Dealing with some family health stuff. Sorry to anyone who's waiting on play pretend part 2. I'm really not in the headspace for writing at the moment. Will post it as soon as I'm able to.
PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO PART TWO
What the actual fuck. JUST as I post this, i get a notification about fated to be yours kdkskdbd which wouldn't be anything special if it hadn't been agesss since that fic has seen the daylight through anyone at all
Summary: When your enemy-turned- roommate goes on a date one night, you're left to deal with your jealousy on your own. That is until Jaehyun returns home early and catches you mid act, his name spilling from your lips like a confession you never meant to make.
Genre: smut,enemies-to lovers, roommates- to lovers(?)
Word count: 4,718
Warnings: oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, self pleasure (fem), hair pulling, calling eachother names, banter/bickering, swearing, jealousy, both lowkey down bad
Taglist: @bridgertonletsgo
Author's note: This is written on 2 hours of sleep combined across multiple nights. And I keep finding new flaws each time I reread, but my brain is too fried to care anymore. Based on that bathroom part in the vcr at the fancon and my previous fic. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated as it helps me to keep writing. I hope you enjoy!
Dislaimer:This work is purely fictional. Any resemblance to real person(s) is used solely for creative and fictional purposes and should not be understood as factual representation.
The first problem was that your roommate moved out. The second problem was that rent was due in three weeks. The third problem was him.
Jeong Jaehyun.
At the time, you naively didn't even realise he would become the biggest problem of all.
You found out about your roommate leaving on a Thursday evening.
"I've got news," she announced.
You immediately knew something was up.
"Why do I feel like youāre gonna tell me something bad?"
She laughed nervously.
Because she was doing exactly that.
Apparently, her boyfriend had gotten a new apartment so they'd decided to move in together.
And she would be gone by the end of the month.
You looked at her dumbfounded.
Then you asked the only question that mattered.
"What happens to rent?"
The answer was exactly as awful as you'd expected.
The apartment wasn't cheap.
You could manage your half comfortably.
The full amount?
Not a chance.
So for the next two weeks, your life became one long search for a roommate.
You interviewed everyone.
Students.
Coworkers.
Friends of friends.
Even strangers from rental websites.
And every single one was somehow worse than the previous candidate.
One showed up forty minutes late.
One asked if you'd mind sharing your room because "walls are kind of a social construct."
Like what the actual fuck?
One spent ten minutes explaining cryptocurrency eventho none of the questions you had asked him were about cryptocurrency.
It was safe to say that you were losing hope fast.
Then one afternoon you got a text from a mutual friend.
Hey. Weird question.
Do you still need a roommate?
Maybe...why?
Jaehyun needs somewhere to stay.
You stared at the message almost offended.
Then immediately typed back.
Absolutely not. I'd rather die.
The response came seconds later.
He said you'd say that.
Of course he did.
You'd known each other for years.
Not by choice exactly, but because somehow, he was always present in your life one way or the other. It started with mutual friends then came the mutual events and it blossomed in mutual annoyance. And every encounter somehow ended in an argument.
You couldn't stand him.
He couldn't stand you.
At least that was what you told yourself.
Then your friend sent another message.
He's desperate.
You almost laughed at the text but then looked around your apartment, and remembered your bank account. And quickly came to the realisation that you had no right to laugh at him when you were on the verge of ending on the streets yourself if you didn't find a roommate soon.
A deep sigh left you.
The kind of sigh people made before making life-altering mistakes.
What shows he secretly watched when nobody was around.
You knew he hummed while cooking.
You knew he left cabinet doors open.
You knew he got grumpy when he was tired.
You knew entirely way too much.
One Friday evening you were met with a mouth watering smell as soon as you opened the front door.
It seemed like Jaehyun was cooking for once.
There was no way, right?
Following the delicious smell, you walked into the kitchen and looked over to the stove.
"What are you making?"
"Dinner."
"No shit, Sherlock."
"Then donāt ask if you already know."
He pointed a spoon at you.
"You know, conversations are usually easier when people don't start with stupid questions."
You scoffed.
āThatās a bold way to announce that you're too stupid to handle basic conversation.ā
He laughed and just handed you a spoonful to taste.
You immediately froze.
Because he was suddenly very close.
Close enough to see every detail of his face. Close enough to feel the softness of his hoodie brush your skin. Close enough that your heart immediately started behaving like an idiot.
"Well?" he asked.
You quickly tasted it. "It's good... I guess."
His grin appeared. "Damn. Such high praise? I thought you'd spit it out."
"Don't get used to it."
"I think I will."
His lips curved into a smile when he got the last word in, and those irresistibly cute dimples made your heart skip a beat
You knew something was up with him all day, so when you walked into the living room, you were already prepared to be annoyed, but the sight in front of you nearly took you out.
Jaehyun was changing the middle of your living room, standing in front of the near full-length mirror. And you could swear you heard your brain shut down like those old Windows computers.
A white shirt was hanging loose from one hand while he stood there completely shirtless. Looking every bit like he walked straight out of your wildest dreams.
Endlessly broad shoulders on display. Those defined biceps, which you wanted to take a bite out of. A toned chest and a set of abs that looked like they belonged in a fitness ad instead of your living room.
You completely froze. And for one terrible second, your eyes lingered.
Then another second.
Then another.
His voice cut through the silence.
"Like what you see?"
You snapped your gaze upward.
He was already looking at you.
Smirking.
The worst part, tho?
He didn't seem embarrassed at all.
In fact, he looked delighted.
Absolutely basking in delight.
Your face heated immediately.
"Don't flatter yourself."
"Oh, I'm not." His grin widened.
"Your expression is doing all the flattering for me."
You scoffed and tried to walk past him.
Unfortunately, that required getting closer.
Which only made you notice things you definitely didn't want to notice.
The definition in his shoulders.
The way his arms flexed as he casually held the shirt.
The absolutely unfair muscle definition across his stomach. All the way down to his v-line that was dangerously peeking out...
You looked away so fast your neck almost hurt.
A low laugh escaped him.
"There it is again."
"There is what again?"
"That look."
"There is no look."
"Right." He nodded. "And you weren't staring at my abs thirty seconds ago."
You cleared your throat in a desperate attempt to play it nonchalantly.
"I was not staring."
"You absolutely were."
"I was distracted."
"By my abs."
"No!"
"By my shoulders, then?"
You hid your face in your hands, giving yourself away.
His eyes lit up immediately.
"Oh my God, it was the shoulders."
"Shut up."
He laughed.
Actually doubled over laughing at you.
The jerk looked impossibly pleased with himself.
"You know," he said, pulling on the shirt at an agonizingly slow pace, "for someone who claims to hate me, you spend a surprising amount of time looking at me."
You folded your arms.
"Trust me. Nothing about this changes the fact that you're insufferable."
"Mm." He buttoned another button.
"That's not denial."
You glared at him.
He grinned right back.
You let out a frustrated sigh and sat down on the couch, side eying him.
He looked back into the mirror, now finally dressed in that white button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up neatly, displaying his delicious forearms, dark pants, his hair styled up instead of being in his eyes like usual. And he'd decided to wear cologne.
The exact same one that turns you into a mess everytime he wears it.
It's enough not to be overwhelming.
Yet just perfectly enough to make you painfully aware of it.
Your stomach twisted.
Because he looked good.
Really good.
Unfairly good.
Jaehyun noticed you staring again. And a slow smirk crept back on his handsome face.
"Take a pic. It'll last longer."
You looked away immediately, ignoring his words.
"Why are you dressed like that?"
His grin widened once again.
"Like what?"
"You know exactly what."
Jaehyun made eye contact through the mirror as he adjusted his cuff,
"I've got a date."
Your stomach dropped completely.
A date. Right. Why wouldn't he...
He was attractive, charismatic when he wanted to be, and infuriatingly good at making people like him, so it was only a given that he had dates lined up for him.
You forced a shrug.
"Poor girl."
His mouth twitched.
"Jealous?"
"In your dreams."
He laughed.
"You wish I was."
That was all you managed.
"Oh?"
Jay tilted his head.
"You sound disappointed."
You scoffed.
"In your dreams."
"Mhm."
You rolled your eyes to convince him, or maybe convince yourself.
"Have fun." You said, even if the words tasted like ashes in your throat.
His gaze lingered on you.
Longer than necessary.
Then his grin returned.
"Try not to miss me too much, princess."
"Get out."
He left, laughing at your frustration all the way out the door.
But this time, the sound didn't give you the usual butterflies. Instead, it felt like a knife slowly being twisted inside of you.
Jaehyun wasn't yours.
He never had been.
He never would be.
So why did the idea of him going on a date make you feel sick?
You watched half a movie, you couldn't focus. You opened a book, didn't read a word. You checked the clock, then, checked it again ten minutes later.
This was pathetic.
Absolutely pathetic.
You weren't jealous.
Why would you be jealous.
No, that definitely wasn't it.
You wereā
Okay.
You were jealous.
A little.
Fine.
A lot.
Some girl was probably sitting across from him right now. Laughing at his stupid genius jokes. Looking at him the way you tried not to.
You tried distracting yourself again, but it didn't help. It's like your brain insisted on imagining things just to torture you.
Was he having fun?
Was she pretty?
Was she making him laugh?
Did she get to see that smile?
The one that made you fall in love with him the first time.
The thought made your heartache worse.
Hours kept passing. And you were becoming increasingly miserable.
By ten o'clock, you were stretched out on the couch, phone in hand, trying to scroll through social media, but every few minutes, your thoughts drifted right back to the same thing.
Him.
Specifically, the moment you'd walked into the living room earlier.
You groaned and dropped your phone onto your chest.
This was pathetic. Actually pathetic.
You pressed a pillow over your face.
You weren't supposed to notice things about him. You certainly weren't supposed to remember them hours later. And yet your brain kept supplying details without your permission.
His broad shoulders.
His strong arms.
His stupid abs that were way too unnecessarily defined.
Even the way he'd looked completely at ease standing there while you forgot how to function.
Heat crept up your neck.
You shifted on the couch.
"Seriously?" you muttered to yourself.
The memory should have faded by now.
Instead, it seemed to be getting worse.
Every time you remembered the look on his face when he'd caught you staring, your stomach tightened.
Not in a bad way, which was exactly the problem. A very, very annoying problem.
Why him? Of all people, why him?
The guy was insufferable.
Arrogant.
Smug.
Impossible.
And somehow that only made remembering his self-satisfied grin worse.
Your pulse kicked up at the thought.
You immediately sat upright.
"No."
Absolutely not.
You were not doing this.
You were not lying on your couch thinking about Jaehyun or his perfect body.
Unfortunately for you, telling yourself not to think about him only made his face appear in your mind again.
His laugh.
His teasing.
His deep voice.
A strange restless energy settled under your skin. So you stand up and walk to the kitchen. Get a glass of water. And sit back down, drinking the cold water in one go.
The coldness lasted approximately thirty seconds before your thoughts wandered right back to him.
"You're actually the worst," you informed the empty room.
But no matter what you did, he didn't leave your mind. So much so, it got you bothered.
And there was no way you could ignore it at this point.
Jaehyun wouldn't be back in a few hours if he got back at all tonight. So technically, you could do whatever you wanted right now.
It felt so wrong.
How could you think about him of all people like this? How could your own body betray you like this? But the ache between your legs only got worse the more you tried to reason.
So before you know it, your hands are gliding down your own body all the way until you reach the waistband of your shorts. You could still stop now. You should stop now, but the need for relief overtakes your senses.
The moment your fingers come in contact with your soaking cunt, you let out a deep moan.
"Mmmgh...fuck,"
Your shorts and panties are pulled aside just enough that you can feel the cold air in the apartment on your skin.
Your thoughts drift to how it would feel like to run your hands over his body as your fingers glide through your already soaked folds and you start circling your clit.
"Ohh...Jaehyun..."
The quickly forming puddle on the couch is the least of your concerns as you keep imagining how good he'd feel inside of you. How he'd fil you up just right. All the way until neither of you'd know where he ends and where you start.
The vivid images make your pussy clench around nothing. So you ease the ache by pushing two fingers gently inside and immediately curling them to hit that spot that makes your toes curl every time.
"Fuckk...hnngh"
You slowly push in and out, your cunt squelching at the pace. And you feel the obscene nosies mixed with your loud moans, bounce off the walls in the empty apartment. Making the whole thing feel even more wrong.
Yet so good.
You imagine how pretty his skin would look with your marks all over him. How his deep voice would sound in your ears when he's overwhelmed with pleasure. How good his body would feel against yours as he fucks you into the couch.
"Jaehyunnn...please,"
Your coated fingers desperately thrust into yourself to the thought of his cock twitching inside of you as you'd feel him get close. Which only makes the coil in your stomach tighten as you pick up the pace.
You're almost there already. The combination of your imagination and your movements are enough to bring you to the edge.
Almost-
"Please what, princess?"
For one horrible moment, you can feel your soul actually leaving your body as you lock up and register his voice at the same time.
No! You heard wrong. He isn't home. He can't be-
Slowly, you lift your head.
And to your absolute horror, Jaehyun is, in fact, standing by the doorway. One shoulder leaning against the frame and wearing that infuriating smirk across his face in pure delight.
Oh no.
No.
No no no.
You quickly pull up your shorts and try to hide yourself with a pillow.
"How- how long have you been standing there?"
His grin only widens.
"Long enough."
You wanted to disappear. Have the earth swallow you immediately and forever.
"I wasn'tā"
"You were moaning my name."
"I wasn't."
"You absolutely were."
"I-"
"You missed me."
"I didn't."
"You did."
"I didn't."
He walked over and leaned down slightly. Close enough that you could smell the cologne again. Close enough that your heart started acting up again.
"Princess," he murmured, clearly enjoying every second of this, "If you wanted me that badly, a little asking wouldāve gone a long way."
Before you can react, heās already on the couch, straddling you and trapping you there, his hands braced on either side of your head.
"Is this what you do when I'm not home?"
He grabs your hand, the same one you just used on yourself, and kisses up your wrist, whilst looking deep into your eyes.
"I- I don't-"
"You're such a bad liar, baby"
Slowly, he kisses up your hand, tongue flicking out to lick the same fingers you just used on yourself.
"Mhmm. How sweet."
You freeze, breath hitching as you stare at him in disbelief.
"That little act of yoursāthat so-called āhateā you feel for meāisnāt really working, is it princess?ā
You unconsciously press your thighs together, and his gaze darkensāsomething in his expression shifting in a way youāve never seen before.
"You want me?"
Your breath catches.
"I asked you a question."
"...Yes."
"Yes, what? Use your words."
"Yes, I...I want you."
"But we shouldn't..." You start whispering, not because you didnāt want him. Because wanting him had become the only thing you could think about for months now.
His answer was quieter.
āI know.ā
But he didnāt pull back. And you didnāt either.
His thumb brushed against your slightly parted mouth.
"I've wanted to taste these pretty lips for so long now..."
His eyes flicker up to yours, and you see the desperation in them.
"Tell me to stop before I lose my mind."
Unable to deny himāor yourselfāany longer, you pull him in by the back of his neck and press your lips to his in a firm, decisive kiss.
The kiss doesn't begin gently.
It starts like something is breaking. Like months of restraint finally giving up at once, like every ignored glance and unfinished sentence collapsing into a single, undeniable moment. His hand rises to your face like heās been waiting too long to remember he was always allowed to touch you. You, in turn, grab onto his shoulders as you deepen the kiss. His warm tongue glides across your bottom lip, and you instinctively open up as you both can't seem to get enough.
You'd imagined this so many times. To the point a part of you had started to believe the real thing could never live up to it. But the moment his lips met yours, every version you'd ever invented just vanished into thin air.
He slowly makes his way down your jaw, all the way to your neck, leaving behind little kisses like promises on your skin.
He looks up, searching for your eyes, "can I keep going?"
You nod immediately, too breathless to speak a word.
He smiles back at you before slowly settling between your legs.
His hands slide down your body. Over your the swell of your breasts, down your stomach and along your thighs.
"You're so beautiful..."
Jaehyun slowly pushes your thighs apart and gently yet firmly, starts pressing kisses on the inside of your thigh. Every kiss closer to where you wanted him the most. And he doesn't take long either before you feel his tongue licking a fat stripe over your shorts.
You gasp at the sensation.
Jaehyun smirks at your reaction before kissing up your core until he reaches the edge of your shorts. With quick hands, he removes the barrier between himself and what he wants. After making sure with you one last time.
You draw a sharp breath as the cold air hits your pulsing cunt for the second time that night. His fingers gently press into your thighs, keeping them apart.
A deep, unrestrained moan falls from his lips as he sees how worked up you already are.
"What a pretty princess, you are." he praises as he takes in the sight of your glistening pussy.
Jaehyun groans at the way you already start clenching around nothing. "You want it that badly, baby?"
That question makes you hide your face and instinctively try to close your legs as heat creeps up your neck. But Jaehyunās hands shoot up immediately, holding them apart.
āUh-uh, princessā¦ donāt hide now. You were doing so well for me.ā
The protest in your throat dies down the minute Jaehyun's mouth attaches itself onto your cunt. His smooth tongue flat against you, lapping up your dripping juices.
Fuck. He knew how to use it. It definitely wasn't his first time.
He matches every lick to every curve. And every flick to every angle. You squirm against his face, a hand inevitably reaching out to fist into his perfectly styled hair. And a soft whimper escapes your throat as you press him further into you, feeling a moan vibrate through your body whilst his nose brushes against your clit.
"Fuckkkk," you whimpered, gasping for air already as you look down at him.
And almost come on the spot at the sight of him.
His mesmerising, chocolate eyes, lock with yours as he pulls your legs over his shoulders and moves your hips as he dives in deeper. His mouth glistens with your juices, and a smirk locks back in place as he feels you get wetter by the second.
When you tug on his hair, he gives you a split second to breathe before resuming. Picking up his pace even more as continues to drink you, utterly obsessed by the way you taste. Like he'd never get enough. Like he could die happily as long as he could taste your sweetness.
Your breath catches as his tongue moves to your clit, circling and flicking firmly. "Jaehyun," you gasp, eyes closing at the overwhelming feeling.
He pulls back, chuckling at your state, lips swollen from his effort and your essence dripping down his chin.
"Look at you, baby. So lost for words. Youāre usually impossible to shut up when youāre pretending you canāt stand me. Is this all it takes, princess? Just my mouth, and you're already a mess for me. You love it, don't you? This is exactly what you wanted isn't it?"
You shoot him a glare, which only seems to amuse him more. His smirk deepens as his teeth graze your clit, and you suck in a sharp breath.
"You fucker," you mutter.
The look in his eyes turns completely wicked as he stays perfectly still, purely to spite you. "Tell me you love it, and I'll make you see stars, baby"
You narrow your eyes and clench your teeth but can't help and give in, "yes, I love it. Jaehyun."
"That's a good girl."
And that's all it took for him. All he needed before he put his tongue back on you and sucked and prodded every bit of your cunt like there is no tomorrow. The burn of his scalp as your fingers kept tugging his hair only adding to his growing bulge.
The way your hips moved against his mouth, the way you kept pulling him in, the way your pussy only seemed to get better by the minute had him going crazy.
"Fuck, yes, Jaehyun!" you cried out, hips rolling up against his tongue, making him hum against your swollen folds.
Jaehyun couldn't stop. Like his fingers had been glued to your thighs whilst the wetness kept leaking from your pussy. You just tasted so fucking good.
Jaehyun whined as his tongue flattened over you, and he started to slurp all the juices before they could escape.
"Jaehyun...Oh God! Jaehyun!" you kept moaning, and the pit of your stomach started to coil up again.
Fuck. You were so close now.
Jaehyun said nothing, continuing his assault on your clit. Alternating between sucking and licking every few seconds, not wanting to miss a crevicle of your pretty pussy.
"Don't hold back, baby. Come for me,"
The moment those words left his mouth and you felt him adding a finger, you came undone. Your hips shaking against his face as your climax hit. Juices running down your thighs and to your ass, which he happily licked off.
The pleasure rushed through your body in pulses, leaving you seeing stars just like he promised you.
He only stops when you push him off and leans back wiping his mouth, looking at your blissed out state in satisfaction.
Youāre still on the couch, trying to get your breathing back under control when you tell him,
āThis doesnāt change anything.ā
Jaehyun lets out a deep chuckle, like youāve just told him a bad joke.
āYou were singing a very different tune a second ago.ā
āThat was- That was just momentary misjudgment.ā
āOh? Was it now, my princess?ā he murmurs, clearly not believing you.
He leans in again, catching your hands and pinning them above your head with infuriating ease. You shut your eyes on instinct, waiting for itābreath caught, heart already giving you away again.
But nothing happens.
Just as he brushes your lips, he pulls back.
You make a small, frustrated sound before you can stop yourself. His smirk turns cunning, like he was exactly waiting for that reaction.
He gets off you, already turning to his room.
āCome find me when youāre done pretending,ā he says over his shoulder.
A pause.
Then, his voice drops dangerously lower,
"And I'll gladly make sure you and the neighbours never forget my name again."
Then he leaves with that calm, teasing certainty, like youāve already been his this whole time, and heās just patiently waiting for you to realize itāleaving you breathless and completely undone on the couch.
Warnings: kissing, calling each other names, banter, breaking in, suggestive.
Summary: You werenāt supposed to be in the library after closing. He wasnāt supposed to catch you. And you definitely werenāt supposed to start wanting the one person you canāt stand.
Author's note: I finally got around to putting this idea into words. I feel like it could've been better, but I know if I don't scratch the itch now, this won't ever see the day of light, so here it is. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated, and I hope you enjoy! This piece is actually the result of some lovely comments I got, so please know that your support matters more than you think!
Disclaimer: This work is purely fictional. Any resemblance to real person(s) is used solely for creative and fictional purposes and should not be understood as factual representation.
The problem with Jaehyun wasn't that he was attractive.
The problem was that he knew it.
Or at least, you strongly suspected he knew it.
Because nobody should be allowed to look that good while shelving books.
Every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon, he'd stroll around the library with his sleeves rolled up, forearms on display as if to taunt you, glasses sliding down his nose and acting like he personally owned every square inch of the building.
Meanwhile, you couldn't check out a book without him finding some new way to annoy you.
Not actual annoying.
The infuriating kind.
The kind where you leave smiling despite yourself.
The kind that keeps you awake later replaying conversations and kicking your feet like a love-sick fool.
The kind that turns into a six-month overdue library book because you're...hopeless.
Hopelessly in love.
And because Jaehyun is impossible.
The first month wasn't intentional.
You simply forgot.
The second month became awkward.
The third month became a challenge.
By month four, it was war.
Because Jaehyun had discovered the book was overdue.
And because Jaehyun never let anything go.
"Oh look," he'd call whenever you walked into the library. "My favourite criminal."
You'd roll your eyes.
"You're a librarian."
"Part-time librarian."
"Worse."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
Then he'd grin.
And you'd hate him.
No. You absolutely love his devastatingly gorgeous smile. But you'd rather die than him ever finding that out.
Which was incredibly inconvenient.
So when month six arrived, you developed a new strategy.
Avoid him.
Specifically, avoid him so thoroughly that returning the book became impossible.
Which somehow led to you climbing through a library window at nine-thirty at night.
In hindsight, it wasn't your brightest moment.
The library was technically closed.
But the return slot had been jammed all week and you were desperate at this point.
And you'd spotted the maintenance man leaving one of the side windows cracked open.
Which felt less like breaking and entering and more like...aggressive book returning?
You dropped onto the carpet inside with all the grace of a falling bookshelf and a loud thud. Too loud for someone sneaking in.
A stack of magazines rattled, which made you freeze in place. A few seconds go by, and no alarm goes off. There's no sound at all except for the occasional car that drives by in the distance.
Reaching for the novel in your bag, you let out a sigh of relief.
"Freedom," you whisper dramatically, whilst you almost stumble over yourself to reach the return counter.
You're safe. You can put the book back and leave and nobody will ever know this has happened-
"You know breaking into a library is probably a bigger offence than an overdue book?" A deep voice says.
You nearly launch yourself into orbit at the sound.
Spinning around, you find Jaehyun leaning against a shelf.
Arms crossed, that smug smile, and entirely way too pleased with himself.
"Oh my God. You almost gave me a heartattack!"
Jaehyun chuckles.
"What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I asked first."
"I work here."
"It's nine-thirty."
He shrugs.
"I was finishing inventory."
"You live to ruin my life, don't you?"
"I live to improve it."
"By harassing me?"
His smile widened.
"Mostly."
You rolled your eyes.
Of course. Of course, he'd be here.
Because apparently the universe itself wanted to make your life difficult.
Jaehyun pushed away from the shelf.
"You climbed through a window."
"You saw nothing."
"I saw everything."
"You are the worst."
"Yet here you are."
He took the book from your hands.
Examined it.
Then looked back up.
"Six months."
"Don't."
"Six months."
"Jaehyun."
"Six. Entire. Months."
You lunged for the book.
He lifted it over his head.
Naturally.
Because he was tall and annoying.
"Give it back."
"No."
"You child."
"You committed a crime."
"You are being dramatic."
"You broke into a library."
"You keep saying that."
"Because it's insane."
With a determined huff, you stepped closer and reached again. The edge of the book brushed your fingertips, but Jaehyun effortlessly lifted it higher.
"Seriously?" you groaned.
"Seriously."
You made one last ambitious grab, rising onto your toes. Unfortunately, your balance had other plans.
Your foot caught on the leg of a nearby chair. Who even put it there?
The world tilted, and before you could fully process what was happening, you stumbled forward straight into Jaehyun's chest.
His free arm instinctively wrapped around your waist to keep you from falling.
For a moment, neither of you moved. When you look up at him, you're met with those beautiful brown eyes you've been dreaming about.
"You know," he said, "If you wanted an excuse to end up in my arms, you could've just asked. No need to blame the book."
"You are unbelievably full of yourself."
"And yet you're still in my arms."
For one horrible second, you heart stopped beating all together.
Then you shoved him away. And you could swear you saw him look at your lips for a split second before you did.
"Shut up."
His laugh followed you long after you'd stepped back.
You crossed your arms, pretending that your face doesn't feel like a thousand degrees right now.
His eyes sparkled because he knew how much it did affect you.
That was another problem.
Jaeyhyun looked happiest when he was driving you crazy.
"And also, you do know that most people just use the front door?"
"Most people don't have librarians obsessed with them."
"Oh?"
His eyebrow lifted.
The idiot.
The annoyingly attractive idiot.
"You think I'm obsessed with you?"
"I know you are."
A laugh escaped him.
"Princess."
Your stomach betrayed you immediately, as the butterflies broke free.
You hated loved when he called you princess.
Because he only did it when he wanted to watch you malfunction.
"I am absolutely not obsessed with you."
"You broke into my workplace."
"To avoid seeing you."
"Still counts."
"It doesn't."
"It does."
"It doesn't."
"It does."
You stared at each other. You with fury in your eyes and he with too much amusement in his.
"You know what I think is the funniest part?"
You immediately scoffed.
"Leave me alone."
"No, hear me out."
"I'd rather not."
His grin only widened.
The problem with Jaehyun's grin was that it always meant trouble.
The bigger problem was that you secretly liked it. A lot.
"You held onto this book for six months."
You pointed at him.
"Because of you."
His eyebrows shot up.
"Oh, that's dangerous information for me to have."
"It wasn't a compliment."
"Pretty sure it was."
"It wasn't."
Jaehyun took a slow step forward.
You took one back.
"You were embarrassed."
"No."
"You were."
"No."
"You absolutely were."
Another step.
You backed away again.
Jaehyun looked far too pleased about it.
"Tell me I'm wrong."
"You're wrong."
"You snuck into a library at night."
"That proves nothing."
"To return a book."
You glared.
He smiled knowingly.
"The evidence is overwhelming."
You hated that smile.
You hated the way it made your stomach flip.
You hated the way he clearly knew it too.
"Besides," he continued, lazily flipping through the book in his hands, "if you were really returning it because you forgot..."
His eyes flicked up to yours.
"...you would've returned it before chapter twenty-three."
Your jaw dropped.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE?"
The look on his face was pure victory.
"Oh my God."
"You just answered your own question."
You buried your face in your hands.
Behind them, you heard Jaehyun laughing.
Actually full on laughing.
The jerk.
"That chapter, huh?"
"Stop talking."
"Interesting choice."
"Jaehyun."
"Very interesting choice."
"JAEHYUN."
His grin only got bigger.
"Good taste, though."
You made a strangled noise.
The amusement dancing in his eyes was unbearable.
And somehow incredibly attractive.
Which was honestly another one of your problems.
"You know," he said, taking another step closer, "I always wondered why you kept renewing it."
"Please stop."
"I thought maybe you were busy."
You backed away again.
"I was-"
"And then I realized you were renewing it every few days."
You hit a bookshelf.
Your heart immediately stumbled.
Because now there was nowhere else to go.
Jaehyun noticed.
His gaze flicked briefly behind you before returning to your face.
The smile he wore became slower.
More dangerous.
More teasing.
"Oh."
"Don't."
"You've run out of escape routes."
You swallowed.
"This is a library, not a hostage negotiation."
āYou always this dramatic when someone catches you? I was starting to think you wanted to get caught." He says with that infuriating smirk as he grabs the shelf next to your head, caging you in.
You hated how close he was.
You hated how aware you suddenly was of every inch between you.
You hated how much he seemed to enjoy it.
You especially hated how he could practically hear your heart beating right now.
His eyes dropped to the book.
Then back to you.
"You know what's really embarrassing?"
"Everything about this conversation."
"No."
His voice lowered slightly.
"The fact that after six months, after sneaking into a locked building, after all this effort..."
He chuckled at your expression.
"...you still never asked me for recommendations."
You blinked.
"What?"
Jaehyun tilted his head.
"I work in a library."
You looked at him like he said the moon is pink.
He stared back completely serious.
Then his smirk cracked through again.
"If you're going to read something that has you blushing this hard, I could've saved you some time."
You made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a groan.
"You're impossible."
"I know."
"Insufferable."
"I know."
"Annoying."
"I know."
He looked entirely too content about it.
Then, his expression softened just enough to make your chest ache.
"And yet."
You tried so hard to hide how your breath caught.
Jaehyun's gaze lingered on yours.
The teasing was still there.
But so was something else.
Something warmer.
Something that had been there for months.
"And yet," he said again, smiling, "you keep coming back."
The butterflies in your stomach became completely unmanageable.
For a second neither of you spoke.
The library felt impossibly quiet.
Just the two of you.
The old shelves.
The dim lights.
Jaehyun looked at you for a moment.
Then shook his head softly.
"What?"
He laughed under his breath.
"Nothing."
"Tell me."
His eyes sparkled.
"I was just thinking."
"That's never a good sign."
"No?"
"No."
His smile widened.
"I was thinking it's kind of unfair."
"What's unfair?"
"You spent six months reading about fictional men."
"And?"
"And now I have competition."
You stared.
Actually stared.
Because that was such a ridiculous thing to say.
Such an outrageous thing.
Such a completely Jaehyun thing.
The look on his face told you he knew exactly what he was doing.
"You are unbelievable."
"Am I really, my princess?"
"You are."
His gaze flicked briefly to your lips for a second time that night.
Then back to your eyes.
"Good."
Before you could think of something to throw back, he leaned in. And looked back into your eyes when he was just a hair away,
"May I?"
You nodded since you couldn't trust your voice anymore.
The kiss was warm, the kind that immediately made every coherent thought disappear.
It was like nothing you imagined and everything you feared youād have to wait for forever. Soft at first, tentativeālike testing if itās realābut the hesitation melted instantly. Every second of holding back crashes into this single, electric instant.
Your heart hammers, your chest feels too full, and the world shrinks to just the two of you. You taste the patience, the longing, the unsaid words, and itās dizzying. Every nerve is alive, and yet, somehow, itās calm tooālike all the waiting was necessary to make this so perfect.
When he pulled away, he was still smiling.
Still looking unbearably pleased with himself.
You rolled your eyes once again.
"Don't look so smug."
"I earned it."
"You absolutely did not."
His grin only grew.
Then he leaned closer, voice low enough that it felt like a secret.
"Next time you need help finding something spicy..."
Your face immediately heated.
"Jaehyun!"
His voice dropped an octave, low and dangerous, "Come to me insteadā¦ Iāll show you the live-action version. Every scene, every momentā¦ more intense than anything in those books." He leaned in even closer. "And I'll make it so much better than your imagination, princess."
I knowww im supposed to be working on the soulmate au and the angsty wip buttt I can't stop thinking about that one part in the vcr from the fancon. What do I doooo
Normally, I would go with 'friends to lovers', but 'enemies to lovers' for someone like Jaehyun feels like a fun challenge. It's like 'friends to lovers' with Haechan because Haechan will always have that mischief thing going on, where he will act like he's the enemy just for the hell of it, not because he hates the other person.
Yeah I see that too! I was already leaning towards enemies to lovers since that fits my potential plot better anyway, but now since we're all on the same page, I gotta do it fr.
stormborns
origamiaround
izzy806
discoholicmusic
turnnoffyourmind
tangentwithtanner
