!sunghoon x class secretary!reader
genre! social media au (smau), high-school au, friends to lovers, classmates to lovers, fluff, crack
warnings! female reader, cursing, sunghoon depicted as a little illiterate part 2, kys jokes, sunghoon is such an annoying little shit im sos sorry, suggestive comments, jealousy
with high school coming to an end, managing your responsibilities as class secretary of 3-5 and keeping your grades up is already a challenge in itselfâmade worse by park sunghoon, your classmate of three years and your seatmate, who treats your inbox like his personal help desk.
pairing! classmate!sunghoon x class secretary!reader
genre! social media au (smau), high-school au, friends to lovers, classmates to lovers, crack, fluff
warnings! female reader, cursing, suggestive at times, sunghoon lowkey showing signs of illiteracy, jokes about killing
notes! my texts with an old classmate resurfaced and my GOD i was used bro like he genuinely asked me about every single thing. all of the texts used here were actual things he asked me, just slightly tweaked. also I am quite concerned with the fact that the only time guys used to talk to me was to ask for homework guidance or basically just academic related things... am I chopped fr đ„đ„đ„ also i lowkey miss that era of enhablr when all smaus were related to high school, like that was my shit. I live teenage romance so bad đ myb cuz I've never went through one
synposis:- A movie review. A ragebait tweet. One man folding instantly. Sometimes all you need is just two people arguing online a little too passionately.
đżcontent: profanity, fluff, reader and hoon switch up very quickly (I couldn't add more than 30 slides ): ) also huge slide count, 22 slides! (I'm sorry yall..)
sorennotes:- ignore me reposting my works actually( â âżâ ) for my silly little girl @teacuplps
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warning: prince!taehyun x gn civillian!reader, modern royalty au, some angst, some fluff, th calls reader beautiful once, calls them my love a lot, âwould you still love me if i were a worm?â
choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. you... not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can't get you to date him in a month. unfortunately for you, you're a hopeless romantic.
Jake feels anything but normal living next door to the girl who recently moved in. In fact, his problems go far beyond an allergic reaction to garlic and a deep rooted hatred of sunlight.
vamp!neighbor Jake who feels the overwhelming urge to rip the landlordâs neck out when he finds out the supposedly empty room next to his was secretly sold, despite him repeatedly insisting he doesnât want any neighbors.
vamp!neighbor Jake who keeps finding random birds pooping on his windowsill, only to discover theyâve all migrated to the balcony next door where his new neighbor is happily attracting them with an entire buffet of grains.
vamp!neighbor Jake who stands frozen behind his door when you knock to introduce yourself, holding warm homemade cookies and smiling like you don't know you're seconds away from short circuiting an immortal being.
vamp!neighbor Jake who rehearsed a calm, normal greeting all week, only to greet you with, âI donât bite,â and then immediately wish the earth would swallow him whole.
vamp!neighbor Jake who nearly loses his mind when you decide to hang wind chimes outside looking like an absoluteangel, because now every tiny breeze sounds like an ominous warning bell announcing his eternal doom.
vamp!neighbor Jake who glares at the thin apartment walls because now he can hear everything â your music, your laughter, your heartbeat, and itâs driving him insane for all the wrong reasons.
vamp!neighbor Jake who carefully schedules his grocery runs in the evening to avoid sunlight, only to bump into you in the lobby because your stupid date decided to ditch you in the worst way possible, and he pretends he doesnât care while memorizing the guyâs scent for⊠reasons.
vamp!neighbor Jake who insists heâs ânot really a dessert personâ just to avoid revealing his fangs as you insisted sharing the ice cream which he gave you after noticing your teary eyes.
vamp!neighbor Jake who has to physically grip the kitchen counter when you laugh too close to him, because your heartbeat spikes and he is trying very hard to be a gentleman.
vamp!neighbor Jake who stares at his ceiling at 4AM because he can hear you pacing next door, and instead of being annoyed, heâs worried youâre sad.
vamp!neighbor Jake who absolutely hates sunlight but finds himself standing near the window longer than he should just to watch you water your plants in the morning.
vamp!neighbor Jake who tells himself heâll keep his distance for your safety⊠but somehow always ends up standing a little too close in the elevator, painfully aware of every breath you take.
vamp!neighbor Jake who wordlessly hands you his hoodie when youâre shivering outside, acting mildly annoyed about it, but secretly panicking because now you smell like him.
vamp!neighbor Jake who keeps his voice low and distant whenever you talk, afraid that if he softens even a little, youâll hear how fast his undead heart starts beating.
vamp!neighbor Jake who acts irritated when you text him first, replying with short, dry messages⊠then rereads the conversation fifteen times afterward.
vamp!neighbor Jake who pretends not to notice when you rest your head on his shoulder in the elevator but doesnât move a single inch until you wake up.
vamp!neighbor Jake who keeps telling himself you deserve someone warm, someone human, someone normal yet still finds himself standing outside your door some nights, just to make sure your heartbeat sounds steady.
vamp!neighbor Jake who is cold, composed, distant until you smile at him directly, and for half a second, the centuries old restraint in his eyes completely melts.
vamp!neighbor Jake who gently wipes a tear off your cheek with his thumb after you get heartbroken fifth time in a month, movements painfully careful, voice low and steady when he says, âDonât cry over someone who couldnât see you properly.â
vamp!neighbor Jake who turns away quickly after that, because if he looks at you any longer, the cold mask he wears so carefully might finally crack.
vamp!neighbor Jake who goes completely still the first time you fall asleep on his shoulder during a late-night movie, every muscle locked in place because if he moves even slightly, he might scare you away so he just sits there for hours, pretending immortality isnât the only reason he can manage it.
vamp!neighbor Jake who nearly loses that control the first time you get a paper cut in front of him, eyes flashing faintly before he abruptly turns away, voice strained as he mutters, âBe more careful.â
vamp!neighbor Jake who disappears into his apartment for the rest of the night after that, gripping the edge of his sink and reminding himself that you are not prey, you are not prey, you are not prey.
vamp!neighbor Jake who malfunctions the first time you say his name softly â âJake?â â like itâs something precious, because no one has said it like that in decades and he clears his throat and answers with a curt âWhat?â even though his ears are burning and his undead heart is trying to remember how to beat properly.
vamp!neighbor Jake who confesses in the quietest voice possible, âYou shouldnât trust me so easily,â because the scariest part isnât the bloodlust, itâs how badly he wants you.
vamp!neighbor Jake who almost kisses you by accident when you lean in to wipe bread crumbs off the corner of his mouth, both of you freezing inches apart, his eyes flickering darker before he pulls back abruptly, voice rough as he mutters, âDonât.â
vamp!neighbor Jake who spends the entire night replaying that almost kiss in his head, fingers hovering over his lips like he can still feel your breath there.
vamp!neighbor Jake who doesnât realize his fangs have descended slightly when you laugh too close, only noticing when your eyes drop to his mouth â and he immediately turns away, jaw clenched.
vamp!neighbor Jake who expects you to scream when you finally see them clearly in the dim hallway light, but instead you just whisper, âJakeâŠ?â and he looks more afraid than you do in that moment, taking a slow step back like heâs already preparing to disappear from your life.
vamp!neighbor Jake who admits it in the quietest, most strained voice possible, âIâm not⊠normal.â as if that isnât the understatement of the century.
vamp!neighbor Jake who finally kisses you only after you pull him down first, hesitant, restrained, like heâs terrified of breaking something.
vamp!neighbor Jake who flinches when you step closer instead of away, hands trembling slightly at his sides because he doesnât trust himself not to reach for you. Then he confesses, eyes fixed on the floor, âIf youâre scared, Iâll leave. I wonât come near you again.â
vamp!neighbor Jake who grips the fabric of your shirt instead of your skin, forcing every instinct under control while his entire world narrows down to the warmth of your lips.
vamp!neighbor Jake who pulls away first, breathing uneven even though he doesnât need air, forehead resting against yours as he whispers, âYou donât understand what youâre risking.â and melts completely when you answer, âThen teach me.â
vamp!boyfriend Jake who still stands a little stiffly when you hug him first, but melts a second later and wraps his arms around you like youâre the only warm thing in his entire immortal life.
vamp!boyfriend Jake who pretends he doesnât like cuddling because âyou overheat,â yet is always the one pulling you back against his chest when you try to move away.
vamp!boyfriend Jake who absolutely refuses to let you walk home alone at night, hands tucked in his coat pockets, acting casual while every shadow on the street is being silently evaluated.
vamp!boyfriend Jake who doesnât need sleep but stays in bed anyway just to watch you dream, gently brushing your hair away from your face with the softest expression he never shows anyone else.
vamp!boyfriend Jake who texts you dry, short messages like âEat.â and âSleep.â but then sends a second one five minutes later âText me when you do.â
vamp!boyfriend Jake who kisses your forehead more than your lips, like heâs still afraid of taking too much.
vamp!boyfriend Jake who gets shy when you call him âmy boyfriend,â ears turning faintly red while he clears his throat and mutters, âDonât say it like that.â
vamp!boyfriend Jake who instinctively shields you from the sun with his body even though heâs the one whoâs supposed to hate it.
vamp!boyfriend Jake who freezes the first time you say âI love you,â staring at you like the words are something sacred â before replying quietly, seriously, âSay it again.â
vamp!boyfriend Jake who doesnât need a heartbeat to survive, but swears yours is the only rhythm that makes him feel alive.
RICH MANâS WORLD â đđđđŸđ, đđđđŸđ, đđđđŸđ !
đČ a rich man pursuing you
âȘ đ đŹđźđ±đ€ đŹđŸđź â« ïœĄ ceo ! jay x fem ! rea ⶠfluff getting together âââââđ°đźđđđ¶đŒđ». mention of kissing skinship, suggestive joke
I LOVE YOU. where jay loves you more than anything (mini smau)
or in which y/n experiences heartbreak like no other after a healthy relationship with sunghoonâyet after everything and despite being sunghoon's closest friendâjay is there to mend y/n's broken heart by being her shoulder to lean on.
pairing! bff!jay x female!reader x ex!sunghoon
genre! fluff, angst, friends to lovers (?), social media au
warnings! angst (pls don't be mad), crusing, open ending (?maybe?), mentions of getting drunk, sunghoon lowk an asshole, jay loves y/n it's actually kinda crazy??, mentions of a nightmare, mentions of ghosts, mentions of a rebound (no one's a rebound trust)
notes! sorry this took so long hehehhe I was just plotting on how to end this đ«Ł enjoy and pls don't get mad at me
SYNOPSIS: as the only female soloist under belift lab you get paired for a collaboration stage with your trainee daysâ best friendâenhypenâs leader yang jungwon. your once close friendship brutally ended after misunderstandings and unspoken truths. now, will being forced to work together help you and jungwon rebuild your connection? or will your complicated past and the pressure of the industry break you apart forever?
SYNOPSIS: as the only female soloist under belift lab you get paired for a collaboration stage with your trainee daysâ best friendâenhypenâs leader yang jungwon. your once close friendship brutally ended after misunderstandings and unspoken truths. now, will being forced to work together help you and jungwon rebuild your connection? or will your complicated past and the pressure of the industry break you apart forever?
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chapter 20: forgive and forget
tw: breakdown , mention of mental struggles â wc: 1.5k
a/n: war is over i guess????
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Youâre lying on your bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling as your thoughts roam endlessly. No matter how hard you try, you canât stop thinking about Jungwonâhow he held you that night, the desperation and vulnerability in his voice, the frustration in his texts, the hopelessness and hurt in his eyes during that livestream.
Almost as if the universe is reading your mind, your phone suddenly buzzes on your nightstand, making you furrow your brows. Itâs two in the morningâwho could possibly need you?
When the bright screen meets your tired eyes, you squint before making out the callerâs name. And when you do, your stomach twists uncomfortably.
Itâs Sunghoon.
That alone is enough to tell you something is wrong, and you donât think twice before answering.
âHello?â
In the background you hear hushed voices and hurried footsteps. Then, Sunghoonâs voice comes through the speakerâloud, clear, and urgent.
âY/N, Iâm sorry. I⊠I didnât know who else to call.â
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask, your tone laced with worry.
Sunghoon exhales sharply. âHe locked himself in his room. He wonât talk to us, wonât let us in. He just keepsââ he pauses, hesitant. âHe keeps saying your name.â
Your breath hitches.
He continues, voice strained. âI think it has to do with you⊠and everything thatâs happened recently. We think youâre the only one heâll listen to. Please, can you come?â
Heâs pleading now.
Your heart aches. You are the cause of his current pain. And yet, you are the only person he wants.
âOf course,â you murmur. âIâll be there in ten.â
As soon as you reach their building, you spot Sunghoon waiting for you at the entrance.
âWe donât even know what happened,â he says, running a nervous hand through his already messy hair. âWe were all having dinner, and suddenly, he just⊠started shaking. We tried to reach out, but it was like he couldnât even hear us. Then he got up and locked himself in his room. Weâve tried everything, but the only thing he keeps saying is your nameâlike a plea.â
Stepping into the dorm, you immediately notice the members gathered in the living roomâwaiting, hoping. Nobody speaks, but their distressed expressions are enough to tell how worried they are.
You donât hesitate and head straight for Jungwonâs door, knocking softly.
But he doesnât answer.
âJungwon?â you call gently, but to no avail.
You glance back at the others, but they look just as lost.
âJungwon, itâs me,â you try again, a little firmer this time.
And thatâs when you hear him, barely above a whisper.
âY/N?â
âYeah,â you murmur. âCan you unlock the door for me, please?â
Thereâs a shaky breath, soft rustling, then a quiet click. The door creaks open just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his face. Jungwon looks awfulâhis hair is a mess, his eyes red and puffy.
One moment, you just stare at each other. The next, his hands fist into the fabric of your hoodie as he buries his face in your shoulder. You freeze, but then his body gets shaken by violent sobs. Hesitantly, you wrap your arms around his fragile frame and pull him closer.
âYou came,â he whispers shakily, like he doesnât fully believe youâre real.
âI didâŠâ you murmur.
Jungwonâs grip tightens. âI donât know whatâs wrong with meâŠâ His voice cracks, and you pull back just enough to meet his gaze. âBut⊠I donât think I can do this without you.â
Your heart skips a beat.
âI swear I tried to let you go, but I donât know how to be okay without you.â
His words knock the air from your lungs. Because thatâs exactly how you felt four years ago.
âPlease⊠say something,â he begs, voice raw.
You exhale, but no words come out. Instead, you pull him back into your arms. Jungwon tenses for a moment before sighing out of relief, finally relaxing. He holds you like heâs afraid you could disappear at any moment.
âPlease donât leave me,â he whispers against your shoulder. âI really canât take it.â
âI wonât,â you murmur without hesitation.
He pulls back slightly, searching your face for sincerity. âPromise?â
Your heart clenches. He looks so small, so fragile.
âPromise.â
You stand there for what feels like hours before leading him further into his room. The two of you sit next to each other, shoulders lightly touching, eyes fixed on the floor.
âI thought you hated me,â he confesses.
You donât hesitate. âI donât.â
Then you take a deep breath as guilty presses down on your chest. âIâm sorry.â
Jungwon blinks, as if needing to double-check he heard you correctly. âSorry for what?â
You swallow. âFor leaving before hearing you outâactually, for never giving you a chance to explain yourself. And for unintentionally leading you on.â
His eyes meet yours, surprise flickering across his face. âLeading me on?â
You hesitate, but thereâs no point in lying. âYou were right. One moment, I acted like I hated you, and the next, like I actually cared,â you exhale, feeling some of the weight lift off your chest.
But you know thatâs not enough.
âThe truth is⊠I got scaredâof getting too close, of getting hurt again. So I left first this time.â
Jungwon swallows. âI would never hurt you.â
âBut you did once,â you mutter.
His head lowers. âI know.â
âIâm sorry,â he says after a few seconds. âFor everything.â
Then, he lifts his gaze and gently cups your cheek.
âI left because I was scared, too.â
Here it isâthe truth youâve dreaded for so long.
âI was sixteen, about to debut as the leader of the group. And then there was youâŠâ He takes a shaky breath. âI felt overwhelmedâthe practices, the responisbilities, the warningsâŠâ
Your brows furrow. âWarnings?â
âAbout dating scandals. In other words, they asked me to cut ties with you. I thought I was doing the right thingâI thought I was protecting all of us. Me, the group, but especially youââ
âEspecially me? Jungwon, I needed youââ
âYou were a trainee, Y/N. You were risking a lot, too.â
Suddenly, everything starts to fall into place.
âThen why didnât you explain? Why did you say that phrase?â
âI canât be associated with a trainee anymore.â
You donât even realize youâre crying until Jungwonâs warm hand gently wipes your tears away.
âThat phrase came out completely wrong. I didnât know how to talk to you, and that was the first thing that came to mind. The moment I saw the hurt in your eyes, I knew I had fucked up. And I know I could have taken it backâI should haveâbut then I thought⊠if I made you hate me, maybe youâd forget me sooner.â
You scoff, shaking your head. âJungwon, thatâs probably the dumbest idea you could have come up with.â Thereâs no real bite in your words though. âDo you realize you made me feel like I meant nothing? Like I was just some trainee who wasnât worth of your time anymore?â
âI know,â he signs, rubbbing the back of his neck in pure embarrassment. âAnd there hasnât been a single day I havenât regretted it.â
Silence settles between the two of you as you try to take everything in.
âI know I donât deserve anything from you, let alone your forgiveness,â he continues after a while. âNot after everything Iâve put you through.â His fingers hesitantly intertwine with yours. âBut Iâm ready to prove you can trust me again. If youâll let meââ
âI forgive you.â
Your mouth moves faster than your brain. But when you realize what youâve said, you donât take it back.
Because seeing him in such a vulnerable and almost hopeless state makes you realize you canât lose him again either.
Jungwon gapes at you, eyes wide, scanning your face like heâs waiting for a sign that youâre lying. But all he finds is honesty.
âY-youâre kidding,â he stammers, unable to believe it.
So you cup his face, forcing him to look into your eyes. âI never stopped caring about you. And Iâm tired of pretending I donât. But most importantly⊠I canât lose you. I wouldnât survive it a second time.â
His breath catches. His mouth opens, then closes, but no words come out.
âSwear it,â he whispers, resting his forehead against yours.
You close your eyes and exhale deeply. âI swear.â
After that, no more words are needed.
As you lay in his bed, limbs tangled together, a warmth settles in your chest. You finally feel completely at ease. And by the way Jungwon is holding you, you know he feels the same.
One of his hands slides from your waist, grasping yours, and guiding it to his cheek. His skin is warm against your palm, and he sighs in contentment.
âThis is niceâŠâ he mumbles, already drifting off to sleep.
You stroke his cheek gently, watching the way he melts into your touch. You canât help but press a soft kiss on his foreheadâsealing an unspoken promise.
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