Hey girl, do ya mind if you do a part two of taken for granted please? (:3
A Love Left Behind
Pairing: Jeon Jae-jun x Reader (past)
Jeon Jae-jun had always believed in second chances.Or maybe, he always believed that you would give him one.
Even after you left, after you disappeared without a trace, he convinced himself it wasn’t over. That time would pass, you’d miss him, and one day—just like before—you’d come back. But you never did.
And now, months later, in a city thousands of miles away, he saw you again.
By accident. By cruel fate. By something in the universe that still tied him to you, no matter how much damage had been done. It was in a busy street, late afternoon. The golden sunlight caught on your hair, and for a second, he thought he was imagining things. But then you turned. And your eyes met his. His breath caught in his throat.
You looked different.
Not just physically, though there was that too—your hair styled differently, a new confidence in the way you carried yourself. But it was more than that. There was a lightness to your expression, a peace that had never been there when you were with him.
Jae-jun had never been good at thinking before acting.
“(Y/N).”
Your eyes flickered with something unreadable. But you didn’t ignore him. You didn’t walk away. Instead, you let out a small sigh, almost like you had expected this moment to come.
“Jae-jun.”
It was the first time he’d heard you say his name in months.And suddenly, he was desperate for more.
“Coffee?” The question was out before he could second-guess himself.
You hesitated, and he braced himself for the rejection. But then you nodded.
“Sure.”
His heart clenched. You weren’t saying yes to him. You were saying yes to closure. But he ignored that.
The café was small and quiet, tucked away from the busy streets. He let you choose the seat, let you settle in before sitting across from you. For a while, it almost felt normal—ordering drinks, making small talk, avoiding the obvious. He asked about your new life, and you told him in vague details. Work was good. Life was good. You were good.
And that was what hit him the hardest.
You were good.
Without him.
Jae-jun had never been good with silence. He always filled it—with cocky remarks, teasing words, anything to keep things from feeling too real. But right now, there was nothing left to hide behind. And so he did the one thing he was best at.
He gambled.
He leaned forward, voice quieter now, more careful. “Come back.” Your fingers tensed around your mug. He saw it—the way your shoulders stiffened, the way your expression faltered for a split second. Then you inhaled deeply, setting your cup down. “Jae-jun…”
He didn’t let you finish. “I know I messed up.” His voice wasn’t cocky anymore. It wasn’t playful. “I know I took you for granted. But I—”
“No.”
The word was gentle, but it still knocked the air from his lungs.You weren’t angry. You weren’t bitter. You were done.
And that realization settled into his chest like a stone. You met his gaze, and for the first time in his life, he felt small under someone else’s eyes. Your lips curled—not in amusement, not in warmth, but something distant.
“I don’t think I can ever stop hating you for what you did.” Your voice was steady, but there was a quiet intensity behind it. “Just because I agreed to coffee doesn’t mean I forgave you.”
Something in his throat tightened. “(Y/N), I—”
You shook your head, standing up. “There’s nothing left to say.” And just like that, you walked away.
You left first. And Jae-jun?
He sat there, staring at the empty seat across from him, at the cup you left behind, at the space where you used to be. And for the first time in his life, he finally understood what it felt like to be the one left behind.
Hi! Can I please request Ha Do-yeong and Jeon Jae-jun falling in love with the same reader? She is Moon Dong-eun's friend and helped her in getting her revenge. So she started working at jae jun's shop / do yeong's company. When she met them, both fell in love with her, become obsessed with her and gets jealous of each other.
Caught in Between
Pairing: Ha Do-yeong x Reader, Jeon Jae-jun x Reader
Since JaeJun was not really invested in the shop I thought her working in the golf club would be better..
You never expected to get tangled up in a love triangle between two men who were as different as fire and ice. But maybe that was inevitable.
After all, you had helped Moon Dong-eun in her revenge, tearing down the powerful people who once thought themselves untouchable. You had seen the cracks in their carefully built lives, the destruction that followed.
And yet, here you were, working at Jeon Jae-jun’s golf club, a place where wealth and arrogance mixed like whiskey and ice.
The first time you met Jae-jun, he had leaned against the counter, a cocky smirk on his lips “Didn’t expect someone like you here,” he had mused, looking you up and down, eyes filled with something far too dangerous to be casual interest. “Are you here to keep an eye on me? Or did you just miss me?”
You had scoffed. “I think you’re confusing me with someone who actually enjoys your company.” He had laughed—really laughed—and from that moment on, he made it his mission to get under your skin.
But then, there was Ha Do-yeong.
One day, you were cleaning up after a long shift, and the next, you turned around to find him standing there—watching you.
He didn’t play games like Jae-jun. He didn’t smirk or flirt outright. He simply studied you, eyes calculating, as if trying to figure you out before making a move.
“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he said one evening, voice low, unreadable.
You wiped your hands on a towel, meeting his gaze. “Neither did I.” He stepped closer, slow and deliberate. “And yet… here we are.”
Obsession is a dangerous thing.
Jae-jun was bold about it. He liked having you around, liked the way your presence irritated Do-yeong, liked the way you challenged him instead of falling at his feet.
“You like me,” he teased one afternoon, cornering you in the hallway, arms braced against the wall beside your head.
You arched a brow. “You wish.”
He leaned in, breath fanning against your cheek. “You don’t have to admit it. I already know.”
Do-yeong was quieter in his obsession, but it ran just as deep.
You caught it in the way he watched you, how his hand would linger when he passed you something, how his usually composed expression would darken every time he caught Jae-jun getting too close.
One evening, after closing, you found yourself alone with him outside the club. The air was thick with something unspoken, something heavy.
“Why are you here?” you asked, crossing your arms.
He exhaled, gaze sharp. “Because I don’t like the idea of you being around him.”
Your heart skipped. “That’s not for you to decide.”
His jaw tightened. “Maybe not. But that doesn’t change the way I feel.”
And so it continued—a silent war between them with you caught in the middle.
Jae-jun would pull you into his world, filled with luxury, reckless flirting, and the kind of passion that threatened to consume everything in its path.
Do-yeong would ground you, offering quiet intensity, lingering glances, and a stability that felt far more dangerous than recklessness.
I was wondering if you can write about jae-jun x female reader who owns a nail salon 👁👁 please!
Fluff please ❤
Here’s your Jae-jun x Reader one-shot!
Note: Jae-Jun is definitely OOC
Jae-jun never thought he’d end up in a nail salon. Especially not sitting in your chair, watching as you excitedly picked out colors for his nails.
“This one!” You held up a sleek black polish. “Simple, classy, matches your whole too cool for this vibe.”
Jae-jun leaned back, arms crossed. “Too cool is right. I’m not getting my nails painted.”
You pouted. “Why not?”
He raised a brow. “Because I’m not a damn art project?”
You gasped dramatically. “You’re saying no to me?”
Jae-jun smirked. “Yeah. No.”
Your lips quivered, eyes going big and pleading. Jae-jun stared. Ah, hell.
With a heavy sigh, he relented. “Fine. One nail.”
You beamed, clapping your hands. “Yay!”
Jae-jun rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. As you started painting, he felt the warmth of your hands.
You were completely focused, your tongue poking out slightly in concentration. Jae-jun watched, entranced. The way your eyes lit up as you worked, the soft giggles you let out when the polish spread smoothly—
He had never seen someone so happy over something so small.
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” he muttered.
You grinned. “Duh. You’re my cutest client.”
His heart was already in your hands. As you finished, you blew on his nail to dry the polish, your lips so close to his skin.
Jae-jun swallowed hard.
“You like it?” You asked, eyes shining.
Jae-jun glanced at his nail. Then at you. “It’s alright.”
You pouted. “Just alright?”
He smirked. “Maybe I’ll let you do both hands next time.”
Ryu Si-oh was a man of power, a figure shrouded in danger and mystery. Everyone either feared him, admired him, or wanted to use him.
But Y/N?
She was different. She was his secretary. His shadow. The one person who never asked for anything, never wanted his power, never flinched in the face of his ruthlessness. She was just there. And that irritated him.Because no matter how many walls he built, no matter how cold he was—she stayed.
“Why?” he had asked once, leaning back in his chair, eyes sharp.
She had only smiled. “Because someone has to remind you that you’re still human.”
Si-oh had scoffed. “You think I’m human?”
“I think you can be.”
Her words had unsettled him.Because deep down, he wanted to believe her.
Their relationship wasn’t built on grand gestures or soft confessions. It was in the small moments.
Like the time they were driving back from a late meeting. The city lights blurred past them, and Y/N, exhausted but still full of life, started singing along with the radio.
Si-oh had barely looked up from his phone until she grabbed an imaginary mic and passed it to him. He raised a brow. “Are you serious?”
“Come on,” she grinned. “You’re rich, powerful, and probably have a terrible singing voice. You might as well be fun.”
For a moment, he just stared at her. Then, to her surprise, he actually took the imaginary mic.
He sighed dramatically. “You’ll regret this.”
And then, in the most unexpectedly smooth voice, he started singing.
Y/N burst out laughing. “You’re actually good!”
He smirked. “I don’t do things half-heartedly.”
That was the first time she saw him let go. The first time he realized that with her, he could breathe.
Another time, late at night, they sat in his office after another long day. Si-oh, tired and lost in thought, stared at the city skyline. Y/N, sitting across from him, studied his face.
“Si-oh,” she murmured, her voice softer than usual. “I can tell which light is real and which is fake.”
He turned to her, intrigued. “And which one am I?”
She didn’t answer right away.
“You’re a light I’m not sure is real or fake,” she finally said, eyes searching his. “But you can be real… if you try hard enough.”
He should have laughed it off. Mocked her optimism.But for the first time in his life, he wanted to be real.
For her.
But Si-oh had learned one thing in life.Wanting something doesn’t mean you get to have it.
The warehouse was cold and dimly lit. His closest friend—the man he trusted the most—had a gun pointed at his heart. Si-oh didn’t flinch. Didn’t move. He simply stood there, resigned.
Then he saw her.
Y/N, standing behind him eyes filled with desperation.
“Move, Y/N,” he said, voice empty.
“No,” she shot back. “Not until you stop acting like you have nothing left.”
He let out a bitter chuckle. “I don’t.”
Her hands clenched into fists. “What about me?”
His breath hitched.
“What about me, Si-oh?” she repeated. “After everything—do I mean nothing to you?”
She was shaking. She was begging him to see her.
And for a moment, he almost did.
But the gun fired.
And she pushed him aside.
The bullet tore through her shoulder. She staggered, falling into his arms.For the first time in his life, Si-oh panicked.
“Y/N—!” His voice was raw, filled with something he couldn’t name.
She gave him a weak smile. “Still think… I don’t matter?”
He pressed his hands against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. His mind was screaming. Why? Why did she do this? Why did she throw her life away for him?
“You’re a goddamn idiot,” he choked out.
“And you’re worth it,” she whispered.
Si-oh wanted to scream. Because he finally understood. She had been his light all along. And now, because of him, she was fading.
Y/N woke up to the sound of beeping machines.
Her body ached. Her shoulder throbbed. But none of that mattered when she saw Si-oh sitting beside her bed.He looked like hell. Dark circles under his eyes, jaw clenched, hands gripping the chair as if letting go would break him.
“You’re awake,” he muttered.
She tried to sit up, but pain shot through her. “Ugh—”
“Don’t even think about it.”
She blinked at him. “Si-oh—”
“Shut up,” he snapped, voice rough. “Do you have any idea how reckless that was?”
She stared. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the part where you were about to let yourself die?”
“You didn’t have to take the bullet for me,” he muttered.
“And you didn’t have to give up on yourself,” she shot back.
For a moment, silence filled the room.Then he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.
“You drive me insane,” he finally muttered.
Y/N smiled weakly. “Yeah. I know.”
And then. He kissed her.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t hesitant. It was raw, desperate—like he was trying to prove something.
Like he was trying to say everything he never could.
Y/N’s fingers clutched his shirt despite the pain. Because this—this was real.
And when they finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers, voice barely a whisper.
“You’re not leaving me,” he murmured.
She smiled. “Took you long enough to figure that out.”
(Jeon Jae-jun x Female Reader | Angst, Betrayal, Breakup)
NOTE: My first request🫣😳😳..
By @dyingofcookies
I tried my best.. Please let me know if you want any changes
Jae-Jun wasn't always like this
Back in high school, he was reckless, cocky, but he loved you in a way that was undeniable.
He waited outside your classroom just to walk you to your next one. He slung an arm around your shoulders in the hallway, flashing you that smug grin. He kissed you in secret corners of the school like he couldn’t get enough of you.
Back then, you were his world.
And for a while, you believed that would never change.But then came Yeon-jin.She had always been lurking, whispering things to Jae-jun that you weren’t meant to hear.
“Y/N is sweet, but don’t you think you can do better?”
At first, he brushed it off. Of course, he could do better—but he didn’t want to. He had you. And that was enough.But the more he listened, the more the words seeped into his mind.
And slowly, he changed.
It wasn’t overnight. It was gradual. Jae-jun started forgetting plans. Ignoring your texts. He stopped saying I love you first, stopped thanking you when you did things for him.
You thought it was just a phase.
That he was just stressed, just distracted. That things would go back to how they were.
But they didn’t.
And the worst part? He never apologized. Not once. Yet, you held on. Because you believed in the version of him that used to love you completely.
Until the day that belief shattered.
You got a call late at night from the police station.
“Miss Y/N? Your boyfriend, Jeon Jae-jun, has been involved in an altercation. We need someone to bail him out.”
Your stomach twisted. By now, you were used to his recklessness. But something felt different. When you arrived, the tension in the air was thick. And then you saw them.
Jae-jun, standing there with a split lip, his knuckles bruised. And across from him—Ha Do-yeong. His tie was loose, jaw bruised, but his eyes were burning with rage.
“What the hell happened?” you asked, stepping forward.
Neither of them spoke.
But then, Do-yeong looked at you. Really looked at you.
His expression softened just slightly, but when he turned back to Jae-jun, his voice was sharp as a blade.
“You should tell her, or I will.”
Your heart pounded. “Tell me what?”
Jae-jun clenched his jaw. “Mind your own damn business, Do-yeong.”
But Do-yeong scoffed. “You think she doesn’t deserve to know? You think she deserves to keep playing the role of the loyal, devoted girlfriend while you’re screwing around with Yeon-jin?”
The world stopped. The air left your lungs. Your ears rang.
Slowly, your gaze shifted to Jae-jun.
“Tell me he’s lying.”
Jae-jun opened his mouth. Closed it.And that silence was your answer. Something inside you broke. Without thinking, you took a shaky step back.
“Baby—” Jae-jun started, reaching for you.
But you flinched away. For the first time, he looked scared. Because, for the first time, he realized he might actually lose you.
You weren’t sure how you got to his penthouse. Everything was a blur—the fight, the betrayal, the way your heart felt like it had been ripped out of your chest.
Jae-jun stood in front of you, hands on his hips, jaw clenched. “It didn’t mean anything,” he muttered.
You let out a hollow laugh. “Oh, that makes it so much better.”
He exhaled sharply. “Yeon-jin—”
“Stop saying her name.” Your voice cracked. “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to think about her. I want you to tell me why.”
His eyes flickered. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” You let out a bitter laugh. “You threw away everything—for what? Some cheap thrill? Because Yeon-jin stroked your ego better than I did?”
He ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “It wasn’t like that.”
“Then what was it like?” you demanded.
He didn’t answer. And that was when you knew. You never mattered enough.You had always been there.
Waiting. Loving him. Forgiving him.
And he had taken that for granted.
“You never appreciated me,” you whispered, voice shaking.
Jae-jun’s brows furrowed. “That’s not—”
“You never said thank you,” you cut him off. “You never made me feel like I was enough. And I kept waiting—kept hoping you’d see me again.”
His expression faltered. “I do see you.”
“No,” you said softly. “You only noticed me when I stopped chasing you.”
Jae-jun swallowed hard, his hand reaching for yours. “I can fix this.”
You flinched away. And something in his face broke.
“You already ruined it,” you whispered.
He looked desperate now, genuinely afraid. “Baby—”
But it was too late.Tears burned in your eyes, but you refused to cry. Not for him. Not anymore.
“It’s over, Jae-jun.”
His hands clenched into fists. “No—”
But you were already walking away.
And this time, you didn’t look back.
Jae-jun didn’t chase after people.
But that night, as he sat alone in his penthouse, staring at the empty space where you had stood, he realized something too late.
You had never asked for much.
Just love. Just loyalty. Just him.
And now, for the first time, he had lost something he could never replace.
The air between Ha Do-yeong and Jeon Jae-jun was suffocating.Y/N could feel it.
“Ye-sol is my daughter,” Jae-jun growled, fists clenching at his sides. “You’ve been playing house with her for years, but we both know she’s mine.”
Do-yeong’s expression was blank, but Y/N could see the storm raging in his eyes. “And yet, she runs from you every time she sees you,” he replied smoothly. “She chooses me.”
Jae-jun’s jaw tensed, and his gaze flickered toward Y/N. “You understand, don’t you?” His voice softened when he spoke to her, like she was something precious. “Ye-sol should be with me. And so should you.”
Y/N’s breath caught. She knew Jae-jun had feelings for her, had noticed the way his eyes lingered on her longer than necessary. But she never acknowledged it—not when her heart had already made its choice.
Do-yeong stepped closer, shielding her from Jae-jun’s gaze. “Don’t bring her into this.” His voice was dangerously low. “She’s not yours to claim.”
Jae-jun let out a bitter laugh. “Oh? And she’s yours?”
The last thread of control snapped.Jae-jun threw the first punch. Do-yeong barely dodged before retaliating, shoving him back against a parked car. It was violent, ugly—years of resentment and unspoken anger exploding all at once.
“Stop it!” Y/N cried, stepping between them just as Jae-jun swung again.
She barely registered the impact before pain shot through her shoulder, knocking her off balance. The world tilted as she stumbled, her ankle twisting beneath her.
“Y/N!” Do-yeong was at her side instantly, his arms catching her before she hit the ground. His hands, usually steady, were shaking as they held her, as if the thought of her in pain was unbearable.
Jae-jun’s eyes widened. “Shit. I—Y/N, I didn’t mean—” Then, as if realizing something, his gaze darkened with resolve. “Come with me.”
Jae-jun tries to take Y/N. Before she could react, Jae-jun reached for her.
His grip was firm but not forceful—desperate, almost. “I’ll take care of you. You don’t need to stay here with him.”
Y/N tried to pull away, but her ankle gave out, and a sharp hiss of pain left her lips.That was all it took for Do-yeong to snap. He grabbed Jae-jun’s wrist, his grip like iron.
“Don’t. Touch. Her.”
Jae-jun sneered, yanking his arm away. “She doesn’t belong to you.”
Do-yeong’s entire body was tense, his rage barely contained. “She’s not some object you can claim.”
Ignoring him, Jae-jun bent down, arms reaching to scoop Y/N up.Before he could, Do-yeong moved faster.His hand pressed against Jae-jun’s chest, shoving him back with enough force to make him stumble.
“She’s not going anywhere with you.” His voice was ice, but the way his arm curled protectively around Y/N’s waist was pure fire.
Jae-jun clenched his fists but didn’t move forward again. He looked at Y/N, eyes searching, waiting for her to choose.
Y/N met his gaze and shook her head. “I’m not going with you, Jae-jun.”
Something flickered in his expression—hurt, anger, resignation.With one last glare at Do-yeong, he turned and stormed off, disappearing into the night.
The moment Jae-jun was gone, Do-yeong turned his full attention to Y/N. His hands, rough from the fight, softened as they cradled her face. “Are you okay?” His voice was raw, laced with guilt.
She exhaled, leaning slightly into his touch. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine,” he said firmly. His fingers trailed to her shoulder, gently brushing the spot where Jae-jun had hit her. His jaw tightened. “Damn it, Y/N, I should’ve stopped this before it started.”
She reached for his wrist, her touch grounding him. “You were protecting Ye-sol. And me.”
His throat bobbed, his composure cracking just slightly. And then, before she could say anything more, he pulled her against him. Y/N barely had time to react before she felt the warmth of his embrace—solid, steady, overwhelming.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured into her hair. “I never wanted you to get caught in the middle of this.”
She closed her eyes, melting into him. “Then don’t fight for me,” she whispered. “Just stay with me.”
Do-yeong tilted her chin up, his eyes dark with something unspoken.And then, he kissed her.
Soft at first, hesitant, as if asking for permission. But when she sighed against his lips, her fingers tangling in his shirt, he deepened the kiss, pouring everything he felt into it.
When they finally pulled away, breathless, Do-yeong rested his forehead against hers, his hands still gripping her waist.
The fire crackled softly in the living room, casting flickering shadows along the walls. Outside, rain pattered against the window, a rhythmic sound that filled the silence between them.
Y/N sat curled up on the couch, a warm cup of tea between her hands. Across from her, Ha Do-yeong sat in his usual composed posture—elbows resting on his knees, fingers loosely intertwined. But tonight, there was something different about him.
She had seen this side of him before—the quiet, distant version of Ha Do-yeong that appeared on nights when his mind seemed elsewhere. But tonight, He looked… tired.
“Do-yeong,” she said softly. “Are you okay?”
His gaze flickered to her, his expression unreadable. For a moment, she thought he might brush it off, offer one of his usual vague responses.
But then, he exhaled.
A slow, deliberate breath, as if he was letting go of something heavy.
Have I ever told you,” he murmured, “that I was married?”
Y/N froze.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t known—his past was something she had always been careful not to pry into. But hearing him say it out loud, in this quiet moment, felt… different.
“No,” she said carefully. “You haven’t.”
Silence stretched between them. Do-yeong leaned back, rubbing a hand over his face. When he finally spoke, his voice was lower, rougher.
“It wasn’t always bad,” he admitted. “At first, I thought I was doing the right thing. Marrying the right person. Building the right kind of life.” He let out a humorless chuckle. “But sometimes, you don’t realize how wrong things are until it’s too late.”
Y/N didn’t speak. She just listened.
“She was beautiful,” he continued, staring at the fire. “Smart. The kind of woman everyone admired. And I… I did everything I could to make it work. To be the perfect husband, the perfect father.”
He paused, his jaw tightening.
“But love—real love—it doesn’t work that way. It’s not about perfection.”
Y/N swallowed, her fingers tightening around her mug. “What happened?”
“She was never mine,” he said quietly. “Not really. I was just another piece in her game. A part of the image she wanted to create.”
Y/N felt her chest tighten.
“She betrayed you.” It wasn’t a question.
A faint, bitter smile crossed his lips. “She did worse than that.”
His voice was calm—too calm. But Y/N could see the way his fingers curled slightly, the tension in his shoulders.
For a long moment, they just sat there. Two people tied to their pasts, weighted by regrets they didn’t speak of. But then, Do-yeong did something unexpected.
He reached out.
His fingers brushed against hers, hesitant at first, before settling over them completely. His touch was warm, grounding. And when Y/N looked up, she saw something raw in his eyes—a kind of vulnerability he never showed to anyone.
“I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” he murmured.
Y/N smiled faintly. “Maybe because you know I won’t judge you.”
He studied her for a long moment. Then, finally—he nodded. Just like that, the weight between them shifted.
And then—he kissed her.
It wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was slow, hesitant at first, as if he wasn’t sure he was allowed to want this. But the moment Y/N leaned in, melting into him, he let go of his hesitation.His lips moved against hers softly, yet deliberately, like he was memorizing the feel of her. There was no urgency—only quiet understanding, quiet longing.
When they pulled away, their foreheads remained pressed together. His fingers traced the back of her hand, slow and steady.
Y/N gave him a small, knowing smile. “You’re not alone, Do-yeong.”
He let out a quiet breath. For the first time, he believed her. With a soft sigh, he leaned back, pulling her against him. She didn’t resist. She simply curled up beside him, her head resting against his chest. His arm tightened around her instinctively, and they sat there like that—in the quiet, in the warmth, in the kind of peace neither of them had felt in years.
The fire crackled softly. The rain continued to fall.
And for the first time, Ha Do-yeong let himself rest.
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