hiii! u can call me maryam. i rlly rlly rlly love enhypen (since 2021) and i love fanfics abt them. i love other kpop groups too like txt, cortis, bnd, zb1, illit, nwjns, ive, and literally every kpop group. im a multistan lol. i was born on nov 9, and i luv pink! thats pretty much it. anyways bai baiiii!
Pairing: badBoy!Jungwon x quietForeignExchangeStudent!reader
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn, school AU, soft romance
Synopsis: What starts as harmless teasing slowly turns into something else when Jungwon begins to notice the way you flinch, the way you shrink under pressure, and the way your “sorry” never seems to be enough for someone behind closed doors.
Word Count: ~4.5k+
A/N: Hai! It has been a bit since I wrote a fic and honestly classes have just been insane. Like I had presentations and tests all week and lowkey this coming week isn’t any better…but oh well! I had this idea because I saw a video similar to this concept (like saying sorry a lot), so I thought I’d take a try at it! I hope you guys enjoy and I’m so so sorry if it’s taken me forever to get to your guys’ request! I’m trying my best and I promise I will get to all of them eventually. 😣
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Everyone at school knew Yang Jungwon.
Not because he’s loud or unbearable…but because he didn’t care if people were looking.
He walked through the halls like he owned them. Hands in his pockets, tie loose, expression flat and unreadable. Teachers didn’t bother him unless they had to.
Students didn’t talk back either unless they wanted a problem.
He’s not a bully.
But he’s not exactly…nice either.
And then…
There’s you.
You’re the opposite in every single way.
Quiet…careful.
The kind of person people tend to forget is even in the room until attendance is called.
You transferred halfway through the year for a foreign exchange program. No one really knows anything about you except that you sit in the third row, you write neatly, and-
You say “sorry” a lot.
♡
The first time Jungwon really notices you
is because you don’t react.
He taps your head with his pen.
“Hey.”
No response.
He leans closer.
“Hey.”
You blink, finally looking up.
“…Sorry.”
There’s a pause.
Jungwon frowns slightly.
“I didn’t even say anything yet.”
“…sorry.”
A couple people laugh quietly. He leans back in his chair.
“…You always like this?”
You nod once.
“…Okay.”
It’s weird. Annoying, almost.
So, obviously…he keeps doing it.
♡
Lunch is louder than usual.
Jungwon’s sitting with his usual group of friends, half-listening, half-not, when someone across the table nudges him jokingly while pointing past him.
“Your girl’s over there.”
He doesn’t even look at first.
“What girl?”
“The quiet one. She’s always next to you in class.”
He scoffs lightly.
“She’s not-”
But he glances anyway.
You’re sitting alone. Tray untouched. Just staring down at your phone like you’re reading something…or…maybe just pretending to.
“…She always sits by herself?” he mutters.
“Yeah,” someone shrugs. “Think she lives alone too. Exchange student or something.”
Jungwon looks back for a second longer than he means to.
Then looks away.
“…Weird.”
♡
You almost drop your books in the hallway.
Almost, that is. Before they can slip-
A hand catches the top one.
“Careful.”
You freeze slightly…then slowly look up.
Jungwon.
“…Sorry.”
There it is again.
Immediate.
Automatic.
He stares at you for a second, then slowly hands the book back.
“You didn’t even drop it.”
“…Sorry.”
“…You just did it again.”
Your grip tightens slightly on the book as your eyes look anywhere but him.
“…Sorry.”
He exhales through his nose shaking his head, and…walks off.
But something about it…sticks.
♡
You don’t notice him watching more.
Not…really at least.
Like when you leave school, earphones in, bag clutched a little too close to your side.
Or when you unlock your apartment door, opening up into a small, quiet place. Lights off until you step inside.
No one waiting.
No one asking how your day was.
You just…
Exist there.
♡
The first time he hears it, it’s by accident.
He’s not supposed to be near the staff offices. I mean, detention technically ended ten minutes ago.
But…he stayed back. No reason. Just something in him didn’t feel like going home just yet.
Voices echo faintly down the hallway.
One of them…
Yours?
“…I’m sorry.”
His steps slow.
The other voice is sharper. Colder.
“I don’t need your apologies.”
Silence.
Then-
“If you were actually sorry, your work would reflect that.”
Jungwon’s brows knit.
“…I tried,” you say quietly.
“Clearly not enough.”
There’s a pause.
A long one at that.
“Do you think this is acceptable?” the teacher continues, tone lowering instead of rising. And that?
That somehow makes it worse.
“You come into this school halfway through the year, and you expect me to lower my standards for you?”
“No sir-”
“Then act like it.”
Jungwon steps closer without realizing.
Just enough to hear clearer.
“…I’ll fix it,” you whisper.
“You’ll fix it because I told you to, not because you actually comprehend what you did wrong.”
Your voice falters, small, shaky breaths starting to release.
“…Okay.”
“And stop saying sorry.”
A beat.
“You say it like it means something. Like it’ll fix things.”
Jungwon’s jaw tightens.
“…Okay,” you repeat.
“Good.”
A pause. Jungwon almost steps away until-
“And don’t think about mentioning this to anyone. It won’t help you.”
Silence.
“…I won’t.”
Jungwon freezes.
A few seconds later, the door opens.
You step out, eyes slightly glassy, but composed.
You don’t see him.
You just walk past. Quiet.
Jungwon doesn’t move from his spot for a long time.
♡
The next day, he taps your head again out of habit.
You flinch, just slightly.
But this time…he notices exactly why.
“…Hey.”
You look up.
“…Sorry.”
He exhales.
“…Stop saying that.”
Your fingers tighten.
“…Okay.”
He stares at you longer this time. Like he’s trying to figure something out as the gears were turning in his head.
And for once, he doesn’t say anything else.
♡
He hears it again.
Different day. Same hallway. Same voice.
“Why is this still so wrong??”
“…I corrected it-”
“You corrected it very poorly.”
“I followed what you said-”
“Then you misunderstood. I wouldn’t instruct anyone to do such work.”
Jungwon’s hands curl slightly at his sides.
“…I’m sorry.”
“No.”
The word is immediate. Flat. Almost like he had the authority to make that decision for you.
“You’re not.”
Silence.
“If you actually were,” the teacher continues slowly, “I wouldn’t have to keep repeating myself.”
Jungwon’s chest feels tight. Too tight.
“…I’ll do it again,” you say.
“You will. And you’ll do it properly this time.”
A pause. Then quieter-
“Or we’ll have a different conversation.”
Jungwon steps forward. Then stops again…because he sees you nod through the window.
Like that’s normal. Like that’s fine.
“…Okay.”
And that…that’s what both deeply angers him and confuses him at the same time.
♡
He doesn’t wait the third time.
The door isn’t fully closed, and your voice is already shaking.
“…I did everything you said-”
“And yet it’s still not right.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong-”
“Then figure it out.”
A step.
Closer.
Jungwon sees it through the gap. The way you instinctively lean back. Just slightly…but enough for him to notice.
Then-
Something in him snaps.
The door opens.
Fast.
“That’s enough.”
His voice is low. Sharp. Controlled in a way that feels more dangerous than yelling.
You turn immediately. Eyes wide.
“…Jungwon-”
The teacher straightens.
“This is a private-”
“Yeah,” Jungwon cuts in. “I can tell.”
Silence fills the room, heavy and noticeable.
“She said she’ll fix it,” he continues, stepping fully inside now. “You’ve made your point.”
The teacher’s expression hardens.
“You don’t get to insert yourself here.”
“No,” Jungwon says evenly. “But I’m going to.”
Your heart is pounding now.
You can feel it.
In your throat. Your chest. Your hands.
“…It’s okay,” you whisper quickly. “I can just-”
“No.”
It’s immediate, again.
This time, he does look at you…and there’s something in his expression you’ve never seen before.
Not teasing, or annoyed, just…firm.
“You don’t have to just stand here and take it.”
Your throat tightens.
“…I’m fine.”
“You’re not.”
The room goes quiet. Again. Silence stretching, thick and suffocating, over the tension.
Jungwon doesn’t wait for a response this time.
“Come on.”
His hand closes around your wrist - not rough, but firm enough that you don’t have time to protest before he’s already pulling you toward the door.
“…Jungwon-”
“Just- come here.”
The hallway feels colder.
Quieter.
Your steps stumble slightly trying to keep up with him, your free hand clutching at your sleeve as he leads you further down, past the empty classrooms and dim lights.
He doesn’t look back.
Doesn’t slow down.
“You can’t just let them talk to you like that,” he says, voice low but sharp, frustration bleeding through every word. “If they’re treating you like that, you need to say something. Report it or tell someone or-”
He exhales, running his other hand through his hair, still walking. “This isn’t something you just stay quiet about.”
Your grip tightens around your sleeve.
“…i..it’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.”
His voice is immediate. Frustrated.
“You keep saying that,” he continues, pace finally slowing as he turns a corner into a quieter stairwell. “You keep saying ‘okay’ and ‘sorry’ like it’s just going to fix-”
He stops…and turns around abruptly.
“And stop saying sor-”
The words cut off.
Because you’re not looking at him.
Your head is lowered, shoulders slightly hunched, and your hands…are moving too fast.
Wiping.
Again.
And again.
Like if you do it quickly enough, he won’t notice.
But he already has.
“…Hey.”
His voice changes instantly. The edge and frustration in it ceasing to exist.
He steps closer, slower this time.
“…Hey…” he says again.
You shake your head quickly.
“I’m fine-”
Your voice breaks. Just slightly.
You press your sleeve harder against your face.
“I’m fine, I just-”
It cracks again.
And that’s it.
Something in his chest drops. Hard.
“Hey, no-”
His hands come up, hesitating for half a second before gently catching your wrists.
“Stop- don’t-”
Not to stop you. Just- he wants to see you.
“Look at me.”
You don’t.
You…can’t.
“I said I’m okay,” you whisper, voice uneven, breath catching in a way that makes it obvious you’re clearly not.
“You’re crying.”
“…No, I’m not.”
“You are.”
Your shoulders tremble, just barely.
“…I’m sorry.”
And that?
That word?
His expression tightens. Not in anger…in something worse.
“Why do you keep saying that?”
His voice is quieter now. Careful.
“I don’t know-”
“Yes, you do.”
Silence.
Your hands fall back to your sides slowly as your fingers twist together.
“…It just…makes things easier,” you whisper.
“For who?”
You don’t answer. You don’t have to.
Jungwon exhales slowly, like he’s trying to keep something in.
Then-
He reaches for you again.
Not your wrist this time, but your sleeve.
“Come here.”
He doesn’t drag you now, just guides you. Slower, and softer than before.
Up the stairs.
To the rooftop.
♡
The air is cooler up there.
Quieter. No voices or footsteps to interrupt your thoughts. Just the faint sound of wind brushing past.
You sit on the ground before he even tells you to. Like your body just…gives out.
Jungwon watches for a second, then sits across from you. Not too close. Not too far.
“…Start talking.”
His voice is softer now, but still firm.
You shake your head immediately, pulling down your sleeves to cover your arms.
“I can’t-”
“Yes, you can.”
“They said-”
You stop. Too fast.
Jungwon notices.
Of course he does.
“They said what?”
Silence.
Your fingers tighten in your lap.
“…They said…not to tell anyone.”
Something in his expression darkens.
“And you listened?”
You nod. Slow.
“…I don’t want to make things worse.”
“For who?”
“…Me.”
The word comes out smaller than anything you’ve said before…and most of your words were small.
Jungwon leans back slightly, exhaling through his nose.
Not annoyed. Not at you, at least. Just…trying to process.
“What have they been saying to you?”
You hesitate.
Then, quietly…you tell him.
Not everything at once. Just pieces.
How nothing is ever right.
How your work is always “not enough.”
How every “sorry” gets shut down.
How they say it like…like you’re stupid for even trying.
And then-
“…They said if I told anyone, it wouldn’t help me.”
Silence settles between you. Heavy.
Jungwon’s hands curl into fists against his knees.
“…That’s not how this works.”
His voice is low again. Controlled…but there’s something under it now.
Something sharper.
You shake your head.
“I don’t want to get in trouble-”
“You won’t.”
“I might-”
“You won’t.”
He leans forward slightly, eyes locked on yours.
“I’m not letting that happen.”
Your breath catches.
“…Why?”
The question slips out before you can stop it.
Jungwon pauses. Just for a second.
Then-
“…Because someone should’ve stopped it already.”
Your chest tightens.
“And you’re not doing anything wrong,” he adds, quieter now. “So stop acting like you are.”
Your eyes sting again.
“…okay.”
A pause.
Then-
“…I’ll…I’ll try.”
He nods once. That’s enough.
For now.
♡
Things don’t magically change the next day.
They just…shift slowly.
You still sit in the third row.
Still write quietly.
Still hesitate before speaking.
But now?
Jungwon notices everything.
When the teacher calls on you, he’s already watching.
When your voice gets too quiet, he answers first.
Casual. Like he just felt like talking.
“Jungwon?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you have something to add?”
He shrugs slightly.
“Just what she said.”
You blink. Look down.
“…sorry,” you whisper automatically.
He leans over, not tapping your head this time…but closer.
“…I told you to stop saying that to me.”
Your fingers tighten slightly.
“…Okay.”
“…Better.”
It’s small, but it’s different.
♡
He walks you out of class that day. Doesn’t ask if he can, just waits by your desk until you stand up.
“You don’t have to-” you start.
“I know.”
He doesn’t look at you.
“Still am.”
You don’t argue after that.
♡
Lunch is the first real problem.
You’re sitting where you always do. Corner table, tray barely even touched, phone in your hand…but not really looking at it. Just…something to focus on.
You don’t notice him right away.
The guy who sits across from you.
“Hey.”
You look up slightly and blink once.
“…hi.”
He smiles. Too easily.
“Mind if I sit here?”
You hesitate. Just for a second.
“…No.”
He takes that as an invitation, promptly sitting down as he leans forward slightly.
“What’s your name again? You’re in my history class, right?”
“…Y/N.”
“Right, right.”
He nods like he’s confirming something.
“I’ve seen you around. You’re always alone.”
Your fingers tighten slightly around your fork.
“…I like it.”
He laughs.
“Yeah? Or you just don’t have anyone to sit with?”
Your throat tightens as you glance up at him in slight confusion.
“…It’s fine.”
“Come on,” he leans in a little more. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”
You shift slightly in your seat.
“…I’m not-”
“Hey.”
The voice cuts in from behind. Low, yet surprisingly calm.
But…
Something about it makes the guy freeze for half a second.
Jungwon.
He doesn’t even look at you first. His gaze is on the guy.
Sharp and unreadable.
“Seat’s taken.”
The guy scoffs lightly.
“There’s literally no one ever sitting here.”
Jungwon tilts his head slightly, still calm and controlled.
“There is now.”
Silence.
The guy leans back in his chair, clearly annoyed.
“Dude, I was just talking to her.”
“I can see that.”
A pause.
Then-
“So stop.”
The air shifts. Subtle, but undeniably heavy.
“…Relax,” the guy mutters. “It’s not that serious.”
Jungwon steps closer. Not aggressive, just…close enough.
“It is.”
A beat.
“…Why do you care?” the guy pushes.
That’s when Jungwon finally glances at you. Just once.
Quick.
Checking. Then back to him.
“…Because she doesn’t like it.”
Your breath catches.
“I didn’t say that,” you whisper quickly.
Jungwon doesn’t even look at you this time.
“You didn’t have to.”
Silence stretches.
The guy exhales sharply, grabbing his tray.
“Whatever.”
He stands and leaves, walking towards another group of friends.
Just like that.
Jungwon watches him go.
Waits a second.
Two.
Then finally, he sits down across from you.
You’re staring at your tray, hands still.
“…You okay?”
You nod quickly.
“…I’m fine.”
A pause.
“…You don’t have to sit with me,” you add quietly.
“I know.”
Same answer as before.
“…Still am.”
Your throat tightens.
“…Sorry.”
Jungwon exhales softly. Not annoyed, just…a little tired of hearing it. He leans forward slightly, not too close, but just enough.
“…What did I say about that?”
You look down.
“…I’ll try.”
“…Good.”
A pause. Then, more quietly, “If someone makes you uncomfortable, you say something.”
“…Okay.”
“And if you can’t—”
He stops. Thinking for a second.
“…Then I will.”
Your chest tightens again, but this time, it’s not fear. It’s something softer.
More vulnerable.
You nod slightly.
“…Okay.”
And for the first time, you don’t say sorry after.
Jungwon notices immediately, yet he doesn’t say anything about it.
But the corner of his mouth lifts.
Just slightly.
♡
It doesn’t take long for people to notice.
Jungwon sits with you now. Walks with you.
Waits.
He doesn’t announce it, nor does he explain it. He just-
Is there.
And that alone changes things.
♡
The next time it happens, it’s after school.
You’re at your locker, carefully stacking your books, when someone leans against the metal beside you.
“Hey.”
You glance up quickly, a bit startled by their sudden appearance.
Different guy this time.
Older.
Confident.
“I’ve seen you around,” he says casually. “You’re always with Jungwon now, right?”
Your fingers pause slightly.
“…We have class together.”
He smirks a little.
“Yeah? That all?”
Your grip tightens on your notebook.
“…Yes.”
He leans closer. Not touching you, no, but close enough that it makes your shoulders tense.
“You don’t seem like his type.”
You don’t know how to respond to that.
So-
“…sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?” he laughs lightly, looking you up and down. “I’m just saying-”
“Move.”
The word is quiet. Flat.
But it cuts through everything.
The guy straightens slightly and turns.
Jungwon.
He’s standing there, expression unreadable.
But his eyes…aren’t.
“I said move.”
There’s no raise in his voice. No scene. But something about the way he says it makes the guy step back immediately.
“Damn, okay,” he mutters, holding his hands up. “She can talk to whoever she wants.”
Jungwon doesn’t respond…he just watches until he leaves.
Then, he steps into the space he just cleared.
Not close enough to crowd you, but close enough that no one else can.
“…You okay?”
You nod quickly.
“…I’m fine.”
A pause.
“You don’t have to say sorry to people like that.”
Your fingers tighten.
“…I know.”
He studies you for a second. Then quieter, “…You don’t have to talk to them either.”
Your chest tightens slightly.
“…Okay.”
And again, no “sorry.”
Jungwon notices.
Again.
♡
The softer moment comes later.
It’s raining. Light, steady.
You’re standing just outside the school entrance, bag clutched to your chest as you stare out at it. You didn’t bring an umbrella.
“…You planning on just standing here all night?”
You turn. Jungwon. Of course, just your luck.
“…I’ll just…wait until it stops.”
He glances at the sky. Then back at you.
“…That’s not happening anytime soon.”
You nod slightly.
“…It’s okay.”
He exhales. Then without another word, he steps closer, pulls his jacket off, and drapes it over your shoulders.
You freeze.
“…J-Jungwon, you’ll get wet-”
“I don’t care.”
It’s immediate. Simple. Like there has to be no thought put into it.
You hesitate, fingers curling slightly into the fabric.
“…Sorr-”
He looks at you. Just…looks.
You stop yourself, swallowing hard.
“…Thank you.”
Something in his expression softens.
“…Yeah.”
He walks beside you the whole way home.
Close, and always just there.
♡
That night, he can’t sleep.
Jungwon lies on his bed, one arm behind his head, staring at the ceiling.
It’s quiet. Too quiet.
And for once, his mind isn’t empty.
It’s you.
The way you flinch. The way you say sorry.
The way you try to hide it.
The way you looked at him earlier…like you didn’t understand why he cared.
His jaw tightens slightly.
“…Tsk.”
He turns onto his side, and closes his eyes.
Then opens them again.
Because something about it, about you, doesn’t sit right.
You live alone.
You don’t tell anyone anything.
You just…take it.
And he hates that.
He hates that no one noticed. That no one said anything. That he didn’t.
His hand curls slightly into the sheets.
“…Not anymore.”
The words are quiet, but final.
♡
Throughout the next few days, things change.
Quietly, but permanently.
Jungwon doesn’t confront the teacher like before. Not impulsively or recklessly.
Instead, he pays attention.
Watches. Listens.
Is more strategic about his approach.
And then, he reports it.
Not alone. Not empty.
With proof. With statements. With enough weight behind it that it can’t just be brushed off.
And when it’s finally addressed, you’re called in too.
You’re nervous. Of course you are.
But Jungwon’s there. Outside. Waiting.
And when you walk out, he stands immediately.
“…You okay?”
You nod slowly.
“…They said…they’re being removed.”
A pause.
Your voice is smaller now, eyes looking down at his shoes.
“…I didn’t get in trouble.”
Jungwon exhales, something in his shoulders finally loosening.
“…Told you.”
Your chest tightens, and slowly, you look up into his eyes.
“…Thank you.”
He shakes his head, staring back at you.
“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
A pause. Then, quieter, “You just needed someone to say something.”
Your eyes sting again, but you nod.
♡
It’s a few days later when it happens.
You’re sitting together like usual, quiet and comfortable. And Jungwon…is looking at you.
Not subtly this time. Not hiding it.
Just-
Looking.
“…What?” you ask softly.
He doesn’t answer right away.
Then-
“…I think I like you.”
Your breath catches.
“I mean-“
He exhales lightly. Runs a hand through his hair.
“…I know I do.”
Silence.
Your fingers tighten slightly in your lap.
“…You don’t have to say anything,” he adds quickly. “I just-”
He pauses.
Then softer, “…I just wanted you to know.”
Your throat tightens.
A long silence stretches over the both of you as he’s stuck staring at his hands. You think for a long while about his actions, the past few weeks, and what you’ve quietly been feeling as well.
“…I…” you begin slowly, playing with the sleeve of your sweater. He looks up at you slowly, almost as if he’s bracing himself for the answer. “…I…like you too.”
It’s quiet.
But clear.
Jungwon stills.
“…Yeah?”
You nod, eyes darting down briefly before glancing back at his face.
“…Yeah.”
A small pause. Then-
“…Okay.”
And for once, he’s the one who sounds a little unsure.
You smile. Just slightly.
♡
After that, nothing becomes overwhelming.
No rushing to do things, no forceful touching, no uncomfortableness-
It’s just…different.
Jungwon is still the same to everyone else.
That “bad boy”. Quiet. Sharp. Untouchable.
But with you, he’s softer.
“Careful.”
(hand guiding you away from crowded halls)
“Eat.”
(sliding food toward you when you forget)
“Come here.”
(pulling you closer when things get too loud)
And sometimes, when you forget-
“…I’m sorry.”
He’ll look at you. Tilt his head slightly.
“…Try again.”
You pause.
Then-
“…Thank you.”
He nods, satisfied, and runs his hand through your hair.
And when he walks you home, he always waits until you’re inside.
Lights on.
Safe.
Only then, does he leave.
And slowly, quietly, you stop saying sorry for things that were never your fault.
Because someone finally showed you, you didn’t have to.
♡
EPILOGUE
Crowded hallways are still your least favorite.
Too loud, too close, and way too many people brushing past without noticing.
You keep your head down as you walk, fingers curled slightly into your sleeve, trying to stay out of the way as students move around you.
And then—
Something brushes against your hand.
Light. Barely there.
You glance down.
Jungwon’s hand is next to yours.
Not grabbing.
Not pulling.
Just, there.
Your fingers hesitate for a second.
Then, slowly, you hook your pinky around his.
It’s small. Almost not noticeable. But Jungwon stills.
Just for a second.
Then continues walking like nothing happened. Like it’s normal.
But his hand doesn’t move away.
And when someone bumps into you from the side, his grip tightens slightly. Just enough to steady you.
“…Stay close.”
You nod, even though he isn’t looking.
“…Okay.”
He shifts just a little closer to you after that.
Not obvious, but enough that people move around him instead of into you.
And somehow, now the hallway doesn’t feel as overwhelming.
♡
People still don’t mess with Jungwon.
That hasn’t changed.
You hear things. Not from him.
Never from him.
But from others.
“Didn’t he get into a fight last year?”
“He doesn’t start them. He just…finishes them.”
“I heard a teacher tried to write him up once and THAT didn’t go anywhere.”
“Yeah, because he doesn’t care.”
You glance at him sometimes when you hear it.
He’s always the same.
Calm.
Unbothered.
But then, he looks at you.
And it’s different.
Softer…like none of that applies when it comes to you.
♡
You didn’t plan to ask him over. It just…happens.
“…Do you want to come over?”
The words come out quiet. Almost unsure.
Jungwon pauses.
Looks at you.
“…Now?”
You nod slightly.
“…If you’re not busy…you…you don’t have to I just…”
Your voice trails off as you look at your hands.
A few seconds pass and then—
“…Yeah.”
♡
Your apartment is the same as always.
Quiet. Clean. A little too empty.
You hesitate at the door before unlocking it, then step inside first. Jungwon follows, stopping just past the entrance.
He looks around. Not judging. Just taking it in.
“…You really live here alone.”
You nod, setting your bag down.
“…Yeah.”
A pause.
“…Back home, I didn’t,” you add quietly. “But…this was easier.”
“Easier?”
You shrug slightly.
“…Less people to mess things up with.”
Silence.
Jungwon doesn’t like that answer, you can tell, but he doesn’t push. Instead, he walks further in and sits down on the couch like he belongs there.
“…Come here.”
You hesitate for a second, then sit beside him.
Carefully.
Not too close.
But after a moment, he shifts. Just slightly.
Until your shoulder brushes his.
You don’t move away.
♡
You talk. More than you usually do.
Not everything all at once, just small snippets.
Where you’re from.
Why you transferred.
How quiet your old home felt too, but in a different way.
Jungwon listens. Really listens.
Not interrupting, nor any teasing.
But at some point, your voice gets slower.
Softer.
Your head tips slightly against his shoulder.
You don’t even realize you’ve done it…but Jungwon does.
He stills…just for a second.
Then carefully, he adjusts.
One arm coming up slightly behind you. Not pulling you closer, but making sure you don’t slip.
“…You’re tired.”
You hum softly.
“…Mm.”
Your eyes are already closing.
“…Sorry,” you mumble.
Jungwon exhales quietly.
“…Try again.”
A pause. Half-asleep.
“…Thank you…”
“…Better.”
Your breathing evens out not long after that.
You fall asleep against him. Completely.
Jungwon doesn’t move. Doesn’t check his phone. Doesn’t shift.
He just sits there looking down at you.
Your head resting against him, your hand loosely curled near his sleeve, your breathing soft and even.
And something in his chest tightens.
Not in a bad way, but in a way he doesn’t have a name for.
“…Tch.”
He looks away for a second, trying to recompose himself back to his sharp form.
But slowly… he turns his head back, eyes softening again.
“…You’re really something.”
Quiet. Barely a whisper.
Because you’re sleeping. You won’t hear it.
Maybe that makes it easier to say.
His fingers move slightly, just enough to adjust a nearby blanket around you.
Gentle. Careful.
“…I don’t do this.”
The words are softer now. More to himself than anything.
“I don’t…stay.”
He’s always been the type to leave first.
Not get attached. Not care enough to.
But right now?
He can’t fathom moving. Can’t imagine leaving you like this.
“…Guess I do now.”
He huffs out a small breath, hand hovering over you for a second…before settling lightly over yours.
Not holding or trapping…but present.
“…Only you.”
And for once, THE Yang Jungwon doesn’t mind being soft.
As long as it’s you, of course.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚
A/N: How is everyone doing? I feel like it’s been so long! Again, I’m so sorry I haven’t been making a ton of stories. I want you guys to know I DO remember I have requests, I just hit a bit of a writers block. I hope you enjoyed and I’ll see you on the next one!
he looks different in the best way possible his lips are soo freaking kissable i just want to hold his cutie pootie face in my hands the makeup is sooo good my god i miss you my darling we will get you back don't worry
sunghoon collapsed onto the couch, his little boy squirming happily in his arms. tiny fists jabbed at his shirt, drool glinting on his chin. then just a second later..
chomp!
a pair of sharp little gums sank into sunghoon's bicep.
"yah! careful, little man!" sunghoon said, laughing softly as he held him. the baby gurgled like it was the funniest thing in the world.
you leaned on the arm of the couch, grinning. "look like someone’s discovered appa's arm tastes better than the teether.." you teased, reaching over to wipe drool off his sleeve.
"hey! not fair, you’re encouraging him!" he said, pretending to be mad, but his laugh was soft. the baby squealed, reaching for your hand.
"here baby, try this." you said, giving him the teether. tiny fingers latched onto it immediately, chewing with all his might. drool dribbled down his chin, and he let out a frustrated little hiccup.
sunghoon rubbed his back gently, humming. "good boy.. there we go." he said, kissing the top of his head. "teeth are hurting, but you’re so strong."
of course, that wasn’t enough for your feisty baby. fists wriggled again and..
chomp!
he bit sunghoon's bicep once more.
"yah! that's enough!" hoon said softly. you leaned closer and brushed a curl off his forehead. "he's not even giving up.." you giggled.
"yeah, but look at that grin." sunghoon said, pressing a kiss to the baby’s cheek. "even when he's chaos, he's the cutest baby ever."
minutes passed and slowly, the little boy’s eyes started to droop. you smoothed the blanket around him.
"that's it, baby boy.. almost asleep.." sunghoon whispered. The hiccups faded into soft snores.
you leaned back, watching your husband press kisses along his hairline, forehead, and puffy cheeks. "you two are ridiculous.." you smiled.
your baby hiccupped once more, then curled fully into hoon's chest. sunghoon draped the blanket over him and pressed a final kiss to the top of his head. "sleep well, little man.."
you reached over to brush his damp hair from his forehead. "i'll grab the teether next time he drools.." you joked. sunghoon laughed, resting his chin on the baby’s head.
"my baby boy.." he whispered, hand moving along his back. "always yours, always mine."
花 ──── requested & dedicated to my girl @yunsera 🤍
its such a shame seeing big accs on here be anti boycott bcs they think its just abt hee while its not, its abt the group as a whole and how belift is working them to the point of slavery. we do not believe it is humane to continue to fund the company who exploits the boys to this level.the tour is very obviously a cash grab and you guys are falling right for it. 7 tours in 5 years is not normal at all and enha deserve a long rest not you lot claiming to be supporting by going to the tour even though thats valuing your own enjoyment over their health. if we boycott belift will postpone the tour its basic supply and demand.
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