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love after the silence - jay ff
tags :: argument, made out, fluff, a bit spicy¿, couple, working partner, kisses, cozy, soft spoken, happy end, cuddles, love
jay and you had been together for a long time.
you went through ups and downs like every couple, but somehow you always managed to fix things, to find your way back to each other.
it was never easy, especially with his overwhelming work. he’s been going through a stressful phase, which you completely understand but sometimes you wish he would spend more time with you and give you more attention.
that’s why this evening felt different.
jay came back after six days of work-related meetings in a different city.
you heard a knocking sound on the door and jumped out of excitement. you didn’t even realize how much you missed him until you saw him standing there with a bouquet. he looks a bit tired but he’s smiling the moment his eyes found yours. his bag dropped to the floor and the next second his arms were already around you, pulling you close like he needed to make sure you were actually there.
you missed his smell that felt like home, his hands around your waist pulling you closer without even thinking about it, his chin resting on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck.
him.
“missed you,” he mumbled into your hair, pressing you even harder against him.
you smiled against his chest. “yeah? didn’t seem like it with those dry texts.”
he let out a small laugh, pulling back grabbing your chin.
“i was busy, y/n.”
“mhm,” you hummed, rolled your eyes but you were still smiling.
everything felt normal again.
—
it started small. it always does.
you were sitting together on the couch. tv running, your legs resting on his lap. his hands stroking your legs gently. talking, but something felt slightly off. you couldn’t even explain it properly. just the way he answered you, short, distracted not fully focused in your words.
“why are you being like that?” you asked, frowning a little.
“like what?” he replied, not even looking at you properly. like he tries to avoid eye contact with you.
“distant.” you completed your sentence. sharp. short.
he sighed, taking his hands off you. the warmth disappeared instantly as he leaned back, and your legs slowly slipped off his lap, hitting the couch.
for a second, neither of you said anything.
“y/n, i just got back.”
“yeah, and you’re acting like you don’t even wanna be here. did you even miss me?” you replied furrowing your brows.
that made him look at you.
really look at you. but his eyes looked empty. like he really doesn’t want to deal with this right now.
“y/n, are you serious right now?”
“i’m just saying how it feels jay.”
“i’ve been working for six days straight and the first thing you do is complain?” he covered his face with his hands.
you crossed your arms. “i’m not complaining, i’m trying to communicate.”
“no, you’re starting something for no reason, like always.”
that something inside you snapped. you just wanted to talk about how you felt. that’s it.
but somehow, every time you tried, he took it like an attack.like you were blaming him. like you were starting a fight on purpose.
you shook your head slightly, frustration building up again.
“oh so now i’m the problem?”
“i didn’t say that but—”
“you basically did.” you cut him.
his jaw tightened, lips pressed together. “you’re twisting my words.”
“and you’re avoiding the point.”
the air changed. fast. at this point you two are stinging each other. what started as nothing turned into something bigger before either of you could stop it.
voices getting louder, words sharper, both of you talking over each other instead of actually listening. fighting against each other rather than fighting together against the problem.
it wasn’t even about what started it anymore.
it was about everything. the way he behaved. the way he doesn’t listen to you anymore.
he got up and left the living room. left this mess in the living room. left you in that living room. you didn’t even try to stop him. you were annoyed, how can someone be that selfish?
—
hours passed like that.
you were in the shower, letting the water run over you, trying to wash off everything from earlier, the tension, the frustration, him. like maybe if you stood there long enough, your thoughts would quiet down too.
but they didn’t. if anything, they got louder. you pressed your hands against the wall, head slightly lowered as the water kept running. and then it hit you.
the heaviness in your chest.
the kind that makes your throat tighten before you even realize you’re crying. you let out a shaky breath.
“am i so hard to understand?” you whispered to yourself. “why is he never getting my point…”
when you were done showering and got ready for bed, you finally laid down. you pulled the blanket over yourself, scrolling through tiktok just to get your mind on something anything else.
no matter how many videos you watched, nothing really stuck. your thoughts kept slipping back to earlier his voice, his words, the silence after. so you put your phone away and tried to close your eyes.
the room was dim. outside, you could hear cars passing by, distant and constant, like the world was still moving normally even if yours didn’t feel like it.
but the air in your room still felt heavy. and suddenly, the door opens.
jay stepped into the room quietly, acted like nothing happened few hours ago. you didn’t even try to glance at him.
you felt the mattress dip as he sat down, then shifted closer. slowly, carefully, he slid under the blanket next to you. you could feel his fragrance building up beside you.
familiar. warm. jay.
you still didn’t move. didn’t even look at him. silence.
it stretched out between you two, thick and uncomfortable, but neither of you broke it right away until he let out a quiet breath.
then at some point, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“so we’re just gonna ignore this?”
you didn’t even turn around. “there’s nothing to talk about.”
“there is, y/n.” you felt him staring at you.
“i’m tired jay.” you groaned.
“yeah? me too. of this.”
you scoffed quietly. “then go to sleep.”
“you’re unbelievable.”
“and you’re annoying.”
like little kids, both of you wanted to have the last word. it wasn’t loud anymore. but somehow that made it worse.
he ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated, then stood up.
“you know what,” he muttered, grabbing a pillow from the bed. “i’m sleeping on the couch. don’t annoy me.”
you swallowed, but you didn’t let it show. you didn’t want to sleep alone, especially because you still miss him, you needed his warmth.
“okay. go. i don’t care.” you lied, to him and to yourself.
he paused at the door. just for a second. like he was waiting, like he wanted you to say something, stop him, anything.
you didn’t. so he left. the door shut behind him, and the sound echoed more than it should have. and suddenly, the room felt way too empty.
you lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, your chest feeling tight for no reason you wanted to admit.
—
time passed, slowly.
you turned from one side to the other, unable to sleep, your thoughts running in circles. replaying everything.
over and over again.
—
2 a.m.
you somehow fell asleep. probably because you were so emotionally tired and done with your nerves.
the door opens slowly. jay steps in, careful not to make a sound. he pauses when he sees you on the bed. you’re completely sprawled out arms, legs, everything taking over the space like you own it.
he exhales through his nose.
“unbelievable… how such a small person can take up the entire bed,” he mutters under his breath.
he stands there for a second longer, just looking at you. your face is relaxed now. no frustration, no tension. just sleep. he runs a hand through his hair.
“you leave me no other choice,” he says quietly. “i’m not sleeping on that couch again, it’s so uncomfortable.”
carefully, he climbs onto the bed and sits at the edge for a moment, watching you. then he shifts closer.
“you basically took all the pillows too,” he adds under his breath. slowly, he lifts your shirt just slightly, not enough to wake you, just enough to get comfortable. then lays down, resting his head carefully on your stomach.
a long, tired exhale leaves him. like he’s been holding everything in all day and finally let it go.
right before he fully falls asleep, while feeling your stomach going up and down you suddenly flinch hard.
your body jerks awake instantly, shock snapping through you as you realize someone is literally lying on you. i mean who wouldn’t flinch?
jay lifts his head up to you immediately, blinking.
“y/n calm down, it’s me.”
you stare at him, disoriented. “jay… what the hell are you doing on top of me?”
“do you even know how uncomfortable our couch is?you took the whole bed including the pillows. i had no space to rest except here.”
you push his shoulder lightly. “get off me.”
“no,” he says without hesitation, then softens a little. “just… stay like that. i’m tired.”
“jay, i am serious,” you push his shoulder again. “here, take that pillow.”
“no. leave it there,” he says, completely unbothered. then after a beat, “i heard skin-to-skin contact helps people fall asleep faster.”
you let out a quiet laugh, knowing that’s the worst excuse you’ve ever heard. there’s a short silence.
the kind that doesn’t feel as heavy anymore.
then jay shifts slightly, still resting on you.
“why did you even let me sleep there?” he asks suddenly. “why didn’t you stop me?”
you blink at the ceiling. “why should i stop you?” you reply honestly.
he hums like he doesn’t have an answer for that.
another pause.
then he turns his head slightly to look up at you.
“do you want to know something?” he says. “next time you can sleep on the coach and i will take the bed.”
you immediately push his shoulder again.
“stop talking nonsense.”
he laughs under his breath, low and tired. you do too. for a moment, it actually feels… okay.
then your smile fades a little.
“you know,” you say quietly, eyes still on the ceiling, “it did hurt me earlier. i feel like you don’t really understand me sometimes.”
the air shifts slightly again, but not in a bad way this time. jay goes quiet and takes your hand.
you play with a strand of his hair while you wait for him to response.
“i’m sorry,” he says finally, softer now. “i’ve just been really stressed with work. and i think i’ve been… bad at handling everything. including you.”
you glance at him. he looks up to you. you could see the moon reflecting in his sparkly eyes.
“i don’t want you to feel like that,” he continues. “i’ll try to understand you better y/n. properly.”
silence again but lighter. you nod slowly.
your hand, which had been in his hair a moment ago, slowly slides down to his cheek. you pinch it softly.
“you better,” you mumble, trying to sound annoyed but your voice comes out softer than you intended.
jay lets out a quiet breath through his nose, almost a laugh, his eyes closing for a second under your touch.
„come here babe, i don’t want the night to end with a fight“ he says and gets completely on top of you. one hand under your waist the other grabbing you jaw.
you flustered, your heart beats faster, you’ve been waiting for this moment. he holds your jaw gently strokes your cheek with his thumb and leans in for a kiss. you rest your hands behind his head.
the kiss got more and more passionate, a bit messier. it’s clear you both missed each other way too much. your hands slip under his shirt making him fold.
„i love you y/n, so much“ he moaned softly.
“i love you too jay”
and finally the night turned out exactly how you two imagined it. everything felt easier. everything felt lighter.
say it’s fake again - jungwon ff
part 2/2
tags :: fake dating, school trip, enemies to lovers, kisses, make out, teasing, popular m x introvert f, argument, text messages, intimacy, smut, catching feelings
hours pass. you keep avoiding jungwon like he doesn’t exist.
you go shopping with your friends, trying to get your mind off everything and to find a dress for tonight. for jake.
jungwon’s been texting you nonstop. you don’t even open the messages.
at the mall, your friends suddenly stop. “y/n, can you hold our bags? we need to go to the restroom real quick.”
“ofc, i’ll wait here.”
you nod, standing there alone, scrolling on your phone until you look up.
jungwon.
and… his ex.
your breath catches.
what the hell is going on?
they’re not even arguing. not distant. just… normal. walking like nothing ever happened.
are they back together?
your stomach drops.
then jungwon looks up.
sees you.
his eyebrow raises slightly.
you panic and turn around immediately, walking away before he can even react.
your heart is racing.
why do i even care?
“i have jake… and this whole thing with jungwon is fake,” you mumble to yourself. “so why does this feel so… off?”
your friends come back.
“y/n, are you okay? you look out of breath.”
“yeah… it’s just warm in here. can we go?”
they nod, and you all leave the mall, heading back to the hotel.
but your mind?
still stuck on jungwon.
—
“y/n why are you acting so weird since yesterday? you keep ignoring my texts… please answer me.”
you read jungwon’s message while doing your makeup, your hand pausing for a second before you just sigh and ignore it.
your phone starts ringing.
jungwon.
you groan, already annoyed, and pick up.
“WHAT?” you snap, louder than you meant to.
“damn, finally,” he says. there’s noise behind him, like he’s outside. “i’ve been trying to reach you.”
“what do you want? i’m busy.”
“y/n, what’s wrong? why are you so mad?”
you let out a dry laugh. “are you actually that stupid, jungwon?”
silence.
“…what do you mean?”
you take a deep breath, but once you start, you can’t stop.
“listen. i don’t know if you’re just pretending not to get it, but that kiss meant something to me, okay? i’m not the type to just kiss anyone. and then i see you with your ex—twice—laughing, talking like nothing happened… of course that hurt.”
your voice softens just a little.
“i know this was supposed to be fake. but don’t tell me you were acting the whole time. i felt that it wasn’t.”
silence again.
your heart is pounding.
then
“damn… so you like me?”
that’s it.
that’s all he got from that.
you close your eyes, frustration boiling over.
“fuck off. i hate you.”
you hang up.
⸻
you throw your phone on silent and stare at yourself in the mirror.
tight burgundy dress, fitting perfectly.
you look… good.
too good for this mess.
your friends already left for dinner, but you didn’t go.
tonight is for jake.
you spray your perfume, trying to shake off everything from earlier.
then
a knock.
you open the door.
jake.
all black, completely different from earlier.
your eyes instantly travel. his sleeves hug his arms just right, showing off his biceps, veins running down from his forearms to his hands. his long fingers, and you swear it shouldn’t look that attractive.
your gaze flickers up his lips, soft and slightly parted, then his jawline… his adam’s apple moving as he swallows.
wow.
“wow, y/n… you look amazing.”
he’s looking at you the same way.
slow. taking everything in.
you feel your cheeks heat up.
“come in,” you say, a little too quickly.
now it’s just the two of you in the room.
dim lights. quiet. the world outside feels far away.
he steps closer.
close enough for you to notice every detail again. his dark brown eyes, the veins, the way his shirt stretches slightly when he moves, the way his lips curve into a small smile.
“you sure you wanna stay in?” he asks softly, eyes still on you.
“i am confident jake.”
he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. lift up your chin and kissed you.
oh you were waiting for that moment.
he kissed him back. a bit to hard. your hands are traveling down his body. you’re feeling his toned abs.
you forgot everything around you. even jungwon.
the kiss got more and more intense following with the tongue.
he started to unbutton your dress. he’s to good with it but you don’t care. you wanted to forget all the stuff around you and it worked.
your fingers lightly reach into his jeans. fingers hooking just slightly at the edge of his waistband testing, teasing.
he moans. “fuck y/n”
your stomach drops.
you starts to bite your lips. his lips feel so warm and soft.
and suddenly you’re falling back onto the bed.
he’s getting on top of you. taking of his clothes. his body is so toned. veins starting from his vlines to his big friend down there.
you undoes your bra and start kissing your neck.
you moan his name. it feels to good to be real.
and suddenly, the words you told jungwon earlier—about not being the type of girl who just makes out with anyone— don’t have the same meaning anymore.
not when jake is this deep in you.
not when your heart is racing like this.
“you like it?” he said softly. enough to make you come.
you couldn’t resist. you grab his head and put your tongue back into his mouth. he whimpers.
bruises left on your neck down your chest. you felt so good.
- at the dinner table -
everyone is at dinner.
except you.
jungwon keeps calling you—again and again.
no answer.
“why the hell is she not picking up… and where is she?” he mutters under his breath, jaw tight. “this girl…”
his eyes scan the room.
nothing.
no sign of you.
he pushes his chair back and walks over to your friends.
“hey. where’s y/n? i’ve been calling her.”
they look at him, unimpressed.
“she’s got better things to do, i guess,” one of them says with a dry laugh.
“i’m serious,” jungwon repeats, voice sharper now.
the second friend leans in slightly. “yeah. she’s in her room. with someone.”
that hits.
his expression freezes for a second.
“…what?”
“she’s busy,” they add simply, turning away.
silence.
something shifts in him immediately.
his jaw tightens, fingers pressing against his palms as it starts to bleed a bit. he’s angry.
without another word, he stands up so fast the chair scrapes loudly.
he storms out.
people turn to look.
“jungwon, where are you going?” his ex calls after him.
he doesn’t even slow down.
“i need to check something.”
and he’s gone.
meanwhile in the room
you guys are still in heat.
covered in moans whimpers, groans, bites and bruises.
positions switching.
“you feel so good baby, so good tight” jake whimpers
fireworks inside of your stomach. you scratched his back with your nails.
suddenly he pulls out looks at you with those desperate eyes.
fuck that’s attractive.
“be a good girl for me now” he said while he sticks his fingers inside of you. you arched gasping for air.
—
jungwon rushes through the hotel, not thinking straight.
stairs instead of elevator.
fast steps down the hallway.
he’s scanning every door, breathing heavier now.
“ah… here.”
your room.
he stops in front of it.
for a second, everything is quiet.
then a voice.
your voice.
and another name.
“jake… you’re so good.” you moan
jungwon freezes.
his hand that was about to knock drops slowly to his side.
his eyes widen slightly, like his brain is trying to reject what he just heard.
he stands there.
staring at the closed door.
not moving.
not speaking.
just… frozen.
“is she really fucking that dude rn.” he whispered to himself.
outside the room, jungwon is still standing in the hallway.
his fist hits the door once, too hard.
then silence.
he doesn’t wait to hear anything else.
he just turns around and walks away.
until he stops completely near the end of the hallway, hand running through his hair, jaw clenched so tight it hurts. veins filling up with blood cus of anger.
his mind is a mess.
but one thought keeps repeating.
“why do i care about here, she’s a loser. fuck her”
jake looked back during the action. you grabbed his hair and kissed him even harder.
“don’t let someone interrupt us” you said.
he smirked, that smirk was familiar. you felt that somewhere else once.
“why am i thinking about jungwons kiss wtf” you thought.
you got on top of jake to cut that imagination.
—
2 am
you were laying in your bed, which you shared 2 hours ago with jake. you could still smell his fragrance.
your friends have already returned back. they were deep asleep. but you woke up every 10 minutes.
jake felt so good. he couldn’t resist imagining it all over again. you got wet by the thought of it.
you checked your phone.
one message of jake, 1 hour ago.
“you felt so good baby, you were such a good girl. same time tomorrow 😉”
something feels off, i didn’t want to be a playtoy for someone. i mean it felt amazing but you’re still a person that likes genuine love.
like someone playing with your fingers and hair while you’re asleep. someone hugging you from behind and resting their chin at your shoulder
…jungwon???
“fuck no” why were you thinking AGAIN of him.
you scrolled down to see 15 missed calls from him and 18 messages. last ones 2 hours ago.
oh shoot, you didn’t even see that.
you opened the chat.
“y/n where tf are you”
“why are you ignoring me”
“i didn’t mean it like that”
“are you acting up because you saw me with my ex?”
“y/n we were just talking. she has a bf”
“i like it when you’re acting all grumpy and jealousy .”
jealousy? me? fuck no
“we were just talking. we don’t have feelings towards each other. we were just ending things properly.”
…should you believe that?
you closed your phone and exhaled loudly.
“air, i need fresh air”
you stood up, sneaked out quietly not to wake anybody up.
you passed jungwons room, on purpose. just to make sure if he’s asleep or not. just out of curiosity.
before taking the next step, he opens the door.
oh fuck.
he grabs your wrist and pulls you inside of his room.
you screamed out of shock.
“jungwon what the he-“
he cut you off with his hand covering your mouth.
he pushed you back, your back hitting the wall.
eyes locked with yours. his face is straight. no emotions.
right now, your lips are touching his palm, his big hand covers your entirety jaw.
he scans you and stops at your neck.
fuck the hickeys from jake.
“had fun, huh?”
your heart is pulsing like crazy.
you pushed his hand “shut up”
“don’t fucking push me” he grabbed your neck, chocking you softly, still making you gasp.
“you think i didn’t hear you two having fun? you’re getting on my nerves y/n”
he whispered, making you fold completely.
you tried to form a sentence but he cut you off.
“you are fucking mine” he turned you around and pushed you back onto his bed.
oh you’re doomed.
the moonlight make the outlines of his veins more visible. he takes of his shirt and throws it to the side.
his jaw tightens slightly as he looks at you. laying there so scared like a fragile little thing.
“you really fucked him,” he says quietly, like he’s still trying to process it.
there’s something in his voice you’ve never heard before.
not arrogance.
not sarcasm.
“just see” he got on top of you, chocking you again and sticking his tongue where it belongs.
you almost chocked. you kissed him back, you never yearned something that bad.
his other hands slips under your panties.
“fuck, already so wet for me?”
you flustered. what is he doing to you? why is so bratty? why is he so good at everything?
fingers entering inside of you making you moan hardly.
“keep quite, i’m never going to share you y/n. never.”
your head falls to the side. you couldn’t handle his fingers.
he grabs your jaw makes you facing him.
“you’re mine, understand?” he groans.
butterflies exploding inside of you.
jungwon makes you feel things you’ve never felt before. only he makes you feel like that.
you see him unbuttoning his pants. oh you know what’s gonna happen now.
“jungwon stop it” you whimper uncontrollably.
“who do you belong to” he teases you while speeding up the rhythmus.
you moaned his name. and he likes it.
who thought that it would end like this?
who thought that keeping three simple rules would be that hard?
say it’s fake again - jungwon ff
part 1/2
completed
tags :: fake dating, school trip, enemies to lovers, kisses, make out, teasing, popular m x introvert f, argument, text messages, intimacy, smut, catching feelings
everybody knew jungwon as the popular, handsome guy at school. total girl magnet. girls would literally drop everything for him, all because of his charming looks and that cocky, kinda selfish personality.
you never really got the hype. like yeah, he’s handsome… but that’s it.
and somehow, out of all people, he ended up being your seatmate, always cracking dumb jokes and asking for homework like it’s his full-time job. he seriously acts like the world revolves around him.
you wake up, get ready, and head to school like any other day.
on the bus, you find a seat and are just about to put your headphones in when you hear whispering behind you.
“omg did you hear? jungwon and his gf broke up.”
“WHAT? no way. do you think i have a chance with him now?”
you let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head as you finally put your headphones in, playing fever – enhypen.
still… you couldn’t help but feel a little surprised.
you found yourself wondering what even happened.
i mean, yeah he’s a total jerk, but he’s also known for being loyal, the kind of “every girl’s dream” boyfriend.
“why do i even care?”
you sigh and turn up the volume as your stop gets closer.
the bell rings and you make your way to your seat, only to find jungwon already sitting there.
he looks… normal? too normal for someone who apparently just had a breakup.
“morning nerd. have you done the homework?”
“stop calling me nerd, jungwon.”
he just giggles like you didn’t even say anything. “whatever. you got it or not?”
“jungwon, why do you always ask me and why the hell do you never do it yourself?” you’re already annoyed before the day even properly starts.
he leans back in his chair like he owns it. hips back legs slightly spreading. “geez, i didn’t have time yesterday. and you’re like… the only kind-hearted girl i know.” he smirks.
you scoff, clearly not buying it. “you’re so funny. why don’t you ask one of the other girls who are obsessed with you? or your girlfriend—” you pause for half a second too late. “she’s literally in the same course.”
silence.
that was… not supposed to come out like that.
jungwon’s expression doesn’t change much, but something in the air does.
“ex.”
you blink. “what?”
he shrugs slightly, eyes still on you but unreadable now. “ex.”
“oh.”
your voice comes out smaller than you meant it to. “what why?!”
but before he can answer, the classroom door slides open and the teacher walks in.
“good morning everyone. as you know, we’ve been discussing the class trip. well… plans finally implemented. our journey will start next week.”
the class immediately stirs with noise, excited whispers, chairs moving, chaos filling the room.
but you don’t really hear any of it.
because jungwon still hasn’t looked away from you properly. you glanced at him but he immediately turned around.
the lesson passed as usual and you were heading home. you forgot about the whole situation in school because you were hella excited for the trip and spend time and create memories with your friends.
days pass, it’s the night before the class trip.
your suitcase is packed, everything’s done, and you’re just lying on your bed scrolling through your phone, trying to relax.
then ding.
a message. from jungwon??
“y/n, i need your help.”
what.
“no, i won’t send you the homework.” you reply immediately.
a few seconds later:
“you’re funny. i’m serious. you need to do me a favor.”
okay… that tone is new.
no sarcasm, no jokes. just straight.
you sit up a little.
“what do you need that late at night, jungwon?”
there’s a longer pause this time. too long.
“you know the trip tomorrow. i need to make my ex jealous. we have to act like a couple on this journey.”
you stare at the message.
once.
twice.
three times.
your heart literally drops.
is he fucking serious???
he continues typing.
“i know, i know it sounds extremely weird and you’re probably asking yourself why i chose you. you’re the only girl i know who isn’t head over heels for me. just for this one week, please.”
again… that same cocky tone. like he already knows you’ll agree.
you type back quickly.
“yk that’s not the smartest decision. why are you playing with someone’s emotions?”
a short pause.
“y/n, you don’t know what happened between us. what i’m planning is harmless compared to what she did to me.”
you squint at the screen.
“now i want to know the beef.”
“funny. maybe tomorrow. see you at the bus station. we’ll discuss how we’ll fake it.”
your eyes widen.
“what the hell jungwon who said i’m down for it?”
read.
typing…
“i know i can always rely on you 😉 see you.”
he’s offline.
you stare at your phone for a second before dropping it onto your bed.
“arghhhh how much i hate him,” you groan.
so conceited. so annoying. so typical jungwon.
- the next morning -
you barely sleep that night. every time you close your eyes, it’s jungwon’s message replaying in your head.
in the morning, you sit at your vanity, staring at your dark circles.
“all because of him…” you mumbled.
⸻
at the bus station, it’s loud and full of students. you’re scanning the crowd when you see her—jungwon’s ex.
with a new guy. what.
you freeze.
she cheated on him?
⸻
on the bus, you sit down, waiting for your friend. but then
jungwon.
he takes the seat next to you.
“ehm, that seat is taken,” you say.
“forgot? we’re starting now.”
you sigh. “ugh, you’re so selfish. then tell me, what happened between you two?”
his eyes land on you. “you already saw it, you really think i did not see how you were looking for me”
“i was looking for my friends.”
he laughs. “sure.”
you grab your headphones.
“let me hear,” he says, slipping one in.
moonstruck by enhypen
it got dark. most students were asleep, a few still playing games, others just staring out the window at the passing lights.
sleep deprivation finally hits you.
you turn your head slightly.
jungwon is asleep.
his hair is messy now, falling over his eyes, face relaxed in a way you’ve never really seen before.
he actually looks… good. not annoying. not cocky. just quiet.
you close your eyes too.
⸻
hours pass.
you’re half asleep, completely out of it, when something shifts.
a soft weight against your cheek.
you blink slowly.
you’re leaning on jungwon’s shoulder.
before you can even fully process it, you feel his fingers lightly playing with yours… and his other hand playing with your hair.
your eyes snap open.
you sit up immediately.
jungwon is already awake, looking at you like nothing happened.
he lets out a quiet laugh.
“you’re really good at faking our relationship.”
—
the bus finally stops. you’ve arrived.
everyone rushes off, grabbing suitcases and laughing, the whole class hyped for the trip.
you and your friends head into your room.
“i am so hyped guys,” you say, dropping your bag.
“y/n why were you sitting next to jungwon on the bus? i thought you were just seatmates.”
you hesitate. “i mean… we are. promise you won’t tell anyone.”
“duh, we’re your friends.”
so you tell them everything. the fake dating, the message, the plan. even show them the chat.
their reactions aren’t what you expected.
“y/n… you’re being way too much of a people pleaser. he’s just using you.”
“yeah, he takes and takes but never gives anything back.”
“just tell him to leave you the fuck alone.”
their words stick in your head more than you want to admit.
“you guys are right… i am gonna tell him that i am not his slave”
⸻
you leave the room.
jungwon’s hotel door.
knock.
he opens it, surprised.
“jungwon, we need to talk.”
he tilts his head. “ohhh, you’re imitating me now.”
“i’m serious. can you let me in?”
he steps aside.
inside, it’s just him.
“look… i told my friends and they said this is a bad idea—”
“are you fucking serious?” his voice cuts through yours immediately. “you told them? that should’ve stayed between us, y/n.”
you freeze.
you’ve never heard him like this.
“your stupid friends are probably just jealous. are you that blind?”
that snaps something in you.
“don’t talk about my friends like that. they said you’re the problem. so fuck off.”
you turn to leave but
he grabs your wrist and pulls you back.
“i think the only stupid thing is them finding out you tried to hit on one of their boyfriend. don’t you think?”
your breath catches.
“jungwon, what the fuck are you talking about?”
he leans in slightly. “you really think i don’t know things about you? i have connections. guys gossip more than you think.”
his grip tightens just a bit.
“wouldn’t it be embarrassing if people found out? or even the whole class?”
you shove him back, anger rising.
“that’s taken out of context. you don’t know anything.”
he doesn’t move.
“people don’t care about truth. they care about rumors.”
a pause.
“so we still have a deal, right?”
your eyes locked in.
“y/n, listen. it’s not that deep. no kissing, no making out, no sex”
you could believe what you just heard.
he pauses, watching your reaction like he’s trying to measure how far you’ll go.
“you can ignore me, hate me, whatever… just not in public. there, you act like it’s real.”
you stare at him.
“you’re unbelievable,” you say quietly.
jungwon shrugs, like this is the most normal thing in the world. “it’s simple.”
“nothing about you is simple.”
a beat of silence hangs between you two.
then he leans back slightly, voice lower now, less sharp than before.
“just for the trip, y/n. after that, it’s over.”
“i hope those 5 days will pass fast as possible”
you stormed out of the door still couldn’t believe what just happened.
but you know, you need to play along or else you will loose all your friends…
—
next morning.
you head downstairs to get breakfast, still half asleep, when suddenly
arms wrap around your waist from behind.
“good morning, babe.”
your body freezes for a second.
you turn your head slightly. jungwon.
you force yourself to relax, then hug him back just enough for it to look real.
“how much i hate you,” you whisper into his ear with a smile plastered on your face so nobody notices.
around you, people immediately start staring. whispering. pointing. of course.
you already hate it.
he just laughs like it’s entertaining. “slept well?”
you nod.
you both sit down and eat like nothing is weird about this situation.
then
a hand on your thigh.
you nearly choke.
“jungwon.”
“what? play along.” he glances at you, amused. “why are you so red?”
“i am not red,” you hit his arm. “it’s just… very warm here.”
he snorts. “yeah. like 10 degrees. super warm.”
you glare at him.
“never had a boyfriend, i see.”
“fuck off.”
he laughs again, then leans in slightly. “i’ve got the best plan. tomorrow we go clubbing. that’s how we make her jealous. wear something tight. we’ll kill it.”
your expression drops. “what are you planning to do? remember the rules.”
he pushes your shoulder lightly, still laughing. “you pervert. i would never break the rules.”
⸻
after breakfast, you go jogging with your friends. luckily, they’ve already moved on from the jungwon situation.
you stop at a matcha shop.
you’re about to order when you glance at the cashier.
oh.
he’s hot. fucking hot.
fluffy brown hair, glasses, and somehow unfairly pretty hands. they are so veiny.
you order, trying to act normal, but he keeps looking at you while making the drink.
“y/n, he’s staring at you,” your friend whispers.
you feel your face heat up.
when you’re about to leave, he stops you.
“hey… can I get your number? you look cute.”
no cockiness. no attitude. just genuine.
you hesitate for a second… then type your number into his phone.
your friends immediately start cheering behind you.
and for the first time that day
you don’t think about jungwon.
—
evening.
you guys plan to go to the beach. grill marshmallows, sausages, just hang out around the fire.
you keep checking your phone, half-expecting a text from the matcha guy.
nothing.
instead
a message from jungwon.
“hey y/n wear my hoodie for the grill tonight. i’ll leave it in front of your door.”
you roll your eyes immediately.
“eww okay.”
⸻
you find the hoodie waiting outside your door.
and against your better judgment… you put it on.
it’s way too comfy.
and it smells good. annoyingly good. probably his perfume.
“of course it does,” you mumble.
⸻
at the beach, everyone sits in a circle around the fire.
you naturally end up next to jungwon.
and of course, your hands are already intertwined.
at first it’s just for show.
but then he starts doing things without thinking. lightly playing with your thumb. occasionally squeezing your hand a little tighter when he laughs.
your stomach twists.
not butterflies.
just… stomach ache.
yeah. definitely that.
suddenly your phone vibrates in your pocket.
you quickly reach for it.
it’s the matcha guy.
“heyyy i’m so sorry for texting this late. i was running the shop alone and was really stressed. i hope you’re doing well. btw my name is jake :)”
so his name is jake.
you smile at your phone without thinking.
jungwon notices immediately.
“what are you laughing at?” he asks, already reaching for your phone.
“who’s that?”
his voice is flat. no teasing this time.
you’ve heard this tone before and you don’t like it.
“chill, it’s just a guy i met earlier.”
he nods slowly.
but something feels off.
he’s not looking at you anymore.
not joking. not squeezing your hand like before.
just… quiet.
then suddenly, he pulls you closer.
your back hits his chest as his arms wrap around you.
he takes your phone and closes it.
“text him when you’re inside,” he says lowly, “not when i’m next to you.”
your heart skips.
you can feel his breath near your ear, his chin resting on your shoulder, his hoodie warm around you, that same woody scent hitting you again. soft, sweet, almost distracting.
and for some reason, you don’t move away.
“what the hell am i doing here” you thought to yourself.
—
next morning.
you barely slept. you were texting jake the whole night.
he’s funny in a way that doesn’t feel forced. easy to talk to. it just… clicks.
⸻
same routine.
you go downstairs and see jungwon.
he pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead.
“you look tired. were you up all night?” he asks, slightly confused.
“damn… can you tell that?”
he lets out a small laugh
then it drops.
“you were texting jake the whole night, i see.”
what.
your head snaps up.
“how do you know?”
he shrugs, but his voice is flat. too calm.
“i know you, y/n.”
he steps back.
something about him feels… different today.
“what’s wrong with you?” you ask quietly.
⸻
breakfast is quiet.
too quiet.
you try to break it.
“so… today’s the big day, huh?”
“yeah. i’m excited.”
you hesitate. “can i ask you something?”
his eyes flick to you.
“do you really want to do this? do you want her that badly?”
a pause.
“i don’t know what i want,” he says finally. “that’s something you need to understand about me. even i don’t get myself sometimes.”
his gaze shifts between your eyes.
“let’s start easy. do you still love her?”
your stomach tightens. why were you scared of his response?
“i can’t love someone who betrayed me like that.”
silence again.
he pushes his chair back.
“i’m going upstairs.”
but as he passes you, he lightly ruffles your hair.
soft. almost careless.
like he didn’t just say something heavy enough to sit in your chest.
and you’re left sitting there, realizing
he really doesn’t know what he wants.
—
the big evening.
you actually wore the dress he told you to wear—black, slit on the side, a little sparkly but not too much.
your hair is curled, makeup done properly for once.
you feel… good. too good.
you take a selfie and send it to jake.
read.
typing…
“that’s different from yesterday morning when i saw you in joggers 😂 you look really good, where are you going?”
you smile.
“to a club with my class, the one near the beach.”
“oh i know that one. i wish i could come but i’m out of town :( stay safe and be careful ❤️”
your stomach does that annoying flip again.
you don’t overthink it.
you hear a knock.
⸻
you open the door.
jungwon.
“are you rea—”
he stops mid-sentence.
his eyes travel over you, slow.
you roll your eyes. “yes, i’m ready. lmao.”
you grab his arm and pull him out.
“guess we’ll rock it.”
he doesn’t answer right away.
he just keeps looking at you like he forgot how to speak.
⸻
at the club.
music loud, lights flashing, bodies everywhere.
couples everywhere too. you immediately hate it.
jungwon keeps a hand on your waist the entire time. once you enter the crowd, he pulls you even closer.
and there she is.
his ex.
with someone else.
you feel his grip tighten slightly.
great. mission started.
you turn back to him, slipping your arms around his neck. he rests his hands on your hips.
too close. too natural.
you look at each other.
“you look nice, y/n,” he says quietly. “i’m serious.”
you smile, trying to ignore how your chest tightens.
his gaze keeps dropping. then lifting. like he can’t decide where to look.
he looks away first.
“y/n—fuck, they’re making out.”
you start to turn around but suddenly
“i’m sorry,”
“for breaking rule one and two.”
before you can react he grabs your chin and turns your face back to him.
his lips meeting yours. they felt so soft and warm. he got passionate with it.
you are feeling too many emotions rn.
he grabs you even harder and starts putting his tongue inside your mouth. you run your hands trough his hair and grab it.
fuck it feels so good.
you forget the whole world around you. you are feeling his tongue exploring your mouth.
you quietly moan. quite enough him to realize. you feel him smirking trough the kiss.
fuck that’s so hot.
you both gasp for air and staring in each others eyes.
why are you so into him?
“you did so good” jungwon compliments you.
you melted.
—
hours pass.
you’re still not over it.
a make out session with jungwon.
of all people.
you try to distract yourself. laughing with your friends, dancing, pretending everything feels normal again.
but it doesn’t.
and the worst part?
you haven’t seen him since.
⸻
you’re tired now. done for the night.
you step outside the club, cool air hitting your face, and reach for your phone.
you hesitate.
then you call him.
calling jungwon…
declined.
you stare at the screen.
maybe accidental.
you try again.
calling jungwon…
declined again.
your stomach drops a little.
“okay… what is happening?”
you try a third time
but stop.
because you hear him.
his voice.
and a girl’s.
you pause.
slowly, you walk around the side of the building.
and there he is.
jungwon.
with his ex.
talking. close.
too close.
your breath catches.
your heart starts beating faster but not in the way it did earlier.
this one hurts.
they were just talking.
no yelling. no arguing.
no “why did you kiss her”
no “why did you cheat on me”
just… normal.
and then—
he laughs.
that sound hits you harder than anything else.
your chest tightens.
did the kiss mean nothing to him?
you feel your eyes sting, tears forming before you can stop them.
you turn around quickly and walk away before they can see you.
⸻
back at the hotel, everything feels heavier.
quiet. empty.
“he really doesn’t know what he wants…”
you wipe your makeup off, not even caring if it smudges, and change into your pajamas.
your friends aren’t back yet.
good.
you don’t feel like talking.
you grab your phone and call jake.
you just need a distraction. something… easy.
calling jake…
no answer.
you stare at the screen for a second, then toss your phone onto the bed.
you curl up under the blanket, facing the wall.
“i hate you, jungwon.”
and this time
you actually mean it.
—
the third morning.
you’re staring at the ceiling, replaying last night over and over again.
jungwon… talking to her.
like nothing ever happened.
no anger. no tension.
just… normal.
your chest tightens.
then—
the kiss.
your breath hitches a little and you squeeze your eyes shut.
damn it. your knees feel weak just thinking about it.
but then the anger comes right back.
“he’s such a jerk… he’s always been.”
you sit up, grabbing your phone.
that’s it. you’re done.
you’ll ignore him today. completely.
no fake dating, no playing along, nothing.
he used you. played with you. and you let him.
never again.
ding. you look at your phone.
jake.
your mood instantly shifts.
you open the message.
“i’m so sorry, i didn’t see your call yesterday. drinks on me today?”
you smile without even realizing it.
and just like that your heart feels a little lighter.
—
you decided to skip breakfast and go straight to the matcha shop. you wanted to avoid seeing jungwon as much as you can today.
jake lights up the moment he sees you.
“omg y/n, glad you came. i’m really sorry about yesterday.”
“it’s okay,” you smile. “it wasn’t that urgent.”
you grabbed some drinks and head out for a walk while he’s on break.
and somehow… it just flows.
conversation after conversation, no awkward pauses, no forcing anything.
you laugh more than you expected. way more.
time passes too fast.
with jake, everything feels easy.
⸻
ding.
your phone.
you glance down.
jungwon: “y/n where are you? haven’t seen you since yesterday”
you lock your phone.
jungwon: “did i leave you speechless cause of the kiss yesterday hahaha”
you roll your eyes.
what a jerk.
“who’s bothering you?” jake asks, noticing your expression.
“oh, nothing. just my stupid group chat,” you lie. “they’re planning something for tonight.”
he nods, then smiles slightly.
“honestly, that sounds boring. what if we hang out tonight instead? after i close the shop.”
you don’t even hesitate.
“yeah. i’d like that.”
and you really do.
⸻
eventually, his break ends.
you stop in front of the shop.
“see you tonight, y/n,” he says, his voice softer now.
his eyes linger on yours… then briefly on your lips. your cheeks heat up.
you hug him, a bit longer than you planned.
his arms tighten slightly around you.
then a quick kiss on your cheek. and the smirk he gave you before turning around?
dangerous.
and somehow you are really excited for tonight.
tbc…