when babysitting jaehyun’s daughter- jina, brings you closer to her and jaehyun
→ i’m yours ☀︎
single dad!jaehyun, 2.3k wc
halloween drabble set in the be mine au
[6:45 PM] ☀︎
[10:23 PM] ☀︎
[2:14 PM] ☀︎
[11:40 PM] ☀︎
[9:15 PM] ☀︎
[3:15 AM] ☀︎
mark
→ day dream ☀︎
90s au, brother’s best friend au, 8.2k wc
when you and mark lee both come home from college for the summer
playlist
→ watermelon sugar ☆☀︎
enemies to lovers, road trip au, 11.4k wc
when everyone knows you and mark don’t get along and a three day road trip is the absolutely last thing you think could ever change that
[11:34 PM] ☀︎
[10:21 PM] ☀︎
[10:01 PM] ☀︎
[7:47 PM] ☀︎
NCT DREAM
vacation with nct dream
renjun
[11:17 PM] ☀︎
[6:56 PM] ☀︎
jeno
→ nothing in return ☂︎☀︎
boxer au, 12k wc
when no matter how familiar boxing is to you, you’ll never get used to jeno’s bruised skin, the dirty bandages, and the consequences that come with the ring
→ wake up ☀︎
established relationship au, 1.1k wc
when you wake up with and to jeno
[8:48 AM] ☀︎
[11:18 PM] ☀︎
donghyuck
→ ice ice baby ☆☀︎
hockey au, enemies to lovers, 12.1k wc
when you never really gave hockey, donghyuck lee, or the spectacle he and others made out of himself and his talent, much thought- until you need a job.
[12:23 AM] ☀︎
[4:26 AM] ☀︎
jaemin
→ wish granted ☆☀︎
guardian angel/wish granter au, 4.9k wc
when maybe it’s not just a coincidence that na jaemin seemed to come into your life at just the right time
a/n: happy birthday jaehyun! and happy valentine’s day everyone!!!! much love :D
You walk into the break room, noticing your coworker- Jaehyun, hunched over on his phone, lips pursed. When he notices your presence, he smiles slightly, “hey,” he mumbles, before looking back down at his phone.
You and Jaehyun have always been friends- as the youngest people in your department, you automatically clicked and stuck together. Jaehyun has always been kind to you, he was nice to everyone. The other women in your office would often remind you of how lucky you were because of your friendship- but you were just friends, nothing more. In the almost 2 years you had known him, Jaehyun had never brought up dating or talk of a romantic life. Jaehyun’s daughter- Jina, took up most of his time and he loved it- but it also meant he barely had any time to actually pursue relationships outside of work.
“You good?” You ask, sitting down on the sofa across from him.
“Yeah, yeah,” he smiles. “I’m just trying to find a babysitter last minute for tonight.”
You listen while you bite into your apple. He hesitates before asking, “You wouldn’t happen to know of one would you?”
You shrug, “No, I don’t think so sorry.”
“I figured,” Jaehyun laughs, “considering you don’t have kids or anything.”
There’s a lingering silence and you almost feel bad. By the distressed look on his face when you walked in, it seemed pretty urgent. “Yeah,” you start, “I mean, well- I could watch Jina if you need me too.”
Jina is 4- almost 5, and looks a lot like her father. You could immediately recognize her as Jaehyun’s, with one dimple like his, a similar eye shape, and a toothy smile- she looked practically identical. She was shy and well mannered, often tucking herself into her father’s pant leg when meeting new people.
i privated my long form fics because i don't feel great about the quality of writing and i haven't kept up with nct for a while. i don't know when/if i will make them public again
Hi baby! I was just wanted to drop by and say hi!! I also have a question--am i am to read you ice ice baby story? every time i press continue reading it says link not found --i wasn't sure if you took the story down but i was hoping to reread it bc i it's one of my fav haechan stories!! 🫶🏼
hi! i'm happy you like ice ice baby... i actually privated all of my long fics bc i'm at a stand still with this blog and am not totally happy with my writing on here. but i don't rlly want to delete cozyjae entirely :') so i might unprivate them in the future but i'm not sure... i'm sorry <3
info: 90s!au, mark lee x reader, brothers best friend au, [playlist]
wc: 8.2k
warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing
June 1999
Summer meant finally being home again, it meant being back home with your older brother like you were kids again, walking along the hot sidewalk in flimsy flip flops, driving around in the passenger’s seat of Johnny’s old Ford Taurus that’s pushing 150,000 miles, music turned up to full volume, and visiting the record store he worked at for your special sibling discount.
Summer reminded you of the artificial flavored taste of the ice cream you always bought, red-tinted sunglasses, and late nights when the time changed and the sun was hesitant to set- like it was resisting the subdued transition to night, wanting to stay eternally bright, forever illuminating the activities of the slow, lazy summer day.
Johnny finishes his classes and finals earlier than you, arriving home two weeks before you do and calling from your house phone to brag about being the first one to experience your mother’s cooking again and the refreshing feeling of the chilled, chlorine filled water of your backyard pool.
When you finally arrive home, your brother is the first one to greet you. Johnny looks the same, except his hair is dyed a lighter caramel colored brown- rather than the black color he had when you last saw him in the winter, and it’s longer now, framing his face as he grins at you excitedly. A long white t-shirt hangs off his tall frame loosely, paired with old khakis and black, beat up vans as he embraces you warmly.
“You’re home,” he says, easily enveloping you. “So are you,” you laugh into his shoulder, realizing then how much you’ve missed your brother and the company of your family while you’ve been away at school. You break away, suddenly noticing the figure standing behind your brother. “Oh hey,” you smile at the familiar face peeking over Johnny’s shoulder.
info: donghyuck x reader, hockey player!donghyuck, manager!reader, college au, enemies to lovers (gender neutral reader)
wc: 12.1k
warnings: cursing, suggestive content (some hate making out), there’s an injury described but it’s not serious and it’s not graphic
(a/n: this took me way longer than i had anticipated due to writers block but i hope everyone enjoys it! also i am a very casual fan of hockey and i tried to do research on hockey especially ncaa hockey to make this realistic but this fic takes a lot of liberties with specific hockey rules/practices)
Donghyuck Lee is the extremely well-known ace of your university’s hockey team. The proclaimed prodigy, who waltzes through life with a seemingly unmatched level of confidence and ease. Admittedly very attractive and apparently equally talented at hockey, it was no surprise that he was practically a celebrity on campus and given infuriatingly special treatment throughout the school.
Hockey is a big deal at your university, even though you’ve never gotten the hype or attended a game, you still knew of many of the players and the typical rumors and whispers that surrounded them- all of which almost always included Donghyuck.
Donghyuck has a bit of a reputation that you had always looked upon with slight annoyance and then continued to totally ignore. You just assumed he was the typical jock with an over-inflated ego, whose every move was unjustifiably swooned over and praised.
You never really gave hockey, Donghyuck Lee, or the spectacle he and others made out of himself and his talent, much thought- until you need a job.
OHHHHH THIS WAS SO FAWKING CUTE i am in love with this fic there r genuinely no other words to describe what this piece of art made me feel 🤲 i will kay em ess i want what they have NOOOO 💔 the writing was immaculate here it felt as if i was watching a movie omfg i was hooked from the minute i started reading aaaaaa!!!! also i love how natural the development between hyuck and y/n’s dynamic is. the flow of the story was amazing too :’) thank u sm for writing this op! i enjoyed it very very much 10000000000 billion trillion quadrillion out of ten 🥹🫶 cannot wait to get through the rest of ur masterlist yayyy
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info: just waking up with jeno, fluff, kissing (+ gender neutral reader)
wc: 1.1k
Jeno loves waking up with you.
Today, Jeno wakes up first, smiling to himself when he realizes your limbs are still entangled together, in the same position you fell asleep in last night, your arm snaked around his waist and legs draped over his.
Jeno picks his hand up from where it limply rests around your waist as his fingertips gingerly graze over your bare shoulder, the pads of his fingers pressing into your skin softly.
Usually a small touch like that wouldn’t wake you- but it was Jeno’s touch. Jeno’s touch is different and it always has your eyes fluttering open, the feather light taps flooding your body with so much warmth that it makes you eager to open your eyes and greet the man that you know awaits you.
Today is no different as you move your arm first, muscles stretching as you push up on his torso. Jeno watches you dazedly, watching the way your eyelashes meet your skin for a long blink before you look up at him with a simplistic stare of love.
warnings: descriptions and mentions of violence and blood, cursing, somewhat suggestive content?? (not rlly)
The boxing ring was not unfamiliar to you, rather it was too familiar. The faded and ripped fabric along the sides and suspect stained floor were drilled into your mind with such force that it feels like the boxing ring is the first and last place your mind will ever know. It was the beginning and the end and it mocked you silently, systematically destroying your life by simply existing.
The ring had a hold on you since you can remember. Your brother- Jaemin, got into boxing early on, following in the footsteps of your father. Your father was actually quite successful in the underground boxing scene when he was young but he quickly learned the harsh realities of the sport. The strain on your body, your mind, the constant training, and the lonely satisfaction of a win could easily become too much.
Your father was well known in the local community, he was a young and fresh face and completely under the adrenaline induced spell of the ring. Underground boxing could become very profitable from all the betting and gambling that ensued and your father always received a good cut.
But it wasn’t that simple, betting could always go wrong and it was easy to become indebted to the ring. Medical bills had to be paid and managers had to get a cut too. A few losses or a serious injury could easily ruin your career. The lifestyle was too fragile and unstable and your father was smart to get out while he still had some money left. He was able to leave peacefully and quickly, but you still grew up knowing the power the ring held, knowing how easy it was to slip into the grasp of boxing.
You thought your brother would know better than to follow your father’s career path, the same one your father begged Jaemin not to follow. But Jaemin never listened, not to you, your parents, or to anyone who told him he couldn’t do something. So when he turned 18, he marched right up to the City 127 boxing ring and told them who his father was and started training as soon as he could.
From that moment, you watched Jaemin fall into a lifestyle that you had to watch painfully, because you knew Jaemin’s safety was not guaranteed. You stood helplessly by Jaemin and scolded him constantly, even though you knew he would continue to ignore your blatant objection.
info: loosely based on the movie clueless (no ex step siblings lol), enemies to lovers!au
wc: 6.3k
warnings: a guy being an asshole (not jeno)
a/n: i’ve had this written before i even started this blog lol but i finally went back and edited it! also this is a little late but thank you for 400 followers <<3333
You are 7 years old when you decide you hate Lee Jeno. Specifically, at a charity gala where he shoved past you to tackle another boy, resulting in your glass of orange juice spilled all over your new white tulle dress.
Your parents have been friends and more importantly- business associates, with the Lee’s since you can remember; your father owning the investment company the Lee’s family business partnered with. You and Jeno have grown up together at corporate parties, joint summer vacations, and long boring brunches with forced small talk and repetitive classical music.
To you, Jeno would always be that kid that your parents pressured you to get along with, forcing awkward conversation and feigned friendship. But as time passed and you grew up, you began to see less and less of Jeno, which was completely fine by you.
You haven’t really talked to Jeno since you were 15- when at one of the Lee’s annual Christmas parties Jeno bluntly ditched you to play video games in his room. You accepted his non-confrontational gesture of saying “we’re not friends,” and since then spent the dinner parties avoiding Jeno’s gaze and conversation.
Jeno was like you: popular, wealthy, and always had attention wherever he was. He had similar friend circles to you, similarly going to extravagant parties, staying in luxurious vacation homes, and going on spontaneous shopping sprees. Your friends used to beg for you to introduce him to them, shocked you knew “The Lee Jeno”. You always rolled your eyes, “The Lee Jeno” was underwhelming, immature, and annoying.
Jeno was completely not in your life anymore. You- like thousands of other people, kept up with Jeno through his social media of blurry Snapchat stories and thrown together aesthetic Instagram posts. Which is why you don’t understand your father when he happily invites Jeno to intern with him as a financial advisor during Jeno’s month long break from college in between semesters.
Your father even encourages him to stay at your house, reasoning that he’s a college student and shouldn’t have to worry about finding his own housing for the few weeks he was interning- even though you’re both very aware Jeno could afford a luxurious hotel room or apartment. So you feel no sympathy for Jeno and are more annoyed than ever when you find out your return from school will coincide perfectly with Jeno’s arrival.
The more you think about it, the more you’re able to rationalize the idea, reminding yourself it’s not that big of a deal. Your house is big enough and you’re own life was busy enough to avoid his presence. But still, perhaps the more petty and bitter side of you was angry Jeno decided to waltz back into your life and your house.
info: roommate au, drunk confessions, jaehyun x reader
wc: 3.1k
warnings: alcohol consumption
A loud crash and a subsequent string of low giggles late at night draws you out of your room, cautiously approaching your living room with curiosity and slight concern, only to find your roommate staring at a mess of records strewn across the floor.
It takes all of three seconds for you to realize Jaehyun is drunk, noting the way his head whips around to you suddenly, surprised to see you- as if you don’t live together, before breaking out into a wide smile, skin obviously flushed a deep red.
“Hey!” He says loudly before wincing at his own voice, frown immediately forming as his dark eyebrows knit together. “I didn’t wake you up did I?”
“No, I haven’t gone to bed yet,” you wave it off, watching the way he stands up slowly as your eyes drift to the opened bottle of wine on the coffee table, “I was just making sure you were okay.”
In the almost year that you had been roommates with Jaehyun, you don’t think you have ever actually seen him drunk. Occasionally he would come home late at night, a little louder than usual with hooded eyes and red ears, accompanied by his friends- but you have never seen him anything past tipsy.
“Have you been drinking?” You ask rhetorically, already knowing the answer that he confirms as he nods, “You want some?”
“Uh,” you hesitate but are easily convinced by his hopeful expression, wide eyes looking at you with anticipation, “sure, I guess.”
Jaehyun grins, sitting on the sofa and patting the cushion next to him as he pours you a glass, overly concentrated on the simple task as he hands it to you, fingertips brushing against yours. He bumps his glass with yours before he drowns the wine quickly, making you laugh into your glass, only taking small sips.
You watch him with interest, having never seen Jaehyun like this. You were comfortable with your roommate but not drinking wine together at 2 am comfortable, yet he seemed completely content.
Before your former rommate moved out to live with her boyfriend, she introduced you to Jaehyun- a friend of a friend who needed a place to stay as soon as possible after transferring universities.
Since then, you’ve fallen into a non romantic- yet domestic, routine with each other that brought a comforting normalcy and company to your daily life. You took turns grocery shopping and cooking meals and split up chores and kept a shared to do list.
going to madrid with taeil...let’s you take the lead on where to go, will vibe anywhere, loves learning bits of spanish, lets you wear his leather jacket, carries around any of your shopping bags for you, keeps track of your passport and all of your tickets and important documents, somehow always knows where he’s going, holds your hand while he navigates through crowds, planned dates where he plays off the amount of effort he put into them, candle lit dinners, takes a lot of sunset pictures, always very cheesy but you love it.
going to athens with johnny... his camera is always around his neck, pausing you too many times to take a picture (and the occasionally sneaky candid), both of you wearing matching ‘i love greece’ tourist shirts that he insisted on buying at the airport gift shop and then begged you to wear, taking outfit of the day pictures, renting bikes to ride around town, afternoon picnicking, his arm around your shoulder as you walk the illuminated streets at night, asking an older tourist couple to take a photo of you at the parthenon, both of you smile widely as they take one and johnny asks for one more, quickly pressing his lips softly against your cheek.
going to paris with taeyong... his newfound determination to speak french, practicing french phrases on his phone in the morning in a low raspy voice, munching on expensive macaroons, visiting all the typical touristy places like the louvre & versailles, having 1,000 new photos on your camera roll, taeyong deleting pictures to take more of you, hotel balconies, warm baths together in the fancy hotel bathroom, fancy new perfumes, giggles in fancy restaurants, giggles everywhere, walking together to see the effile tower at night.
going to tokyo with yuta.. hiking until you complain but the reward for reaching the top of the mountain is kisses, feeding and petting wild deer, spending a lot of time outdoors, happiness while speaking japanese, watching old anime reruns at the hotel and staying up too late, going to a cat cafe and staying too long there playing with the kitties, buying too many souvenirs considering it’s his home country, going to local markets, buying street vendor onigiri and dango, visiting niche earring shops, he’s just always laughing.
going to london with doyoung... him making you take aesthetic photos of him, being really prepared, always checks the weather before he leaves the hotel, cheeks flush and he gets very red from one beer, leaning against your shoulder and cuddling you in the taxi home, wants to buy every single person he knows a souvenir, watching the buskers at night, likes keeping your hand in his always, gets stressed easily and then you relax him with kisses, will sing in the shower, will sing you to sleep if you ask nicely, quietly will request to be the little spoon.
going to sicily with jaehyun... wine tasting, sun dresses, golden rings, making pasta at a small local restaruant together, he of course makes it a competition of who’s pasta is better, taking a ferry tour and making you do the titanic pose in front of other tourists, buys way too much gelato, touring museums and always taking cliche tourist photos, blazers, firm grips around your waist, you trying to pay attention to the tour guides but you’re too distracted by his gaze that’s only focused on you.
going to hawaii with jungwoo.. confident english, wearing lais, hiking waterfall trails to exercise but then going directly back to the resort and drinking a lot of smoothies, being obsessed with room service, a lot of playing around in the ocean, drinking from coconuts, he’s amazed at the smallest things, especially all the wildlife, peaceful and relaxing, gets shy when you look at him for too long, his face is slightly burnt, follows you around happily, buys a lot of hawaiian shirts, wants you to wear one, you probably will do just to make him giggle.
going to vancouver with mark... giving you the personal mark lee childhood tour (your favorite) of vancouver, loud laughs along the streets at night, making him laugh too hard as he folds his body into yours, wide eyes paying attention to you always, thumb rubbing over your hand asking where you want to go, freaking out when it hits him he’s actually at his childhood home with you, taking you to all the places he used to eat at, letting you decide what you want to do, is always down for anything, he breaks out into laughter randomly, his excuse is just that he’s so happy, you roll your eyes but you secretly love it, will keep a hand on your thigh when sitting anywhere, his hands are always warm and always find their way to you, buys too much maple syrup to bring back for your friends.
going to nyc with donghyuck... going to times square and making you take pictures with the pikachu and hello kitty mascots in the streets, wanting to try on the funniest and weirdest outfits you pick for each other in vintage stores, embarrassing you in public and him not caring that you’re embarrassed and will absolutely continue, makes weird faces at you from across a store, buys too much street vender food and candy, museum dates, gets very excited over fossils, you have a full blown photoshoot on a roof top bar with your fancy mixed drinks, is always excited, swings your interlocked hands back and forth and hums, he never gets tired and just wants to spend time with you always.
Idk if you have like a tag list but if you do can I please be in it?? I have been following you for a while and I am so glad to see you’re back and being quite honest I don’t want to miss any of your post hehe
aww thank you! im definitely excited to be posting again! i don't have a taglist right now but if enough ppl would be interested in one, i will def make one!
info: roommate au, drunk confessions, jaehyun x reader
wc: 3.1k
warnings: alcohol consumption
a/n: i’m posting my old drafts <3
A loud crash and a subsequent string of low giggles late at night draws you out of your room, cautiously approaching your living room with curiosity and slight concern, only to find your roommate staring at a mess of records strewn across the floor.
It takes all of three seconds for you to realize Jaehyun is drunk, noting the way his head whips around to you suddenly, surprised to see you- as if you don’t live together, before breaking out into a wide smile, skin obviously flushed a deep red.
“Hey!” He says loudly before wincing at his own voice, frown immediately forming as his dark eyebrows knit together. “I didn't wake you up did I?”
“No, I haven’t gone to bed yet,” you wave it off, watching the way he stands up slowly as your eyes drift to the opened bottle of wine on the coffee table, “I was just making sure you were okay.”
In the almost year that you had been roommates with Jaehyun, you don’t think you have ever actually seen him drunk. Occasionally he would come home late at night, a little louder than usual with hooded eyes and red ears, accompanied by his friends- but you have never seen him anything past tipsy.
“Have you been drinking?” You ask rhetorically, already knowing the answer that he confirms as he nods, “You want some?”
“Uh,” you hesitate but are easily convinced by his hopeful expression, wide eyes looking at you with anticipation, “sure, I guess.”
Jaehyun grins, sitting on the sofa and patting the cushion next to him as he pours you a glass, overly concentrated on the simple task as he hands it to you, fingertips brushing against yours. He bumps his glass with yours before he drowns the wine quickly, making you laugh into your glass, only taking small sips.
You watch him with interest, having never seen Jaehyun like this. You were comfortable with your roommate but not drinking wine together at 2 am comfortable, yet he seemed completely content.
Before your former rommate moved out to live with her boyfriend, she introduced you to Jaehyun- a friend of a friend who needed a place to stay as soon as possible after transferring universities.
Since then, you’ve fallen into a non romantic- yet domestic, routine with each other that brought a comforting normalcy and company to your daily life. You took turns grocery shopping and cooking meals and split up chores and kept a shared to do list.
Although Jaehyun was a relatively private person, he was still extremely polite. He played music but it was always at a considerate soft, volume- never too loud. If he stayed out late, he would always tip toe back in and if he had an early class and you were still sleeping, you could always hear his endearingly quiet movements through the walls of your apartment and sometimes the clatter of pots followed by a muttered curse word.
During the first few months of living together, whenever you felt like doing something and your other friends were busy, you always found yourself naturally drifting towards Jaehyun as he did the same with you, often appearing at your doorway with a timid invitation to watch a movie that he rented.
But as time passed, you slowly began to go to Jaehyun first, spending time together not just when your other friends were unavailable as Jaehyun simply became a friend himself.
As much as your friends pestered to you and made obvious the potential relationship between the two of you, you never really pursued anything with Jaehyun. What you had together right now was enough, and you wouldn’t want to ruin everything and lose your roommate and now- friend, by an incorrect assumption.
Said friends also befriended Jaehyun after he moved in with you as your individual friend groups began to intertwine. Like earlier today, when Donghyuck was over studying and catching up with you, Jaehyun hung around as you ignored the not so subtle hints and ques Donghyuck attempted to give. Even after Jaehyun left, your friend continued with his declaration that you and Jaehyun were obviously infatuated with each other, which you rolled your eyes at and refuted.
You don’t deny that now and then, you could notice a certain level of tension between the two of you, whether it was when the cashier at the grocery store assumed you were a couple or how Jaehyun always listened to your late night, stress induced rants, nodding along as you confide in him and offering kind advice.
You could always see the two of you moving forward with a relationship, you already lived together and were comfortable with each other- but you can never truly know what Jaehyun thinks and you were definitely not going to outright ask him.
And so, your budding feelings for Jaehyun stayed between you and Donghyuck- much to your friend’s dismay as you reprimanded his meddling and turned your focus back on the schoolwork he had come over to complete.
Jaehyun’s abrupt movements snap you out of your thoughts as he leans down, reaching for the discarded records, suddenly fixated on opening a specific one. “Do you need help?” You ask warily, watching the way his tongue pokes out in intense concentration.
“No,” he says distantly but his actions say otherwise. You lean down anyways as he fumbles with pulling out a specific disk, taking the record from him gingerly and pulling the sleeve off easily.
“Do you want me to put this on?” You ask softly as he nods, sitting back up to watch the way you move across the room, staring at the way your oversized shirt hangs off of your frame, legs exposed under the thick material as you stand on your tiptoes to reach the device that Jaehyun brought with him when he moved in.
You fiddle with the record player, carefully putting on the record that instantly fills the room with soft, melodic jazz that echoes through the player’s speakers with a low, soothing rhythm.
Jaehyun smiles at the familiar song, arm thrown loosely across the sofa, “this one’s my favorite,” he says quietly, making you hum in appreciation. You move back to where he’s sitting, about to join him before Jaheyun reaches out to grab your hand. “Dance with me,” he whispers seriously.
“You’re really drunk,” you say matter of factly, biting back a laugh at his determined expression as you let him use your weight to pull himself up to stand, swaying slightly as he stares at you with hooded eyes.
“Yeah,” Jaehyun agrees before a smile breaks out across his features, dimples appearing in the soft pink, tinged skin of his cheeks, “I can still dance though.”
You laugh silently as he looks at you for a few more moments, smile slowly turning into a small pout. Before he can say anything else your tongue pokes in your cheek as you mutter a quiet, “fine.”
Jaehyun’s arm quickly comes to circle around your waist carefully, almost testing how the touch feels. It felt different, him touching you in a way he never had before. It wasn’t like your usual, accidental touches, like when you bump into each other in the small space of your shared kitchen while cooking and he places a hand on the small of your back while moving past you.
This felt so intentional, touch weighing heavy on your skin, feeling the way his fingertips each move individually on your waist. Jaehyun looks at you for an okay and you nod your head, “yeah,” you say softly, letting him pull you closer. Your hand comes to rest on his shoulder, skin covered by the simple black t-shirt he’s wearing.
He sways both of you from side to side, hands warm as one stays on your waist and the other holds your own hand delicately. He’s silent from his overwhelming concentration, mind filled with only buried thoughts of clouded admiration and attraction.
Jaehyun rests his head in the crook of your neck, burying himself into your shoulder as you feel his lips pull into a smile that ghosts along your collar bone and his nose press further into your skin.
The short duration of the song goes by in a hazed quickness that you don’t notice until the song fades out slowly, offering only a few seconds of low static before the sound cuts abruptly and silence fills the room.
Jaehyun waits before reluctantly breaking and immediately plopping back down on the sofa, letting his body sprawl across the cushions. “That was nice,” he mumbles as you frown at his new position, already concerned about the possibility of him falling asleep there.
“Here, why don’t you let me help you into your room?” You say gently, knowing his current position on the small couch would only lead to neck crooks and aches in the morning to go along with his already predictable hangover.
Jaehyun hums distractedly, mind elsewhere, not disagreeing but not making it easier for you to help him.
You hoist him up, holding his forearm as his fingers graze over your hand, rubbing your skin softly. His fingertips run over your wrist then hand, grasping onto you for stability.
“How did you get this drunk on wine?” You complain more to yourself, realizing the extent of his lack of dexterity as Jaehyun just laughs breathlessly, mumbling something incoherent into the material of your shirt.
He lets you lead him into his room fairly easily with little resistance. You move him to your side, letting him wrap and arm around your shoulder for support.
You open his door and Jaehyun suddenly breaks away from your grasp to flop onto his bed, sprawling out comfortably.
You smile watching him squirm on his bed, shifting to get comfortable, even drunk Jaehyun was endearing. You make sure he’s in a better position than before and then move to leave, figuring you would see him in the morning with Advil to help the hangover he was bound to have.
“Don’t go,” Jaehyun says lowly, voice laced with realization, trailing off as you turn back to face him.
“You need sleep,” you say and Jaehyun doesn’t respond, instead he looks at you intently before suddenly groaning and frowning exaggeratedly, his full lips forming a small pout.
“I’m so embarrassed,” he groans, not making eye contact as his thoughts begin to spill freely with no filter.
You sit on the foot of his bed while his gaze follows your movements. “Don’t be,” you say, voice laced subconscious sincerity, “It’s fine. Remember how you helped me when I was drunk after Johnny's party last month? That was embarrassing.”
He laughs, shaking his head, “no, that was cute.”
You give him a small smile, not bothering to disagree. It’s quiet for a few moments as you watch Jaehyun, his eyes close as his eyelashes brush lightly against his skin. You watch the slow and steady rising of his chest, shirt hanging off his frame, exposing the warm skin of his chest and collarbones.
You start to think Jaehyun fell asleep until his eyes suddenly flutter open to meet yours directly as he sucks in a deep breath, pausing for a few seconds before speaking. “I love you,” he blurts randomly, making your lips part in complete surprise.
You’re momentarily stunned by his words, unable to process any of your own as Jaehyun continues casually, “like,” he breathes out, “really.” He giggles lightly, different from his usual, low laugh. Jaehyun’s eyes widen before he covers his mouth with his palm, seemingly realizing what he just confessed, mumbling a muffled, “oops.”
His words ring in your mind continuously but you refuse to let them completely register. Jaehyun was drunk and you couldn't allow yourself to bask in an admission that you doubt he would remember in a few hours. You smile wistfully, “I’m gonna go,” you say quietly, patting his leg.
“Wait- what do you say to my romantic confession?” He whines, reaching his arms out as his hand plays at your fingers to try and keep you next to him.
You let out a small laugh, letting his fingertips rub over your knuckles, eyebrows raising jokingly, “That was your romantic confession?”
Jaehyun doesn’t respond at first, only staring at you as his gaze flickers down to your lips, obviously lingering too long on your lips. You laugh again, causing Jaehyun's eyes to snap back up to meet yours, matching your smile and laughing airily.
He shifts, hair splayed across his pillow, “yeah,” He says simply.
“You’re drunk. I don’t-,” you stop, trying to find the right words to seriously break down what he said, “we can talk about it in the morning.”
He sighs, air puffing out his cheeks stubbornly, “Technically,” he cranes his neck to look at his bedside clock, “it’s morning right now,” he says, staring at the glaring, red 2:49 AM.
You roll your eyes, turning and looking away to hide your smile as Jaehyun grins at your reaction, “do I make you laugh?”
“Yes, Jaehyun,” you say with endearment, noting how he looked like a child seeking validation with wide eyes and concerned, furrowed brows, anxiously awaiting your response.
“Do you think I’m funny?” He asks again in a small voice.
“Yes,” you reiterate gently as he continues, propping himself up by his elbows. “Is that why you laughed today when Donghyuck asked if you liked me?” He asks pointedly, only blinking as he awaits your response.
Your chest constricts and your mouth opens in surprise, confusion reading across all your features, “Jae, what? You heard that?”
Your mind instantly replays the conversation you and Donghyuck had earlier that afternoon when he asked if you liked Jaehyun after the elder had left.
You remember laughing awkwardly at Donghyuck’s question, choosing avoidance over straight up denial, but it still didn’t stop a wide grin from appearing on his features, looking at you like he had confirmed his suspicions, “Oh you totally do.”
“So what?” You mutter, shoving your textbook away from you to lay on your bed, “it’s not like I’m going to do anything about it, and I don’t know, I doubt he feels the same way.”
Now, Jaehyun sighs loudly, making you realize he must have only heard the first part of your conversation. “You don’t like me.” He says matter of factly.
You look into his searching eyes, lips twisting as you think of what to say. “Of course I do, Jae. I just- I don’t know, I thought I didn’t know if you felt the same way,” you explain, giving him a small smile, “And besides, I didn’t want to admit something that to Donghyuck in the first place.”
He hums, seemingly content, “I like it when you call me that.”
“Jae?”
“Yeah,” he sighs, hand reaching back out to hold yours as you hesitate. “I- I, think we should finish talking about this in the morning.”
He blinks, retracting his own hand. “What does that mean?”
“It just means you’re drunk right now.”
He seems to take that as an acceptable explanation, satisfied with your response and reaction to his admission. When you bid him goodnight he only smiles, relating a soft, “good night,” before you’re closing his door quietly, rubbing your face in confusion.
Jaehyun’s words leave you lying in bed unable to get rid of the fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach and unable to sleep due to the feeling of eventually confession and discussion the next morning would entail.
You wonder what you would even say, what Jaehyun would even say, and if he even truly meant or remembered what he admitted. It makes you nervous, so nervous that you fall asleep with a feeling of dread overshadowing any excitement or anticipation you would have otherwise felt.
-
“Morning Jae,” you say knowingly, amusement monetarily overpowering your nervousness as your obviously hungover roommate comes into view.
Jaehyun turns from his seat at the kitchen bar with messy hair and tired, narrowed eyes due to the light that streams through the large bay window in your apartment.
He laughs tensely, hand on his mug as he looks up at you nervously. “Yeah, really nice,” he says sarcastically, smiling with you before he clears his throat, expression instantly changing and making your voice immediately catch in your throat. “About last night,” he starts, turning away from the countertop to face you.
You bite your lip, awaiting the worst rejection stemming from his own confession, waiting for him to deny and apologize for any admission from his drunken consciences
“Well- first, I'm sorry about that, that was,” he pauses, struggling to find the right words, “uh- not me and very embarrassing.”
You nod, not really knowing what to say as he continues. “But thank you for helping me,” he gives you a smile that you return easily.
“Yeah, of course,” you say, feeling his choice of words had completely affirmed what you feared.
“And I remember some of the stuff I said and I just want to say- I mean, that was not how I wanted to talk to you about my feelings. But I want you to know that I really do like you.” Jaehyun says everything in one breath, adding a small, “if haven’t ruined any chance I had with you.”
He pauses to read your expression that doesn’t look immediately negative as he’s encouraged to carry on. “I overheard your conversation with Donghyuck yesterday and then,” Jaehyun visibly cringes as he continues, “I got kind of sad and drank the wine Yuta bought me from forever ago. I shouldn’t have listened and I shouldn’t have done,” he gestures wildly with his hands, “whatever that was.”
He looks at you with a rawly vulnerable expression that you have never seen before, wincing as he recounts the events from last night while he awaits your response.
“I mean, I really like you too,” you say quietly, making his head snap up in surprise, “really?”
“Yeah,” you say, thinking it was pretty apparent. “Of course I do. I really like living with you and I really like spending time with you,” you twist your fingers subconsciously, shifting under his gaze, “I just didn’t know how to tell you.”
“I guess I made that easier,” Jaehyun laughs and you so do you, taking the seat next to him and resting your elbow on the counter, looking at him with raised eyebrows in agreement, “it was a very bold approach.”
Jaehyun’s smile widens before he bites his lip, “Can I kiss you?” He asks shyly before rambling, “I mean I’m pretty hungover right now so maybe not but-.”
You cut him off, moving closer than you already were, leaning up and reaching up to press your lips into his sweetly, breaking apart after a few seconds only to smile up at him- your roommate who had suddenly become so much more, “I don’t mind.”
