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❪ MAGAZINE ❫ ｡ down bad!yjw 𝗑 f!r smau fluff ✿ language businessman jungwon loosely inspired by ‘crazy rich asians’
스루 ܃ atp im js posting my drafts fr TT but i really hope this was ok, not really fun now but more parts incoming!
ONE TWO (+tba)
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synopsis: air ball after air ball jaeyuns pathetic attempts get unoticed by his crush until….
warnings: language, suggestive, & hot loser jake
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status: started
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♛ i’ve had this cooked up in my drafts for a while but i didn’t know who i wanted as the love interest but i felt like jake was the best option lmao. this will be a short lil smau hopefully you guys will like it!!!
in which . . . your favorite online shopping site, EN-line, has been slacking on your packages lately. almost every night you find yourself contacting customer service over one issue after another— and every time, you get connected to the same representative, riki.
→ contains — smau (26 ss) ࿐ crack && fluff ౨౿ cursing ⁘ ot7 enha, keonho & james (cortis) & wonhee (illit) mentioned . . ∿ strangers to lovers Ꮺ humor × sexual jokes ᶻz riki n reader r both sleep deprived . . .
𝒮YN ╱ Eom Seonghyeon is known as many things: Eom Seonghyeon (of course), the school band's lead singer, and the school’s player. He really only dates students who confess to him for the fun of it, breaking it off when he gets bored. When he lands eyes on another during their showcase, he's feeling things he's never felt before. With the way his friends provoke him to get to know you through a bet, of course he'll make it his goal to, though, who was going to tell him that you terribly despise his guts?
OR IN WHICH . . . Eom Seonghyeon falls head over heels for the girl in the front row. He knows he doesn’t have the best reputation, but with the way his friends indulge in his competitiveness with a bet, he can’t stop himself from trying to win you over. Spoiler alert: the girl in the front row also has her own feelings for him.
•ㄑ𝒞ONT ★ smau school au oneside enemies to lovers romcom angst he fell first, he fell harder profanity random timestamps somewhat player!seonghyeon a bet is involved more coming soon
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You’d think that after three years of sharing a space and an engagement ring, you’d have his routine entirely figured out, but Heeseung still manages to surprise you by being the most predictably unpredictable person alive. Coming home past midnight after a grueling modeling session wasn’t supposed to involve finding him fast asleep on the hardwood floor right next to the dog’s bed—especially when you both invested in a custom king-sized mattress specifically to avoid his chronic back pain. When you finally shake him awake, half-miffed and half-fond, he just blinks up at you with that heavy-lidded, sleepy gaze and mutters something entirely incoherent about how the floor felt more like you than the bed while reaching out to tug at your ankle until you collapse right there beside him. It’s completely ridiculous, and you know you’re going to wake up with a stiff neck, but the way he immediately tucks his face into the crook of your shoulder and sighs like he’s finally safe makes it impossible to argue. He treats the entire situation with this bizarre normalcy, leaving you to just lie there in the dark, secretly grateful that he’s always this unapologetically himself when it’s just the two of you.
PARK JONGSEONG
The thing about Jay is that he possesses this intense borderline terrifying level of dedication to things that don’t actually matter, which is exactly how you found yourself trapped in the kitchen at three in the morning watching him meticulously measure out ingredients for a pancake recipe he swore he’d perfected in his sleep. You were supposed to be having a serious conversation about your upcoming wedding seating arrangement—a topic that had already caused three minor arguments earlier that evening—but he completely derailed the tension by declaring that he couldn't think on an empty stomach. Now, he’s standing there in his oversized gray sweats, treating a simple breakfast batter like it’s a Michelin-star final exam, completely ignoring the stack of unfinished invitations on the counter. Every time you try to bring up your cousin's dietary restrictions, he just slides a freshly cooked, perfectly golden pancake onto your plate and commands you to eat, acting as though a carbohydrate overload is the universal fix for pre-marital stress. It’s infuriating how easily he deflects the heavy stuff with domestic stubbornness, but watching the rigid tension slowly drain from his shoulders as you take a bite makes you realize he’s just trying to take care of you the only way he knows how.
SIM JAEYUN
It’s genuinely hilarious how Jake can handle an audience of thousands without breaking a sweat, yet the moment you mention a minor detail about the wedding registry, he turns into a ball of frantic energy that is almost impossible to contain. You were just sitting on the living room rug, minding your own business and scrolling through dinnerware sets, when he suddenly dropped down next to you and started aggressively debating the merits of bone china versus stoneware. He’s so deeply invested in the most mundane aspects of your shared future that it almost feels like he’s trying to manifest the actual wedding day through sheer willpower alone, leaning over your shoulder so close that his damp hair drips onto your screen. When you laugh and tell him to calm down because it’s just plates, he gets this incredibly serious, wide-eyed look on his face and insists that "every single meal we eat for the next fifty years" matters, which instantly melts whatever annoyance you had. He has this knack for making even the most boring adult responsibilities feel like a thrilling adventure that you can't help but want to jump into headfirst.
PARK SUNGHOON
Sunghoon has this maddening habit of retreating into a shell of icy silence whenever he’s overwhelmed, which usually leaves you guessing whether he’s actually upset or just completely drained from his schedule. Tonight was supposed to be your first proper date night in over a month, but instead of the lively dinner you’d envisioned, you’re stuck sitting across from him in a quiet corner booth while he picks at his food with a look of total detachment. Just when you’re about to call it a night and assume he’d rather be anywhere else, he reaches across the table under the cover of the long tablecloth, his fingers catching yours and squeezing them so tightly it almost hurts. It’s such a sharp contrast to his cold expression that it catches you entirely off guard, making you realize that his silence isn't a withdrawal from you, but rather his way of anchoring himself when everything else is moving too fast. He won’t say a word about the pressure he’s under, and he’ll probably act like this lingering touch never happened once you leave the restaurant, but that single gesture tells you everything you actually need to know about where you stand with him.
KIM SUNOO
There’s a specific brand of dramatic flair that Sunoo brings to your engagement that you’re convinced no one else on earth could replicate, especially on mornings when he decides he requires an absurd amount of attention. You were trying to get through a remote work call on the couch, explicitly telling him beforehand that you needed just twenty minutes of uninterrupted silence, but that apparently translated in his mind to "please test my acting skills." He spent the entire duration of your meeting pacing silently in front of the coffee table, sighing heavily at regular intervals. The moment you hang up, he practically collapses onto your lap with a theatrical groan, complaining that your neglect has physically weakened him and demanding that you take him out for iced coffee to make up for it. It’s impossible to keep a straight face around him when he’s being this unashamedly needy, and even though you should probably scold him for ruining your focus, you just end up burying your face in his hair, completely defeated by how effortlessly he twists you around his finger.
YANG JUNGWON
Jungwon treats his role as your fiancé with the kind of responsible analytical precision that makes you forget he’s actually younger than you sometimes, which can be both incredibly endearing and mildly suffocating. You had a minor cold over the weekend, nothing serious enough to warrant medical attention, but he somehow caught wind of it and turned your apartment into a makeshift recovery ward before you could even protest. He’s got this little notebook where he’s literally logging the times he gives you vitamin C and checking your temperature with a thermometer every two hours, moving around the bedroom with this focused efficiency that leaves no room for argument. When you try to sit up and tell him that you’re perfectly fine to go make your own tea, he just presses a firm hand against your shoulder, gives you that look that usually commands an entire management team, and orders you back under the covers without a single trace of hesitation. You want to roll your eyes at how overly bossy he’s being over a simple sniffle, but the anxious twitch in his jaw tells you he’s just terrified of seeing you unwell, making you sink back into the pillows and let him play the protector.
NISHIMURA RIKI
Trying to get a straight answer out of Ni-ki regarding anything related to wedding planning is like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands, mostly because he expresses affection through a constant barrage of teasing and deflection. You were trying to get him to look at suit options on your laptop, but he kept sliding his phone over your screen to show you ridiculous memes he found funny, completely derailing the task at hand. Just as you’re about to close the laptop in frustration and tell him to handle it himself if he doesn’t care, he suddenly snatches your wrist, pulling you off the chair and directly into his chest with a sudden, surprising display of strength that reminds you he isn’t a kid anymore. He doesn't say anything sweet or reassuring to fix your mood; instead, he just wraps his long arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin heavily on your head and swaying you side to side in a slow rhythm until your frustration evaporates. He has this way of bringing everything back down to earth when you start panicking about the future, reminding you without words that beneath all the childish deflections, he’s entirely locked into you.
isa notes: im not gonna lie, im not super proud of this one :> this was sitting half-finished in my drafts and i literally rushed to complete it just so i could finally post something 😭 so idk how it turned out tbh :p but i hope u guys still like it even a little bit >< lowkey dying with assignments rn but we ball :/
💌: this is not proof read and suuuuper short because i found it in my drafts and decided to feed y'all + no labels part 02 is coming out soon and dada is EXCITED and thinking abt yeonjun constantly. enjoy!
genre: yeonbin x fem!reader threesome (kinda crack-ish)
wc: 1.3k
warnings: soft dom!soobin & yeonjun, they're eiffel tower-ing reader, they argue but its not angsty at all its just incredibly stupid, very brief mention of yeonjun wearing a suit (or at least he was wearing one), oral (m!receiving), deep throating, backshots, yeonjun praises reader a bit, soobin is referred to as bunny, littleeee bit of mxm but its just kissing, soobin’s a little bit rough, slight face fucking towards the end, yeonjun cums in readers mouth, soobin cums inside reader, idk i probably missed a couple but whatever
You’re moaning and trying your best to keep your lips wrapped around yeonjun’s dick as his best friend of over ten years stretches the tight walls of your cunt open. You should be having a great time right now. You should be going stupid from the stimulation. But instead—
They're arguing.
Every time another stupid sentence leaves Yeonjun’s mouth, Soobin fucks into you harder. He doesn’t mean to, but Yeonjun is being so annoying right now. Poor bunny is trying so hard to be gentle while his drama queen of a friend continues running his mouth.
You're filled from both ends, body shaken back and forth between the two bickering men. They’ve been going at it non stop for hours now. Not even sex has seemed to shake them. It’s exhausting to say the least.
"You changed the decorations I picked, asshole!"
"Yeah, because you decided to pick them without asking me first."
"Well you would’ve just said no anyways, because you— ah— you have awful taste."
"Can you two please shut up! I'm trying to cum!"
You try to get them to continue focusing on the task at hand, fucking you, but they just grunt at each other. Soobin continuing to slam roughly into you, too irritated to remember to be gentle. Not that you’re complaining though, your sweet bunny is rarely ever rough. Yeonjun on the other hand is just simply too stubborn to completely let go of this pointless argument, even as he stares down at your pretty mouth swallowing his cock whole.
You’re so close to heaven, with Soobin relentlessly pounding into you as he moans and grunts and Yeonjun letting out the prettiest whimpers and leaning back onto his hands. You love having them like this, even if their endless back-and-forth is starting to get on your last nerve. Yeonjun’s mouth is slightly agape and his tie is hanging loosely around his neck, his blazer discarded somewhere on the floor. His pants are unbuttoned and boxers pulled down just enough for his leaky cock to be freed. You can’t see Soobin, but you’re willing to bet his hair is falling in his face and his pretty lips are glistening with leftover saliva from licking them constantly.
Even as you manage to shut them up for a bit, Soobin has started purposely slamming his hips flush with your ass, making you deepthroat Yeonjun. Which in turn, is making him whine pathetically as his hands dig into the sheets.
Soobin thought it was amusing at first, making Yeonjun loose his composure more than he already was to get him to finally shut up. But it wasn’t so funny when Yeonjun started obviously getting close to climax, his head tipping back and his moans getting higher and higher. He’s been nothing but a bitch all day long, he doesn’t deserve to cum first.
Yeonjun’s head shoots back up, staring daggers into Soobin’s eyes when your mouth is suddenly no longer around his dick. Soobin had yanked you back, hands tight on your hips. He couldn’t help but smirk seeing Yeonjun look so annoyed.
"What the fuck??” Yeonjun spits.
If looks could kill, Soobin would’ve been long gone right now. Yeonjun is not too happy with being edged right as he was about to cum so far down your warm throat.
“What? I didn’t do anything.” Soobin smiles, feigning innocence as his movements start to slow, more focused on getting back at his best friend than fucking you.
You were so close to cumming. But yet again, your momentary bliss is put on hold while the men argue. You could almost roll your eyes right now if it weren’t for Yeonjun gently grabbing your cheeks and feeding his dick right back in. Seems he’s choosing to ignore Soobin for once.
“Ahh fuck yesyesyes, just like that” Yeonjun moans out as your lips wrap back around him, his hands on the sides of your face slowly guiding you down.
“Feels so good, keep going please fuck— oh my god… You’re so pretty, so good at this” he babbles on.
You love when he gets like this, so pretty and dazed from the stimulation that he just talks and talks. Even in bed Yeonjun never knows how to stop talking.
Soobin however, does not love it. Even as he picks his pace back up and resumes fucking in and out of you, he’s distracted. And fed the fuck up.
“Will you stop— uh— talking please?” Soobin grunts out.
“Why should I listen to you? You don’t ever listen to me.”
“You think the whole world should listen to your stupid ideas.”
Your mouth pops off Yeonjun once again, this time to speak.
“Soobinnn, ‘m so close!” you moan out, feeling that familiar feeling building up in your lower tummy. Soobin’s thrusts have gotten brutal as Yeonjun continued to aggravate him further once again, his tip hitting and abusing your cervix over and over.
Suddenly the feeling of you clenching around Soobin has made itself known, his eyes falling to the sight of himself going in and out of you making him dizzy. He’s no longer busy arguing as he moans and snakes his fingers around you to work at your clit.
“Fuck— Yeah, okay. Go ahead and cum for me.”
Both the attention on Yeonjun’s cock and his words are forgotten now as Soobin’s tunnel visioned on making you cum. Yeonjun is not done talking though, and he’s tired of Soobin ruining everything.
“I want an apology.” he declares firmly.
“What? No way!” Soobin retorts, gaze averting from your dripping cunt back to Yeonjun.
You groan as Soobin’s pace falters once again, his fingers halting all movement at the absurdity of his friends words.
You’re pissed. If these two idiots would just shut up for one minute you would’ve came ages ago.
“What do you mean ‘no way’?” Yeonjun questions as he pushes his dick inside your warm mouth once again. “I deserve one! You’re the one who’s been a jerk all day long.”
“Me? You’re the one who’s been going around bad mouthing me to everyone just because you can’t handle not getting your way!” Soobin spits back, having completely stopped all movement now.
That’s it. You are sick and tired of your orgasm being put on hold over and over for them to continue having the worlds dumbest argument.
“Will you both just fucking kiss and make up?! You’re both jerks because you won’t let me cum!” You practically cry out, removing your mouth from Yeonjun once again as your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
And that may have just been the best thing you’ve ever said.
Were they finally quiet? No. But were they still arguing? Nope!
They couldn’t when they were too busy moaning into each others mouths as they make out above you. Yeonjun’s up on his knees now to reach Soobin better, thrusting harshly in and out of your wet mouth. Soobin’s no better, bullying his cock into you relentlessly. Both their paces barely steady, and you know it won’t be much longer before they both cum.
And lo and behold, Yeonjun was the first to go. Moaning loudly into Soobin’s mouth as he shoved himself as far down your throat as he possibly could. Your nose buried into his pelvis as cum spurts into your mouth. You could feel yourself getting dizzy, finally feeling the warmth build back up in your stomach. Soobin must’ve felt it too as his fingers reach down to rub at your neglected clit once again.
Within seconds another loud and broken moan rips through the air, and shockingly its your own. As if on cue, Soobin follows right behind. His hands death grip your hips, pulling you down to the base of his cock as he spills inside you. It’s almost beautiful, the moans falling from all three of your mouths, sweat falling from your foreheads, and no more pointless arguing.
Who knew all they needed was to kiss for all of you to come, and cum, together so nicely?
from, malenaㅤjay smau finally! i’m super excited for this .. also, this is the only written chapter since i wanted to set the scene ^_^
jay notices you before you notice him.
not in a dramatic, slow motion way— more like a ‘that is trouble.’ just a passing glance when the café door swings open and the familiar scent of matcha drifts in before you do.
yeah, you’re late.
he can tell from the way you rush to the counter, hair slightly out of place, bag slipping off your shoulder as you try to order and check your phone at the same time. it’s chaotic. he would rather die than imagine himself that situation.
and jay doesn’t like to brag but he is the embodiment of punctuality of discipline.
he has never been late— not to school, university, work, anywhere— unless we’re talking about the blind dates his grandmother sets him on.
you make payment hurriedly while simultaneously texting someone. he snickers at the almost mess that you are ( although, you do look pretty nonetheless but he doesn’t need to admit that. )
jay just hopes you collect your order and leave.
but then your order gets called and you turn too quickly and slam straight into him.
“oh—shit—sorry—!”
and it happens fast.
too fast, gasps mingling in the air. the lid of your cup pops and suddenly— green, everywhere.
cold matcha soaks into the crisp fabric of his suit jacket, dripping down the front in slow, unforgiving streaks.
it’s quiet, almost like the entire cafe seemed to pause to see how incredibly you’ve fucked up. as if you weren’t having a hard time already— and your day hasn’t even properly started.
worse, he doesn’t even say anything. he just looks down at his charcoal suit— now with wet, green patches— then looks at you.
you freeze for exactly half a second before your brain catches up. “oh my god—i’m so sorry—wait—”
you grab a handful of napkins, dabbing at his jacket uselessly, making it worse, spreading the stain instead of fixing it. “i didn’t see you, i was—god, i’m so sorry—”
jay exhales slowly and you swear you feel anger radiating off him. and by the looks of it, he seems like someone who can have you killed within hours.
“this,” he says, very calmly, much to your surprise. “is brioni,”
you stop, blinking in confusion. “…okay?”
and the silence that follows after is way louder than the sirens going off in your head just a second ago. his scrutinising gaze and you stare back.
because genuinely— what does that even mean?
“brioni,” he repeats, slower this time, like that’s supposed to help, as if to make you understand the gravity of the situation and ruining a brioni suit.
“yeah,” you nod quickly, still patting at his sleeve. “i heard you. i just, uh, don’t know what that is,”
and he genuinely looks thrown off, like someone insulted his life’s worth of hardwork. jay doesn’t get it— how can someone be a complete mess and clueless? there has to be something wrong with you.
“you spilled matcha,” he sighs in utter disbelief and surprise. “on a brioni suit,”
“and i said sorry,” you shoot back, already checking the time on your phone again. “like, multiple times,”
your attention being on your phone and not on the matter at hand is already ticking him off. before he could say another thing, you cut him off, panicking— but not about the suit.
“look, I really have to go,” you mumble, shoving the useless napkins into his hand. “i’ll pay for the dry cleaning, okay? just—”
you glance around, grabbing yet another tissue and a pen from the counter while he watches, slightly stunned, as you scribble something down in messy and rushed handwriting.
and you shove it right into his palm.
“my number,” you say. “text me the price,”
and then, you’re gone. just like that, while he tries to process whatever the fuck just happened.
the bell above the cafe door jingles once as you leave, and the cold air rushes in behind you.
jay stands there, matcha stained, speechless, confused— he looks at the crumpled tissue with your number and lets out a groan.
𝒢𝒞 SYNOPSIS ───── you swear you’re over lee heeseung. for months, you’ve managed to convince yourself both you and him have moved on. all it takes is one song written by him to prove you were wrong.
OVERFLOW . . . smau, ex!heeseung, fem!reader, yunjin (le sserafim) used to present reader, heeseung’s a little toxic (?), take any jokes of hee leaving enhypen lightly pls, ignore timestamps ⟡ taglist open
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˚₊ in which you find a liking to your older brother jake's friend.. ‧₊˚
brothersbsf!sunghoon x jakesyoungersister!reader
profiles part 1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7
author's note: ok so i was making this part last night... but I fell asleep. but hope yall enjoy. DONT WORRY everything is for the plot we will be getting a hoonyn ending!!
(🥐) After Riki Nishimura’s hundred-dollar boyfriend scheme works a little too well, everyone now has to survive the aftermath: family dinner.
bf! jake x fem! reader
˗ˏˋ riki is your younger brother, he's annoying, established relationship, romcom, highschool au, (kind of) mean reader, patient jake, fluff, just fluff, cute stuff
wc: 7492
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
anj’s note: i didn’t expect the amount of people to ask for a sequel, im honestly soo happy you guys enjoyed please just take my sister out. i literally did not see it coming at all?!?! i also didnt realize how many people would relate to y/n LMAOOO anyway a few asked the meeting with riki’s girlfriend for the sequel, so here it is! i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you would as well. i might write a part 3 because i really do enjoy their dynamic ughh im just not sure how to rn!! ALSO very important, jake and riki is exactly how i picture them age-wise in the photo.
Jake Sim has always been the only person who knew how to hold you without making you feel like something fragile.
He had seen the sharpness, the control, the way your love sometimes came out harsher than your intentions, and it held on through a kind of grip you didn’t know how to adjust. He knew what everyone else called cruel from you was usually just your fear, standing with its arms crossed, pretending not to care. Somehow, he never flinched from the ugly parts. He never tried to smooth you down into someone easier to like, and never prayed for it either — because he liked you the way you are.
Unfortunately, Jake’s personal experience with loving you did not come with a training manual for the general public, to everyone’s unfortunate fate. Other people, tragically, were not Jake Sim.
You were better now, in ways that mattered. Not kinder, exactly, not in the way that made you softer or easier to digest, but more patient and less convinced that every person who entered your life needed to be assessed for specific requirements. Maybe you were a bit classist in the sense that it has nothing to do with class, you didn’t care if someone was rich or poor, actually. You cared if they were stupid, careless, or suspicious.
You had learned how to pause and consider how people would react to you. Sometimes. On good days. With enough effort without giving more than necessary — you’d never give in work for people you couldn’t care less about. Your mouth remains a separate legal entity that needs strict supervision, far greater than your own, wherein Jake actually steps in.
Now, he didn’t have you tethered on a leash, because that would mean he had control over you, and Jake doesn’t believe in fairy tales. He also believed in dismantling the kind of patriarchal system that insisted difficult women only became lovable after a patient man sanded them down into something more socially acceptable. So to say your boyfriend has managed to tame you down and has completely changed you for the better of fitting in social codes! is bullshit and is something that would never happen. That was propaganda. That was something a man with a podcast would say.
It was more of… he had emergency preparedness.
Which was why, by the time you finished preparing food, Jake had already arranged the plates on the dinner table to help you out without getting in your way and letting you do your own thing. Forks on the left, knives on the right, napkins folded neatly beside each plate. He even set out water glasses, juice glasses, and, for some reason, wine glasses.
Riki stares at the table. Then at Jake. “Why are there wine glasses?”
Jake scoffs, like Riki was unreasonable. “For drinks.”
“She’s seventeen. She doesn’t drink wine.”
“I know.”
“So why are there wine glasses?”
Jake picks one up and inspects it like this was a very normal conversation. “For juice.”
Riki blinks. “Juice.”
“You can put juice in a wine glass,” Jake says.
Riki only stares at him for a long second before looking at you, as if expecting you to step in and restore reason to the room. Unfortunately for him, you are too busy adjusting the serving dish in the center of the table, making sure it sits exactly where it should.
“It looks nice,” you say simply.
Riki exhales, defeated. “She’s just coming over for dinner.”
You glance up. “I’m aware.”
Still, you leave the wine glasses where they are.
It is not that you are nervous. At least, that is what you tell yourself while wiping the counter for the third time, checking the food twice, and pretending not to notice Jake quietly moving around the dining area in the way he always does now, helping without getting in your space. He knows better than to take over. He only fills the gaps you leave behind, setting down plates, moving chairs, handing you a towel before you ask for one.
“You’re doing too much,” Riki says finally, watching as you wipe the edge of the counter one last time.
“I made dinner because she’s coming here for the first time.” You glance at him, and for once, there’s no sharpness in it. “I want to put effort,” you say. “She’s important to you, so I’m going to treat her like she is.”
Before anyone can say more, the doorbell rings.
Riki freezes dramatically — shoulders stiffen, his hand goes briefly to his hair, and for one second, he actually looks seventeen with his first love, scared because you’re meeting her. Your expression softens before you can stop it, watching him mumble a few things beneath his breath and reach for the foyer.
You straighten, inhale once, and deliberately relax your face. Your eyebrows loosen first, then your jaw. You try to make your mouth sit neutrally instead of in the natural line that has apparently made several people assume you find their presence uncomfortable. You even relax your cheekbones, which is a ridiculous thing to become aware of, but you do it anyway — only to try and smile anyway.
Jake notices, obviously. He comes to stand beside you, his arm slipping over your shoulders, warm and easy. You glance at him, trying not to ruin your work. “What?”
He presses his lips together, but his eyes are already amused. “Nothing.”
“You’re laughing.”
“I’m not.”
“Are you making fun of me?” You glare at him, but unfortunately, ends up ruining all the work you have just done.
He laughs under his breath and pulls you a little closer, not enough to make a scene, just enough for his thumb to brush once against your shoulder. “No. You just look cute.”
The front door opens, which makes you and Jake both go quiet at the same time, though his arm stays comfortably around your shoulders while you immediately stiffen.
“Relax, okay?” he murmurs, low enough that only you hear him.
“I am relaxed.”
“You’re not.”
“I was,” you whisper back, eyes fixed toward the hallway. “Riki is making me tense. You’re also making me tense.”
His mouth twitches. “He’s nervous.”
“He said it himself, it’s just dinner.”
“I know, baby.”
“You’re not helping.”
“I’m literally holding you.”
“Exactly, now I’m tense again.”
He laughs under his breath, and you glare up at him again, which, unfortunately, ruins your face for the second time. He only looks more amused, his thumb brushing slowly against your upper arm as if trying to smooth the tension out of you by touch alone. From the foyer, you hear Riki’s voice, lower and softer than usual, which makes something inside you pause. He says something you don’t catch, then a girl answers, her voice careful but sweet. There is the quiet sound of shoes being removed, then footsteps moving closer toward the dining room.
Jake’s hand starts moving lightly over your arm, not enough to distract you, just enough to remind you to breathe when he can feel that you’re growing nervous too.
You’re nervous because for the first time since Jake, you care about being liked.
Riki appears in the doorway first, already looking embarrassed before anyone has even done anything. His hand hovers at the small of her back, not fully touching, just guiding her forward like he wants to be careful with her but does not want anyone to notice. That alone makes you want to be nicer immediately, though instinct comes first and you also want to make fun of him.
The girl, neat and pretty, exactly the kind of girl you expected Riki to like. Not loud kind of pretty, or trying too hard to be noticed. Just soft-faced and carefully put together, with her hair tucked behind one ear and both hands holding a small paper bag in front of her. She looks nervous and polite, but not helpless and boring. There is something bright in her expression when she glances at Riki, something that makes his ears go red when he catches it.
He clears his throat. “This is her.” He immediately looks annoyed with himself for a shitty introduction. “I mean, this is my sister.”
The girl smiles at you, a little shy but trying. “Hi. It’s nice to meet you.”
You make sure your face is still behaving before you smile back, lifting your eyebrows and relaxing your eyes. “It’s nice to meet you too.”
“And this is Jake,” he says, already sounding tired before the sentence is even finished. “My friend. Her boyfriend.”
Jake smiles. “Hello.”
For a second, it goes very well.
Riki’s shoulders lower slightly and Jake’s arm loosens around you. Riki and the girl steps further into the dining room and she notices the table, the food, the glasses, the napkins, the ridiculous amount of effort you had pretended was casual even though you really did give more than you would.
“This is really nice,” she says, smiling so wide and bright, then seems to remember the paper bag in her hands. “Oh, I brought something. It’s just pastries. My mom said I shouldn’t come empty-handed.”
“That’s sweet,” you say, already nodding in appreciation.
Then she adds, with a small nervous laugh, “Especially if it’s you.”
What the fuck does that mean?
You pause, though it isn’t a big, dramatic thing. To anyone else, it probably looks like you are simply processing what she said like a normal person. But unfortunately, everyone in the room knows you and knows that you are not doing that. Riki freezes first, because he has lived with you long enough to understand what careless words mean to you, his face going blank.
Then you nod slowly, because the worst part is, you are not even mad. You are curious, deeply curious, academically curious, the kind of curious that has ruined evenings before because you’re an older sister who can’t let things slide.
“Sorry,” you say, still polite. “What does that mean, exactly?”
She looks suddenly unsure. “Oh. Riki just told me you’re a bit unhinged sometimes. So I wanted to put my best foot forward.”
She is smiling, though not plainly rude, she looks like she has said something funny and is waiting for the room to understand it as a joke. Riki seems to understand this too, because he lets out this small, awkward laugh, like he is trying to help her land the joke before you set it on fire. Jake does the same thing, smiling polite and easy, to smooth the room over, but his arm tightens around your shoulders, and he straightens beside you, casual enough that it might pass as posture.
You, however, are not laughing yet. You are looking at her, a little amused, even impressed. Because she is standing in your dining room, holding pastries with both hands, looking sweet and proper, and somehow still had the nerve to call you unhinged to your face before the dinner you made yourself.
Interesting. Very interesting.
You nod once, slowly. “Okay.” then you breathe. “Calling me unhinged five seconds after walking in is —”
Then Jake’s hand covers your mouth.
One second you are speaking, the next his palm is gently but firmly over your mouth, cutting off whatever fire had been lining itself up behind your teeth. The room goes silent, then you slowly turn your eyes up to him. Jake smiles at Riki’s girlfriend like this is normal, like he did not just manually mute you in your own house.
“She thinks you’re funny.”
You make a muffled sound against his hand.
He glances down. “You do.” He keeps his hand there even when you glare at him.
Riki stares at the two of you with a mixture of horror and resignation. “Yeah. They’re like that. Sorry. It’s kind of their dynamic.”
His girlfriend looks between you and Jake, then at Riki, then back at you. For one second, she seems unsure whether she should apologize, laugh, or leave the pastries on the nearest surface and run — which is what most would consider the safest option, but instead, she laughs. It is small at first, but it turns real when she sees the way Riki’s ears have gone completely red and the way Jake is still holding you like a person trying to keep a cat from knocking a glass off the table.
“I’m sorry,” she says, smiling now. “I really meant it as a joke. I just thought of breaking the ice a little.”
Jake slowly lowers his hand, but his arm stays around you just in case. You hate that, you hate being treated like a rabid animal (you are, in this scenario, you really are). You inhale through your nose and fix your expression with as much dignity as possible. “I know. I understand the joke.” but you’re not laughing.
You nod once, polite. “I just think it’s very brave.” Jake’s eyes close for half a second. “It takes a lot of confidence to walk into someone else’s house shamelessly —”
Jake’s hand covers your mouth again, faster this time around. More resigned, like he knew the first intervention had only delayed the inevitable and was now dealing with the consequences of optimism.
You freeze beneath his palm, offended all over again.
Jake smiles at Riki’s girlfriend. “She appreciates your confidence,” he says smoothly. “And the pastries. We’ll eat them for dessert.”
Your eyes narrow, attempting to talk but your words are muffled. He keeps his hand there.
Riki, who looks like he is aging in real time, turns to his girlfriend with a stiff smile. “Let’s just eat. She cooks great food.”
The sudden rushed compliment makes you pause, which works better than Jake’s hand. Your irritation loosens by half an inch, and only then does he slowly remove his hand from your mouth, before placing both his hands over your shoulders and gently steer you toward the kitchen.
The second you reach the kitchen, you whip your head to him and whisper, “She called me unhinged.”
Jake reaches past you for the serving spoon. “Technically, Riki did.”
You stare at him. “And she repeated it. In my house.”
“She was just joking, baby.”
You grab the bowl of pasta from the counter, still whispering because you are civilized, apparently. “And you covered my mouth twice. That was crazy of you.”
He sighs. “I had to.”
“No, you did not have to.”
“You were about to call a seventeen-year-old shameless.”
When you freeze because he did make a point without having to rub it on your face, he then exhales a laugh and takes the heavier dish from you before you can protest, carrying it like he knows you’ll keep arguing better with your hands heavy. “You’re doing fine. Just be careful with her, she’s new.”
You inhale once, slow enough to remind yourself not to speak in weapons, then head back to the dining room with Jake following behind you, dish in hand and looking far too pleased for someone who had just done censoring. Riki and his girlfriend are already seated when you return. She sits neatly with her hands in her lap, taking in the table with careful politeness, while Riki looks like he has not breathed properly since he opened the door.
You smile again, because she’s new and you don’t want to scare her anymore. Jake catches it and has the audacity to look fond. You then sit across from them while Jake sits beside you, close enough for his knee to brush yours under the table, which you pretend not to notice.
For a few moments, dinner begins normally.
Plates are passed around, the wine glasses are filled with juice, as Jake planned. Riki relaxes little by little, especially when his girlfriend compliments the food and you do not immediately ask her for a detailed explanation of what she means by that — even though you want to ask just that. You only say thank you, which makes Jake glance at you like you have just performed a miracle.
Then Riki reaches for the tongs. “What do you want?” he asks her, voice quieter than usual.
She looks at the food, still shy. “Maybe just some of the crab rangoon bread.”
He nods and puts a few on her plate, carefully enough that you have to look down at your own plate to stop yourself from smiling too hard. Because it is sweet, sweeter than the teenage boy had ever been to anyone.
Unfortunately, Jake also notices. Without a word, he reaches for the tong, mimicking Riki’s careful expression so obviously that when you realize, you immediately swat his hand away.
“Stop.”
Jake bites his lip, trying not to smile. “What? I’m just serving you.”
“Stop it.” you hiss before you give him a look, but he only lowers his head and reaches for his glass, still smiling into it like he thinks he is subtle. He is not subtle. He has never been subtle a day in his life when it comes to annoying you.
Across the table, Riki stares at both of you. “Can you two stop?”
Jake, unhelpfully, says nothing, while you sigh and apologize.
Dinner continues after that, though with the fragile peace of something that knows it has survived two near-death experiences already. Riki’s girlfriend eats carefully at first, then relaxes when you ask if she wants more pasta instead of asking for her full academic history. Riki, to his credit, keeps checking on her without making it too obvious, which unfortunately makes it very obvious. Then she looks around the dining room, her eyes moving from the shelves to the framed photos, the organized sideboard, the little dish near the entryway where keys are kept. “I really like your house,” she says. “It feels so put together.”
You glance up from your plate. “Thank you.”
She smiles, encouraged. “Riki said you did most of the organizing.”
You are in the middle of taking a bite of pasta, which means the thought arrives before the social filter does. You chew once, swallow, then ask very casually, “Did he also tell you why I had to?”
Jake nearly chokes on his juice, the liquid gurgling in the cup though not loudly, but enough that his hand immediately goes to his mouth and Riki looks like he has just aged another five years in front of the girl he likes. Under the table, Jake’s hand lands on your thigh so fast it might as well have been an emergency brake.
You look at him and he looks back at you, eyes wide, expression painfully calm. His hand squeezes your thigh once, gentle but firm, because apparently this is what your relationship has become now. Morse code for please be more careful.
Riki’s girlfriend looks between everyone, confused but still polite. “Oh, I mean, he just said you’re really responsible.”
“That’s one word for it,” you say.
Jake’s hand tightens again, which makes you look down at his hand, then back at him. “What?”
He smiles at the table. “Nothing.”
Riki puts his fork down slowly. “Can we not?”
His girlfriend presses her lips together, trying not to smile, and the effort makes you pause. She does not look scared this time, because if anything, she looks like she is starting to understand the rhythm of the room. She’s starting to understand you beyond Riki’s unhinged stories about you, and for the second time, another person doesn’t feel like scurrying away.
That should embarrass you. And it does, at least a little, because you’ve learned social awareness. So you pick up your glass and take a sip, choosing to let the subject die before it grows bones and starts walking around the table. After a second, you say, “Sorry. Thank you. I do most of the organizing.”
Jake’s hand relaxes on your thigh and Riki exhales. His girlfriend smiles, warm and careful. “It’s nice. It feels like someone really takes care of it.”
That lands softer than you expect, and your spine relaxes so profoundly. For once, you do not make a joke out of it. You only nod, looking down at your plate. “I try.”
Jake’s hand stays warm on your thigh for another second before he lets go and reaches for his glass. He looks across the table, eyes moving between Riki and his girlfriend. “So,” he says, lighter now. “Where did you two meet?”
Riki pauses with his fork halfway to his mouth. “School.”
Jake nods slowly. “Wow. Detailed.”
You huff a small laugh before you can stop it, and Jake glances at you, pleased with himself. Riki glares. “What else do you want me to say?”
His girlfriend laughs softly, then looks at Jake. “We got paired for a project.” Her shoulders loosen a little more. “He was really serious about it. I thought he didn’t like me at first.”
Jake turns to you, voice low but not low enough. “He’s your brother.”
You nod solemnly. “Unfortunately, yes.”
His girlfriend smiles wider now, looking more comfortable than she had when she first walked in. “It was cute, actually. mean, he was responsible,” she says. “During the project. He kept checking if I was done with my parts, and he fixed the slides when the file got messed up.”
No one says anything right away, not even Jake who usually teases the shit out of the younger boy. Not because there is nothing to say either, but because Riki looks so embarrassed that teasing him feels too easy, and maybe a little unfair. His ears are red again, his fork held loosely in his hand, his eyes stuck on his plate like looking up might make the compliment worse.
You look at him and feel something quiet pull at your chest.
Responsible and nice.
It is strange hearing someone else say that about him, not because you do not believe it, but because you know him differently. You know the boy who forgets to answer his phone, who leaves his shoes by the door, who argues about curfew every time. You know him as your brother before anything else, the one you have to keep taking care of. But she knows this version too, the one who fixes things, checks on people, and doesn’t freak out when there’s a problem.
You clear your throat and look back at your plate before your face can do anything embarrassing. “That sounds like him.”
When you glance up again, Riki is looking at you. Not shocked exactly, because he is not unused to you caring. His expression shifts, small and unsure, like he does not know what to do with being seen properly by you. Not just as someone you have to worry over, but as someone who could be responsible without you standing over his shoulder. Maybe you have been so busy seeing him as a problem waiting to happen that you forgot he could also be someone else when you were not looking.
Maybe you have been unreasonable, and once the thought settles, you look down at your plate and take another bite before your face can fully betray you.
Jake notices anyway. And so he takes over for you.
He sits back, smiling now. “So, what tricks did he pull out of his ass after the slides? Did he act mysterious? Pretend he doesn’t care?”
His girlfriend laughs, and this time it comes out easier. “A little.”
Riki looks at her immediately. “No, I didn’t.”
“You kinda did.”
You and Jake laugh before you can stop it, and Riki points his fork at you. “Don’t laugh,” he says.
His girlfriend smiles into her glass, clearly enjoying this more than she expected to. The nervousness has not disappeared completely, but it has softened enough for her to look around the family table without looking like she is waiting for someone to test her.
After that, the questions continue, though you make sure they sound less like a background check and more like actual interest. The stories come out between bites, one after another, most of them harmless, some of them embarrassing, and nearly all of them at Riki’s expense. Jake keeps the teasing light, Riki keeps hating it, and his girlfriend keeps laughing in a way that makes him look down at his plate every few minutes like that will hide the fact that he likes hearing it.
The room relaxes in small things.
Riki stops sitting so straight, his girlfriend reaches for the juice herself, and Jake’s chair shifts closer to yours without either of you saying anything. At some point, you stop trying so hard to manage the room. Jake does most of the talking now, the three of them fall into conversation easily, voices overlapping, laughter coming in small bursts.
You let yourself sit quietly while you continue eating your food, listening more than speaking, watching Riki talk to someone who looks at him like he is not a problem to solve or a boy to keep alive through constant reminders. She looks at him like he is someone she likes, someone she chose willingly.
At some point, his girlfriend glances across the table and catches your eye. You know you could nod politely or look away or pretend you had only been reaching for your glass.
Instead, you smile at her. Not the careful one you had built earlier with relaxed eyebrows and softened cheekbones. But a small and sincere one.
And she smiles back. Something quiet settles between you, not approval exactly, because you are not her teacher and she is not there to pass. Just an understanding that she is trying, and so are you.
Later, when everyone has started moving around after dessert, the room breaks apart naturally. Riki and Jake end up near the sink, arguing over who is actually helping and who is only standing there only trying to look useful, obviously not wanting to get an earful from you. Your brother’s girlfriend gets pulled into the conversation for a while, laughing softly when Riki complains that Jake is “too comfortable” in the house, but eventually the noise settles behind you as you slip out to the front porch with one of the pastries she brought.
You lean against the railing, pastry in hand, and take a small bite. It’s good, soft, sweet, and clearly homemade, which makes you feel slightly worse about almost interrogating the girl who brought it.
The door opens behind you a minute later. You glance back and find her standing there, hands clasped in front of her like she is not sure if she is allowed to join you.
“Hi,” she says.
You swallow. “Hi.”
She looks at the pastry in your hand, then smiles a little. “Is it okay?”
You look down at it, then back at her. “It’s good.”
Her face brightens, visibly relieved. “Me and my mom made them.” She steps out slowly, leaving enough space between you like she is still learning the proper distance. You appreciate that more than you probably should.
For a moment, both of you just stand there, looking at the front yard while the muffled sound of Riki’s voice carries from inside. She breaks the silence as she says, “I’m sorry again. About earlier. The unhinged thing. I really thought it would be funny.” she winces.
“It was funny,” you say. She gives you a look like she does not fully believe you. You take another bite. “Eventually.”
That makes her laugh, small and careful, but real. Still, you notice the slight rigidness of her shoulders, and her fingers when they fidget with one another. She’s trying, that becomes obvious because you don’t recall anyone willingly staying alone in one room with you — not before or after Jake.
You take another bite of the pastry, buying yourself a second before you say anything too sincere. “I’d like to think that I’m not scary all the time.”
She smiles. “I know.”
You try not to snicker. “You don’t know that yet.”
“I kind of do,” she says, then looks embarrassed by her own confidence. “I mean, Riki talks about you a lot.”
You lower the pastry slightly. “Does he?”
She nods. “Yeah. He complains, but not in a bad way.” she says, laughing softly. “It’s more like… he’ll say you’re annoying, but then he’ll mention you picked him up from practice. Or that you made him eat before school. Or that you texted him because it was raining and he forgot an umbrella.”
Inside, Riki says something loud enough to make Jake laugh, and you remain quiet here. His girlfriend looks toward the door, her expression softening in a way that makes you pause, because you recognize that look. It’s the way Jake looks at you when he thinks you aren’t looking.
“He acts like he hates it,” she says. “But I don’t think he does. I think he likes knowing someone checks.”
You do not answer immediately, because there is nothing funny sitting close enough for you to grab. No sharp comment or an easy correction, just the truth, standing there on your porch in the shape of a seventeen-year-old girl who somehow sees your brother clearly.
So you nod once. “Maybe.”
She glances at you, then says, quieter, “I like him a lot.” Her eyes widen slightly especially when you look at her, like she has surprised herself by saying it directly. “Sorry. That was sudden.”
“No,” you say with a chuckle. “It’s okay.”
She tucks her hair behind her ear. “I know we’re young, and it’s not like I’m gonna marry him right now or anything. I just wanted you to know I’m not trying to get him in trouble or make things harder for you.”
It isn’t some grand statement, but it makes you freeze. It is actually the plainness of it that gets you, the fact that she says it like she understands there is something to make harder.
You are not Riki’s mom, you have never been his mom, and you will never be his mom. But somewhere along the way, between your mother leaving and your father forgetting the smaller parts of parenthood, you had become the person who checked the locks, remembered his schedule, asked if he ate, picked him up, got mad when he lied, and stayed awake when he was late. You gave up so many normal years to make sure he was safe, and he gave you so much shit in return, so much stress, so much noise.
A boyfriend too, apparently, which was still deeply annoying.
You blink once, but your eyes are already starting to sting.
She notices immediately. “Oh my God, I’m sorry.”
You let out a small laugh and look away, wiping quickly beneath one eye with your finger. “No, you’re fine.”
“I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
You sniff once. “I’m barely crying.”
That makes her smile, nervous but relieved. You both stand there with the porch light above you and the muffled sound of boys arguing inside, just before you take another breath, then glance at her.
“He told me,” she says softly. “Uhm. Just. About your mom. And your dad.”
Your face stills and she rushes to explain, eyes widening. “Not in a bad way. He wasn’t gossiping. He just said you had to do a lot. That you’re strict because you had to be. And I think I understood that more after meeting you.” She smiles a little, almost apologetic. “I mean, yes, you’re scary.”
You laugh despite yourself, and she laughs too. “But not in the way he made it sound. It’s more like...” She pauses, searching for the words. “You were kind of just left with him.”
It ruins you enough for your throat to tighten and your eyes to grow wet again before you can stop them. She looks panicked again, hands up like she wants to hold you. “I’m so sorry. That sounded so sad.”
“No,” you say quickly, laughing under your breath as you wipe at your eye again. “No, it’s okay.” You nod, then look down at the pastry in your hand because it is easier than looking at her. “It’s just weird.”
“What is?”
“Hearing someone say that,” you admit, voice quieter now. “Other than Jake.”
Her expression softens and she laughs quietly, looking down at her hands. “Riki talks about him too.”
You blink. “Jake?”
“Yeah.” Her smile grows a little more embarrassed, like she already knows what she is about to say will sound too sweet. “He said Jake is the only one who can tell you to calm down without making you mad.”
You stare at her as she glances toward the door, then back at you. “I think I get it now. It’s just nice. The way he looks at you.”
You immediately look away. “Okay.”
“I know. Sorry. That was cheesy.”
“It was very cheesy.”
“But very true.”
You take another bite of the pastry, mostly to give yourself something to do that is not react like an idiot. “You’re bold.”
“I’m learning from you.”
That makes you laugh. “You’ll need it,” you say, glancing at her. “If you’re going to be around a lot.”
For a second, her face goes completely still. Because the meaning seems to land, and her whole expression brightens before she can stop it, which isn’t loud or dramatic, just this shy, happy thing that she immediately tries to hide by looking down at her hands.
Riki appears halfway through the door a second later, squinting at the two of you like he has walked in on a meeting he was deliberately not invited to. His eyes move from her face to yours, then immediately to the pastry in your hand. “What are you doing?” he asks, already suspicious. “Are you threatening her?”
You give him a deadpan look. He stares back, of course.
“I’m eating,” you say.
His girlfriend laughs softly and steps closer to him. “She’s not threatening me.”
He still does not look convinced, but his hand finds hers anyway, like he has forgotten to be embarrassed for half a second. She lets him, smiling down at their joined hands, and the sight makes your face do something dangerously close to softening.
Jake then appears behind Riki. He takes one look at the porch, at the way Riki and his girlfriend are standing together, then at you. He steps around Riki and comes to your side, his arm slipping around your waist before he presses a quick kiss to your temple.
Riki’s face twists immediately, while his girlfriend, however, makes the worst possible sound, somewhere between a laugh and a squeal she clearly tries to hold back.
Jake ignores them completely, looking down at you instead. “Can I steal you for a bit?”
You barely get to frown before he guides you back inside with a hand at your waist.
“Steal me?” you repeat under your breath.
“Borrow,” he corrects, smiling.
The kitchen warmer from the leftover food and the light above the counter. Jake brings you there gently, not cornering you exactly, just turning you until your back rests against the counter and he stands in front of you, hands on your hips while yours stay on the pastry.
He only looks at you, then his gaze drops to the pastry on your hands, just before you take another bite. “I wasn’t done.”
“I can see that.”
“It’s good.”
His brows lift, innocent in a way that has never worked on you. Then, without looking away from you, he leans down and takes a small bite from the pastry in your hand. He straightens slowly, chewing while eyes remain on yours. For some reason, that makes your face warm faster than anything else he has done all night.
Then, very maturely, you say, “Ew.”
Jake laughs immediately, the sound low and pleased, because he knows you well enough to hear what you are actually doing. You take another bite from the same pastry anyway, mostly out of principle, and his smile only gets worse. Then he leans closer, pressing his forehead down against your shoulder with a quiet laugh. His hands stay at your hips, warm and steady, keeping you there without really keeping you anywhere.
“You’re so mean,” he murmurs.
“You know what you got into.” You huff, but it turns into something too close to a laugh when he presses a kiss to your shoulder. Then another, higher, near the side of your neck, soft enough to still feel like teasing. You try to keep eating like this is not affecting you at all, but Jake knows you too well, and the small smile against your skin says he caught it.
“Stop,” you mutter, though you make no actual effort to move.
He lifts his head just enough for his mouth to brush near your jaw, playful and warm. “Did she call you unhinged out there too?”
You glare at the cabinet over his shoulder. “No.”
“Did you call her shameless?”
“No.”
His brows lift, impressed. “Really?”
You swallow the bite of pastry and give him a flat look. “I don’t like how surprised you sound.”
His smile tilts. “‘Cause I know what I got into.”
You stare at him for a second before realizing he has only thrown your own words back at you, and you roll your eyes, but the smile slips through anyway. Instead of saying anything, he lowers his face and rests his mouth against your hair. Not quite a kiss, just there, warm and quiet and resting. You sigh and lean into him too, your weight shifting from your feet to him, and Jake takes it without needing to adjust.
“I like her,” you say after a moment.
His lips move against your hair. “Yeah?”
“A lot.”
Jake lifts his head just enough to look at you, and his expression is teasing, but his eyes are too soft to fully sell it. “Wow. A lot?”
You narrow your eyes. “What?”
His gaze drops to your mouth for half a second before returning to your eyes, entirely too pleased with himself. “I thought I was the only person allowed to understand you and survive.”
A laugh slips out before you can stop it, light and embarrassingly fond. He lets out a faux disappointed sigh, shaking his head but his smile is kinder. “Now there’s competition.”
“She brought pastries.”
“Very strong opening.”
His thumb brushes once at your side, your throat tightens before you can stop it. Jake lowers his voice. “I’m still the one who gets to hold you after.”
You only look at him, standing close enough that the kitchen feels smaller around you, the pastry forgotten between your fingers, his hands steady at your waist. Jake looks at you for another second, like he is waiting to see if you will tell him to stop.
You do not.
So he leans in and kisses you, soft at first, careful enough that you almost hate him for it. Your eyes close before you can think better of it, and the hand not holding the pastry slips up to his shoulder. Then his hand tightens at your waist, just a little, and the kiss deepens enough to make your thoughts go quiet. Your other arm finds its way around his shoulders too, pastry and all, awkwardly trapped somewhere behind his neck.
He laughs against your mouth, a smile pressing into yours. When you pull back to breathe, he does not go far, his mouth drifts to your jaw instead, and you let out a small, helpless laugh before you can stop it.
“Jake.”
“Hm?”
You tilt your head anyway, trying to sound annoyed even though you are smiling. “Behave. They’re still here.”
He pauses against your jaw before he laughs, low and quiet, his forehead dropping to your shoulder again. “These fucking kids, bro.”
You laugh properly this time, unable to help it, and shove at his chest with the back of your hand. You point the pastry at him. “You’re literally twenty.”
Jake lifts his head, face still tucked too close to yours, and shrugs like you have just made his point for him. “Exactly.”
He only smiles, then wraps his fingers around your wrist and gently brings your hand closer to his mouth. He does not even ask this time. He just holds your gaze, entirely too pleased with himself, and takes another bite from the pastry you were very clearly threatening him with.
You stare at him. “You have a problem.”
Jake swallows, still smiling. “You’re my favorite problem.”
Your eyebrows pull together immediately.
His smile drops by half. “Wait.”
“I’m a problem?”
“No.”
“You just said I’m a problem.”
Jake presses his lips together, clearly trying not to laugh because he knows that would only make this worse. His hand is still around your wrist, but now he looks like he has realized he is holding evidence at the scene of his own crime.
“I meant,” he says carefully, “you are my favorite person who causes problems.”
You stare harder. He closes his eyes for a second. “No. That’s worse.” He exhales a laugh. “Okay. You’re not a problem.”
“Good.”
“You’re just a lot.”
You scoff. “Wow.”
“No, no.” Jake’s hand tightens on your hips you try to pull away, though he is smiling too much to look even slightly sorry. “I like a lot. I love a lot.”
Your face warms before you can stop it. Then, because apparently he has decided to make it worse for your health, he shrugs. “I’m greedy.”
A laugh breaks out of you before you can hold it in, sudden and helpless. You turn your face away, but he follows just enough to catch it, smiling like he has been waiting for that sound all night. “You say terrible things.”
Jake’s smile softens, but he still looks entirely too pleased with himself. “I’m being honest.” His hands settle at your waist again, warm and steady. “You’re scary that I like. Mean that I like. Bossy that I like.”
You stare at him for half a second before another laugh slips out, softer this time, shaking your head because he is genuinely ridiculous. “That is not how compliments work.”
“It worked.”
You hate that he is right.
You hate that he is looking at you like that again, like every difficult part of you is something he has already made room for, and does complain about it. Like he is not trying to soften you into something easier. He’s seen it, and still somehow looks at you like you are the easiest choice he has ever made.
So you stop arguing. You catch the front of his shirt, fingers curling into the collar, and pull him down to you. Jake’s breath catches a little before your mouth meets his again.
This kiss starts soft, but only for a second. Then his hand tightens at your waist and your arm slides around his shoulders, the pastry still trapped awkwardly in your other hand, and you cannot bring yourself to care.
Riki and his girlfriend are somewhere outside. The dishes are still in the sink. Someone could walk in and you should probably be thinking about any of that, because it’d be embarrassing to be caught pressed on the counter like this.
But you do not. Your mind goes blank in the simplest, stupidest way, all because Jake is here.
Jake is close, the warmth under your hands, the smile against your mouth, the person holding you like he already knows where all your sharp parts are and has never once thought to let go.
So, for once, you let yourself stop thinking. You just kiss him back.
s ; your bad (and undeserved) reputation is about to ruin your future. maybe to start improving you should start with your handsome and serious tutor. problem? jake is so mean to you and he only loves to criticize book covers without actually reading the book.
p; meanie nerd!jake x disreputable f!reader
ft; manon bannerman , martin edwards , riki nishimura , jongseong park , sunghoon park , jaehyun myung
c&w; mini smau + written parts , french!reader , drama , angst , crack? , a bit suggestive , jake is veryyy mean to reader , lwk asshole!jake ngl , in fact everybody are mean to reader except her friends , reader is a sweetheart , all characters are 20^ yo , swearing , mention of drinking and smoking , strangers to fwb to strangers again to friends to lovers whole paragraph yeah. + ghosting , toxic behaviour , violence , implications of harassment and breaking into someone's room without permission in the past. faceclaim only for picture purposes (ig; @/arangsaa)
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a/n: i have to say i found very funny that y'all were so surprised myungjae was part of the story... he's literally in the description at the beginning of every update, he's BEEN here for a while now 🤣
i honestly have nothing to say rn js i knooooow hnu gg its getting deleted but won't be the last you hear from this bitch (#jail) 😇😇 i'll give closure to all my hnu gg haters dw<3
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 you warm up the cold neurosurgeon. ( or atleast, try to. )
🩺 sunghoon x fem!reader ᰍ neurosurgeon!hoon x pediatric!reader
𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐬𝐭. sunghoon has always been cold and distant. that was his mindset. Try not to form any kind of emotional relationship to anyone, it wont hurt when you loose them. But sunghoon was even cold to his friends, his coworkers. Until one day Jake brought along his friend & coworker.
— ᨳଓ . In which Jungwon takes "age is just a number" a little too seriously and makes it his personal mission to get Jay’s best friend's best friend to like him back, even if she’s made it painfully clear that younger boys have never been, and never will be, her type.
pairing 🪽 younger!jungwon x older!reader
❤︎ genre ─ smau (w/ written), fluff, angst, crack, strangers 2 lovers
content warnings 🍵 reader is 2yrs older than jw, profanity, sexual/suggestive jokes, kys jokes between friends, mentions of smoking drinking vaping you name it, horrible attempt at humor
.ᐟ.ᐟ notes ─ ignore timestamps 🥺 titles are not fixedd, finally going out my comfort zone again after quitting genshin tumblr years ago and just reading, we ball!
STATUS 🍀 on going
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genre: fluff, smut, domestic married life, established relationship, suggestive, nsfw
word count: 0.0k
warnings & content: mdni! 18+ explicit language, suggestive themes, unprotected sex, breeding kink, p in v, oral sex, semi public sex, and more.
summary: this series is based by sabrina carpenter songs wherein jake and female reader married life will revolve in these four songs, (tears, juno, busy woman, & house tour)
now playing: “tears” “juno” “busy woman” & “house tour” by sabrina carpenter
note: hiii guys! i am absolutely obsessed with sabrina carpenter!! her music is literally everything to me, so i just had to make a whole series inspired by her tracks. also, fun fact: i really love ikeuuu <33. hope you guys love reading this series as much as i loved writing it! don't forget to drop a comment or ask to join the taglist! mwamwah!!
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01. Tears
lyrics: “assemble a chair from ikea. i'm like, uh~ i get wet at the thought of you~”
synopsis: you and jake were newlyweds who decided to shop around ikea for your new house. but once you get home and jake starts assembling the chair, watching him be such a responsible husband turns you on so bad. that's exactly why you decide to ride him right then and there on that specific chair…
02. Juno
lyrics: “have you ever tried this one~?”
synopsis: your sex life with jake is amazing, but you're still inexperienced and too timid to initiate. feeling anxious about not being good enough, you secretly look through the kama sutra to learn some new positions visually—finally building up the courage to ask him, “have you ever tried this one?”...
03. Busy Woman
lyrics: “but if you need my love, my clothes are off i'm coming over to your place~”
synopsis: both of you have been completely drowned in work these past few weeks, leaving zero time for romance. that's why you decide to take matters into your own hands, driving over to surprise him at his office late at night despite being a busy woman yourself…
04. House Tour
lyrics: “the couch is really comfy comfy~ got some chips ahoy if you're hungry hungry~”
synopsis: jake is always so busy with his job that he rarely gets to come home. so when he walks through the door early one night, he’s completely stunned to find you baking cookies, the floors waxed nicely just the way he likes them, and a very comfy couch waiting for him…
