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broken promise | jae jun
☆ word count: 1k words
☆ warning(s): angst, cheating
☆ synopsis: you find out your husband, jae jun, has been cheating on you and it suddenly all starts to make sense.
☆author's note: bleh i don't even remember when or why I started writing this but it's finished!
CHEATERR 💀
Terms of Employment
synapse: a nervous college girl lands a job at siesta luxury, unknowingly catching the dangerous, obsessive attention of jae-jun the moment he decides she’s already his.
pairing: jeon jae-jun x reader
contains: age gap, dark romance, power imbalance, suggestive fantasies
a/n: if you’ve read my work before, it’s evident i have a type
I LOVE THIS 🩷🩷🩷
where did all the hyunju fics go ?? 😭😭 like why did we all collectively disappear because now i can’t find any
Trueeee...
sugar mama
pairings ━ sugarmomma!cho hyun-ju x fem!reader
synopsis ━ in every single way, hyunju vows to spoil you.
warnings ━ MDNI!! 18+ wlw. SFW. post-bottom surgery hyunju. after the cut are NSFW headcannons featuring bondage, strap, and softdom!hyunju.
requested by anon!
SFW:
you wake up most mornings to the soft glow of seoul’s skyline filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows since hyun-ju’s penthouse is basically yours now.
she is already awake, of course, scrolling through markets on her tablet while her free hand traces lazy circles on your bare shoulder. at twenty-five you still sometimes catch your breath at how effortlessly she claims the world, and then hands pieces of it to you.
hyun-ju spoils you without hesitation, as if generosity is simply her love language. the first time she paid your entire college tuition you cried in her lap.
she only kissed your forehead and murmured that your future was too bright to be dimmed by loans. now your degree sits framed on the marble console, right beside the limited-edition hermès bag she surprised you with the day you graduated. hyun-ju never makes a show of it since the gifts arrive quietly, and sometimes through her assistant, or sometimes delivered by her own hands when she wants to watch your eyes light up.
one week it is a custom wardrobe from a quiet atelier in paris, each piece tailored to the exact measurements of yours she memorized long ago. the next it is a matte-black g-wagon parked downstairs with your name on the registration and a tiny diamond charm hanging from the rearview mirror.
you once joked that you didn’t need a car in the city so she answered by booking a private driving instructor and a track day at yeongam so you could learn to love speed the way she does. you came home flushed and laughing, and hyun-ju rewarded you with a new necklace that matches the thin platinum band she wears on her wrist.
jewelry is her favorite way to mark you as hers. the prettiest rings live on your fingers now with stacked bands of rose gold and pavé diamonds, a chunky emerald cut that catches every light, and the simple solitaire she slipped on during a private dinner on a maldivian overwater villa last summer.
the ex-marine had the jeweler fly in from antwerp just to size them perfectly while you slept. every time you glance down at your hands you remember the way her voice sounded when she said, “these stay on you always, even when i’m not here, love.”
last month, hyun-ju cleared her schedule for ten days in santorini, Kos, ios, and corfu in greece. the two of you tucked into a private villa with its own infinity pool that spilled straight into the aegean. she arranged a sunset yacht, a private chef who only cooked your favorite banchan alongside greek mezze, and a helicopter ride over the caldera just because you mentioned wanting to see it from above.
you spent most evenings tangled in silk sheets while she read market reports aloud and fed you chilled lychees between sentences. when you asked why she does all this, your woman simply pulled you closer and whispered, “because watching you happy is the only return on investment i care about.” (hyunju is so tea ahhh)
back home she keeps spoiling you with your favorite skincare arriving monthly in a refrigerated crate from tokyo. don't worry, the refrigerator is always stocked with the exact seasonal fruits you crave, delivered from farms she quietly invests in.
when you casually admired a limited-run sneaker collab online, a pair in your size appeared on the shoe rack the next afternoon.
also, she pays your rent even though you live with her now just so the money can go into a savings account she opened in your name and refuses to let you touch.
“that’s for emergencies I hope you'll never run into,” she says, kissing the tip of your nose, “not for bills.”
you love her back just as deeply. you leave little notes in her briefcase, cook her favorite late-night ramyeon when she returns from board meetings, and curl into her lap after long days.
she spoils you because she can, but you both know the real wealth is the way your laughter fills her marble halls and the way her name sounds on your tongue.
the spoiling never stops. yesterday she surprised you with a weekend in kyoto during cherry blossom season, complete with a private ryokan and a tea ceremony master who taught you both how to whisk matcha perfectly.
tomorrow it might be a new apartment in busan or a simple gold necklace engraved with coordinates of the first place you kissed each other. you never ask for any of it, yet she gives anyway, as naturally as breathing.
you are hers, and she is yours.
“everything i have is yours,”
NSFW:
a fairy dies every time Hyunju is shipped with a man, when clearly she was made only for women, no man has ever loved Cho Hyunju the way a woman loves
where are the new Hyunju fanfics? i've already read them all and i'm craving more, please don't die like Juju
sense of smell
pairings ━ cho hyun-ju x fem!reader
synopsis ━ your girlfriend has hundreds of perfumes, because of her hyper fixation with perfumes.
warnings ━ fluff, non-squid game AU, hints of overconsumption
hyun-ju has a hyperfixation with perfumes and scents. she can describe the smallest notes in each perfume. most people cannot which describes this endless obsession of hers that has every corner of your shared apartment turned into a fragrant gallery of glass and golden liquid.
she collects them the way some people collect memories with each bottle representing a mood, a season, or a feeling that she wants to wear forever.
for example, hyun-ju still has a full bottle of the marshmallow vanilla perfume she wore on your first date. that was two years ago. the next time she will wear it is on your wedding day, she says.
however, gourmand scents are her favorite. she loves warm vanilla bean, dripping caramel, toasted hazelnut, brown sugar crusted pastries, and anything that smells like dessert fresh from the oven on a slow sunday morning.
when she closes her eyes and inhales, her whole face softens like she's coming home.
when you first moved into her home, she threw open the doors to her overflowing shelves without a second thought.
“they're ours to share now!” she said, voice bubbling with excitement like a little kid with ice cream, like she was sharing the best secret she'd ever kept, "you can use any of them whenever, i love when you smell like me.”
you remember the first time you reached for her most-loved bottle. at first, you thought she'd be reluctant, but you saw the way that she watched you with her eyes sparkling, as if you'd just chosen her all over again.
<3
Beautiful✨
Nät enjoying the beaches of the new cycle!
I legit can't stand this fandom anymore. My hands start shaking with anger a little more every post i see talking shit about Spider.
Is it really so hard for them to use their 2 working braincells, or to have some damn media literacy or emotional maturity?
Updated my mountain warriors! With their casual clothing 😉
As always... Saatxu has to be the flashiest one...
Now in uniform!
I miss Hyun-ju so bad
Don't let the fandom die (like the rest of the players), y'all.
New chapter for Beneath The Surface is out now!!