hi! i’ve read so much work on enhablr over the years and i suddenly decided to make a list of recommendations!!! all of the writers put so much work into their fics/smaus and i also wanted to use this as a way to show so much appreciation to them and my method of coming out of my shell <3 some of the works may be older but that doesn’t mean they don’t deserve new love!!
this is also my first time really making a tumblr post. pls bare w me.
keep in mind: i read a lot of hyung line works ... mostly sunghoon #sunghoongirl so if you're one too ... enjoy.
heeseung:
player rank: platinum by @simpjaes
nsfw! sister's boyfriend trope you would have to pry my hands off this fic. if you haven't read this. read it now. and if you have. read it again. it's so insane but i love it bad.
let's collab by @taeghi
nsfw! camboy x camgirl this fic is so good it makes me want to mess around on the internet but i know i'll never find lee heeseung on there
heartless by @fairyofhee
nsfw! fuckbuddy oh my god the way he was an asshole in the beginning but ofc ... i have to fall in love
diet pepsi by @wonbloom
nsfw! bffs brother i read this while i was on a boat ride with family (not the right place fr) but i love this bc we need more confident virgin yns!!!
sex shop by @luvyeni
nsfw! sex shop worker holy wow this was so hot. as someone who's also shy sometimes you really just need heeseung to help you out. in multiple ways.
operation: how to not get the girl by @heesmiles
nsfw! college au omg my heart breaks for yn in the beginning, heeseung is the ultimate wingman. the way this is written is so cinematic and i love this fic so much
jay:
rule nr.4 by @hoonichi
nsfw! fwb this one had me hooked and broke me ... heeseung was kinda funny tho
priorities by @enha-stars
nsfw! established relationship omg the angst in this one physically makes my heart hurt. im so glad yn called him out. the way they made up was so healthy :(
head of HR by @zerocoded
suggestive! husband alpha omg this fic makes me kick my feet why is it so cute!!!!! i need alpha jay rn.
mr and mrs smith by @swiftjay23
nsfw! assassin spy! you will not regret reading this. it does have some dark themes but god this chaotic relationship will fill you with so much thrill you'll want more and more.
even the quiet hurts sometimes by @ot7archives
sfw! established relationship omg this broke my heart into pieces. i love that it wasn't immediate for yn to come around. everything was hesistant because it is like that in real life sometimes.
jake:
talk you through it by @jaehyp
nsfw! established relationship ever since that live ... jake talking you through it is what needs to happen on a daily basis if its like THIS!!
see a cheerleader, breed a cheerleader by @ireverie
nsfw! nerd x cheerleader bro... i was speechless reading this. this is not a story for the weak. dom jake ...it is written so well.
stockholm syndrome by @heejamas
nsfw! roommates if you make a title based of a one direction song. im reading it. the pining after each other is what gets me. the tension. i love that we take such a look into jakes brain trying to figure out yn.
acts of service by @scorpieuns
nsfw! fwb sometimes you just need some release. why not find it from your best friend jake?? if it's exactly like this? sign me up because this was SO GOOD.
strikes out! by @enhaflixer
nsfw! secret child this was such an incredible read. it made me so emotional. you can literally feel how heavy the conversations are and the second chance building up.
sunghoon:
the boy next door by @taeghi
nsfw! shy, figure skater!sunghoon x popular extravert!reader when i say i've read this probably over 20 times ... i mean it. something about boy next door sunghoon has me looking over my window and expecting his face ... and he's not there so i get upset but at least this fic lets me imagine <3
fuck you like i love you by @lixiektty
nsfw! arranged marriage drabble but i was gagged when i read this the first time. i love when people SAY their feelings and it changed the relationship especially in a theme like this.
love me, hate me by @jaeminsz
nsfw! enemies to lovers sunghoon is a dumb asshole. but he's hot. so i understand yn on this one. also the side characters: beomgyu, mark, soobin, and jake in the fic are so funny
captain's log by @peachenle
nsfw! college/fratboy au i've read this a thousand times. it's so fun and interesting to read plus he's such a cute little sweetheart, my heart cant take it.
what's after by @palajae
sfw! friends to lovers omg i remember i was halfway into reading this and tumblr auto refreshed and i scoured the internet searching "organic chemistry" and "tumblr" to find it back. it is just so cute!!
too cold by @enhaven
nsfw! established relationship omg this kind of hoon <3 just give me ur hoodie !!!
cabin fever by @rosesbxrry
nsfw! established relationship this was genuinely so crazy, i remember reading this and screaming. sunghoon... why did u put ur hand there
off the ice by @heesdreamer
suggestive! enemies to lovers god i loved reading this fic the first time it is so painfully beautiful and pulled on my heartstrings so much
missed you more by @chlorinecake
nsfw! established relationship - long distance omg you just have to read this!! sunghoon just misses his girl after some time apart
part of the job by @nyanggk
nsfw! idol x mental care captain omg i never read a pairing like this and it shook me. sunghoon as a brat is not a want its a NEED!!
one of the damned girls by @simpjaes
nsfw! vampire sunghoon yup yup simpjaes does it always because this is another fic that is ingrained in my head. i still think about line "you got on your knees and prayed" so often.
fate by @heesbaby
nsfw! vampire SMAU omg loser hoon ... but we love him. also can never forget the "im such a bad boyfriend" scene but i never want to forget.
a study on moles by @riluvs
sfw! established relationship omg this was so cute to read. i think about this fic so often. i love hoonie and his moles.
i'll love you forever by @zreamy
nsfw! childhood best friends/fake dating oh my god the writing in this fic?? perfect. it describes feelings and emotions in such a natural way. the tension ... the slow flinches from reading ... it is so life-like in a way. it's an all-time favorite for a reason.
forbidden attraction by @jungqkook
nsfw! hogwarts au! omg the tension in this is so delicious. and the smut oh my god who doesn't love dom sunghoon. there's also more beautiful works in this series with the other members <3
inch by inch by @intromortal
nsfw! established relationship bro. i waited since the teaser. i read this the second it came out. i read it so often it will never leave my mind. i love when fics feel like a movie. we all need hung sunghoon.
three weeks & three days by @sleepyhoon
nsfw! bestfriend's ex this fic does not leave my mind. the tension. the way sunghoon quietely looks after her. the handcuff scene. also jake and his vape comedy relief.
teeth by @romancentold
nsfw! enemies to lovers i loved the whole progression of this series. sunghoon is an asshole and yn always loves standing on business. theyre so chaotic and complex but it pulls you in more. i want to give everyone in this fic a hug.
the dollmaker by @faeyun
nsfw! established relationship this fic is so beautifully written. it gives you chills. it makes you think and feel on edge. it is a little dark but dollmaker sunghoon just really loves his girl fr
accidentally booked by @tobiosbbyghorl
nsfw! friends to lovers genuinely a movie. the tension is everything. and when the confession finally breaks in... the multiple sex scenes are DESERVED.
my man on willpower by @ringroundtherosy
nsfw! established relationship this is my favorite song off MBF, i love the ache that comes associated with it and this fic portrayed it so well. also the comedy is a plus.
keep it down! by @heethera
nsfw! neighbor omg there is something about two lonely people coming together. it's the small acts of kindness in between. jay and jake are such funny side characters in this one. awkward sunghoon is a must read. will never leave my mind.
a kiss is sex by @hoonkitti
nsfw! established relationship never thought kissing would be written so erotic like this. this genuinely changed the way i look at kissing. and it will change the way for you, too.
jungwon:
love 119 by @dksfml
suggestive! paramedic x doctor this is such a cute read WAHHH i love this relationship and the writing makes it so phenomenal. the bickering makes me smile so much. i love this series.
best fuck of your life by @lac4ygal
nsfw! fwb omg this fic will take you on a journey. sometimes u cant help but feel a little bit of jealousy. the scenes are written so well. this is honestly one of the best jungwon fics ive read.
what signs? by @solonenova
suggestive! SMAU childhood friends to lovers they are so funny and so annoying. that its so good and interesting. THE SIGNS ARE RIGHT THERE. i love the jungwon's litterbox universe.
ot7/multiple members:
no nut november by @jayflrt
nsfw! hyung line smau this was my first ever work i've read on enhablr. i will always share this to everyone because it truly gave me the entry and made me stay. it's such a good read and not just this smau but all of alice's smaus will make you laugh for such a long time.
groupchat! by @heeseung64
smau of ot7 and yn as roomies!! idek whether to tag this as nsfw or sfw .. just know its crazy. and a highlight of my day when theres an update. miss 64 i need to take a look inside ur brain and also thank you at the same time. so much joy and giggles. #deriod #avocado
taste of indulgence by @mssishipi
nsfw! jay x jake x yn college au! every part of this series has me levitating. the scenes are so well written, the angst is THERE and who doesn't want jake and jay in their pants.
tension theory by @nephynes
nsfw! jake x sunghoon x yn college au! bro. i love complex characters like this. they really make you think. genuinely was in shock reading this fic and it made me love it more. it's the growing soft spot for yn for me. but it's so much more than that too.
yours (maybe?) by @jaylaxies
nsfw! jay x jay x yn wedding reunion! the jayke meal is unstoppable when it comes to this fic. they're fighting for attention. oh they'll finally get it alright.
after hours and i love you regardless by @misolhee
nsfw! heeseung x jake x yn, sunghoon x yn TOXIC!!! these works deserve a double shout out the way the toxicity interests me so much. why do i like it and why is it so funny. they're ongoing and there's a jay, jungwon, heeseung solo too!!
somewhere between yours, and his by @moonlightdreamzz
nsfw! sunghoon x jungwon x yn college au! the tension in this. i truly understand how hard it is to choose when it's written like this. this is a perfect example of a love triangle. i remember waiting for each part and i love it so much.
and that's most of them! there are a lot of other great works not mentioned here but these are the ones that i keep coming back to. i hope you enjoy reading <3
Hello sweetie. I missed you so much too. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 you’re so dear to me you know. I’m so sorry I’ve been mia. My health hasn’t been the best lately. And also hee’s news blew up on me and I’ve been trying my best to stay sane and protest and handle life at the same time. So sorry for replying so late to you. How are you doing? Take care and stay hydrated. Lots of love to you! 💜
Summary: You thought an arranged marriage meant awkward dinners and polite smiles. You didn’t expect it to mean a husband who buys you ice cream, stays up for movies, and holds you through the pain. Maybe love doesn’t need fireworks, just Jay, and the warmth he brings.
Tags: ENHYPEN Jay x reader, arranged marriage, comfort, fluff, soft romance, domestic fluff, emotional intimacy, first love, developing relationship, warm and wholesome, soft boy Jay, Jay being a green flag (wbk), period comfort fic
Word count: 4.1k
The soft hum of the ceiling fan is the only sound in your shared apartment when you open your eyes. The pale light of dawn seeps through the thin curtains, painting the room in muted gold. You hear movement from the other side of the room, the rustle of fabric, the faint clink of a watch being fastened, and the subtle scent of cologne that has, over the last month, come to mean Jay.
It’s strange how quickly a scent can become familiar. Comforting, even.
“Morning,” his voice comes, deep but gentle, the way it always is before he fully wakes up.
You manage a small smile. “Morning.”
Jay stands by the dresser, adjusting his tie. He looks composed, neat as always. The perfect picture of someone who knows what he’s doing, someone who was probably ready for marriage long before you were. He glances at you briefly in the mirror, and the corner of his lips lifts just a little. It’s shy, tentative like he’s still unsure if smiling at you is something he’s allowed to do freely yet.
“You don’t have to get up now,” he says, reaching for his watch. “You looked tired last night.”
You hum in response, trying to sit up but wincing when a sharp pain twists low in your abdomen. It’s that dull, throbbing ache that you’ve known since your teens, the kind that doesn’t listen to logic or medication. You mask the pain with a quick inhale, hoping he doesn’t notice.
“I’ll get up soon,” you mumble. “Need to go to work, too.”
He nods, slipping on his jacket. “You’ll have breakfast before leaving?”
“Yeah,” you lie easily. “Of course.”
You can feel his eyes on you for a second longer than usual, as if he wants to say something else, maybe ask if you’re alright, but he doesn’t. That’s how it’s been since the wedding: small silences filled with almost-questions, the kind that hover between two people still learning how to fit into each other’s worlds.
When he finally heads for the door, he pauses, hand on the knob. “I’ll be back by seven,” he says softly. “Text me if you need anything.”
You nod again, forcing another faint smile. “Okay. Have a good day, Jay.”
“You too.”
The door closes with a quiet click, and just like that, the apartment feels too big again, the silence pressing against your ears. You stay there for a moment, staring at the empty space he left behind, before curling back under the blanket, pressing a hand to your abdomen as another cramp ripples through you.
You whisper to yourself, “It’s fine. Just another day.”
But it isn’t. Not today.
By the time the clock hits nine, you’re supposed to be halfway through your commute with coffee in one hand, headphones in, pretending to be functional.
Instead, you’re curled up on the couch in your oversized sweatshirt, a half-filled hot water bag resting against your stomach, the muted hum of the TV doing its best to distract you from the pulsing ache inside your body.
It’s one of those days. The kind where every cramp feels like a wave, rising and crashing without warning. You’ve had bad cycles before, but this one… this one feels like your body’s waging a quiet war.
You reach for the pain patch you’d bought last month, stick it onto your lower abdomen, and wait. Ten minutes later, it does almost nothing. The painkillers dull it a bit, but not enough. You sip warm water, then curl tighter into the couch, pressing the hot bag harder until it almost burns.
“Why today?” you mutter to no one, your voice small against the sound of a drama rerun playing on TV.
You think about calling in sick and after another sharp cramp that has you squeezing your eyes shut, you finally give in. You text your manager, “Not feeling well today. Taking the day off.”
It feels like a tiny relief, though guilt flickers somewhere behind it.
You switch off your work notifications and let yourself drift into a lazy rhythm. The day moves slowly. You nap, wake up, eat a few bites of the instant noodles you’d made, and then reach for the chocolates in the fridge. The sugar helps. A little comfort, small and familiar.
When afternoon light spills across the room, you’re lying on the couch surrounded by snack wrappers and an empty mug of hot chocolate. You think, fleetingly, about Jay.
He’s probably at work, neat suit, quiet voice, polite smile. You remember the way he always checks if you’ve eaten before he leaves in the mornings. He doesn’t say much, but the way he folds your laundry when you forget, or leaves a note reminding you to drink water- those small things have started to mean something.
It’s strange how care can be so quiet.
You sigh, pressing the hot bag against your stomach again. “He’d probably think I’m so dramatic if he saw me like this,” you whisper, almost laughing at yourself.
You picture his reaction, maybe that small frown he gets when he’s confused or worried. You’ve seen it once or twice, and somehow, it always makes your heart clench.
By the time the sun starts to dip below the horizon, the pain has eased just enough for you to sit up and switch on the lamps. You pull your hair into a messy bun, look at the clock - 6:42 p.m. Jay will be home soon.
And that’s when the panic hits.
The apartment looks like a snack tornado hit it. You shuffle to the kitchen, groaning softly as you gather wrappers and dishes, trying to make it look less like you’ve spent the whole day fighting for survival.
You’re still holding the half-empty chocolate bar when you hear the sound of keys turning in the lock.
Jay’s home.
Your heart skips. You’re not sure why. Maybe it’s because you don’t want him to worry, or maybe because you’re still learning how to let him see you like this.
You take a deep breath and turn toward the door just as it opens.
The door opens with its usual soft click, and Jay steps in with the faint chill of the evening following him. He looks the same as he did this morning: tie slightly loosened, hair a bit tousled from the long day, his expression calm but tired.
“Hey,” he says, voice low as he closes the door behind him. “You’re home?”
You straighten up quickly from the couch, trying to look less… pathetic. “Yeah,” you say, forcing a small smile. “I, um, took the day off.”
His brows rise, just a little. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” you answer too fast, then soften your tone. “Just- wasn’t feeling too great this morning. Thought I’d rest.”
Jay nods, slipping off his shoes and hanging his coat neatly on the rack. You watch him quietly; he’s always so methodical, so put-together. Even his small movements carry that calm steadiness that you envy sometimes.
He glances at the coffee table that has the evidence of your day: the empty mug, the snack wrappers you missed, the rumpled blanket. His lips twitch in what might be amusement.
“You’ve had quite the day off, huh?” he teases lightly.
You laugh weakly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Yeah, something like that.”
He doesn’t press, just hums and disappears briefly into the kitchen. You hear the fridge open, then close, and when he returns, he’s holding two bottles of water. He hands you one wordlessly before sitting down on the couch beside you. The space between you is close but not touching, the kind of distance that still feels charged with awareness.
Jay looks at you for a moment, studying your face. “You don’t look too great,” he says, tone gentle but honest. “Want to skip cooking tonight? We can order something.”
You blink, caught off guard by the softness in his voice. “You don’t mind?”
He shakes his head, already pulling out his phone. “Not at all. What do you feel like eating?”
You hesitate. It’s small, but the fact that he’s asking, that he notices something off, makes your chest tighten a little. “Maybe… something warm? Comfort food?”
He glances up, meeting your eyes. “Ramen?”
You smile faintly. “With extra eggs?”
He chuckles under his breath. “Got it.”
Within minutes, he’s ordering, not just ramen, but your favorite side dishes too, and when he thinks you’re not looking, you catch him adding your favorite brand of ice cream to the order. Your heart does a quiet, inconvenient flip.
When the food arrives, you both eat at the low table, knees almost brushing, the warmth from the steaming bowls filling the quiet apartment. You find yourself relaxing more than you expected. Jay keeps the conversation light, talking about a coworker’s mix-up at the office, about a street musician he passed on his way home.
He doesn’t ask about your day again, doesn’t push. And somehow, that feels like the kindest thing of all.
After dinner, he leans back against the couch, looking thoughtful. “Want to watch a movie?” he asks. “Something funny maybe? Or do you want to pick?”
You hesitate, the dull ache in your abdomen starting to pulse again. “I think something light would be good,” you say softly. “Just… to take my mind off things.”
He nods, grabs the remote, and settles beside you as the movie starts to play, some old rom-com you both vaguely remember. The room fills with soft laughter from the screen and the glow of the TV.
And for a while, you almost forget the pain. You almost forget that you’ve been trying to hide it.
Almost.
But as the night deepens, and the cramps return sharper and meaner than before, you find yourself curling slightly inward, pressing your hand against your stomach. You bite your lip to keep from making a sound.
Jay laughs quietly at something on-screen, then pauses. His expression shifts.
He’s noticed.
You tell yourself to stay still. To breathe through it. To not make a sound.
But the pain is relentless tonight. A twisting, heavy ache that makes your eyes sting. You shift slightly, trying to ease it, pressing a pillow against your stomach, willing yourself to focus on the movie instead.
Jay laughs again, but when you don’t respond, his voice fades mid-sentence.
“Hey,” he says softly. “You okay?”
You blink quickly, wiping at the corner of your eye before he can see. “Yeah,” you whisper. “Just… tired.”
He studies you, the glow from the TV reflecting in his eyes. “You sure? You look pale.”
You give a weak smile, trying to deflect. “It’s fine, really. Just a long day.”
Another cramp hits, sharp and mean, and this time, you can’t hide it. Your breath catches, your fingers clench around the blanket. A quiet, involuntary sound escapes you.
Jay immediately pauses the movie. “Hey, wait-” he starts, worry breaking through his calm tone. “You’re not fine. What’s wrong?”
You shake your head quickly, heart pounding with embarrassment. “It’s nothing, really, I just-”
“Y/N.” His voice is firm but gentle. “Tell me.”
You hesitate, eyes dropping to your hands. This isn’t something you ever imagined explaining to him. You’ve only been married a short while, polite dinners, small talk, hesitant touches when passing each other in the hallway. This kind of vulnerability feels too much.
But the pain doesn’t let you stay silent anymore.
“I’m…” You swallow hard. “I’m on my period.”
Jay blinks, processing, and you rush to add, “The cramps just get really bad sometimes. It’s not a big deal, it’ll pass.”
The words sound small, apologetic. You hate that they do.
Jay’s expression softens immediately, the worry deepening into something warmer, gentler. “You should’ve told me earlier,” he says quietly. “You’ve been in pain all day?”
You nod, biting your lip. “It’s not always this bad. I tried to handle it.”
He exhales, the kind of breath that sounds like he’s trying to steady himself. “Okay. Just- stay here for a second, alright?”
Before you can ask what he’s doing, he gets up and disappears into the kitchen. You hear cabinets opening, the faint rush of water. A few minutes later, he returns with a hot water bag, your painkillers, and the half-finished chocolate bar you’d been eating earlier.
You blink at the sight, feeling a sudden lump in your throat. “You didn’t have to-”
“I wanted to,” he says, quiet but certain. “Here.”
He hands you the water bag first, and when you press it against your stomach, the warmth is instant relief. He sits down beside you again, close enough that your knees brush. Then, carefully, he offers you the painkiller with a glass of water. You take it silently, trying not to let your hands shake.
For a while, neither of you speak. The only sound is the movie resuming softly in the background. Then Jay shifts slightly, turning toward you.
“Come on,” he says gently. “Let’s go to bed. You’ll be more comfortable.”
You nod, letting him guide you to your feet. He places a steady hand on your back as you walk, not too close, not too hesitant. Just… warm. Safe.
In your bedroom, he helps you lie down, pulling the blanket up to your shoulders. He sets the chocolates on the nightstand and the hot water bag back on your abdomen. Then, without a word, he turns off the overhead light, leaving only the dim bedside glow.
You watch him quietly, your chest tight. He’s moving around with such quiet care, like he’s afraid to disturb you, like every small gesture matters.
When he finally lies down beside you, there’s a pause. The kind that hums with newness, with the question of is this okay?
You shift closer, unconsciously seeking warmth. Jay hesitates, then carefully wraps an arm around your waist, his palm resting over the blanket.
The heat of his touch seeps through, soothing in a way the hot bag never could. He starts rubbing gentle circles over your stomach, slow and steady.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, voice a low whisper near your ear. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”
Something in you breaks at that. All the quiet strength you’ve been holding onto all day dissolves. Your eyes fill again, but this time, it’s not just from pain. It’s from the softness of it all. His care, his gentleness, the way he’s here even though you never asked him to be.
You turn slightly, burying your face in his chest. His heartbeat is steady under your ear.
Jay’s hand moves up to stroke your hair, his other arm pulling you a little closer. He whispers again, almost absently, “You did well today. Rest now, okay?”
You don’t even realize when your breathing evens out. The pain dulls, your muscles loosen, and the world slips away in the warmth of his arms.
For the first time since the marriage, it doesn’t feel like you’re sharing space with a stranger.
It feels like something is quietly, irrevocably changing.
When you wake, the first thing you notice is the sunlight filtering through the curtains. It was warm, golden, and too soft to belong to early morning. You must’ve slept longer than usual.
The second thing you notice is him.
Jay is lying beside you, still half asleep. His arm is draped loosely around your waist, fingers lightly curled against your hip, his breathing slow and even. His hair falls messily over his forehead, a rare sight, you realize, because you’ve only ever seen him composed, neat, perfectly put together.
You don’t move at first. You just lie there, staring at the way the sunlight touches his face, at how peaceful he looks. It hits you then, how different this feels.
Last night isn’t something you can file away as a small act of kindness. It wasn’t a polite gesture. It was real. Gentle. Human.
And it’s the first time since your arranged marriage that you’ve felt like you belong next to him.
You shift slightly, the movement stirring him awake. His arm tightens instinctively before he blinks, eyes opening slowly. When his gaze lands on you, a soft smile touches his lips, sleepy and unguarded.
“Hey,” he murmurs, voice rough from sleep. “You okay?”
You nod, smiling back. “Better,” you admit. “Much better, actually.”
He looks relieved, really relieved. “Good,” he says quietly. “You scared me last night.”
You flush a little, your cheeks warming. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just didn’t want to make it awkward.”
Jay’s brow furrows, confusion flickering across his face. “Awkward? You were in pain.”
“I know, but…” You hesitate, picking at a thread on the blanket. “We’re still… figuring things out. I didn’t want to dump something like that on you.”
He watches you for a long moment before sighing softly. “You don’t have to hide things from me, you know.” His voice is low, steady, but there’s a hint of something vulnerable beneath it. “I know this marriage wasn’t something either of us planned, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care.”
You look up at him then, really look. There’s no hesitation in his gaze now. Just warmth.
“I know,” you whisper. “And… thank you. For last night.”
He smiles, the kind that starts small and then reaches his eyes. “Anytime.”
The silence that follows isn’t uncomfortable. It’s full of things unsaid, of quiet beginnings. You realize you’re still lying close to him, your fingers brushing his wrist. When he notices, he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he shifts closer, his thumb gently tracing the back of your hand.
“You should rest more,” he says softly. “Do you want breakfast? I can make something.”
You chuckle lightly. “You cook?”
“Not well,” he admits, laughing too, “but I can manage pancakes if you promise not to judge.”
You grin, warmth spreading through you, not just from his words but from the effort, the way he’s trying.
“I’d like that,” you say.
He nods and reluctantly pulls away, stretching before heading to the kitchen. You watch him go, heart doing that quiet flutter again. The pain in your stomach is still there, but it’s gentler now, bearable.
You sit up, leaning against the headboard, wrapping the blanket around you. From the kitchen, you hear faint clattering and Jay muttering under his breath, something about burning the first pancake. You smile to yourself.
It’s domestic and imperfect, but it feels right.
When he returns, he’s holding two slightly uneven pancakes on a plate, wearing an expression that’s half proud, half sheepish. “Don’t laugh,” he warns.
You take a bite. It’s not great, but it’s not bad either. You make a show of considering it. “Not bad, chef Jay.”
He smirks, sitting beside you. “You’re lying.”
“Maybe,” you admit with a small laugh, “but I appreciate the effort.”
He looks at you for a long moment then, his gaze soft but searching. “You really do look better,” he says quietly. “I was worried I’d overstep last night.”
You shake your head. “You didn’t. You… made me feel cared for.”
Jay exhales slowly, his shoulders relaxing. “Good. That’s all I wanted.”
You reach out then, it’s instinctive, and place your hand over his. “You did,” you whisper.
The air between you shifts again, delicate and new. Jay squeezes your hand gently, then lets it linger there, a small promise in the space between your palms.
Later, as you finish breakfast, you find yourself leaning against him again on the couch, the same spot where the night before had unravelled into quiet intimacy. The difference now is that the silence feels comfortable, shared.
You glance up at him, your voice soft. “Jay?”
“Hmm?”
“I want to try,” you say, almost a whisper. “With this… marriage. With us.”
His expression changes, surprise first, then something deeper, something tender. “Me too,” he says. “We’ll figure it out together, yeah?”
You nod. “Yeah.”
He smiles, slow and genuine, and pulls you gently into his arms again. His hand finds yours, his thumb tracing small circles over your skin like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
And as the morning stretches quietly between you, the soft rustle of the curtains, the faint warmth of sunlight, the fading ache of yesterday, you realize that maybe love doesn’t always begin with fireworks.
Sometimes, it starts with care. With gentle hands, warm blankets, and whispered words in the dark.
And sometimes, it begins with a hot water bag and a boy named Jay who stayed when you needed him most.
Three months later, the apartment feels different.
Not because the furniture has changed or because the sunlight falls any differently through the curtains but because the air itself feels warmer now. Lived-in. Shared.
Your mug sits beside his on the breakfast table, his tie draped over the back of a chair, your sweater hanging from the arm of the couch. Tiny things, scattered like pieces of two lives that have begun to intertwine without either of you noticing exactly when it happened.
Jay hums softly as he moves around the kitchen, hair still damp from his shower, sleeves rolled up, flipping pancakes with surprising ease now. You can’t help but smile. He’s improved a lot since that first disastrous morning.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he says, catching your gaze with a half-grin. “I told you I’d get better.”
“You did,” you tease. “Still not as good as mine though.”
He laughs, setting a plate in front of you. “One day, I’ll make you admit otherwise.”
You grin, taking a bite, and realize this is what comfort feels like.
The kind that comes from learning someone’s rhythms: how he always hums when he’s focused, how his right eyebrow twitches when he’s pretending not to smile, how he automatically reaches for your hand when you’re crossing the street together.
Jay sits beside you now, sipping his coffee, scrolling lazily through his phone. You lean your head on his shoulder, a soft habit that’s formed naturally over the last few weeks.
“Big day today?” you ask, tracing small circles on the back of his hand.
He shakes his head. “Just meetings. You?”
“Nothing major,” you say. “Though I might stop by the store on my way home.”
He nods. “Need me to pick you up later?”
You smile. “You’re too good to me, Jay.”
He shrugs, pretending nonchalance, but his lips curve up. “You make it easy.”
You stay like that for a while. The quiet between you filled with morning sounds and a comfort that no longer feels new but beautifully familiar.
Then Jay sets down his cup, glances at you, and tilts his head slightly. “Hey,” he says softly, “are you feeling okay today? No cramps or anything?”
You blink, surprised. “You remembered?”
He nods, a faint flush creeping up his neck. “Of course. You looked miserable last time. I told myself I’d make sure you never had to go through that alone again.”
Your chest tightens, eyes stinging a little with warmth. “You really didn’t have to-”
“I wanted to,” he says simply, the same words he used that night.
It hits you again how steady he is, not loud about his care, not dramatic. Just there. Always there.
You reach out and cup his cheek lightly, your thumb brushing against his skin. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”
Jay smiles, soft, real. “Maybe I do.”
You lean forward, and this time, you don’t hesitate. You kiss him. It is a low, unhurried, full of everything you haven’t said in words. When you pull back, he’s still smiling, his hand finding its familiar place against your waist.
“I’m glad we’re doing this,” you whisper.
“Me too,” he says. “I think we’re getting pretty good at it.”
You laugh, resting your forehead against his. “Yeah. Pretty good.”
Outside, the day begins, the distant noise of the street, the smell of coffee, the gentle hum of life continuing. Inside, everything feels still, safe, and right.
And as Jay presses a quick kiss to your temple before heading out, you realize that love didn’t rush in all at once.
It grew slowly, quietly, through care, through laughter, through the kind of mornings that feel ordinary but are anything but.
The kind of love that started with a small act of kindness on a painful night and became the softest, surest part of your life.
Summary: You love him loudly. Always have. Maybe too much. Jay never made you feel like it was a problem until the day he didn’t know you were standing outside the door. One overheard joke. One crack in everything you thought was safe. And now you’re loving him in silence, wondering if you were ever wanted the way you loved. He doesn’t know what changed. But you do.
Tags: ENHYPEN Jay x reader, established relationship, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, clingy gf, communication, romantic angst, angst with a happy ending, reassuring bf Jay
Word count: 4.2k
You weren’t sure when you became this clingy. Maybe it was just the way you loved— loudly, fully, with your whole heart. Or maybe it was because Jay made you feel like it was okay to be that way. He never once pushed you away. In fact, he’d pull you in closer.
You were his girlfriend. The clingy one. And he was yours— the patient, calm, quietly affectionate one. The one who always seemed to enjoy your affection, who welcomed your hugs even when he was sweaty from practice or half-asleep after a schedule.
So, when your work trip came up, you didn’t think twice about surprising him before your flight. You were only going to be gone a few days, but it felt like forever. You had texted him that morning, pretending you were already heading to the airport.
Instead, you’d asked the cab to wait outside HYBE for just ten minutes, just enough time to run upstairs, find him, hug him once and whisper a proper goodbye.
The hallways of HYBE felt oddly quiet for late afternoon. You took the elevator to the practice floor and tiptoed toward the familiar training room. You peeked through the glass to find Jay inside with the rest of Enhypen. They were laughing, all sprawled across the floor, drenched in sweat, clearly taking a break.
You reached for the door handle but paused.
Jay was speaking.
“My girlfriend is so clingy,” he said, laughing, voice light and teasing. “I swear, she’d probably come here just to say bye before her flight or something.”
Your heart stilled.
Another voice, probably Sunghoon’s, chimed in, “She would, wouldn’t she?”
Jay laughed again. “She would. It’s so annoying sometimes. I don’t get a moment of peace, man.”
The others laughed, but you couldn’t hear them anymore.
Your fingers trembled on the door handle. You let go.
You stumbled back, trying not to draw attention, your eyes already stinging. A sob pressed against your chest, but you bit it back. Not here. Not now.
You turned and rushed toward the washroom down the hall. Inside, you locked the door and leaned over the sink, gripping the edges like they were the only thing holding you up. Your reflection in the mirror was pale, eyes wide, lips trembling.
Annoying.
He said I’m annoying.
The word echoed again and again, ringing louder than his laughter.
You had always known you were clingy. You texted him too much, hugged him too tight, asked to see him even during his busiest days. But Jay never once made you feel like it was too much. He let you love him the way you did. He said he liked it.
Maybe he lied.
Maybe he never wanted to hurt you, so he smiled through it but deep down, it was suffocating him.
You covered your mouth to stop the sob that finally escaped. Your cab was still waiting.
You didn’t even check your face before leaving the bathroom. You just walked straight out of the building, got into the cab, and texted Jay once you were seated.
[Y/N 🐰]: on the way to the airport now. have a good day at practice 💛
The reply came quickly.
[Jay 🐯]: thanks babe!! have a safe flight. text me when you land 😘
That was it.
He didn’t know you were just a few feet away moments ago, standing outside the room, hearing the words that sliced right through you.
The flight passed in a haze.
You barely remembered getting on board or the hotel you checked into when you arrived. But your brain kept looping those words. So annoying. Don’t get a moment of peace.
It wasn’t just what he said, it was the laughter. The way he brushed you off like a joke. The way no one disagreed.
Was that really how he saw you?
The first few days of the trip, you made yourself hold back.
You texted him daily, like always but your messages were short. Polite. Emotionless.
No cute photos, no voice notes, no “I miss you so much I could die”s. Just:
[Y/N 🐰]: morning. hope you slept well. [Y/N 🐰]: heading to my meeting now. ttyl. [Y/N 🐰]: landed back in the hotel. was a long day.
Jay didn’t seem to notice at first. He replied sweetly, called you whenever he could, and even sent food delivery to your hotel once. You picked up his calls when he rang but didn’t initiate any yourself.
When he teased you gently one night over FaceTime with a “Where’s my clingy girlfriend gone?” you just smiled and said, “Maybe I’m just tired.”
He didn’t press it.
And you were thankful.
Because if he knew the truth that you had been spiraling ever since overhearing him he might have just reassured you out of guilt.
You didn’t want pity. You just wanted to understand.
Were you too much?
Maybe distance was good. For both of you.
When you landed back home, HYBE had given Jay the day off. You didn’t even have to ask. He was already at your apartment, waiting with open arms and a stupidly excited smile on his face.
Normally, you would’ve jumped into his arms, wrapped yourself around him like a koala, kissed him breathless.
This time, you stepped into his hug and held him tightly… but quietly.
“I missed you,” you murmured into his chest, feeling tears threaten again.
“I missed you more,” he whispered, kissing your hair.
“I’m really tired. I think I’ll shower and lie down for a bit.”
You felt him hesitate, but he nodded. “Okay, babe. Want me to order in dinner?”
“Yeah,” you said softly, already walking away.
You didn’t see the confused crease forming between his brows.
In the days that followed, you pulled away even more.
You still kissed him good morning. Still cuddled on the couch. Still replied to his texts.
But your affection had changed.
It was measured. Careful. Held back. Almost as if you were scared to overdo it.
And Jay noticed.
Jay had been trying to convince himself that nothing was wrong.
At first, he chalked it up to jet lag. Then maybe work stress. You had just come back from a full-on business trip, after all. And still, you were warm, affectionate, kind. Still you.
Just… less.
You didn’t linger with your hugs. You didn’t sneak into his lap when he was watching TV or ask to hold hands while walking down the street. You still responded to his “I love you”s but always with a soft smile or a quiet “You too.”
And what unsettled Jay most was that you didn’t seem upset.
You weren’t cold or angry or ignoring him. You were… normal. Just a little too quiet. A little too reserved. Like someone walking across thin ice, afraid that one wrong move would make it crack.
And Jay didn’t know why.
“Everything okay with you two?”
Heeseung’s voice pulled Jay out of his thoughts one afternoon as they cooled off outside the dance studio.
Jay blinked. “Huh?”
“You’ve been spacing out for the past hour, man.”
Sunghoon looked up from his water bottle. “Did you two fight?”
“No,” Jay said automatically.
Because you didn’t fight. You never fought. You were the clingiest person he knew—but never demanding or dramatic. Just soft and sweet and maybe too gentle for someone like him.
He ran a hand through his damp hair.
“No fight. She’s just… different lately.”
“Different how?” Heeseung asked.
Jay hesitated. “I don’t know. She’s quiet. She doesn’t… I don’t know. Cling.”
Sunghoon laughed. “You miss her being stuck to you like Velcro?”
Jay smiled faintly. “Yeah. I do.”
It got worse in the next few days.
Not by much but enough that he noticed.
Your hugs lasted only a few seconds. You stopped cuddling into him at night unless he pulled you in himself. You smiled a lot but it didn’t always reach your eyes.
Jay caught himself staring at you more often than not. Trying to read your face. Trying to understand what changed.
You were always good at hiding when you were hurting. But he knew you well enough to sense something was off.
So, one night, when you were brushing your hair after a shower, he finally asked.
“Are we okay?”
Your hand paused mid-stroke. “Yeah. Of course.”
“You sure?”
You turned slightly to look at him. “Why are you asking that?”
Jay moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “I don’t know. Just feels like… something’s different.”
You smiled. And it hurt him how convincing it was.
“We’re both busy lately,” you said. “Maybe it’s just that.”
Jay nodded slowly. “Okay.”
But his gut told him that wasn’t it.
A few days later, Jay’s manager stopped by the practice room to drop off some documents. They exchanged a few casual words, laughing about scheduling and performance outfits.
Then, as the manager turned to leave, he paused.
“Oh! By the way, I think I saw your girlfriend here last week.”
Jay blinked. “Wait, what?”
“Yeah, sometime last week? You guys were on break. I was heading up to a meeting and thought I saw her in the hallway. Looked like she was crying, actually. But I figured I must’ve been wrong. Thought she was out of the country, wasn’t she?”
Jay’s blood ran cold.
“What day?”
The manager scratched his head. “Uh… maybe Tuesday? Or Wednesday? Not sure. Why?”
Jay’s chest tightened.
Tuesday.
That was the day of your flight.
That was the day he had been joking around with the guys in the practice room. The day he’d laughed about how clingy you were. The day he’d said—
“She’d probably come here just to say bye before her flight or something.”
“It’s so annoying sometimes. I don’t get a moment of peace, man.”
His breath caught.
You had come.
You heard him.
Oh God.
Jay stood up so suddenly his water bottle toppled over. The other members looked at him in surprise.
“I have to go,” he muttered, already grabbing his phone.
You were curled up on the couch when the door opened.
Jay didn’t knock. He never did. But this time, the energy he brought into your apartment was different.
Urgent. Heavy.
You turned around, confused. “Jay?”
He looked like he’d just sprinted through a storm. His hair messy, shirt slightly damp from sweat, chest rising and falling like he hadn’t stopped moving since the studio.
He didn’t speak at first.
Just stared at you like his heart was breaking right there at the door.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, standing up slowly.
“You came to HYBE before your flight.”
The air thickened. You didn’t respond.
“You were outside the practice room,” he said, voice low. “You heard me, didn’t you?”
Still, you didn’t speak.
Jay crossed the room in three long steps and stopped in front of you. “Y/N… why didn’t you tell me?”
You looked away. Your throat burned.
“I wasn’t supposed to hear it,” you said quietly. “You didn’t mean for me to.”
“But I still said it,” Jay whispered. “And I’m so sorry.”
You clenched your jaw, blinking fast. “Did you mean it?”
“No.” His voice cracked. “I mean—I said it. And maybe there was some truth in the joke. But not the way you think.”
You finally looked up at him, eyes shimmering.
“Then explain.”
Jay exhaled slowly.
“I was tired that day. We were joking around. And yeah, I said you were clingy. But it was dumb. Stupid. I didn’t mean it to sound like a complaint. I didn’t mean it like you were a burden.”
You didn’t say anything.
Jay stepped closer. “Do you know how empty it feels without you clinging to me all the time?”
That surprised you.
He continued, “I miss you barging into my day with twenty texts. I miss you hanging off my arm. I miss you falling asleep on my shoulder even when I told you I was too sweaty.”
A shaky laugh escaped you.
“I’ve been walking around like an idiot wondering why my own girlfriend suddenly feels… distant,” he said. “And it’s because I hurt you. Without even knowing it.”
You swallowed hard.
“I didn’t want to be too much,” you whispered. “I thought maybe you were just too nice to tell me to back off. And then I heard that, and I… I couldn’t un-hear it.”
Jay pulled you into his arms.
“Y/N,” he said softly, “you are not too much. And if I ever feel overwhelmed, I swear I’ll talk to you about it like an adult. Not laugh about it behind your back like a coward.”
You buried your face into his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Please don’t stop loving me the way you do. I like it. I love it. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”
You were crying now. Silently, but openly. Your fists clutched the back of his shirt.
“I missed you,” you mumbled.
“I missed you,” he whispered. “The real you.”
Jay stayed the night. He held you until you fell asleep. And when you woke up, he was still there, watching you with a look so full of guilt and affection, it made your chest ache.
But even after his apology, something still lingered.
You tried. You smiled more. Hugged him longer.
But you were hesitant. Still afraid of slipping into being “too much” again.
Jay noticed.
So he did the only thing he could.
He doubled down.
Jay hadn’t stopped trying since that night.
You could feel it in every small gesture, every extra text, every meal he cooked for you (even if it was just ramen), every time he pulled you closer in bed when he thought you were asleep.
He never outright said, “Please go back to being clingy,” but it was in the way he lingered after hugs, the way he sent little updates about his day hoping you’d reply with your usual excited rambles. It was in the way he’d pause before hanging up a call, waiting, just waiting, for you to say “Wait, don’t hang up yet.”
But you didn’t.
Not yet.
You couldn’t help it. Even though you believed him, believed the apology, believed that he loved your affection, it was hard to silence that voice in the back of your head.
What if he just said that to make you feel better?
What if he only missed it because it was gone?
You didn’t want to return to being your old self if it meant smothering him. And you didn’t want to ask for reassurance constantly either. That would make you even more clingy, wouldn’t it?
So you stayed somewhere in the middle.
You loved him quietly. Carefully.
And Jay, slowly but surely, began to unravel that quiet.
It started with the small things.
He sent you selfies, not just the polished, fan-facing ones, but blurry shots of him mid-bite at lunch, or with half of his face smushed into a couch pillow.
[Jay 🐯]: rate this hair from 1 to “should I just shave my head”
Or—
[Jay 🐯]: me thinking about you. also about cake. mostly you tho
Sometimes you replied. Sometimes you left him on read. But he didn’t stop.
Then he brought home your favorite pastries one evening.
You smiled, a little surprised. “What’s the occasion?”
“Just missed your smile when you see these.”
You felt your heart crack a little. You hadn’t lit up the way you used to. Not since that day.
Then came the soft ambushes.
You were brushing your teeth when he wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder.
“Miss this,” he mumbled through his reflection.
You tried to laugh, mouth full of foam.
When you rinsed and turned to face him, he was still there, looking at you like you hung the moon.
“You don’t have to hold back,” he said softly.
You looked down. “I’m trying not to… smother you again.”
Jay sighed. He lifted your chin gently with one finger so you’d meet his gaze.
“You never smothered me,” he said. “You just… made my days brighter. And warmer.”
A long silence passed.
You looked at him, then reached forward and poked his cheek. “You’re really not mad I used to cling to you all the time?”
Jay smiled. “I loved it. I was just being an idiot around the guys. Trying to sound funny and cool.”
“You’re terrible at that.”
He laughed. “I know.”
And then you hugged him.
Properly. Tightly.
Like the old you would’ve.
He melted into it immediately, arms wrapped around you like he never wanted to let go.
“I missed this,” he whispered into your hair.
You pressed your face into his neck. “Me too.”
But it wasn’t all better overnight.
There were still moments when you’d pause before reaching for his hand. Still moments where your fingers hovered over the “call” button on your phone, wondering if you were doing too much again.
Jay never stopped noticing.
So he made it his mission to rebuild what had cracked.
One evening, you were curled up on the couch reading, and Jay sat beside you holding his phone. A few minutes later, your phone buzzed.
[Jay 🐯]: miss you.
You glanced at him. He was right beside you.
He grinned and sent another.
[Jay 🐯]: miss my clingy koala too
You blinked at the screen, heart stuttering.
Then he reached out and pulled your legs onto his lap.
“I’m giving you a chance to cling again,” he said casually, flipping through Netflix.
You stared at him.
“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered but your voice was warm, your chest lighter than it had been in weeks.
He looked over and smiled. “But you love me.”
You rolled your eyes.
And climbed into his lap.
A week later, Jay had a short out-of-town schedule. You went to drop him off at HYBE.
You hesitated outside the building, remembering that day. Your chest tightened a little.
But Jay was waiting at the entrance this time. As soon as he saw you, he ran over and threw his arms around you.
“I knew you’d come say bye.”
You smiled against his shirt. “Do you want me to?”
Jay leaned back just enough to meet your eyes. “Yes. Every time.”
You pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“I’ll be waiting when you get back.”
He kissed your forehead. “And I’ll be starving for affection.”
Later that night, Jay sent you a voice note from his hotel bed.
“Babe. You left a hoodie here. It smells like you and now I’m lying in bed like a loser sniffing your sleeves. Hope you’re happy. Also, I miss you. And I hope when I get back, you’ll jump on me like the clingy little koala you are. I need that. Seriously.”
You laughed to yourself, cheeks heating.
You recorded a reply:
“That’s what you get for saying I’m annoying behind my back. 😤 But yes. Prepare to be clung to.”
He replied in a heartbeat.
[Jay 🐯]: that’s my girl 🥹
Jay’s trip only lasted three days, but you found yourself counting the hours until he returned.
Maybe it was the way he kept checking in, texting you the dumbest memes, or updating you about every little thing he ate. Or maybe it was because, for the first time since everything happened, you felt like your old selves again, playful, chaotic, and full of love.
You'd been cautious for so long, trying not to step over some invisible line.
But Jay had erased it completely.
When you picked him up from HYBE that evening, Jay didn't even wait for you to unbuckle your seatbelt before dragging you out of the car and into a tight embrace.
You squeaked in surprise. “Jay!”
“I told you I’d be starving for affection,” he mumbled, lips brushing your ear. “And I meant it.”
You laughed, heart warm and full. “Did you miss me that much?”
He pulled back and cupped your face in both hands. “I missed you so much that I used your voice notes as lullabies and told Jake I was suffering from cuddling withdrawals.”
“Poor Jake.”
Jay smirked. “Poor me.”
Then you kissed him.
And maybe it was just a kiss to the world, but to you, it felt like a reset. Like everything between you had settled again. No more walking on eggshells. No more holding back.
You were home again. In him.
In the days that followed, the shift between you two was impossible to miss.
The subtle distance you had placed between your hearts was gone. You clung again, softly, playfully, and sometimes even more than before.
Jay didn’t just welcome it. He mirrored it.
He reached for your hand more often. Held you longer in the mornings before you got out of bed. He surprised you with coffee deliveries, forehead kisses, and random “I love you” texts at 3AM.
One afternoon, while he was cooking, you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind and rested your cheek on his back.
“Koala mode again?” he teased.
“Mm-hmm,” you hummed. “You said I’m allowed.”
“You’re encouraged,” he corrected.
You peeked up at him. “So I’m not annoying?”
He turned off the stove, dried his hands, and spun around to face you.
“No,” he said seriously. “But even if you were, you’d be my annoying.”
You grinned.
Then, just to mess with him, you whispered, “I might text you thirty times tomorrow while you’re at practice.”
“I’ll reply to all thirty.”
“And I might kiss you in front of your members next time.”
“Good. Then they’ll stop calling you fake for being ‘less clingy.’” He gave you a look. “Yeah, they noticed too.”
You gasped. “No way.”
Jay nodded solemnly. “Jake said he almost cried when you left a room without hugging me once.”
You laughed, burying your face in his chest.
Jay held you closer.
“I’m sorry again,” he murmured. “For hurting you.”
“I know,” you whispered. “And thank you. For making me feel safe again.”
He kissed the top of your head. “You never lost that place. You just forgot where it was for a while.”
A few weeks later, you surprised him at HYBE again. This time with coffee for the whole group and a massive bear hug for Jay the moment he stepped out of the practice room.
Sunghoon whooped dramatically. “She’s BACK!”
Heeseung pumped his fist. “Balance has been restored!”
Jay just wrapped both arms around you like it was the most natural thing in the world and said, “My girlfriend came to say hi. Be jealous.”
Jake fake gagged. “Gross. But also… finally.”
You smiled into Jay’s shoulder.
It felt good to be back.
That night, after dinner, Jay curled up beside you on the couch and tapped your nose.
“I never told you this,” he said softly, “but when I first met you, I knew you were going to love hard. I could feel it.”
You looked at him. “Is that a good thing?”
Jay nodded. “The best.”
He ran a finger along your jaw gently.
“You make me feel loved all the time. Even when you're annoying.”
You glared. “Jay.”
He laughed. “I mean in a good way.”
You crossed your arms. “There’s no such thing as good annoying.”
He leaned in, kissing the side of your neck. “Sure there is. It’s the kind that keeps me warm. Keeps me grounded. Reminds me that someone wants to be around me, even when I’m tired or grumpy.”
You softened.
“I used to think I’d need a lot of space to feel okay in a relationship,” he continued. “But then you happened. And I realized I don’t want space. I want you. Every weird, clingy, dramatic bit of you.”
Your eyes shimmered.
“You’re going to make me cry again,” you murmured.
He smirked. “Then cry on me. I like when you do that too.”
You shoved him playfully, and he dragged you into his lap, tickling you until you were breathless and smiling through tears.
And later, when the apartment was quiet and you were lying tangled in each other under the sheets, Jay whispered, “Thanks for not giving up on us.”
You kissed his chest where your head rested.
“I never could.”
One rainy morning, Jay was rushing around getting ready for another early schedule when he noticed you sleepily padding after him, wrapped in his oversized hoodie.
He turned just as you flopped face-first onto the couch.
“Do you want me to cancel and stay home?” he joked.
You made a noise that sounded suspiciously like yes.
He chuckled and walked over, crouching down in front of you.
“Clingy again?” he asked, brushing your hair out of your face.
You yawned. “Always.”
Jay leaned in and kissed your nose.
“Good.”
Then, with a grin, he added, “You’re lucky I love it.”
You pulled him down into one more hug.
And when he left, he did so with your warmth still clinging to his clothes and your love still blooming quietly in his heart.
Summary: You love him loudly. Always have. Maybe too much. Jay never made you feel like it was a problem until the day he didn't know you were standing outside the door. One overheard joke. One crack in everything you thought was safe. And now you're loving him in silence, wondering if you were ever wanted the way you loved. He doesn't know what changed. But you do.
A Little Love, A Lot of Comfort (4.1k)
Summary: You thought an arranged marriage meant awkward dinners and polite smiles. You didn’t expect it to mean a husband who buys you ice cream, stays up for movies, and holds you through the pain. Maybe love doesn’t need fireworks, just Jay, and the warmth he brings.
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