𝓙𝓪𝓷𝓮

[janiexoxoenha]

How to lose a guy in 10 days

Pairing: Non!idol!Jay x journalist!fem!reader

Word count≈ 1k

Part 1 Part 2

By day three, Jay had invited you over for a "quiet dinner" at his penthouse, a sleek fortress made of glass and expensive leather. It was the ideal setting for your chaos.

You arrived forty-five minutes early with three stuffed bags and a wide-eyed grin. "Jay-Bug! I couldn’t wait to make this place feel like us!"

While Jay was in the kitchen finishing the prep, you got to work. You lined his minimalist, slate-gray bookshelf with a small army of stuffed penguins, each wearing a tiny knitted hat. You draped a fuzzy, neon-pink throw blanket over his designer sofa and placed a pair of large plushies with googly eyes on his mantle.

After you had successfully turned his multi-million dollar living room into a neon-pink plushie sanctuary, you weren't done. Jay was still in the kitchen, you finally noticed the blue turntable.

Walking to it, you picked one of the vinyls, it was 'You're So Vain.' by Carly Simon.

As soon as it started playing, you started singing along "Son of a gun, You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht, Your hat strategically dipped below one eye."

Jay came out of the kitchen to watch your little show as you spun around and sung along. "Your scarf it was apricot, You had one eye in the mirror, as you watched yourself gavotte."

Before you finally turned to him. "And all the girls dreamed that they'd be Jay's partner, they'd be Jay's partner!"

He watched you while chuckling to himself, before he finally noticed the cardboard box by your feet. "What's that?!" he shouted over the music, which you finally stopped to open the box.

You dropped a massive, temperamental fern in a ceramic pot onto the center of his dining table.

"This is our love fern!" you announced as Jay walked back to the kitchen then came back with a bottle of wine. "It represents our souls, Jay. If it dies, we die. I’ve already named it 'Barnaby Jr.'"

Tension peaked when he finally uncovered the main course. The aroma of a perfectly seared, expensive Wagyu steak filled the room. Jay looked proud; this was his way of showing off his taste and stability.

You looked at the steak. Then you looked at him. Your lip began to tremble. "Is that... a cow?" you whispered, your voice cracking.

"It’s a filet, Y/N. I thought you'd like—"

"A filet of suffering!" you wailed, covering your face with your hands. You let out a loud sob that echoed off his floor-to-ceiling windows. "I can’t believe this! I told you I was going vegan this morning! I felt a connection to a blade of grass on my way over here, Jay!"

You slumped into your chair, vibrating with fake grief. "How can we build a future together if you’re cooking Barnaby Jr.’s cousins? This is a sign! The universe is screaming at us!"

You waited for him to snap. You expected him to throw his napkin down and say you were crazy, to take your penguins and leave.

Instead, Jay let out a long, slow breath. He walked over, and for a moment, you thought he would grab you by the shoulders and shake you. Instead, he reached past you and picked up a piece of bread.

"You're right," he said, his voice disconcertingly calm.

He sat down, staring you in the eye with a smirk that didn't reach his ears. He wasn't breaking. He was holding on through the madness.

"Eat up, sweetheart," he whispered. "We have a big week ahead of us."

[janiexoxoenha]

How to lose a guy in 10 days

Pairing: Non!idol!Jay x journalist!fem!reader

Word count≈ 1k

Part 1 Part 2

By day three, Jay had invited you over for a "quiet dinner" at his penthouse, a sleek fortress made of glass and expensive leather. It was the ideal setting for your chaos.

You arrived forty-five minutes early with three stuffed bags and a wide-eyed grin. "Jay-Bug! I couldn’t wait to make this place feel like us!"

While Jay was in the kitchen finishing the prep, you got to work. You lined his minimalist, slate-gray bookshelf with a small army of stuffed penguins, each wearing a tiny knitted hat. You draped a fuzzy, neon-pink throw blanket over his designer sofa and placed a pair of large plushies with googly eyes on his mantle.

After you had successfully turned his multi-million dollar living room into a neon-pink plushie sanctuary, you weren't done. Jay was still in the kitchen, you finally noticed the blue turntable.

Walking to it, you picked one of the vinyls, it was 'You're So Vain.' by Carly Simon.

As soon as it started playing, you started singing along "Son of a gun, You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht, Your hat strategically dipped below one eye."

Jay came out of the kitchen to watch your little show as you spun around and sung along. "Your scarf it was apricot, You had one eye in the mirror, as you watched yourself gavotte."

Before you finally turned to him. "And all the girls dreamed that they'd be Jay's partner, they'd be Jay's partner!"

He watched you while chuckling to himself, before he finally noticed the cardboard box by your feet. "What's that?!" he shouted over the music, which you finally stopped to open the box.

You dropped a massive, temperamental fern in a ceramic pot onto the center of his dining table.

"This is our love fern!" you announced as Jay walked back to the kitchen then came back with a bottle of wine. "It represents our souls, Jay. If it dies, we die. I’ve already named it 'Barnaby Jr.'"

Tension peaked when he finally uncovered the main course. The aroma of a perfectly seared, expensive Wagyu steak filled the room. Jay looked proud; this was his way of showing off his taste and stability.

You looked at the steak. Then you looked at him. Your lip began to tremble. "Is that... a cow?" you whispered, your voice cracking.

"It’s a filet, Y/N. I thought you'd like—"

"A filet of suffering!" you wailed, covering your face with your hands. You let out a loud sob that echoed off his floor-to-ceiling windows. "I can’t believe this! I told you I was going vegan this morning! I felt a connection to a blade of grass on my way over here, Jay!"

You slumped into your chair, vibrating with fake grief. "How can we build a future together if you’re cooking Barnaby Jr.’s cousins? This is a sign! The universe is screaming at us!"

You waited for him to snap. You expected him to throw his napkin down and say you were crazy, to take your penguins and leave.

Instead, Jay let out a long, slow breath. He walked over, and for a moment, you thought he would grab you by the shoulders and shake you. Instead, he reached past you and picked up a piece of bread.

"You're right," he said, his voice disconcertingly calm.

He sat down, staring you in the eye with a smirk that didn't reach his ears. He wasn't breaking. He was holding on through the madness.

"Eat up, sweetheart," he whispered. "We have a big week ahead of us."

[janiexoxoenha]

How to lose a guy in 10 days

Pairing: Non!idol!Jay x journalist!fem!reader

Word count≈ 1k

Part 1 Part 2

By day three, Jay had invited you over for a "quiet dinner" at his penthouse, a sleek fortress made of glass and expensive leather. It was the ideal setting for your chaos.

You arrived forty-five minutes early with three stuffed bags and a wide-eyed grin. "Jay-Bug! I couldn’t wait to make this place feel like us!"

While Jay was in the kitchen finishing the prep, you got to work. You lined his minimalist, slate-gray bookshelf with a small army of stuffed penguins, each wearing a tiny knitted hat. You draped a fuzzy, neon-pink throw blanket over his designer sofa and placed a pair of large plushies with googly eyes on his mantle.

After you had successfully turned his multi-million dollar living room into a neon-pink plushie sanctuary, you weren't done. Jay was still in the kitchen, you finally noticed the blue turntable.

Walking to it, you picked one of the vinyls, it was 'You're So Vain.' by Carly Simon.

As soon as it started playing, you started singing along "Son of a gun, You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht, Your hat strategically dipped below one eye."

Jay came out of the kitchen to watch your little show as you spun around and sung along. "Your scarf it was apricot, You had one eye in the mirror, as you watched yourself gavotte."

Before you finally turned to him. "And all the girls dreamed that they'd be Jay's partner, they'd be Jay's partner!"

He watched you while chuckling to himself, before he finally noticed the cardboard box by your feet. "What's that?!" he shouted over the music, which you finally stopped to open the box.

You dropped a massive, temperamental fern in a ceramic pot onto the center of his dining table.

"This is our love fern!" you announced as Jay walked back to the kitchen then came back with a bottle of wine. "It represents our souls, Jay. If it dies, we die. I’ve already named it 'Barnaby Jr.'"

Tension peaked when he finally uncovered the main course. The aroma of a perfectly seared, expensive Wagyu steak filled the room. Jay looked proud; this was his way of showing off his taste and stability.

You looked at the steak. Then you looked at him. Your lip began to tremble. "Is that... a cow?" you whispered, your voice cracking.

"It’s a filet, Y/N. I thought you'd like—"

"A filet of suffering!" you wailed, covering your face with your hands. You let out a loud sob that echoed off his floor-to-ceiling windows. "I can’t believe this! I told you I was going vegan this morning! I felt a connection to a blade of grass on my way over here, Jay!"

You slumped into your chair, vibrating with fake grief. "How can we build a future together if you’re cooking Barnaby Jr.’s cousins? This is a sign! The universe is screaming at us!"

You waited for him to snap. You expected him to throw his napkin down and say you were crazy, to take your penguins and leave.

Instead, Jay let out a long, slow breath. He walked over, and for a moment, you thought he would grab you by the shoulders and shake you. Instead, he reached past you and picked up a piece of bread.

"You're right," he said, his voice disconcertingly calm.

He sat down, staring you in the eye with a smirk that didn't reach his ears. He wasn't breaking. He was holding on through the madness.

"Eat up, sweetheart," he whispered. "We have a big week ahead of us."

[janiexoxoenha]

How to lose a guy in 10 days

Pairing: Non!idol!Jay x journalist!fem!reader

Word count≈ 1k

Part 1 Part 2

By day three, Jay had invited you over for a "quiet dinner" at his penthouse, a sleek fortress made of glass and expensive leather. It was the ideal setting for your chaos.

You arrived forty-five minutes early with three stuffed bags and a wide-eyed grin. "Jay-Bug! I couldn’t wait to make this place feel like us!"

While Jay was in the kitchen finishing the prep, you got to work. You lined his minimalist, slate-gray bookshelf with a small army of stuffed penguins, each wearing a tiny knitted hat. You draped a fuzzy, neon-pink throw blanket over his designer sofa and placed a pair of large plushies with googly eyes on his mantle.

After you had successfully turned his multi-million dollar living room into a neon-pink plushie sanctuary, you weren't done. Jay was still in the kitchen, you finally noticed the blue turntable.

Walking to it, you picked one of the vinyls, it was 'You're So Vain.' by Carly Simon.

As soon as it started playing, you started singing along "Son of a gun, You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht, Your hat strategically dipped below one eye."

Jay came out of the kitchen to watch your little show as you spun around and sung along. "Your scarf it was apricot, You had one eye in the mirror, as you watched yourself gavotte."

Before you finally turned to him. "And all the girls dreamed that they'd be Jay's partner, they'd be Jay's partner!"

He watched you while chuckling to himself, before he finally noticed the cardboard box by your feet. "What's that?!" he shouted over the music, which you finally stopped to open the box.

You dropped a massive, temperamental fern in a ceramic pot onto the center of his dining table.

"This is our love fern!" you announced as Jay walked back to the kitchen then came back with a bottle of wine. "It represents our souls, Jay. If it dies, we die. I’ve already named it 'Barnaby Jr.'"

Tension peaked when he finally uncovered the main course. The aroma of a perfectly seared, expensive Wagyu steak filled the room. Jay looked proud; this was his way of showing off his taste and stability.

You looked at the steak. Then you looked at him. Your lip began to tremble. "Is that... a cow?" you whispered, your voice cracking.

"It’s a filet, Y/N. I thought you'd like—"

"A filet of suffering!" you wailed, covering your face with your hands. You let out a loud sob that echoed off his floor-to-ceiling windows. "I can’t believe this! I told you I was going vegan this morning! I felt a connection to a blade of grass on my way over here, Jay!"

You slumped into your chair, vibrating with fake grief. "How can we build a future together if you’re cooking Barnaby Jr.’s cousins? This is a sign! The universe is screaming at us!"

You waited for him to snap. You expected him to throw his napkin down and say you were crazy, to take your penguins and leave.

Instead, Jay let out a long, slow breath. He walked over, and for a moment, you thought he would grab you by the shoulders and shake you. Instead, he reached past you and picked up a piece of bread.

"You're right," he said, his voice disconcertingly calm.

He sat down, staring you in the eye with a smirk that didn't reach his ears. He wasn't breaking. He was holding on through the madness.

"Eat up, sweetheart," he whispered. "We have a big week ahead of us."

[janiexoxoenha]

How to lose a guy in 10 days

Pairing: Non!idol!Jay x journalist!fem!reader

words count ≈ 1k

Note: ts is inspired by my fav romcom how to lose a guy in 10 days, I think it's pretty obvious from the title lol TT, hope you enjoy it.

Part 1

Your morning did not begin with a green drink or a run through Central Park. It started with the noise of the traffic outside your third-floor apartment in NYC. You lived with Giselle and Wonyoung two friends you met during a summer internship.

Giselle was standing in the kitchen drinking an iced coffee. She worked with a stylist. Had a sharp tongue and a wardrobe that was mostly old leather clothes. Wonyoung on the hand worked with social media for a beauty company. She made her life look perfect online but she was really good at understanding how people behave.

"Y/N if you do not stop typing loudly I am going to throw your laptop out the window" Giselle said without looking up from her phone.

"I am finishing my story for the city council" you said, hitting send on your computer.

Wonyoung walked in wearing pajamas and a face mask. "Honey give up on that story. Verve does not want to hear about issues. They want to know if the 'Clean Girl' look is still popular. If you want a promotion you have to do what they want."

"I am a journalist" you said. "Not someone who writes to get clicks."

An hour later you were in the office of Lana, the boss of the magazine. She was looking at your story like it was something she did not want to touch.

"Stories about people being forced out of their homes are boring" Lana said. "They do not sell perfume ads. Your writing is interesting. I need that for a project."

Lana leaned forward. "Our readers are tired of hearing about how to find love. I want a column from the point of view: 'The Exorcist'. I want you to find a man, the kind of guy every woman wants and I want you to make him break up with you in ten days using every trick in the book. If you can make him dump you by Day 10 I will give you a job and a lot of freedom to write what you want."

Your heart skipped a beat. This was an opportunity.

"What if he does not break up with me?" you asked.

"Then you will be writing about what your star sign says about the lotion you use for the two years."

Meanwhile in an office in Midtown, Jay was dealing with his own problems. He was the boss of Vanguard Horology, a company that made watches. His company was in trouble. Might be taken over.

The only person who could save the company was Arthur Belson, an investor who liked traditional values.

"Belson thinks you are not a worthy person, Jay " his business partner, Marcus said. "He thinks you spend time in the news than working. He told me he only invests in men who have stability. Men who are building a life with someone."

Jay leaned back in his chair his face showing no emotion. "He wants a family man? Fine. The Belson Charity Gala is in ten days. I will bring a woman. Not just any woman. A woman who's totally in love with me. If Belson sees I can handle a relationship he will invest in my company."

"Ten days?" Marcus said. "You cannot even get a woman to text you back in ten days."

"Watch me " Jay replied.

That night you were at a bar with Giselle and Wonyoung looking for the perfect man for your column.

"Not that one he is wearing a ring on his thumb." Giselle whispered. "Too easy."

"What about him?" Wonyoung pointed to a man at the bar.

There stood Jay. He was wearing an ivory suit that looked expensive. He was handsome. He seemed guarded. Like a challenge.

"He is perfect " you whispered. "He looks like he has no patience for drama. I will have him running away by Tuesday."

"He looks like he always gets what he wants." Wonyoung added. "Be careful Y/N. Do not fall for his charm."

You smiled, adjusting your dress. "I am not falling for anything. I am the Exorcist remember?"

You walked towards the bar pretending to slip so he would notice you. Jay turned, his hand reaching out to steady your arm. His touch was warm and firm. For a moment you felt a little dizzy.

"Easy there " Jay said, his voice smooth. "The floor is slippery or maybe you have had much to drink?"

You looked up at him smiling. "Actually I think I am a little overwhelmed by the atmosphere. I am Y/N."

Jay looked at you and for a moment his business face slipped. He saw a sharp-eyed woman who looked like trouble. To him you were the woman to show off to Belson. To you he was the man, for your column.

"I am Jay." he said, holding your gaze a little long. "I think you are exactly what I am looking for."

Neither of you knew that you were both getting into a situation that would change everything.

[janiexoxoenha]

How to lose a guy in 10 days

Pairing: Non!idol!Jay x journalist!fem!reader

words count ≈ 1k

Note: ts is inspired by my fav romcom how to lose a guy in 10 days, I think it's pretty obvious from the title lol TT, hope you enjoy it.

Part 1

Your morning did not begin with a green drink or a run through Central Park. It started with the noise of the traffic outside your third-floor apartment in NYC. You lived with Giselle and Wonyoung two friends you met during a summer internship.

Giselle was standing in the kitchen drinking an iced coffee. She worked with a stylist. Had a sharp tongue and a wardrobe that was mostly old leather clothes. Wonyoung on the hand worked with social media for a beauty company. She made her life look perfect online but she was really good at understanding how people behave.

"Y/N if you do not stop typing loudly I am going to throw your laptop out the window" Giselle said without looking up from her phone.

"I am finishing my story for the city council" you said, hitting send on your computer.

Wonyoung walked in wearing pajamas and a face mask. "Honey give up on that story. Verve does not want to hear about issues. They want to know if the 'Clean Girl' look is still popular. If you want a promotion you have to do what they want."

"I am a journalist" you said. "Not someone who writes to get clicks."

An hour later you were in the office of Lana, the boss of the magazine. She was looking at your story like it was something she did not want to touch.

"Stories about people being forced out of their homes are boring" Lana said. "They do not sell perfume ads. Your writing is interesting. I need that for a project."

Lana leaned forward. "Our readers are tired of hearing about how to find love. I want a column from the point of view: 'The Exorcist'. I want you to find a man, the kind of guy every woman wants and I want you to make him break up with you in ten days using every trick in the book. If you can make him dump you by Day 10 I will give you a job and a lot of freedom to write what you want."

Your heart skipped a beat. This was an opportunity.

"What if he does not break up with me?" you asked.

"Then you will be writing about what your star sign says about the lotion you use for the two years."

Meanwhile in an office in Midtown, Jay was dealing with his own problems. He was the boss of Vanguard Horology, a company that made watches. His company was in trouble. Might be taken over.

The only person who could save the company was Arthur Belson, an investor who liked traditional values.

"Belson thinks you are not a worthy person, Jay " his business partner, Marcus said. "He thinks you spend time in the news than working. He told me he only invests in men who have stability. Men who are building a life with someone."

Jay leaned back in his chair his face showing no emotion. "He wants a family man? Fine. The Belson Charity Gala is in ten days. I will bring a woman. Not just any woman. A woman who's totally in love with me. If Belson sees I can handle a relationship he will invest in my company."

"Ten days?" Marcus said. "You cannot even get a woman to text you back in ten days."

"Watch me " Jay replied.

That night you were at a bar with Giselle and Wonyoung looking for the perfect man for your column.

"Not that one he is wearing a ring on his thumb." Giselle whispered. "Too easy."

"What about him?" Wonyoung pointed to a man at the bar.

There stood Jay. He was wearing an ivory suit that looked expensive. He was handsome. He seemed guarded. Like a challenge.

"He is perfect " you whispered. "He looks like he has no patience for drama. I will have him running away by Tuesday."

"He looks like he always gets what he wants." Wonyoung added. "Be careful Y/N. Do not fall for his charm."

You smiled, adjusting your dress. "I am not falling for anything. I am the Exorcist remember?"

You walked towards the bar pretending to slip so he would notice you. Jay turned, his hand reaching out to steady your arm. His touch was warm and firm. For a moment you felt a little dizzy.

"Easy there " Jay said, his voice smooth. "The floor is slippery or maybe you have had much to drink?"

You looked up at him smiling. "Actually I think I am a little overwhelmed by the atmosphere. I am Y/N."

Jay looked at you and for a moment his business face slipped. He saw a sharp-eyed woman who looked like trouble. To him you were the woman to show off to Belson. To you he was the man, for your column.

"I am Jay." he said, holding your gaze a little long. "I think you are exactly what I am looking for."

Neither of you knew that you were both getting into a situation that would change everything.

[janiexoxoenha]

How to lose a guy in 10 days

Pairing: Non!idol!Jay x journalist!fem!reader

words count ≈ 1k

Note: ts is inspired by my fav romcom how to lose a guy in 10 days, I think it's pretty obvious from the title lol TT, hope you enjoy it.

Part 1 Part 2

Your morning did not begin with a green drink or a run through Central Park. It started with the noise of the traffic outside your third-floor apartment in NYC. You lived with Giselle and Wonyoung two friends you met during a summer internship.

Giselle was standing in the kitchen drinking an iced coffee. She worked with a stylist. Had a sharp tongue and a wardrobe that was mostly old leather clothes. Wonyoung on the hand worked with social media for a beauty company. She made her life look perfect online but she was really good at understanding how people behave.

"Y/N if you do not stop typing loudly I am going to throw your laptop out the window" Giselle said without looking up from her phone.

"I am finishing my story for the city council" you said, hitting send on your computer.

Wonyoung walked in wearing pajamas and a face mask. "Honey give up on that story. Verve does not want to hear about issues. They want to know if the 'Clean Girl' look is still popular. If you want a promotion you have to do what they want."

"I am a journalist" you said. "Not someone who writes to get clicks."

An hour later you were in the office of Lana, the boss of the magazine. She was looking at your story like it was something she did not want to touch.

"Stories about people being forced out of their homes are boring" Lana said. "They do not sell perfume ads. Your writing is interesting. I need that for a project."

Lana leaned forward. "Our readers are tired of hearing about how to find love. I want a column from the point of view: 'The Exorcist'. I want you to find a man, the kind of guy every woman wants and I want you to make him break up with you in ten days using every trick in the book. If you can make him dump you by Day 10 I will give you a job and a lot of freedom to write what you want."

Your heart skipped a beat. This was an opportunity.

"What if he does not break up with me?" you asked.

"Then you will be writing about what your star sign says about the lotion you use for the two years."

Meanwhile in an office in Midtown, Jay was dealing with his own problems. He was the boss of Vanguard Horology, a company that made watches. His company was in trouble. Might be taken over.

The only person who could save the company was Arthur Belson, an investor who liked traditional values.

"Belson thinks you are not a worthy person, Jay " his business partner, Marcus said. "He thinks you spend time in the news than working. He told me he only invests in men who have stability. Men who are building a life with someone."

Jay leaned back in his chair his face showing no emotion. "He wants a family man? Fine. The Belson Charity Gala is in ten days. I will bring a woman. Not just any woman. A woman who's totally in love with me. If Belson sees I can handle a relationship he will invest in my company."

"Ten days?" Marcus said. "You cannot even get a woman to text you back in ten days."

"Watch me " Jay replied.

That night you were at a bar with Giselle and Wonyoung looking for the perfect man for your column.

"Not that one he is wearing a ring on his thumb." Giselle whispered. "Too easy."

"What about him?" Wonyoung pointed to a man at the bar.

There stood Jay. He was wearing an ivory suit that looked expensive. He was handsome. He seemed guarded. Like a challenge.

"He is perfect " you whispered. "He looks like he has no patience for drama. I will have him running away by Tuesday."

"He looks like he always gets what he wants." Wonyoung added. "Be careful Y/N. Do not fall for his charm."

You smiled, adjusting your dress. "I am not falling for anything. I am the Exorcist remember?"

You walked towards the bar pretending to slip so he would notice you. Jay turned, his hand reaching out to steady your arm. His touch was warm and firm. For a moment you felt a little dizzy.

"Easy there " Jay said, his voice smooth. "The floor is slippery or maybe you have had much to drink?"

You looked up at him smiling. "Actually I think I am a little overwhelmed by the atmosphere. I am Y/N."

Jay looked at you and for a moment his business face slipped. He saw a sharp-eyed woman who looked like trouble. To him you were the woman to show off to Belson. To you he was the man, for your column.

"I am Jay." he said, holding your gaze a little long. "I think you are exactly what I am looking for."

Neither of you knew that you were both getting into a situation that would change everything.

[janiexoxoenha]

You, me and spilled juice

Pairing: non!idol!Jake x classmate!fem!reader

Genre: fluff x crack (Part 4)

Warnings: I think none, enjoy

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Taglist : @lovenha7

Note : sorry for not posting recently, I was sick and got hospitalized for days

[janiexoxoenha]

You, me and spilled juice

Pairing: non!idol!Jake x classmate!fem!reader

Genre:fluff x crack (part 3)

Warnings: just Jake being flirty, a cheesy confession lol, enjoy^^

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Note: I'll be making a taglist, comment if you want to join^^

[janiexoxoenha]

You, me and spilled juice

Pairing: non!idol!Jake x classmate!fem!reader

Genre: fluff x crack (Part 2)

Warnings: cursing

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

[janiexoxoenha]

You, me and spilled juice

Pairing: non!idol!Jake x classmate!fem!reader

Genre: fluff x Crack (part 1)

Warnings: (there's a little mistake on the fourth one, it's supposed to say I always wanted to kill you, not wanted you, sorry for the mistake^^)

It all started when Jake Sim literally ran into you. Not in a “oops-sorry” kind of way. In a full-speed, hallway-naruto-running-while-holding-a-bottle-of-orange-juice kind of way.

You didn’t even have time to react.

Just splat. Juice everywhere. Your ivory sweater completely… sacrificed.

You stared at him.

He stared at you.

“I really am sorry,” he said, looking down at your sweater. “But… on the bright side, you smell kinda citrusy.”

You just rolled your eyes at him. You weren't really in the mood to listen to his dump words

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[janiexoxoenha]

The boy next door ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Pairing : non!idol!Jungwon x neighbor!fem!reader

Genre:fluff

Warnings: brief mention of kissing

It was late at night when you stepped outside, a strawberry milk in hand. The air was crisp—your favorite kind of cold. Not freezing, just enough to make your cheeks sting a little.

You sat on the sidewalk and scrolled half-heartedly through your phone, not really paying attention. That’s when you heard a familiar sound: the creak of the gate next door.

You looked up.

Jungwon, your next-door neighbor, was dragging out the trash bin in sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. His hair was messy, like he’d just woken up from a nap. He caught your eye and offered a small wave.

“Hey,” he said, slightly breathless from shoving the bin onto the curb.

“Hey,” you replied, pulling your sleeves over your hands. “Still alive over there?”

He grinned faintly. “Barely. My mom made me clean out the storage room. Found a spider the size of my fist.”

You laughed. “Liar.”

“No, seriously. I almost cried.”

You two laughed. Then there was a pause. Not uncomfortable — just quiet. Like neither of you really wanted to go back inside.

Jungwon leaned against the wooden railing separating your house from his. “You’ve been out here a while?”

“Yeah,” you said, taking a small sip of your drink. “Just… wanted some air.”

He nodded slowly. “Me too.”

Another pause. His eyes flicked to your hand, then back to you.

“What are you drinking?” he asked.

“Strawberry milk.”

“Oh.” A beat. “That sounds good.”

You hesitated for a second, then offered, “You can come sit if you want. I’ve got some extra inside.”

He looked surprised. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Jungwon crossed the sidewalk and sat beside you, a little awkward at first—hands stuffed into his hoodie pocket. You went inside, grabbing another bottle, and brought it back. He took it from you with a quiet, “Thanks.”

You sat beside each other in silence for a while, sipping, watching the street. A few kids rode their bikes by. Leaves rolled across the pavement. Somewhere down the block, a dog barked twice.

Then Jungwon spoke again.

“I’ve been meaning to say something,” he said, not looking at you.

You glanced at him, feeling your pulse pick up. “Yeah?”

He nodded slowly. “It’s probably dumb, but… I’ve kind of liked you for a while now.”

You blinked. “Oh.”

“Not, like, in a weird way,” he rushed out. “I just—I always liked talking to you. And I notice things, like when you leave the porch light on late, or when you hum while cleaning. You’re just… really easy to like.”

You stared at him for a second, heart thudding.

“I like you too,” you said, voice softer than you meant. “I just didn’t think you saw me that way.”

He did.

“I didn’t think you did either,” he said, finally meeting your eyes.

You both laughed a little—nervous, but relieved.

He looked down at his mug, then back at you. “Would it be weird if I kissed you?”

You shook your head, heart racing. “No. I mean… you can.”

So he did.

It was gentle, short, a little unsure—but sweet. He pulled back looking just as flushed as you felt.

You both sat there, quiet again—but this time, smiling to yourselves. The street light flicked on behind you. It was getting too late. Everything else could wait.

[janiexoxoenha]

Pairing: Idol!Sunghoon × stylist!fem!reader

Genre:smut (MDNI!)

Warnings: mention of kissing/fingering/unprotected s*x

You're a stylist on ENHYPEN's team, you've been working with them for months, and lately… the tension between you and Sunghoon has been getting harder to ignore.

The building was nearly silent now. Most of the crew had left hours ago, but you stayed behind, tidying makeup and hanging up stage outfits. A soft rustling behind you made your heart jolt.

"Still here?"

You turned.

It was him.

Sunghoon stood in the doorway, hoodie half-zipped, his hair still slightly damp from working out at hybe's gym. His eyes scanned the room—then settled on you.

"Didn’t think anyone was left," he said, stepping in.

You forced a smile, suddenly aware of how quiet the air felt. "I could say the same about you."

He walked over slowly, not saying much. That was always his way—cool, observant, mysterious. But tonight, there was something different in his gaze. A softness, yes—but hunger too.

"You always take care of everyone," he said. "Even when no one’s looking."

You blinked. "It’s just part of the job."

He stepped closer. "That’s not what I meant."

The tension between you snapped tight. You could smell his cologne—faint, clean, warm. He reached out, fingers brushing a loose thread on your sleeve, but his hand lingered. When you met his eyes again, you both knew there was no point pretending anymore.

He leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull back. You didn’t.

The kiss was soft at first—tentative, almost like he was asking permission. But then your fingers curled into his hoodie, and he pulled you closer with a low sound in his throat. Your back hit the dressing table gently as he pressed against you, mouths deepening the kiss, breath quickening.

"Are you sure about this?" he whispered, lips grazing your jaw.

You nodded. "I’ve been sure."

His hands moved deliberately—never rushing. One slipped beneath your shirt, finding the warmth of your waist; the other tangled in your hair as he kissed down your neck, his breath hot and uneven.

"Tell me if you want to stop," he murmured, voice husky.

But you didn’t want to stop.

Not when he lifted you onto the table, not when his hoodie joined the pile of jackets on the floor, and not when he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that could break him and put him back together again.

You whispered his name—“Sunghoon…”

And he smiled, just slightly. "Say it again."

Of course you did as he told you to.

His lips crashed back onto yours—no hesitation now. Just need.

You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively, feeling the way his breath hitched as your hips met. The way he held you—firm, possessive, but still gentle—made your body respond without even thinking.

"you're driving me insane, Y/N" he muttered into your skin, lips tracing from your jaw down your throat. "Always pretending you don’t notice the way I look at you."

“I noticed,” you whispered, tugging at the hem of his shirt. “I just didn’t think you’d actually do anything about it.”

He chuckled softly, lifting the shirt over his head in one smooth motion. His chest—toned and warm—pressed against yours, skin to skin now as he slipped your blouse from your shoulders, eyes locked on yours the whole time.

"You think I haven’t thought about this? About you?" he said, voice low and thick with tension. "Every time you touched my hair... fixed my collar... I had to bite my tongue."

He kissed you again, deeper now, rougher.

His hands explored your curves slowly—learning you. One trailed up your thigh, pushing your skirt higher, while the other rested at the back of your neck, grounding you. The friction between your bodies built fast—your hips grinding against his without shame, heat pooling between your legs as he groaned against your lips.

His fingers brushed along the inside of your thigh—featherlight at first, teasing—and you gasped softly at the contact.

"Tell me what you want," he breathed, eyes half-lidded, lips swollen from your kisses.

“I want you…” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. “Now.”

He smiled—barely. That gorgeous, knowing look he had when he knew he was the only one who could make you feel like this.

“Then I’ll give you everything,” he said.

And he did.

His fingers dipped beneath your panties, stroking slow, testing the way your body melted under his touch. When he finally slid one inside, your head dropped back with a breathless moan, and he kissed the hollow of your throat, murmuring how good you sounded.

You were soaked for him, his name slipping from your lips in broken whimpers. "Sunghoon… please…"

He growled softly at that—then pulled back only to unbuckle his belt, eyes never leaving yours. "Tell me if anything's too much, okay?"

But you didn’t want him to stop.

Not now. Not when you finally had the boy you’d fantasized about pressed between your thighs, lips hungry, hands sure, body trembling with everything he’d held back until tonight.

Sunghoon stood in front of you now—completely stripped down, the soft overhead light casting golden lines across his body. His eyes never left yours. No words needed anymore. Just the soft hum of your breath, the heated silence that crackled between your bodies.

He stepped between your legs, hands firm on your waist, guiding you back gently onto the table. The cool surface met the warm skin of your back as he leaned down, lips trailing from your collarbone to your chest, worshipping you slowly.

“You’re so beautiful like this…” he whispered against your skin, his voice almost reverent.

You reached for him—hands exploring the planes of his back, the dip of his waist, pulling him closer until you could feel his weight, his warmth, the hard press of him against your inner thigh. He kissed you again—this time slower, deeper, as if savoring every second. His hips rolled into yours, teasing you just enough to make you arch with a needy moan.

“Please, Sunghoon,” you breathed, legs tightening around him, eyes glassy with anticipation. “I need you.”

He didn’t hesitate.

He lined himself up slowly, watching your face as he pushed into you—inch by inch, filling you completely, his jaw clenching at the way you stretched around him.

You gasped—fingers digging into his shoulders—your whole body reacting to him as he bottomed out. He stilled for a second, his forehead resting against yours.

“You feel… unbelievable,” he muttered.

Then he started to move.

Slow at first—deep, intentional thrusts that made your body tremble and your voice break. The sound of skin against skin, your breaths, his name on your lips—it filled the room like music.

He kissed you between each thrust, his hands roaming your body as if memorizing every inch. One of his hands slid under your lower back, lifting your hips just enough to hit a new angle—and suddenly you were gasping, nails dragging down his back.

“Right there?” he asked, breathless, lips brushing your ear.

You could only nod—eyes rolling back, your thighs tightening around him as he rocked into you faster, harder, his name spilling from your lips in shaky, desperate sounds.

The pace built steadily, your bodies colliding with growing urgency. His breath was ragged in your ear, your name slipping from his lips like a mantra. Sweat glistened across his skin as he drove into you, the table creaking beneath you both—but neither of you cared. The world had faded to nothing but him—his scent, his voice, the way he felt inside you.

“Y/N… I’m close…” he groaned, forehead pressed to your temple.

“Me too… don’t stop—please—”

His hand slid between your bodies, fingers circling your clit with the same precision and care he’d shown all night. You cried out, stars behind your eyes as your orgasm hit, sudden and overwhelming. Your whole body tensed, clenching around him, pulling him deeper, tighter—

That was all it took.

Sunghoon cursed under his breath, hips stuttering as he came hard, burying himself deep inside you. His whole body shuddered above yours, breath catching in your ear as he whispered your name like it was the only thing that could bring him back down to earth.

He didn’t move right away.

He just held you.

Both of you breathless, tangled together in the low light, sweat cooling on your skin, hearts racing in sync.

After a while, he kissed your forehead gently.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

You smiled, voice hoarse. “More than okay.”

He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “We should probably clean up… but I kinda want to stay like this a bit longer.”

And so you did—wrapped in each other, in the afterglow, the quiet, the warmth of something that felt more than just heat.

Hiii! This is my first smut, I hope I made a good first impression ^^ please feel free to point out any mistakes or anything you want me to add ᡣ𐭩

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