dad!jake x fem!reader. . !! cw : 1.4k wc, fluff ! idt theres anyth else, lmk if i missed something! not proofread
wherein, jake is the best husband, giving you the life you once only dreamed of as a child and, of course, the prettiest son ever!
notes, idk shi about making a snowman and if a four yr old can do it alone so lets js not mention it and enjoy the story yes? if im going to have a child i want them to be as cute as litol jake ๐ค
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You loved your husband, Jake. The way he had taken care of you from the very start, giving you a perfect life where you didn't have to worry about anythingโand most importantly, the greatest thing he had ever given you..
A very adorable and beautiful son.
He was the carbon copy of his fatherโthe fluff in his hair, the shape of his eyes, the already prominent bridge of his nose, and your favorite of all, his cute little plump lips.
It didn't just end with his physical looks, he had taken after his father's personality as well. The genuineness to the giddiness over the smallest things? All Jake. Sometimes you wondered if there was even a hint of you in him. Nonetheless, having a small Jake running around the house? You weren't complaining.
Yunjae stood in front of you, his pink bottom lip jutted out as he watched you patiently pull out a beanie to complete his look. The toddler had woken you up before the sun had even risen, mumbling about playing in the snow with Layla.
So here you were, dressing your four year old son for the cold winter weather. You gently placed the beanie over his head, making sure it covered even his little ears. Yunjae only stared at you before shifting his gaze over your shoulder, landing on the figure still buried beneath the thick blankets.
"Will dada come with?" he asked softly, biting his bottom lip the same way Jake did whenever he wasn't sure if what he was saying was right.
You glanced back at your still sleeping husband, who had come home late last night due to his packed schedule. Turning back to your son, you gently brushed the bangs peeking out from his beanie.
"When he wakes up, darling," you said softly. "Dad's very tired."
Yunjae merely nodded, solemn, as if having fun in the snow was somehow wrong without his father. You stood up with a soft grunt, extending your hand toward your toddler.
"Let's go, buddy."
Yunjae hesitated for a second before slipping his tiny hand into yours, his fingers curling around yours like he was anchoring himself. His grip was warm despite the cold creeping in from the windows.
"Okay.." he murmured, though his eyes flickered back to the bed one last time.
You noticed it, of course you did. Yunjae adored his fatherโeverything felt a little less exciting if Jake wasn't there to witness it.
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Outside, in front of the house, Yunjae ran around in the snow with Layla, his soft giggles echoing through the quiet neighborhood, accompanied only by the occasional whisper of the wind and the dog's panting.
You sat on the porch steps, a mug of hot chocolate clutched in your freezing hands as you watched your son fondly. When Layla suddenly tackled the toddler into the snow, you felt a presence settle beside youโyour husband, dressed in nothing but a shirt and sweatpants, curling up next to you.
"It's snowing, Jake. What the hell are you wearing?" you muttered, setting your mug down before taking his hand in yours. He stayed silent, only leaning closer, curling further into you for warmth.
Jake's eyes remained on Yunjae, who was laughing as he tried to push Layla away, the dog jumped back and barked in glee. Yunjae sat up, snow dusting his beanie, his noseโidentical to Jake'sโred from the cold.
"Dada!"
Yunjae shot up, running straight toward his father and throwing his snow covered arms around him. Jake let out a soft groan, laughing sleepily as he hugged his son back despite the cold seeping through his clothes.
You tutted softly, brushing the snow off Yunjae's eyelashes.
"I'll make a snowman, watch me!" Yunjae beamed, pulling away before either of you could respond, already rolling a small mound of snow across the ground.
Taking the chance, Jake scooted closer, slipping his arms beneath your blanket before burying his face into the crook of your neck. You let out a small flinch at the cold but quickly relaxed, welcoming him into your warmth.
"You'll catch a cold," you whispered, your voice gentle as the two of you watched your son fondly, now focused on rolling the snow for his snowman's torso.
"'M lazy," he drawled, a quiet laugh escaping him when Layla suddenly jumped onto the snow Yunjae was rolling, the toddler squealing in surprise before bursting into giggles.
"You know," you began, gently rubbing circles over Jake's arm wrapped around you.
He hummed softly.
"I have the prettiest son, thanks to you."
Jake huffed out a quiet laugh against your skin, his breath still cold as it brushed your neck.
"Yeah?" he murmured, voice low and still a little rough from sleep. His arm tightened slightly around you, pulling you closer beneath the blanket.
"I think he gets that from you."
He shifted just enough to glance at Yunjae, a soft smile forming.
"Sure, he's got my genes," he added, voice quieter now, "but he's all you." His thumb brushed absentmindedly against your arm. "Carried him for nine months, raised him.. that's you."
He pressed a lazy kiss to your neck, lingering.
"Pretty things usually come from you anyway."
"Dada! Mama! Look!" Yunjae's voice rang out through the cold air as he waved, bouncing in place beside his snowman like he could barely contain himself. His cheeks were flushed pink, beanie slightly crooked, and his little gloved hands dusted with snow. All while Layla sat beside the snowman like she had contributed to it as well.
You and Jake both looked up at the same time.
Jake let out a soft chuckle, tightening his arms around you. "He's loud," he murmured, though there was nothing but fondness in his voice.
"He gets that from you," you whispered back.
"Yeah?" Jake hummed sleepily, nuzzling closer into your shoulder. "Is that a compliment, baby?"
Yunjae didn't wait any longerโhe was already running toward you both, nearly slipping in the snow before catching himself with a proud little gasp.
"I made it all by myself!" he announced, pointing dramatically at the lopsided snowman like it was the greatest thing in the world.
You leaned forward slightly from the porch step, brushing snow off his sleeve. "It's really good, baby."
Jake stayed seated beside you, still half-curled in his shirt and sweatpants, eyes squinting slightly at the snowman like he was critically inspecting it. "Hmm," he murmured after a beat. "Pretty solid construction. Might survive the winter."
Yunjae gasped. "Really?!"
Jake nodded once, a soft smile on his face. "Very impressive work, buddy. Good job."
That was all it took for Yunjae to light up, bouncing on on his heels in glee before suddenly freezing mid-celebration. He placed his hands over his covered stomach.
Then he looked at you with the most serious expression a four year old could muster.
"I'm hungry," he declared.
You blinked, stunned at the sudden switch. "Already?"
"I want breakfast," he added matter-of-factly, already trudging back toward the porch like the snowman had been completed and emotionally filed away.
Jake stared after him for a second, then let out a quiet laugh against your neck.
"He just abandoned his life's work."
"He's four," you said, trying not to laugh.
"Mama, I want pancakes," he added, like it was the most urgent matter in the world, sending a longing look towards your way.
You laughed softly, standing up to follow your son inside, but before Yunjae could even reach the door, Jake shifted.
In one smooth motion, he stood from the porch, stepped forward, and scooped Yunjae up under his arms.
"Dada!" Yunjae squealed instantly, legs kicking mid-air as he was lifted like it was nothing.
Jake adjusted him easily onto his hip, holding him snug against his side despite still being in his shirt and sweatpants. "No walking away mid-ceremony," he muttered, pressing a clumsy peck on his son's red cheek.
Yunjae giggled wildly, clinging to him. "Put me down!"
"Nope."
You watched them both, shaking your head with a smile as Jake carried him toward the door anyway.
"Pancakes first," Jake said, glancing at you over his shoulder.
Yunjae nodded quickly, still laughing. "Pancakes first!"
And just like that, the snowman was forgottenโstanding alone in front of the houseโwhile your little family headed inside, warm laughter trailing behind them.
( ่ฅฟๆ ๅ ) swearing flirting teasing sexual tension
โโโโ in which ๏ธต you receive an unexpected visit from a certain someone late at night. # niki is a dork : 1600
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it was a quiet wednesday night in hongdae, and you were laying flat on your bed, legs in the air with ruffle socks pulled up to your shins, a lacy pink night gown adorning your figure and an abundance of homework in front of you.ย
the tip of your pen found its way to your mouth as your eyebrows creased for the fifteenth time. math was not your forte, and on top of that you were thinking about anything but your homework.ย
โthe next practice, the upcoming performance, and the future that felt closer than ever. it was safe to say algebra was not a priority.ย
just as you were about to put your pen to paper, you heard a weak tapping at your window. almost immediately, you quickly turned over and reached for the pocket knife under your pillow.ย
living in hongdae, you were never truly safe, which is why your dad made it his job to give you some sort of weapon in case of emergencies. you slid off your bed anxiously, walking toward the window with your hand clutching the handle of the knife, your lip caught between your teeth as your eyes narrowed at the trees outside your bedroom window.ย
just as you registered that there was nothing there, a figure suddenly appeared in front of your window, leaving you yelping in fear as you held the knife up to whoever was out there. whoever or whatever it was, you knew it was important to let them know that you were armed.ย
just then, the figure knocked on the window and you swore you could have recognised those furrowed, expressive eyebrows anywhere. niki.ย
you approached the window, rolling your eyes and scoffing as you cracked it open enough for him to hop through it and into your room.ย
โseriously riki, what the fuck! you scared the shit out of me!โ you hissed, hitting his shoulder as he was climbing through your window.ย
as soon as he turned back around, you took it upon yourself to truly take him in.ย
he looked smug, his dark hair falling over his forehead, his tall frame looming over you and brown eyes flickering with amusement. his lips curved into a smile as he observed your frantic demeanour.ย
โis it really that easy to scare you, huh?โ he said, his hands landing on your hips as he pulled you closer to him, his brows raised in a teasing manner. you peeled his hands off you, and he responded with a frown.ย
โnot tonight, homework.โ you said, rolling your eyes as you spun around, plopping yourself down on your bed as your hand gestured to the pile of books on your sheets.ย
โcome on, sweetheart. twenty minutes. all i need.โ he mumbled as he walked towards you slowly, his hands landing on your waist and pushing your body further back on the bed so he could climb on top of you, his head falling against your neck, lips placing gentle, teasing kisses on your skin.ย
โwe both know you wonโt be done in twenty minutes, niki.โ you sighed, sliding out from under him and back into your previous position, lying flat on your stomach with your legs kicked up in the air.ย
โfuck- youโre such a tease, you know that?โ he hissed, lying back on your bed, head resting on your pillows with his hands behind his head, eyes watching you hungrily as you hummed softly, jotting things down on the paper in front of you.ย
โnot my fault you think you can have me whenever you want.โ you said quietly, looking behind yourself at him, raising one brow with a teasing smile on your face. ย
โnot my fault you let me in your room wearing that cute little nightdress expecting me to not want to fuck you.โ he said, his voice deep and husky and leaving you clenching your thighs together and biting your bottom lip softly.ย
โtoo bad you wonโt get to.โ you said, giving up on your homework and turning your body around to face him, sitting on your knees as you ran a hand through your hair.ย
โyouโre cute when youโre trying to get me riled up, baby.โ he said, leaning forward and grabbing you by the waist, pulling you towards him and practically on top of him. you kept forgetting how strong he was, how he could easily lift you up and manoeuvre you around effortlessly, and god, it turned you on.ย
โmissed my favourite girl.โ he mumbled, his brown eyes locked on yours as his big hands dragged your nightdress further up your body, your pink panties almost exposed.ย
just as he leaned in to kiss you, the loud ring from the phone next to your bed drew you out of whatever trance you were in.ย
niki scoffed, slapping his hand to his forehead gently as you reached for the phone, legs still either side of him. when you picked it up, you heard the all familiar voice of nishimura mai.ย
โhello? hi, is that y/n?โ maiโs voice rang out, and your eyes immediately widened. the idea of being on the phone with the mother of the boy you were currently on top of made your skin crawl.ย
niki immediately sat up at your startled expression, his lips mouthing the words โwho is it?โ as his brows creased in curiosity.ย
โitโs your mom!โ you hissed with one hand over the phone, watching as nikiโs jaw literally fell open as you removed it and brought the phone to your ear.ย
โhi ms. nishimura! yes, this is she.โ you said, your tone hesitant and overly sweet as you waited for her response.ย
โi was just wondering if you had seen niki anywhere? i mean, itโs 10pm and a school night. iโve tried sunghoon, and the others, and jake they told me to call you and ask?โ ms. nishimura said, nikiโs head close to the phone so he could hear what his mother was saying.ย
โfucking jake.โ niki whispered under his breath, rolling his eyes.
you quickly dropped the phone, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you looked toward the equally stressed out boy in front of you.ย
โwhat do i say? do i tell her youโre here?โ you whispered, watching as niki thought for a moment, his fingers tapping on your thighs as he thought of what to do.ย
โyouโre tutoring me! yes! say that, quick.โ he whispered frantically, nodding at you.ย
โiโm tutoring you?โ you said, rolling your eyes as you brought the phone back up to your lips.ย
โhi, yes, niki is here. he just asked me to help him out with someโฆmath homework, so thatโs what weโre doing. math homework.โ you said abruptly. god, you were such a bad liar.ย
โdo you mind if i speak to him for a second?โ mai asked, so you handed the phone to an anxious looking niki who took it in his hand.ย
you didnโt hear a lot, but there was a lot of yelling on his momโs part and none on nikiโs. you heard something about how late it was, and how he was hanging out at a girls house, and how he needed to be home in five minutes.ย
โfine, bye mom.โ he huffed, smacking the phone back down onto the bed before running a hand through his black hair.ย
โdisappointed, are we, niki?โ you teased, purposefully bouncing slightly in the spot where he wanted you the most, his head hitting the headboard as he drew in a sharp inhale.ย
โfuhhck. youโre the worst, you know that?โ he mumbled, leaning forward and kissing you softly on the jaw, one of your hands sliding up the back of his neck and into his hair.ย
his hands gently took ahold of your hips and slid you off him, one of his hands lingering on your thigh for a moment before climbing off your bed and back towards the window.ย
โsame time tomorrow?โ he said playfully, winking at you before cracking open your window and beginning to climb out.
โyou wish, loser!โ you called after him, before his hand slipped back through the window to flip you off, leaving you smiling like an idiot as he closed it behind him.ย
nishimura riki was a dork.ย
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dad!jungwon x fem!reader. . !! cw : 639 wc, fluff ! jw rage baiting his son, other than that idt theres any more lmk if i missed anyth! not proofread
wherein, jungwon is a professional rage baiter, and even his son isnโt spared from his playful chaos, turning a simple beach day into pure family chaos.
notes, happy children's day! after seeing jungwon's weverse post, i cant help but think that maybe he'd be the same as his parents rage baiting his son lol, i love the video so much i cant stop watching it my hearts breaking ๐
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Yang Jungwon was a professional for getting under people's skin. He was effortless with it, almost instinctive. One smirk, one comment, and suddenly you were exactly where he wanted you. He'd laugh sometimes, make fun of you when you fall for his bait.
Even when he became your boyfriendโand more so now that he was your husbandโnothing changed. For years, you'd been his favorite target, though never without affection. He'd tease you endlessly, pretend not to know where your glasses were when you "lost" it (he hid them), and once even accidentally dropped your expensive cleanser into the toilet because he picked it up just to "check the ingredients."
But now, no one had it worse than his son, Yang Chenwon.
In the shallow stretch of the ocean, Jungwon stood with Chenwon clinging desperately to his father's trunks, sobbing.
"Take me back!" the toddler wailed, crying as he kept his iron grip on his father. Jungwon only laughed, dimples appearing as he tried to peel his son away.
Chenwon only wailed louder, calling for you as he pointed in your direction in the shore, trying to drag his father along.
"Okay, okay we'll go back," Jungwon laughed, finally relenting as he took his son's arm and guided him toward the land.
Once the toddler finally stumbled out of the water, he let go of his father and staggered back, wailing in pure betrayal. Jungwon dropped onto the sand, grinning as he watched his son.
"Chennie, you scared, baby?" you asked softly, crouching to his level. Your son nodded, sniffling and beginning to calmโuntil Jungwon scooped up a handful of sand and rubbed it onto his arm.
Chenwon shrieked instantly, flailing as the wet grains clung to his skin. Jungwon only laughed harder, dimples deepening as he watched.
"Appa, no more!" he wailed, swinging a tiny hand at his father's direction. Jungwon dodged easily, which only made the toddler cry harder in a failed attempt at revenge.
"Aye, real men love sand, Chennie-ah," Jungwon teased, reaching for himโbut Chenwon stepped back, glaring. Then without mercy, Jungwon grabbed another handful of wet sand and smeared it on his son's bare leg.
Chenwon's scream rang louder this time, sharp enough that a few nearby people turned, confused, at the scene.
"Sweetheart, I think he's had enough." you murmured towards your husband as you watched at your wailing son in awe. He was a perfect copy of his fatherโsame round face, same boba eyes, even the dimples. Your genes didn't stand a chance.
So even now, as he wails at full volume, you can't find it in yourself to be upset and silence him as more people are now starting to look. Because all you see is Jungwon in himโthe same eyes, the same little expressionsโand your chest warms at the familiarity. It doesn't replace the love you already have for your son, it just deepens it, layering something softer, something quietly fond, over everything you already feel.
Jungwon's grin softened as he wiped his sandy hands on his trunks and reached out. "Okay," he drawled gently. "Appa's sorry, Chennie. Come hereโlet's head back to the hotel."
Chenwon sniffled, looking at his father reluctantly, but desperate for comfort, he ran to Jungwon's open arms and wrapped his small arms around his father's neck.
Jungwon let out a small groan as he stood, smoothing his son's hair and pressed before pressing a soft kiss to his chubby cheek. Then he turned to you, hand outstretched.
You took it, and together, you started back toward the hotel.
"You know," you whispered, glancing at your now drowsy son resting on Jungwon's shoulder, "he's going to grow up rage-baiting people just like you."
context: you and Ni-ki argue and you ice him out for days so he does the only thing he can think to do to make things better; cover up the tattoo he got for his ex and get your name tattooed on his chest.
warnings; minor cursing, desperate ni-ki, implied intimacy, love bombing; I kinda lost the plot but I really need the practice
rant: does anyone else think ni-kiโs tattoos are fake? I mean, I donโt care either way, but theyโre definitely fading. Hopefully they were test runs and heโs gonna get them for real with something different like the placement or style.
Ni-ki shows up to your apartment with three different apologies ready: flowers, the cover-up, and your name.
But he doesnโt intend to give them all up at once. If he can, heโll do it one by one.
Maybe if you two happen to argue again, heโll reveal the second; and when you make up, the last one will seal the argument there.
Unlike the first time he did this, Ni-ki does feel nervous.
You arenโt the type to fall for such a ridiculous gesture; if anything, you strike him as the type to leave him for it and leave him stuck with your name tattooed on his chest.
But you open the door and he canโt not commit to it, especially not when seeing you just reminds him how much he needs you in his life.
Thereโs nothing special about how he stands outside your door; heโs wearing a black hoodie and equally dark baggy jeans, the only color on him right now is the flower bouquet heโs holding thatโs just pure red roses.
Still, not seeing him for nearly a week makes him look that much better in person.
โYou should have told me you were coming.โ You say softly, your voice just above a whisper because of how little you used it without him around.
Ni-ki takes a step closer, just to tower over you slightly and make sure you see the flowers as if they werenโt obvious enough.
โKinda defeats the whole purpose of a surprise, no?โ He says, trying to be playful to avoid making this too serious.
โMaybe I donโt want to see you. Did you consider that?โ You suggest, staying in place where youโre blocking the door to him.
Ni-ki sighs; tilting his head and closing his eyes slightly the way he always does out of habit.
โCome onโฆI canโt stand this anymore.โ He says, a slight whine in his tone as he holds the flowers up to you.
โI am holding flowers, right?โ He adds.
You look down at the flowers for a second.
Roses are overrated, but expensive, especially these that look so crisp and vivid in color.
โI still havenโt heard an apology.โ You point out gently, reaching out to feel one of the roses.
Ni-ki is about five seconds away from sinking to his knees; heโs that desperate.
And you might like that, but he doesnโt want to take too many chances on trying to figure out what you want from him.
โOf course Iโm fucking sorryโโ he says, running a hand through his hair.
You canโt explain this properly; youโre enjoying this too much to think about it any other way.
But he sounds just as delicious as he looks; whiny pleading Ni-ki is much better than whatever nonchalant bullshit he likes to put up.
โYouโre so cuteโฆโ you say softly; the smugness in your tone is hard to miss.
Ni-ki doesnโt care though.
Heโs more interested in what heโs going to do the minute you turn back around to face him after locking your door now that youโve let him inside.
And heโs eager, so it happens quickly.
The flowers are placed on this shelf you have in the entrance hall, and Ni-ki has his hands on you almost immediately.
Youโre the perfect height for him to just close the distance and tilt his head down to kiss you; youโre short enough that it gives him a satisfaction of being bigger than you, but not enough to make it difficult to do these things.
And Ni-ki loves being bigger than you.
He makes it a point to swallow you up with his entire body because he needs to feel how you donโt cover even a bit of him.
And after being denied this for days, itโs hard for him not to overwhelm you in his excitement.
Everything happens fast so he can understand why you donโt notice it at first.
But theyโre both in your face, and you have yet to point out the fact that thereโs a spider on his v-line and scribbles on his chest just below his collarbone.
Actually, it takes you until after everything to even notice, and the spider is first.
โNik, when did youโฆโ you begin, but you donโt finish your sentence before youโre reaching down to touch it.
โCareful.โ He says nervously, grabbing your wrist. โItโs still pretty new, so itโs still a little sensitive.โ He adds, wondering if youโll comment on the name or if you still havenโt seen it.
โYou got it covered up?โ You ask, your voice softening with a slight aww when you realize that he did this because you two argued.
โBabyโฆโ he calls out softly, tilting his head so youโll take the hint to follow his gaze.
Itโs hard to notice because itโs a little dainty.
Still, the lines, the font, and the placement make up for how tiny it is.
At least it would if you were okay with this.
โAre you insane??โ You ask, sitting up with your blankets pulled tightly over your chest.
โYou donโt like it?โ He asked, feeling both a little self-conscious and also slightly embarrassed.
โNi-ki.โ You say firmly, running your hands over your face.
โIn what world would I ever ask you to do this??โ You ask, looking at it again as if it would have disappeared since you last saw it.
โThatโs the point, you donโt askโI just do it.โ He explains, but the excuse falls short; this is basically love bombing.
โDonโt make me cover it upโฆI love you, this is me showing you how much I love you.โ He says, trying to back you up into a corner on this.
โIโm yours.โ He says, a little suddenly the way he grabs your hand to place it on his cheek.
โYour nameโs right here.โ He continues softly, leaning into your palm.
โI canโt hide it from anyone unless Iโm wearing clothesโฆand itโs right next to my heart.โ He adds.
And thatโs where it becomes hard to argue about it.
You used to wonder how the other tattoo was a thing if Ni-ki seemed like such a level-headed person.
But if that one was presented even remotely like this one is being done, it makes a lot of sense why he got it and why his ex was so okay with it.
Itโs even working on you right now.
โJustโฆpromise me you wonโt come back a week from now with my face on your back.โ You sigh, giving into it.
Ni-ki smiles, pressing a kiss to your palm before he pushes you onto your back so he can hover over you instead.
โI promise,โ he assures, a reaffirming nod.
โBut there is this one concept where I get your eyesโโ โAbsolutely not.โ You interrupt, and Ni-ki purses his lips and nods, realizing you might be letting it go, but you still arenโt okay with it.
โI love you.โ He repeats, kissing under your jaw.
โSay it back.โ He says, after youโve opened your mouth to say it but before you could get the words out.
Summary โผ your self-care night is cut short when your drunk boyfriend decides to call you from a bar floor at 11:48PM
Word Count โผ 2.5k
Contains โผ fluff, established relationship, swearing, kissing, pet names
Ni-ki never called, he always texted, so when his name lit up your screen at 11:48PM you already knew something was off.
You, however, keep your eyes on the movie playing in front of you and choose to extend your arm carefully towards the noise of the device, blindly tapping your hand on the surface of your drawer until you eventually feel the touch of your phone.
Five seconds prior to this interruption was supposed to be your "self-care" night. Time all to yourself to finally watch the film "Uptown Girls" that has been on your watchlist for months, and an excuse to use the facemask that you bought for twenty dollars because you convinced yourself the "cutting-edge" formula would get rid of the beautiful pimple on the center of your forehead.
Your instinct is to mute the call so you won't have to pause the movie, but the sound of the ringtone you chose for Ni-Ki, Michael Jackson's "Beat It", signifies that it is in fact your boyfriend calling and not a random spam, so you resist the urge to press the ignore button and swipe to answer, already confused โ last you heard he was out with Jungwon and Jake, and Ni-ki didn't call, he texted, so whyโ
"Y/NNNNNN, how's my baby? I miss you soooooo much!" Ni-Ki screams into the phone.
"Hey Riki, is everything alright?"
You can tell he must be at a bar from the large amount of background noise on the call, and for a second you even think you hear the sound of Jake's voice yelling 'SIMP' on the other end, but Ni-Ki's voice is just too loud to fully confirm.
"Are you drunk right now?" You say while abandoning the mountain of blankets you were lying in, shifting your once comfortable body to sit up against the headboard of your bed.
"What! No! I mean me and Jakey over here had a couple drinks but we're totally chillingโ" "Don't call me thatโ" Jake's voice cuts through distantly in the background. "โI mean look, I can walk in a straight line, just watch!"
"Riki, I can't see you because-"
Your voice is interrupted by the sound of the phone dropping on the other line. You sigh in annoyance and lift your legs to the side of your mattress, instinctively preparing yourself to get out of bed for the first time this evening.
"Y/N, can you hear me?" A new voice, who you assume to be Jungwon based on the soft tone, suddenly emerges.
"Yeah, is everything okay? Was Riki actually unable to walk in a straight line or did the phone just disconnect?" You say, a little more relaxed now that you know someone responsible is there, because knowing Jake he was most likely just as drunk as Riki was.
"Based on the fact that he's sprawled out on the floor right nowโฆ I would assume he could not walk in a straight line." Jungwon says with a heavy sense of secondhand embarrassment in his voice.
"HEYYYY, who are you on the phone with?" screams Ni-Ki, still sprawled onto the floor with his hands behind his head, looking way too comfortable for someone lying on a sticky bar floor.
Jungwon turns his head, removing the phone from his ear, and putting a finger to his lips to shush him with the practiced patience of someone who has done this exact thing many times before. Ni-Ki just smiles back and raises his pinky finger over his lips, shushing the air in front of him in a fit of giggles.
"Yeah so everything is fine, but your boyfriend is acting like a complete menace and Jake just ran away." Jungwon says while running his hands through his hair. He knows what he is getting into when he agrees to be the designated driver, but nothing could have prepared him for it to be this bad.
"I'm gonna assume this means you want me to pick up Riki while you search for Jake?" you say, already getting up from your bed and remotely starting your car so you won't have to hear Ni-Ki complain about how freezing it is โ your boyfriend has such a large hoodie collection for a reason.
While hopping out of bed you manage to get a quick glance at your mirror and immediately notice you are still wearing the very unattractive facemask that makes you look like a background villain in a low-budget horror film, and the ugly pajamas that mostly consist of Ni-ki's old oversized clothes.
"Uhhhh, Jungwon, are you still there?" You ask while staring at your reflection and wincing at the embarrassing thought of walking into a bar full of strangers, looking just as unhinged as your boyfriend probably looked right now.
"Yeah, sorry. That would actually be amazing if you could because I still cannot find Jake and I'm assuming he went to the nearest Seven Eleven to get ramyeon since he always does that when he's drunk."
"Ok, well I'm gonna need two minutes, but then I'll be on the way. Please tell Ni-Ki to sit somewhere and stay put until I get there. God knows if he finds out Jake went to Seven Eleven his fatass will immediately follow."
Jungwon snorts. "Don't worry, I'll send you the address."
And just like that, your self-care night is over before the facemask even has time to dry.
Ni-Ki currently has his arms wrapped around your neck as he leans his head into your chest, his mouth wide open and eyes closed like he misinterpreted your chest for a pillow, all while you attempt to drag his much larger body to your apartment door. Thankfully, you assumed this would not be a simple ordeal so you parked in the closest parking spot to the building, but with Ni-ki's dead weight practically dragging you both to the ground, even twenty feet feels like a marathon.
"Riki you need to stop leaning all your body weight on me or else we're both gonna eat shit!" You exclaim while gritting your teeth, face scrunched in the way it did that one time you were dragged to the gym and attempted to bench press. Safe to say it was worthwhile for moments like these.
Ni-Ki lifts his head from your chest, blonde locks looking like Sid Vicious personally styled his hair, and looks at you with an expression of pure disgust. "Ew, baby don't say that, I would never eat shit, that's disgusting." His misinterpretation alone is enough to bring him to full standing, arms still wrapped around you, both of you now looking like you were about to slow dance at prom.
You blush from the sudden proximity, face now inches apart, and look down in slight embarrassment. "Do you actually think I meant eating literal shit? It's an expression for falling over, you dumbass." You look up again at your now smiling boyfriend, eyes naturally gravitating towards his duck-like lips. "You of all people should know that."
He notices your stare on his lips, so he tips his finger below your chin and slightly lifts your face back to his eyes. "Yeah but I'm a dumbass you wanna kiss sooo bad right now." He says with a smirk.
You immediately push back, now released from his tight hold. "Yeah right, you're way too drunk for me to kiss right now."
"Aw, come on, baby, don't do me like that! Just one little peck on the lips!" He exclaims while pointing to his lips and slightly slouching now that he doesn't have your body to support his balance.
You turn, arms crossed over your chest like you're reprimanding a child. "No way. You're not getting a single kiss until you make it back to my apartment, and that means without using me as your personal walking cane." You state in a stern tone.
"Ughhhh fine, but you better be telling the truth." He says in defeat, following behind you with the expression of a kid who just dropped their ice cream.
Once you reach the door, you place your hand in your pocket and begin searching for your keys, all while Ni-Ki groans in complaint as he trudges up the final steps of your annoyingly long staircase. Your fingers eventually find the familiar shape of your Hello Kitty keychain and you pull them out, moving to fit the key into the lock.
However, your hand freezes halfway to the doorknob when you feel two arms wrap around you from behind, engulfing you in a sudden warmth.
Ni-Ki places his chin on your left shoulder, mouth so close to your ear you feel a tingle from his breath. "You knowโฆ you did say I would get that kiss once we made it to your apartment, and it looks like we've reached our destination." He whispers, breath hot on your skin.
You feel your skin prickle from his hot breath, the thought of kissing him becoming more irresistible the closer his touch becomes. You turn the key, the apartment now free to enter, but your hand stills on the doorknob while you let a heavy breath out. "Riki, you are too drunk right now, you need to sleep."
Ni-Ki lets out an amused chuckle, moving his face closer into the nape of your neck and pressing a soft kiss just below your ear. "Mhm," he murmurs against your skin, lips trailing down slowly, "you say thatโ" another kiss, this time to the side of your neck, "โbut the door is still closed."
You lean your head back, giving him more access to your neck, and close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the pleasure of his lips on your skin. You feel him smile at your defeat as he takes your face into his hand, bringing your faces nose to nose, until you eventually feel his lips on yours. The kiss begins slow, as if he is testing the waters of your previous resistance, but as soon as he realizes you have no intention of stopping him, the hand on your jaw pulls you closer, the kiss deepening in a way that makes you forget entirely that you were ever trying to resist in the first place.
The movements connecting your lips increase in speed, and somewhere in between the growing fire between your lips, his tongue slips past yours โ and immediately your tastebuds are met with the unmistakable taste of whatever alcohol he'd been drinking all night. You pull back, nose scrunched. "Eugh, babe you have to stop, your mouth tastes like a mix of acid reflux and whiskey."
Ni-ki just smiles, swollen lips on display, and steps forward, huffing in a large breath of air before exhaling it directly onto your face.
"RIKI!" you scream, running into the apartment and pulling your shirt sleeve over your nose as some sort of protective mask against the horrid smell he blew at you. He, however, finds your reaction hilarious and chases after you, having an unfair advantage considering he is wearing Nike sneakers and has the long legs to match, quickly closing the gap between you despite your head start.
He wraps his arms around your torso and leans his bodyweight into your back, causing you both to fall onto the couch you happened to be running by. Your face hits the decorative pillow and you're enveloped in the familiar weight of him on top of you.
"You can't get away from me that easily, babe." Riki murmurs in your ear with a tone of confidence, now that he knows you have no way of escaping his grasp.
"Mmph, cah you at leasth let me turhn over, 'm losin' the ability to breathe." You speak into the pillow, words sounding distorted from your lack of air.
"Only if you promise to kiss me." Riki says sternly.
"UGHH FINE." You begrudgingly yell into the pillow. "MM AM ABOOT TO LOZE OXYGENN HERE CAH YOU-"
Before you can finish your sentence, Ni-Ki grabs your arms in a gentle grasp and swiftly flips you over, your back now pressed against the couch and head gently atop the pillow.
"Hey baby." He says with a smug smile on his face.
"Don't 'hey baby' me, you almost suffocated me just now!" You exclaim with a pout, avoiding eye contact so you are less tempted to let him get his way with a kiss.
"Hey, don't turn away from me, I wanna see your pretty face." He says while turning your head upright, thumb resting gently on your jaw, eyes searching yours with an expression that makes it very hard to stay mad at him.
Instead of making another snarky remark, you let yourself stare into his eyes, cheeks reddening from the sudden proximity.
"Don't get shy on me now, baby." He says with a smirk. You let out a scoff, attempting to mask your embarrassment at the flustered state he has put you in. "You still owe me a kiss."
Ni-Ki leans in, blonde hair slightly covering his eyes as he closes the distance between your lips. His hand goes to the side of your cheek, pulling you further into him to deepen the kiss. This one feels more sensual than the one at the door, as if you were both trying to bask in each other's touch and savour this personal moment. His breath still carries the taste of whiskey, but you decide to ignore it this time, moving your lips along with his, your hand finding its way into his hair as your bodies settle into each other.
After some time, Ni-Ki's kisses get sloppy and his body feels heavier against your chest. "Mhm, baby, are you getting sleepy?" You murmur as you break away from the kiss, your hand still running through his hair.
Ni-Ki lowers his head in between your breasts, letting out a soft breath and tightening his hold around your torso. "Mhm." You can feel the flutter of his eyelashes against the fabric of your shirt, moving up and down as if he is battling the urge to close his eyes and sleep. You smile down at him, finding it sweet that he wants to stay awake with you despite his body saying otherwise.
"We can just sleep here alright?" You say, rubbing circles on his back.
"But I wanted to stay up and talk to you."
"I know but I think sober you in the morning will deeply regret that choice, so just go to sleep. I'll be here in the morning to listen to you talk about your night, okay?"
"Hmmm, okay."
"Good, now go to sleep. I love you."
"I love you more."
Before even thinking of responding, you hear his breathing pattern slow and you can tell he has passed out on your chest. Not ready to sleep just yet, you carefully reach your arm out and grab the remote to the television in front of you, putting on Uptown Girls, now finishing what was supposed to be a self-care movie night with your drunk boyfriend fast asleep on your chest instead. Not that you would have it any other way.
AN: AHHHH thank you for reading my first oneshot on tumblr!! I grew up writing fanfics but it has been a while since i've written, so lmk what you think! I got the idea for writing this from the fancall clip of Ni-Ki saying his drink of choice is whiskey, so this is how I imagined him drunk. Thank you for reading!
HOUSE OF CARDS โโโโโโโโ YJW ์์ ์
SYNOPSIS โฎ weeks after your breakup, yang jungwonโs desperate to have you in his arms (and on his dick) again!
PAIRING โฎ ex boyfriend!jungwon x fem!reader.
CONTENT WARNINGS โฎ 18+ smut. mdni. piv. unprotected sex. breeding kink. possessive!won. heโs mean, jealous, and also a liiil toxic whoops! fingering. he uses his teeth to undress u. rough sex. kissing, lots of saliva and bodily fluid talk !!! Sorry!!!!
AN โฎ somethingโs possessed me to write this filthโฆ i donโt know what it is but jungwon is the apple of itโs eye!!! SAVE ME!!!! also ty vee @jungwonslover my proofreader + number 1 jw fan yawp yawp yawp.
PLAYING โซ โฎ HOUSE OF CARDS โ BTS, COMING DOWN โ THE WEEKND.
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YOU AND YANG JUNGWON WERE ENDGAME.
If there was anything that high school proved, if not the fact that most of your friends were two-faced snakesโit was that he and you were meant for forever.
You can guess that's part of the reason why he's knocking at your door again, flowers in his left hand and his phone in his right. He's drenched in depressing October rain, wearing that ridiculously adorable pout on his face.
Obviously. He knows you, and he knows howย fastย you drop to your knees when you see those lips curl downwards. Itโs exactly why youโre holding onto the sides of your sweater, if only to stop yourself from turning that doorknob.
โI know youโre home, Y/N. Your lights are on.โ
His voice is muffled through the thin wood. You take another peek through the tiny hole of your front doorโhis under-eyes airbrushed with a faint red, the tip of his nose all the same.
The hallway behind him stretches wide, empty, dim with decorated with wet footprints on itโs tiles. Jungwon stands in the middle of the corridor like he owns it, as if your next-door neighbours couldnโt take a step out and catch him here, sopping wet and holding flowers like this was a romantic comedy.
It looks like heโs not leaving anytime soon.
"You shouldn't have come." You respond. His ears perk up, head tilting towards the peephole. As if he can hear the hesitation behind your voice. The hurt on his face is impossible to miss. If only you weren't fresh out of the relationship, it'd make you laugh.
โThen why arenโt you telling me to leave?โ He asks, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip at an attempt to soothe his anxiety.
A water droplet rolls down his temple, to his chin, and then drips onto his already soaked t-shirt.
โI just did,โ you say. โGo away.โ
Yang Jungwon was alwaysย terriblyย persistent when it came to you. Back in college, there were days where heโd lose all sense of responsibility and ditch his much needed study hours just to see his beloved girlfriendโitโs all sunshine and rainbows when he has you laid up in his sheets, no weight on his shoulders when he has your body pressed against his.
And perhaps this spoiled you. As ill-prepared as you were, you knew that Yang Jungwon taking up a job that required him to travel half across the world, multiple times a month, would doย somethingย to your relationship.
So, when employment rolls around and youโre finally split apart by your very different job scopesโthe schedules, the time, the busyness of it allโฆ it was only a matter of inevitability.
The silence used to be comfortable. It used to be the ones where your limbs could tangle together and kisses felt more lazy than anything else. Now, itโs just stretched thin over bad cell service, laggy FaceTimes and horribly mismatched timezones.
โY/N,โ heโs pleading now. The ceiling light of the sterile corridor outside is reflecting off his eyes, all glassy and persuasive. Thereโs also something uniquely dangerous about how he chose to wear a white tee under his leather jacket. โPlease. Iโm begging you, I just want to talk.โ
He will not get you. You will not let him in, and you will stand firm on that.
โPlease,ย baby. Let me see you.โ
Fuck.
You take a step back from the door for a few seconds. This didnโt require a lot of thinking, apparently, because your mouth soon opened before you could even make your way back to the door.
โWhat do you want to talk about?โ
You tiptoe to get a better, clearer view of Jungwonโs face in the glass. The arm that holds the flowers is now at his sideโyou can see the way his shirt clings onto his chest like this, peeking through the leather. A brief thought flashes in your mind, one that says โhe must be freezingโ, and to let him inside. You almost do.
Jungwon scrunches his nose, his free hand coming to wipe at it before he clears his throat and speaks up. โItโs been days, Y/N. You havenโt returned any of my calls, my texts. Iโve been worried.โ
โIs that so? Iโm fine, as you can hear from my voice. Now go home, itโs cold.โ
โYou donโt sound fine.ย Please, Y/N. I donโt want us to fight anymore.โ
You let a scoff slip. โYou donโt look fine, either. Even.โ
Your response earns the faintest huff from himโit wouldโve been a laugh in any other context, but now, his head just dips, shoulders slumping a fraction as rainwater continues to drip from his hair, sliding down in uneven trails.
โCan you just open the door?โ Jungwon asks, eyebrows knitting together. โIโm not here to fight.โ
He looks like a puppy thatโs just been kicked to the curb. Thereโs a look in his eye thatโs the equivalent of someone getting on their knees and practically begging, and youโre half convinced that Yang Jungwon might do just that.
He definitely would, wouldnโt he?
โJungwon,โ and for some reasonโyour left hand is on that doorknob.ย Despite already resolving that you wouldnโt let him inside your home.ย โI donโt want to fight, either. Thatโs why I want you to go away.โ
โDo you still love me?โ
Your voice barely reached him. โJungwonโโ
โPlease.โ
And perhaps that's why your friends describe you as the one to die first in a horror movie, or the last to have a spine, or simply the one who can't quite loosen her grip on a love she's carried for far too long.
The door pulls towards you, slowly, not without that signature creak and soft thud against your already-chipped wall.
Yang Jungwon stands before you, towering, drenched but significantly drier than thirty minutes ago when he was first begun loitering outside your door. His hair sticks in wet clumps to his forehead, temples, anywhere thatโs too long.
The faint tremor in his body makes you want to pull him inside. Wrapping a towel around him to let him dry and sending him off would probably be a very good ideaโthereโs nothing between you now, no girlfriend-y duties to fulfil other than making sure he doesnโt freeze to death, though youโre sure that anyone (girlfriend or not) would do the same.
Jungwonโs eyes widen when he finally sees you. Youโre leaning against the door like youโre expecting him to walk inside, and he doesโthough he keeps his head low and his shoulders squared as it happens.
โIโll get a towel for you. Give me a minute.โ You manage, back facing him. When you finally shut the door, your body turns back around, only to watch him standing in the middle of your living room like he has no clue where to go.
โOkay.โ
His voice comes out quieter than you expectโlike the gloomy cold has taken itโs place in his chest. Up close, itโs worse. Or better. Youโre not very sure.
You can see everything now, without the distortion of glass or distance to soften itโthe way the rain has dragged his hair down into uneven, damp strands against his soft skin. A few pieces curl slightly at the ends, darker than normal, dripping slow, accidental droplets that trace down the side of his face.
One of them slips along the sharp line of his jaw. Your eyes canโt help but to follow obediently.
It disappears beneath the collar of his shirtโif it can even be called that right now. Itโs barely even visible with the white fabric being completely soaked through, plastered to him like a second skin.
Itโs clinging to the planes of his chestโthe faint definition beneath is dizzying, the steady rise and fall of his breathing being the only thing you can zero in on. It leaves very little to imagination, and you hate how quickly your gaze has to flick back up to his face like youโve been caught doing something you shouldnโt.
Itโs most probably because it isnโt. Reminder that you should not be staring at your ex-boyfriendโs chest like heโs stillย yourboyfriend.
โYou were going to get me a towel,โ the corner of his lips twitches into a smile. โWhat happened to that?โ
You swallow, pushing yourself off the door a little too quickly.ย Jungwonโs lips are pursed together, a faint blush painted across his cheeks, and heโs staring at you like heย knowsย heโs got you.
โYouโll be fine,โ you force a mocking smile and all Jungwon can do is let out a chuckleโyouโre making your way towards the kitchen, his eyes following your figure as it moves further away from his.
You make your way into the kitchen with purpose that feels rehearsed now, with a mind thatโs anything but steady. Yang Jungwon hasnโt been in your home in weeks, and youโve begun to accept the fact that he might become a stranger to this place altogether. Thereโs still traces of himโin the bathroom, in your bed, on your study desk. The photos of your first trip together are still framed in the hallway, too.
The overhead light flicks on, too bright and exposing when Jungwonโs still staring into you. For a second, you busy yourself with nothingโhands hovering over the counter, opening a cabinet you didnโt need to open, closing it again just as fast.
Behind you, you can feel him. You donโt have to look to know his eyes never left you.
Thereโs a faint sound of movementโhis shoes sliding against the floor, quieter now that theyโre no longer dripping as much. He doesnโt follow immediately, though. He lingers, like heโs taking in the space, re-familiarising himself with something he still knows by heart.
By the time you reach for the glass, your fingers are already shaking.
Itโs right where it always isโsecond shelf, slightly to the leftโbut you still fumble with it, knocking it lightly against the others before pulling it free. The sound is small, but in the quiet, it feels like the only thing you want to focus on.
You set it down on the counter, reaching for the water dispenser untilโ
โStill in the same place,โ Jungwon says from behind you. โYou kept it. My cat mug.โ
The smell of rain is penetrates your nose almost instantaneously. โI kept most things.โ
You can guess what he looks like this close, if you were to turn around right now. Dripping, cold, clothes still sticking to him like half an hour in the warmth did him no favours. His swollen eyes, flushed face, and lips that say โpleaseโ like they know exactly what it does to you.
Your grip tightens around the mug. You click on the warm water option, and the dispenser starts heating almost instantly. A soft mechanical hum fills the silence before the first trickle hits ceramic.
Steam curls up from the mug in thin, wavering ribbons, dissolving into the air before it can settle anywhere. You donโt move to pick it up. Your hand stays there, resting against the counter, fingers still slightly curled from how tightly you were holding on a second ago.
โI didnโt think you would.โ
You keep your eyes on the mug. โItโs a mug, Jungwon. Not that serious.โ
The water stops abruptly. Steam curls above it, fading into the air. You leave it there.
โY/N L/N.โ
When you turn around, Jungwonโs leaning against the counter behind you. Close enough for you to see the outline of his abdomen through the fabric of his tee, but far enough not to her the chatter of his teeth and the shiver of his breathing. You still have to tilt your head to meet his eyes properly.
โWhat?โ you ask, but it comes out flatter than you intend, like youโre trying to hold something back from your own voice.
Itโs only after a painfully long minute of forcing yourself to look him in the eye, does he speak.
โI miss you.โ
The arrangement of flowers are somewhere on the coffee table. His jacket must be hanging somewhere on the coat hanger, though, the wet fabric of his shirt refuses to let your attention stray anywhere else to confirm.
Right now, Yang Jungwonโs stood in front of you, hands flexing at his sides like he doesnโt quite know what to do with them. Youโre standing only one foot apart, your back pressed against the cold edge of your kitchen counter as his on the islandโthe cup of water stands stagnant behind you, waiting to be picked up.
The space between you feels thinner than it did seconds ago. Warmer, too. Charged in a way that makes your pulse pick up, where your body is suddenly too aware of every inch of distance left between the two of you, and also is desperately yearning to close it.
It would be nice to smell his cologne after weeks of trying to forget it. Every time you thought you did, it would waft around your apartment like a little ghost.
โWonโโ
Up close, everything about him feels amplified. The damp fabric of his shirt has started to dry unevenly, clinging in some places, loosening in others, but still outlining him in a way that makes it hard not to notice. The subtle definition beneath, the steady expansion of his chest with each breath, the way his shoulders remain just slightly tense like heโs holding himself back from closing the rest of the distance all at once.
You know he wants to. Thereโs that half of you that wishes he just would.
โPlease,โ Jungwon murmurs. โTell me you miss me too.โ
His right arm reaches outโyou donโt stop it. His thumb brushes the side of your hip, and you donโt stop it either. You donโt evenย thinkย about pulling yourself away from the feeling of him on you again.
Jungwon knows what heโs doing.
His other arm follows suite, before they wrap around your waist completelyโhis large hands always had no issues doing this, pulling you in without any real effortโor perhaps you were always just drawn to him, like a magnet, unable to ever really stay away.
He exhales softly as he feels your warm body press against him. The sound brushes against your skin, and it reminds you of how wrong yet right this feels; your arms do what theyโve always known, wrapping around his torso like pushing him away was never an option.
Heโs cold,ย and still,ย you melt anyway.
โYou shouldnโt have come.โ
โYouโve already said that.โ
His large hands are splayed across your backโhis calloused fingertips from the dedication to the gym, his larger-than-before shoulders that stretch across your smaller frameโitโs just as overwhelming as the first day you met.
Your warmth hits him like a wave, and for a moment, his hands freeze. Your fingers come up to the blades of his shoulders, running against the tiny dips and rises of his muscles; tonight feels like anything but reality, and instead, itโs two months ago when things were still fine and Jungwon was still yours.
He swears he still is, and you try to forget it. Too much time apart does things to you that youโd rather shove down and erase completelyโbut when your ex-lover is cold, shivering, clinging to your body like itโs the only heat that could get his blood movingโit bubbles right back up. It simmers, boils over and spills.
โYouโre freezing, Won,โ you mumble, โI really think you shouldโโ
And maybe you have familiarity to blame, or comfort or naivety, because you lean into Yang Jungwonโs touch just as easily as you pushed it away. His hands are coming up your waist, stopping right at your neckโand what else can you do in this moment other than stare into those big, pretty irises of his?
Jungwonโs hand settles firmly at the side of your neck, his palm warm despite the lingering chill in his skin. His fingers curve just enough for you to feel the faint pressure when you swallow, your pulse fluttering wildly beneath his touchโand the moment he realises your breath is shaking, the glint in his eye makes you shiver.
His thumb drags slowly along the line of your jaw, then back again, slow, like heโs retracing something long committed to memory.
โTalk to me,โ he whispers, breath ghosting against your lips as your foreheads touch. โPlease, Y/N. Donโt shut me out again.โ
Your lips part, but nothing comes out.
For a moment, all you can focus on is how close he isโthe warmth of his breath, the way his hand holds you just firmly enough to keep you there, the faint tension in his fingers like heโs bracing for you to pull away.
Thereโs nothing except for the low hum of the city, and your hearts echoing in tandem as his body presses closer against yours. The rain is merciless tonight, unrelenting, pounding against the glass doors of your balcony like it wanted to be let insideโfor now, the warm yellow of your hallway lamp bathes you and Jungwon in that comfortable hue, a stark contrast to the blue cold outside.
His hands feel frozen against your skin.
โYouโre always leaving, Jungwon,โ you mutter, refusing to meet his eyes despite the distance. โEven when youโre in front of me, youโre gone. I never have all of you.โ
He swallows thickly, eyes still locked on yours. Your irises peek through your lashes, blinking slowly up at his.
Your breath catches in your throat. This is the part where you fall to your knees for Yang Jungwonโthe part which you tried endlessly to avoid up until today. Itโs when the line between logic and everything else blurs, and all you can see is him.
โIโm sorry, Y/N.โ Jungwon mutters, thumb caressing the patch of skin under your jawline. You lean into it like it means something. โWeโll talk about this. I canโt lose youโโ
โJungwon,โ you interrupt, your touch firm over his knuckles, offering little resistance to the way he holds your jaw like this was all normal. โWhat good would it do us?โ
He doesnโt respond immediately.
His hand stills under yours, your fingers resting over his knuckles as if you could stop him, or maybe stop yourself. His gaze doesnโt leave your face, not even when youโre actively avoiding his.
Thereโs something in his expression nowโmore careful than before, fully aware of the fact that youโre no longer his. You could really kick his ass out if you wanted to.
Heโs thinking carefully for once. Instead of just reaching for you, the way he always does.
โIf it doesnโtโฆโ he starts, voice lower, rougher than before, โif it doesnโt fix anythingโโ
He exhales softly, the sound brushing your lips again, closer; his thumb shifts under your jaw, tilting your face up just enough that running from him becomes impossibleโitโs not like youโve been putting in much effort to do that, anyway.
โThen let me have you like this,โ he finishes. โOne last time.โ
His nose bumps against yours in that old, messy fashion that youโve never nailed. Kissing Jungwon always involves not knowing how fast, how deep to go, because it always ends up in something more intimate than it starts out. For the first thirty seconds, your ex lover lets himself feelโfeel what heโs lost for weeks, reminding, retracing.
Forty seconds, and he has his hands wandering all over your warm body like they have no idea where to stay.
Fifty, and theyโre running down your back and slipping under that thin, too-tight baby tee that you always wear to bedโfifty-six, and his tongue is somewhere tangled with yours.
โS-shitโyou taste so fucking sweet.โ he mumbles against your lips before letting you press your body further against hisโthereโs multiple sirens going off in your head by this point, in which you deliberately ignore, as one does when they have someone like him against them.
Jungwonโs a mess by the time your legs hook around his waist. His hands do the work, looping around your thighs and lifting you up with no real effort: just a small huff from all your weight pressing against his chest, and a (very pathetic) moan that strangles itself out of his throat when you grind against his crotch.
โYou missed me?โ He smiles against your lips, and itโs an understatement when you say heโs just hungry for you. Doesnโt even give you an opportunity to answer, instead, going for the exposed patch of skin on your neck, laying so beautifully for him.
โW-Won,โ you whimper when he sets you on top of your cold, sterile kitchen islandโthere were months prior to this where you made pasta together on this same surface. โPleaseโโ
โItโs okay,โ he says. โI got you.โ
Itโs not like youโve never had sex before.
Itโs justโฆ you donโt really have sex with ex- boyfriends.ย Normally. Even so, given that fact, it doesnโt stop you from rutting against Yang Jungwon like your life depends on it, nor does it stop him from undoing the drawstring of your shorts and pulling it riiight down.
โSee,โ he kisses his teeth, a cocky smile growing on his faceโit sends blood right up to your face, watching him watch you, feeling him feel his way into your panties. โAll that talk about pushing me away. So pointless.โ
His hand slips beneath the band, thick fingers running down your slit, between your folds before coming back up and applying that sickening pressure to your clit. โShe miss me, too?โ
Youโre soaked through by the time Yang Jungwon gets his middle finger at your entranceโteasing, letting only the tip graze your insides. Your jawโs locked, hung open from trying to draw even breaths into your lungs. โWooonnnโฆ please. Donโt fucking teaseโโ
โAw,โ he pouts, eyes flicking back down to where his large hand stretches the fabric of your panties thin. Heโs refused to slip them off. Soaking the back of his hand in slick, he wondersโif only for a momentโhow it would feel if it was his cock instead. โDonโt get needy on me now.โ
You gasp when he pushes past that tight ring of muscleโhis finger swallowed whole by your dripping cunt. It curls almost instinctively, intensively, because what kind of man would Yang Jungwon be if he didnโt memorise this?
โRight here,โ he mumbles, head hanging low, observing the way the slippery slide of your walls let him pump his fingers so effortlessly. โFeels good, baby? Wanna tell me how much you missed it?โ
โShut.. s-shut up,ย fuckโโ
You choke on a moanโyour bodyโs going into a lock. From sitting upright on your elbows to back arching off the marble, your headโs thrown back when Jungwon adds another finger โjust for funโ.
His middle and ring finger curl inside of you. The squelching sounds is too much to bear; heat is crawling up your neck like it wants you to drown in it, and as a response, your hands come up to hide the humiliation written all over your face.
โGetting shy on me?โ Jungwon mutters, before his free hand darts to pry your wrists away from your cheeks. His fingertips are brushing against that spongy, tingly bundle of nerves inside your coreโeverything in the room seems reduced to the electrifying feeling thatโs buzzing inside your veins, surging, making your head spin.
โYeah,โ his stupidly long fingers are starting to make you see a new universe now, โforgot how fast you cum on my fingers. So cute.โ
โF-fuckfuckfuck,โ you squealโyour body feels like itโs locking up. The only thing your mind lets you repeat over and over is Jungwon, Jungwon, Jungwon; Jungwon in that shirt thatโs still wet, Jungwon that knows your body so well, Jungwon thatโs making sure you cum on his fingers or face at least once before he does anything with himself.
You see it in the way his cock presses against the edge of the counter, and the pained expression on his face like heโs just about ready to come undone. Itโs always like that with him, always ready to give you everything he can offer if it meant you felt good.
โFuck, almost forgot how pretty you look like this,โ Jungwon mutters under his breath, though you barely catch it with the angels singing in your ears. Your head thighs are spread shamelessly on the cold marble, juices dripping down your inner thigh and spilling over onto the shiny surfaceโin his eyes, it almost glistens. โAlways so damn nasty for me. Look at you.โ
The remark wouldโve been embarrassing in any other context. Itโs too bad that Yang Jungwon knows exactly how to push your buttons, knows precisely what words to spit out of that nasty mouth to get you salivating. Itโs dehumanising, really. Animalistic, the way he has your mind reduced to just slushโand though he can getย sooooย mean, it just doesnโt matter when it gets you cumming all over his fingers by the end of the night.
Most of the night is spent in a haze. Your vision is blurry, but you most definitely remember some parts in passing. You remember sliding down to your knees and almost choking on how big Jungwon was, and how he made you sit on his face by the second hourโthough, to be fair, that was a prerequisite.
You definitely remember how he peeled his shirt off, and how he picked you up again like you were nothing, and how he tossed you onto the bed like it didnโt physically hurt to be apart from him for that split second.
You remember how he laughed at you, only to lean in close and press a searing kiss to the exposed skin of your neckโtrailing down, wet and hot, until his teeth could pinch the hem of your soaked panties.
You remember how he pulled them off, sliding them down your legs with nothing but a sinful smirk, pink lace caught between his pearly whites like it didnโt get your stomach churning all over again; pupils blown, face flushed red, heart beating in a frenzy when he uses his tongue to drop them onto the floor.
And you canโt, and will never forget the way heโs spreading your reddened thighs with his palms, fucking into you like this is truly the last time heโll ever see your face.
Every thrust of his hips against yours knocks the wind out of your lungs. You feel him so impossibly deep that your throat feels cloggedโthe stretch makes your mind go numb, and God, how could you forget howย bigย Yang Jungwon is when heโs bruising your poor cunt like this?
โGood fucking girl,โ and his lips are pressed up against yours like it has nowhere else to go. โMade for me, I swearโso fucking perfect.โ
His length pumps in and out of you with no real effort, all sloppy and squelching like there wasnโt anyone else in this neighbourhood to be considerate of. The backboardโs hitting the wall, chipping at the paint, and for a brief moment you let yourself roll your eyes at the thought of painting it overโjust when you thought youโd never have to again.
โF-fuhhhโฆโ you drawl, hands coming up around his neck at some attempt at stabilizing yourself. Every hit has your toes curling and your body rocking, nails digging into the flesh of his clean, well-sculpted back. โS-shit,ย Jungwonโfeels so deepโโ
โYeah?โ he laughs, low and short-lived before he feels youย squeeezingย on him. โFuck, youโre so cute. Acting like you havenโt taken me everywhere in this apartment.โ
Youโre close to tears by this point. Your fingers tangle in his dark hair, now soaked in sweat instead of rain, and it should disgust youโit should be revolting, the way most peopleโs bodily fluids are, but youโre laid here anywayโ glossy lips sucking on his neck, where you know heโs most sensitive, taking in his scent like itโs all youโll ever know.
He smells so fucking good when heโs fucking you like itโs his lifeโs purpose.
You feel his pulse under your tongue. You also feel the way his cock is swelling up in your walls, taking up more and more and more of you, until youโre gasping for air and his pace is almost fuckingย frantic. Jungwon feels like heโs losing himself in you.
โSee,โ he moans, breath all hot and loud, leaning right into your ear like it isnโt the most filthy thing heโs done. โYouโll always belong to me.โ
And as your friends would say*: you did this to yourself*. The desperate nods come as soon as the last word leaves his lipsโyour ears pick up on every grunt and huff from him, his big arms caging you in once again as youโre trying to recollect your thoughts. Everythingโs too much, the room smells like sex and sin and everything youโve resolved to stay away from, with the man you love right in the centre of it all.
โJ-Jungwon,ย fuck, I canโt,โ you gasp when you feel your throbbing clit dragging against his length, impossibly hard and aching for more of you. โWe canโt do thisโโ
โShhh,โ and his hands are so,ย soย gentle when they come up to caress your tear-stained cheeks. Youโre sniffling like this isnโt the best high youโve experienced in your lifeโyou just lean into his touch, pathetic, staring into his pseudo-soft expression as if it had any real concern. โYes, you canโand you will.โ
Jungwon feels you clamp down on him just then, jaw going slack at just how heavenly your pussy feels. Itโs criminal that heโs almost forgotten it, forgotten how well you take him, how good and pliant you get when heโs splitting you openโhow you welcome him inside every time, despite all your little pleas and stubbornness.
He knows how to get to you. Yang Jungwon knows that nobody will ever fuck you like how he does, and that every man that comes after will have to remember that you belong toย himย before anyone else. Theyโll have to remember that you get all shy when he whispers in your ear, or that you can cum just from his middle finger alone.
Everyone will know. They donโt have a choice.
โFuuuck,โ he rasps, nose bumping into your jaw as he breathes you in. You smell so much like him that heโs beginning to lose his very little composure remaining. โGonna cum, Y/Nโshit, Iโm gonna cumโโ
โHngh, โm close too,โ your arms find themselves tightening around him, desperately searching for something to hold onto. His muscles are flexing with every desperate rut, every frantic roll of his hips, and God, heโd be a liar if he said he wasnโt going dumb at the idea of filling you up. Youโd be all warm inside, his cock plugging you closed as he empties himself into your battered cunt, and youโd take every single drop of it like it was what youโve always meant to do.
โGod, I love you so much,โ he whispers, and though it makes your eyes shoot open, you find yourself muttering the same phrase back to him. Thereโs something sweet in the way he leans in close, just to give you a tender kiss, and then the room flips upside down when his tongue is sliding at your bottom lip again; soon enough, he gets messy, and youโre moaning into each other like youโre the only two people on this street.
It crashes into you. Blinding, deafening, like something in you just exploded after the pressureโs built up for months.
Youโre soaking him shamelessly, hot and dizzyingโJungwonโs moans sound like theyโve been clipped straight from a porno, disgustingly loud, and still: it makes your orgasmย shake. Electricity is buzzing through you, and justย whatย does your ex know to do when youโre crumbling like this?
Goย deeper.
โFuckfuckfuckโw-wait,ย Jungwon!โ
Your pleas mean nothing. Heโs being selfish, and he knows it. He doesnโt care if itโs too much, he doesnโt care if youโre crying because heโs too big, he doesnโt care if youโre going to cum on his cock for the fifth time in an hour.
Oh, and heย definitelyย doesnโt care that youโre not together anymore. Thatโs never stopped him, has it?
โShit,โ his hips snap into you, ruthless, unforgiving, bruising your cervix like itโs personally wronged him. โWanna get back together,ย mm?โ
ยฉ kissued 2026 โ do not repost, edit, redistribute or translate my work without prior permission and credit. all my work is strictly fictional and not an accurate representation of these people in real life.
from, malena โ โ โ โnew series! this was a request which was too good to be ignored ... just an overview โ yejun is their son, jay is a model, sunoo is a make up artist, reader is fashion editor, jungwon just has a job ... heeseung and jungwon work at the same place!
you and Riki are first time parents of your one month old daughter Naya. everything is new and a little chaotic, but in a good way.
โฟ pairing: babydaddy!riki x reader
contains: pure fluff established relationship riki and reader have a daughter แฐ
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The front door clicks open a little before five, and you donโt even look up from the stove because you already know itโs him.
Your baby Nayaโs been fussing for the past ten minutes, crying every time sheโs not in your arms. So here you are stirring pasta with one hand, resting her on your hip with the other.
โHey,โ Riki calls out, shoes getting kicked off somewhere in the hallway. โIโm home.โ
โIโm in the kitchen, baby,โ you answer, shifting Naya higher up on your. hip. Her tiny fist gripping the fabric of your shirt.
He appears a second later, bag still slung over his shoulder, hair messy from the day. The second he sees you struggling with a pot, a spoon, and a baby, his expression softens completely.
โOhโโ he starts, already stepping closer. โHey, hey.โ
You lean toward him so he can kiss you, his lips brushing yours softly. Before he can even pull away, you sigh.
โCan you take her? Sheโs getting heavy.โ
โYeah, yeah, I got her,โ he says immediately, sliding his hands under Naya and taking her from your arms. She settles against his chest the moment he has her.
โThere you go,โ he murmurs, voice dropping into that really soft tone he only uses with her. โHi, angel. Daddy missed you so much today.โ
Naya lets out a tiny sound and his face lights up like she just told him a secret.
โDid you hear that?โ he asks you, eyes wide. โShe knows iโm her dad.โ
You snort, turning back to the stove. โShe made the exact same noise when Jay held her.โ
โThatโs different,โ he says seriously, adjusting her so her head rests under his chin. โHe didnโt help make her.โ
He sways gently from side to side without even thinking about it, one hand supporting her back, the other patting her butt in a slow rhythm. You watch him for a second longer than you mean to, the way his shoulders relax now that heโs holding her.
โSo,โ he says, glancing over at you. โHow was your day, mama?โ
You let out a breathy laugh. โChaotic.โ
He winces sympathetically. โYeah?โ
โShe cried all afternoon,โ you add. โWouldnโt nap unless I was holding her. The second I put her downโโ you make a little exploding motion with your hand. โI ended up just laying down with her.โ
Riki clicks his tongue sympathetically. โLittle drama queen. Gets that from you.โ
He grins, then looks back down at Naya. โWere you crying a lot today, huh? Giving mommy a hard time?โ
Naya blinks up at him, completely unimpressed.
He shifts her slightly so sheโs facing you both and tilts her toward the stove. โLook, angel. You see that? Mommyโs cooking pasta for us. Sheโs been doing everything today.โ
He looks back at you. โSheโs calm.โ
โYeah. For now,โ you say. โIโm not trusting it.โ
โSheโs calm because iโm holding her.โ He jokes. You roll your eyes, smiling.
He presses a quick kiss to your cheek. His hand settles at your waist, thumb rubbing there while he talks.
He watches her face for a second, then looks back at you. โYou okay though?โ
You nod. โYeah. Just tired.โ
He straightens, adjusting Naya in his arms. โAlright. You cook. Iโll walk her around a bit.โ
By the time dinnerโs done and Nayaโs fed, Riki clears the table without being asked, scraping plates and sliding everything into the dishwasher. You hear cabinets opening and closing while youโre already in the bathroom, getting things ready.
You fill the small baby tub in the sink, checking the temperature with your own hand. Not too hot, not too cold. You lay out her towel on the dresser nearby, tiny pajamas folded next to it, diaper ready.
Naya fusses a little when you undress her, her face scrunching up like sheโs about to cry. โI know, I know,โ you murmur, lowering her into the water slowly. โJust a bath, baby. Promise.โ
Once sheโs in, she relaxes almost immediately. Her arms float, legs kicking gently, and you smile without even realizing it. You wash her carefully, talking to her the whole time like she understands every word.
โLong day, huh?โ you whisper. โYou tired now?โ
She makes a small noise, blinking up at you, and you lean closer. โYeah, thatโs what I thought. Mommyโs gonna give you your bottle after this and then youโll fall right asleep.โ
Riki shows up in the doorway a few minutes later. โHowโs it going in here?โ
โSheโs being good,โ you say. โCan you grab her in a sec? Iโll get her bottle ready.โ
He nods and steps closer. โYeah, I got her.โ
You lift Naya carefully and hand her to him, still warm and damp. He takes her with both arms, sheโs already smiling at him.
โIโll be right back,โ you say, already turning away.
Riki lays her down gently on the dresser, patting her dry with slo. โOkay,โ he says softly. โLetโs get you ready for bed.โ
He wraps her in the towel, pulling the little teddy bear hood over her head. Itโs slightly too big, slipping down over her forehead, and he chuckles softly as he adjusts it.
โLook at you,โ he says quietly. โAll clean.โ
He lifts her against his chest and starts pacing the bathroom, small steps, swaying side to side.
โAre you gonna let mommy and daddy sleep tonight, angel?โ
โI doubt that.โ You say with a smile as you step in and reach out to take her from Riki.
The bottleโs ready by the time you carry Naya into her room, the lights dimmed low. You change her slowly, slipping her into her sleeping bag and settling into the chair next to the crib. She latches onto the bottle easily, eyes already heavy, her tiny hand resting against your finger.
You sway a little as she drinks, humming under your breath without really thinking about it.
Sheโs almost done when Riki quietly steps into the doorway.
You immediately shoot him a look and lift a finger. โShh.โ
He freezes mid-step, and he nods. He walks over slowly, like the floor might creak if heโs not careful.
When Nayaโs eyes finally close, you stand carefully, holding her close. Riki leans in and presses a gentle kiss to her forehead, barely touching her.
โNight, angel,โ he whispers.
You lower her into the crib, hovering for a second just to make sure she stays asleep. She doesnโt stir.
Back in the living room, you collapse onto the couch without a word. You turn the TV volume down and settle between Rikiโs legs, his back against the armrest, your head resting against his chest. He automatically reaches up, fingers combing through your hair, slow and familiar.
You melt into it almost immediately.
A few minutes pass. Your breathing evens out, your body getting heavier against him. He notices before youโre fully asleep, his thumb brushing your temple.
โBaby,โ he murmurs softly. โLetโs go to bed.โ
You hum in response, barely awake.
He smiles to himself. โWeโre both tired,โ he adds. โAnd sheโs gonna wake us up in like three hours anyway.โ
You nod against his chest, eyes closed, already half gone. He gives your hair one last gentle stroke before shifting carefully.
โCome on,โ he whispers.
You barely talk while getting ready for bed. Brushing teeth side by side, changing into pjโs.
You crawl into bed first and roll onto your side, slipping one leg over his. He pulls you closer without thinking, arm settling around your waist like it belongs there. You press a quick kiss to his lips, sleepy and warm.
โGoodniht,โ you murmur.
โNight, baby,โ he answers, already half out.
Sleep comes fast.
A sharp, loud cry cuts through your sleep a few hours later.
You both stir, no one moves right away. You groan into the pillow, half-awake, delusional enough to think maybe sheโll stop on her own if you donโt move. Riki shifts beside you, dragging the blanket up like it might block the sound.
The cry comes again, louder.
You mumble โSheโs crying.โ
He lets out a long breath through his nose. โMmh. I know.โ
Another scream.
You nudge his side with your knee, signing for him to go.
He rolls onto his back โYou go.โ
You crack one eye open. โNo. I went yesterday.โ
He turns his head toward you, eyes barely open. โIโll do it for the rest of the week if you go right now.โ
You shake your head and make a fake exaggerated snoring sound.
Thereโs a dramatic sigh before he pushing himself up.
You smile into the pillow as he drags himself out of bed.
You hear his footsteps down the hall. The door to Nayaโs room opens, and a moment later you hear his voice through the baby monitor. โHey Nayaโฆ hey, itโs okay. Daddyโs here.โ
He lifts her carefully, cradling her against his chest. โWhatโs all this about, huh?โ he whispers. โItโs the middle of the night.โ
The crying doesnโt stop.
He sways slowly, pacing the room. โShhโฆ shh. I got you. Itโs okay.โ He presses his cheek to her hair, rocking her back and forth. โSleep babygirlโฆโ
He tries the pacifier. She takes it for half a second then spits it out and wails louder.
He exhales a tired laugh. โOkay. Got it.โ
He sits down on the edge of the bed, bouncing her softly on his knee. โWhat do you want from me, hm?โ he murmurs. โIโm doing my best here.โ
He stands again, walking slow circles around the room, whispering nonsense to her, anything that might work.
โShh Nayaโฆ yeahโฆ daddyโs got youโฆโ
Five minutes pass. Sheโs still upset. You hear it all from the bedroom. The crying hasnโt softened at all.
With a sigh, you push yourself out of bed.
The door to Nayaโs room is open. Rikiโs standing there, rocking her, looking tired but patient.
โShe wonโtโโ he starts, then stops when you step closer.
You take her from his arms without a word.
โShh sweetie, mommyโs here.โ
Almost instantly, the crying softens. Then quiets. Her body relaxes against you like sheโs been waiting for this.
Riki blinks. โYouโre kidding.โ
You sway gently, โDonโt be mad at me,โ you whisper. โBe mad at her.โ
Her body relaxes in your arms. โShhhโฆโ You whisper once more to Naya.
He watches for a second, then shakes his head with a tired laugh. โDoes she hate me or what.โ
โShe doesnโt,โ you say softly. โSheโs just a mamaโs girl.โ
He snorts. โNah. Sheโs definitely a daddyโs girl.โ
You glance at him, smiling. You turn and show him Nayaโs sleepy eyes in your arms. โYou see that? Mamaโs girl.โ
โAlright then. Next time, Iโm pretending I didnโt hear anything.โ
You snort quietly. โSure you are.โ
Riki steps closer, carefully helping you lay her back down in the crib.
โ
The next morning the baby monitor cracks softly. No crying, just little noises and rustling.
Riki blinks awake, eyes still heavy, listening.
Sheโs awake. He has like 5 minutes to get her out of bed before she starts crying.
He glances at the clock, he looked but his mind didnโt process the time, he believes he saw an 8. Youโre still asleep, arm draped over his waist, breathing slow and even. He smiles to himself and carefully slides out from under your hold.
He slips out of the bedroom and into Nayaโs room, closing the door softly behind him. He pulls the curtaint open just enough to let the morning light in.
Nayaโs already wide awake, kicking her legs, eyes bright when she spots him.
โHi angel,โ he whispers, instantly softer. โGood morning.โ
He leans over the crib and picks her up, tucking her against his chest. She lets out a little sound that almost sounds like a laugh, lips curling up in a gummy smile.
โOh, yeah?โ he murmurs. โYouโre happy to see me now?โ
He rocks her gently, pacing the room. โMamaโs still sleeping, okay? Weโre gonna let her sleep.โ
He looks down at her little face. โYou hungry?โ he asks quietly. โYeah. Thought so.โ
He carries her into the living room and sets her gently in the playpen, dropping a toy near her so sheโs distracted for a second. He moves around the kitchen, preparing her bottle on autopilot, still half asleep.
Once itโs ready, he scoops her back up and settles onto the couch, turning the TV on low. Some random comedy show fills the room, entertaining enough for now.
He props her in his arm and feeds her, watching her drink while his head leans back against the couch. His eyes keep slipping shut, then opening again, making sure sheโs okay.
โBig breakfast today?,โ he murmurs. โAll that crying got you hungry.โ
After she finishes, he slides down so heโs lying back on the couch, a pillow under his head. He places her on his chest, holding her securely so sheโs sitting on his chest.
She stares at his face like itโs the most interesting thing in the world.
He wiggles his fingers in front of her. โWhat?โ he asks softly. โYou got something to say?โ
She answers with little noises, her tiny hands grab his fingers.
He laughs quietly. โYeah? Thatโs crazy. Tell me more.โ
She babbles again, completely serious.
He nods along like he understands every word. โMm. Youโre a daddyโs girl, huh Naya?โ
She lets out a high pitched noise in return. Riki smiles and nods. โYeah thatโs right. Donโt tell mama.โ
Riki doesnโt even remember falling asleep.
One second heโs blinking at the TV, listening to Nayaโs tiny sounds, the next his eyes are closed and heโs passed out on the couch. His head tilts slightly to the side, mouth parted just a little. Naya stays awake though, calm, resting on his chest. One of his arms is still wrapped around her, hand firm against her back, holding her there on pure instinct.
Ten minutes later, you wake up to an empty spot beside you.
The bedroom is quiet. Naya isnโt crying. Thatโs what makes your heart speed up just a little. You slip out of bed and peek into her room. Empty.
You head towards the living room, and the moment you see them, your chest tightens in the best way.
Riki is sprawled across the couch, completely knocked out, one arm curled around your daughter. Nayaโs lying on her stomach on his chest, awake and peaceful.
Your heart flutters, you pull your phone out without thinking and take a picture.
Then you step closer and carefully slide Naya out of his arms.
โGood morning, baby,โ you whisper to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. โDid daddy feed you already?โ
She makes a small noise in response.
You smile and glance back at Riki. โYeah, heโs tired,โ you murmur. โYouโve been waking him up every night.โ
You place Naya into the playpen and head into the kitchen. You make breakfast without much thought, ccereal for yourself, a sandwich for him.
When youโre done, heโs still asleep, taking up most of the couch.
You carry his plate over and set it on the small table, then look down at him for a second, amused.
Then you climb right on top of him.
He groans immediately, brows furrowing, hands lifting instinctively to your hips.
โExcuse me, sir,โ you say softly. โMove your long legs out of the way.โ
He groans, eyes still closed. โMmโฆ five more minutes.โ
โYou already took fifteen.โ
He squints one eye open, then the other, finally registering you sitting on him. โHmm,โ he mutters. โGood morning to me.โ
โYou fed the baby and passed out?โ you say, leaning down.
He scoffs, rubbing his face. โMhm.โ
He pulls you down into his chest, arms wrapping around you.
You press a kiss against his jaw. โI made you breakfast.โ
โThank you baby.โ He mumbles with his eyes closed, no intention of getting up just yet.
Youโre tired, heโs tired. You rest on his chest for a second, listening to his heartbeat, the quiet sounds of Naya in the background, the morning sun filling the room.
You both might fall asleep again while the breakfast is waiting to be eaten, but you donโt really care. You just want this moment to last a little longer.
Iโm thinking about the Dark Blood cinema teaser (featuring Model Jiwon/Sooha)
There is this scene were Sunghoon stabs Jay right? All the other Enha members are literally hunting Sooha and Sunghoon down (willing to use violent tactics against Sunghoon, their brother)
Now what Iโve noticed the moment were Jay gets stabbed he doesnโt look angry. Look at his eyes, they widen and he freezes. Heโs scared that his brother Sunghoon actually stab him. Like really stab him.
We see Jay and Sunghoon have a special connection(only unit iykyk) Thatโs why he doesnโt look mad or angry. No heโs more shocked, sad and scared that Sunghoon was ready to even kill him for Sooha.
I have the theory that Jay had the thought/mindset "Iโm an exception for Sunghoon, after all weโve been through a lot and Iโm even one of hos first friends (iland)"
They med before iland (just them) in order to practice their performance. Which means Jay is Sunghoonโs first iland friend and Sunghoon is Jayโs first brother (hits more when you remember that heโa an only child)
Did I cook?
anon you might be onto something here. I haven't seen a take like this on jayhoon ever but you did cook