imagine eunsang meeting youngdo again after so many years and she's surprised to see that he's like this now â no longer the tricky-scowling-youngdo who keeps on tripping her just to hold her hand. he smiles at her and asks her how she is. in the middle of the conversation, he admits that he did change because of her.
he changed for her.
that's what he truly wanted to say. because after all these years, he's still that youngdo who wants to hold her hand.
pairing:Â s.coups x reader
length:Â 1.2k
genre:Â fluff
summary:Â seungcheol is in the middle of an impromptu live stream when you, unaware, burst into his room and are caught on camera.
You werenât thinking of much when you headed to Seungcheolâs room and burst through the closed door.
His good morning text had been one telling you that you could come over after work and that had been, quite literally, the only thing that had gotten you through the rest of the day. The sole thoughts floating around your mind were of the food youâd brought over and how much you wanted to grab the boy in question so you could eat it together.
âSeungcheol, beloved, light of my life, worldâs best boyfriend, I haveâ what?â
Seungcheol stared at you like a deer in headlights from his position sitting cross legged on his bed. His eyes flickered to the phone he had propped up against a couple of pillows, then to you; confused, you followed his gaze back to the phone. There was a beat of silence, then you slapped your hand over your mouth as your heart dropped very dramatically into your stomach.
âOh no.â
Seungcheol looked like he was somewhere between wanting to swear and wanting to burst out laughing and couldnât quite decide which direction to take.
âOh no,â you repeated, slowly taking several steps backward, even though you werenât visible on screen from this angle. âLive?â He nodded, confirming what you were already certain of. Whatever poor soul was monitoring his live was probably having a complete breakdown; you just groaned. âAh.â Over three years of sneaking around down the drain. Youâd known this day would come eventually - it was inevitable - but you hadnât exactly expected itâd be today when you woke up this morning.
From his spot on the bed, Seungcheol weighed his options. One quick glance at the screen showed comments coming in so fast they were nothing more than a blur. Even if they didnât upload the replay, he knew there would be clips saved and some three hundred and seventy thousand people had just heard the exchange live â there wasnât exactly a way to talk yourselves out of this one. And, honestly, he didnât really want to.
So he looked at you.
He tilted his head in the direction of his phone. Wanna join?
You raised an eyebrow. Is that allowed?
A shrug. I donât care.
A hesitant step forward. I dunno. You sure?
And he opened his arms, a smile finally blossoming over his face. âCâmere.â
You paused for a second longer until he wrinkled up his nose ever-so-slightly and wiggled his shoulders; you caved immediately, plopping down on the edge of his bed, just barely visible at the edge of his phone screen.
âBaaaaabe,â he whined and grabbed your arm, tugging on it until you obliged him and scooted closer; he wrapped his arms around you fully and rested his chin on your shoulder before smiling at his phone.
âSay hi.â
When you finally looked at your images on the screen, you started to pout. âNo fair, you look way better than I do.â
âNo I donât!âÂ
âCheol, I ran over here after my workout, I look like a trainwreck. I accidentally crashed your live and I look like a disaster, this is the worst possible first impression I could make.â
Seungcheol laughed, your favorite giggly âha ha haâ laugh, the one that filled you up and made you feel warm, and he squished his cheek against your shoulder. One hand slipped around to rest against the small of your back, drawing slow, deliberate circles there in reassurance.
âI think youâre the prettiest in the world.â
Thatâs all it took for your face to begin heating up, turning a splotchy red for all four hundred and eighty thousand viewers to see (when did so many more people show up?).Â
âCarats, this is my partner.â There was an unmistakable note of pride in his voice that only made the red spilled over your cheeks darken. You hadnât thought it possible, but the comments looked like they were coming in even faster than before and you went cross eyed trying to catch any words at all.
âWeâve been together forâŚa little over three years?â
You nodded in confirmation. âYep!â You glanced back at the screen for a second. âI know you guys already know this, but heâs the best.â You watched a delightedly smug little smirk appear on his face and rolled your eyes. âBut you have to stop telling him that or his egoâs just gonna explode and heâs gonna be totally insufferable.â
âHey!â He whacked your arm playfully, the smirk replaced with a pout, and this time it was your turn to laugh.
âI'm teasing, you know I love you."
Thatâs all it took for his pout to be replaced with the widest grin and he gave your waist a gentle squeeze. âLove you most.â
âUgh, gross, publicly declaring your love like five minutes after we tell people weâre dating.â
And he was laughing again, his smile so bright it was blinding, crumpling into you as he dissolved into giggles, which only made you laugh with him. There, in his arms, laughing until your sides hurt â that was home.
It took a minute or two for you both to settle down, but Seungcheol began to play with a strand of your hair once he did. âBabe, whatâd you come in for in the first place?â
âAh!â You sat up a little straighter, suddenly remembering the purpose of your mission, and turned your head, lowering your voice so it wasnât picked up on the stream. âI brought your favorite for dinner because Shua told me you havenât eaten yet. He wanted to do a movie night? You wanna?â
He nodded. âMmm. Sounds good.â
You grinned. âIâll go tell Shua and Jeonghan. Take your time!â You slid off the bed, rolling your eyes when Seungcheol grabbed your arm and tugged you back in to leave a quick kiss on your cheek. You stuck your tongue out at him playfully before disappearing into the hallway, pulling his door shut behind you.
Seungcheol waited until he was sure you were out of earshot before he turned his attention back to his phone. âCarats,â he started, his tone carrying just a hint of warning, âbe nice to them.â
The comments hadnât slowed down since you walked in the room, but he caught a lot of heart emojis, âso cute!!âs, and general statements of affirmation.
âThey mean a lot to me, so you have to be nice, okay?â He waited a minute, pushing his hair up and out of his face, only for it to fall right back into place. âI know you will be, but I just wanted to say it anyway. Iâm gonna go eat dinner now. Everyone have a good night, sleep well.â He brought his hand up in front of his face to wave at the camera. âBye bye!â And he ended the live, leaving his phone there, propped up against the pillows, as he ambled off to find you.
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Later that night, he posted one picture on weverse; him smiling at the camera with you pressed up against his shoulder, fast asleep, face obscured by shadows. His fingers hovered over the screen for a second before he edited the post, adding a caption.
Note: Itâs finally here. Wow, the last time I updated this was last May. Time flies so fast. Thank you to everyone who patiently waited for this. I hope this is okay. I donât know if I did a decent job in making their emotions real but let me know please. Thank you! Their whole conversation wasnât really the way I planned it. But it just happened as I was writing it, like it has a mind of its own. I hope it was okay. Iâve been anxious about this ever since I typed the first word. Aaah! So yeah, here you go. I hope I finish the whole PW series before this year ends. Thank you again for reading! Xo
PS. Been listening to a lot of sad songs while I wrote this so I included some songs. But I was listening to Back to You by Alex & Sierra and I got emo. Lol. This is also up on my ffnet!
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Excerpt: âCan I kiss you?â
Her mouth opened in surprise, her eyes widen in shock. Her breath comes in puffs, visible in the winter cold. Sasuke waited patiently, offering a silent prayer to her. He doesnât pray to any god now for he believes there is none. But if Sakura heeds his prayer then maybe there really is one.
Seconds felt like infinity until she firmly answered, âNo.â
Hi, Audrey! Regarding your game, can you please do a High School reunion fic starring Young Do and Eun Sang? Where thy haven't seen each other since high school. Feel free to include other Heirs characters. :)
[Hi, anon! Weâll keep it short and simple because otherwise I will be tempted to start another project I cannot finish.]
Young-do wasnât particularly interested in attending his ten-year reunion, but an excuse to dodge the pressâs attention by retreating for a weekend at a remote and exclusive mountain resort was precisely what he needed. If another reporter shoved a mic in his face and asked how he felt about his fatherâs upcoming release from prison, he was going to have to pay a hefty compensation fee once he was finished.
Neither Rachel nor Myung-soo had comeâboth of them were attending New York Fashion Weekâso Young-do spent the first day ignoring calls from his vice president by going on a hike and finding a quiet little clearing where he could hurl snowballs at tree trunks undisturbed. By the time he returned to the resort hours later, he was overheated and worn out. He caught an elevator up to his suite so he could take a shower and change into something more presentable for the nightâs formal dinner.
He wasnât prepared for the elevator doors to open for Cha Eun-sang.
"Bye, babe. I'll see you later," you said as you let go of his hand and hugged him after he dropped you off right outside your office.
As the daughter of the CEO of the company you work in, you always make sure that you put your best effort into everything. You know how special the company is to your dad, so you treasure it as much as he does. And so, one of your habits had been going to the office early in the morning to get work done immediately.
You walked inside your room after one last wave to your boyfriend, but before you get farther away from him, you felt him hold your hand once more as he was leaning to your door frame.
"Hm?"
"You're forgetting something."
Your brows knitted as confusion hit you.
He lightly tapped his nose twice and let his index finger stay there for a second or two. You couldn't stop the smile forming on your lips as you watched him have that mischievous stare and little smirk while he waited for you. You looked around the hallway to see if employees were already arriving, but thankfully there were still a couple of hours before work begins; hence, the serenity in the building.
You slowly leaned on him to gently kiss the tip of his noseâthanks to your high heels, it was easier for you to reach The Oh Sehun.
"Anything else, sir?" You joked.
"One more spot, baby." Heat rushed up to your cheeks when he started brushing his thumb to his lower lip.
Kissing by the lips wasn't a new thing for the both of you, but there was something in his voice and the way he looked at you that made you blush.
"Stop it, babe." You whined as you moved closer to him and hid your face by his neck. Sehun chuckled as his hands gently held you by the waist while letting you recover from embarassment.
"Why is my girl suddenly shy about kissing? Haven't we done a lot more than that?" With that, you looked up at him and saw him having that annoying playful smile.
"Se!!" You hit his chest and he laughed.
"Kidding, babe." He pulled you closer and kissed you by the forehead.
"I'll pick you up later. Don't overwork youself, ok?"
You hummed as a response. "You too," and he nodded.
Before he gets to leave, you leaned to him one more time, placed both of your hands to his chest, and kissed him on the lips. The kiss was soft and chaste which you held for longer than usual, and you felt Sehun smile to the kiss while his thumbs gently rub your waist.
You finally let go and smiled at him. Without breaking the distance and removing both of your hands on each other, he gave you a peck. And another one. And one last more, making you giggle.
This kind of moments never fails to warm your heart. It is in these moments that you further realize how you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Sehun.
"I got to go now, baby. Or else I would think of skipping my schedule and just take you back home with me," you both laughed.
"Drive safely. Text me when you arrive."
"I will," he smiled and gave you a peck one last time before cutely jogging away.
But before he got to a distance, he looked back at you, "Babe."
"Hm? Am I still forgetting something?"
"Not really, I just wanna remind you again not to overwork yourself because I'll claim something more than a kiss later tonight," he said with a wink, leaving you a blushing mess once again.
HELLO!! Finally freed myself from writer's block I guess? I was supposed to sleep early tonight but I saw these photos and BAM! I'm just so happy the photoshoot behind came out because I've been missing Sehun so much. *cries*
Summary: Vogue Korea lands an exclusive interview with CEO Jung Jaehyun of tech company The Link and his lovely wife, the ever-welcoming Mrs. Jung. Join us as we get to know the couple dubbed as Seoulâs Sweethearts and swoon over the lovely and glowing couple.
Pairing: NCT ceo!Jaehyun x female reader
Warnings: None
Genre: Fluff, fluff, and fluff. Back to my brand.
Word count: 2,719
A/N: Obviously this was inspired by *checks notes* the overwhelming amount of Jaehyun content. Czennies and Vals, we are blessed. This was supposed to be a 20 questions with Vogue kind of thing, similar to the behind the scenes of Jaehyunâs Vogue Korea x Prada shoot, but I opted for an interview format, with third person POV. Hope you all like it! Enjoy reading! Listen to this while reading:
personal copyright Š anya-writes-stuff 2022 please do not repost, translate, or claim my work as your own. thank you
Jaehyun has the fondest look on his face as he watches his wife prepare breakfast. At seven months into the pregnancy, a perfectly healthy and highly anticipated one at that, heâs arguably the happiest man alive. His tech company, The Link is doing well; another fundraiser is in the works which will most likely happen after his wife gives birth, and more and more partners and investors are expressing interest in the company. All in all, the couple are all set and eagerly waiting to meet their bundle of joy.
Vogue Korea has the exclusive opportunity for an interview after the CEO achieved getting into the 30 under 30 Most Successful CEOâs listing in our New York issue and in Forbes. Read on to find out more about CEO Jung and his âlove, light, and homeâ, the one and only Mrs. Jung. Did we swoon at the happy couple? (Yes, yes, we did.)
â genre: ceo/single dad!jaehyun, secretary!reader, friends to lovers!au, fluff
â summary: they say itâs lonely at the top, especially for jung jaehyun, owner and founder of jung industries. as a single dad who just wants to be the best father to his daughter, he realizes that his life is a little sweeter when youâre by his side.
â warnings: none
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The aroma from the steam billowing out of your cup of coffee is enchanting as you rapidly type on your computer. Displayed on the screen is your bossâs schedule for the upcoming week, and if you had any way of describing it, it is nothing less than hectic, filled with meetings, brunches, charity fundraisers, and public interviews.
You almost jump in your seat when you see Jaehyun standing beside you, having left his office which is placed behind your desk.
Jung Jaehyun is your boss, the owner and chief executive officer of Jung Industries, but you also consider him a friend as well. Despite being at the top of the corporate food pyramid, he treats you like an equal and trusts you; when he left his former company Neo City Tech, where you were also his secretary, to start Jung Industries, he asked you if you would like to move with him, in which you happily agreed. Something told you he was going to be big someday. And looking at his schedule, at how nice his corner office looks, at the financial reports, and at what people say about him in their publications, your instinct was right. Moving your gaze away from your computer screen, you look up at him.
âHow can I help you?â You ask.Â
He holds up his phone. âMrs. Kim called my cell. She canât look after Yeona today due to personal reasons,â he says. Mrs. Kim, the babysitter. She is usually the image of reliability, which is what got her hired to herald Yeona from school and watch her until her father got home from work. Today was the first day she canceled since she was hired two years ago.
âCan you call another babysitter?â Your boss asks.
âJaehyun,â you say looking at your watch. âYeonaâs school lets out in forty-five minutes. Thereâs no way I can arrange for any other babysitter to come now.âÂ
Surprise paints Jaehyunâs expression when he looks at his watch as well. âYouâre right,â he says, sighing. He blows raspberries, running a hand through his hair. He shakes his head. âThen it seems that Iâll have to take care of Yeona tonight. I think youâll have to cancel whatever else I have today.â
Your eyes widen. âBut that meeting with Huang Shipping Co.!â You say. âThe Huangs are notoriously busy, I had to fight tooth and nail to get this meeting,â you say drolly.Â
âThen what do you suggest?â He asks.Â
âUm,â you say, tapping your fingers against your desk. Youâve had many problems, especially problems that appear last minute in your line of work, but this was certainly out of your wheelhouse. But eventually, your eyes light up with an idea.Â
âWhy donât I watch Yeona?â You ask.Â
Jaehyun raises an eyebrow. âAre you sure?â He asks. âThatâs not exactly a part of your job description.âÂ
âWell,â you shrug your shoulders. âMy job description is to make your life easier. Watching Yeona today will give you peace of mind so that youâre focused,â you say.Â
Jaehyun still looks a little wary of this idea.Â
âBesides,â you continue. âWhat other choice do we have? If I start driving now then I can pick her up from school on time.â Â
âAlright,â he says finally.Â
âYour schedule for the rest of today and tomorrow is already printed out and is here,â you point to a collection of papers stacked on your desk. âDo you think youâll need me for the rest of the day? My phone will be on.â You add at the end.Â
âNo. I think I can manage.â He says. âI think thatâs because I have the best secretary in the world.â You smile at the flattery. Jaehyun inhales deeply. âBut in all seriousness, thank you for doing this Y/N.âÂ
âIâm just doing my job.â You smile.
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The last time you babysat was in high school. Considering your years of corporate experience along with attending college, that was a long time ago. And you used to babysit for the neighborhood kids who knew and respected you pretty well. Youâve never actually met Yeona before, only seeing a photo of her and Jaehyun together on his desk when you would hand him his schedules. You couldnât believe it, but you were actually scared of meeting a six-year-old. Six-year-olds can either be one of two ways: adorable and cuddly or rowdy and not listening to anything you say.Â
The one word you could use to describe Yeonaâs school was grand. Of course Yeona would be going to a very nice private school given her fatherâs status as CEO of Jung Industries. She would be surrounded by others who are like her, whose parents have equally important jobs. The children of doctors, lawyers, judges, and all the like would be attending this school.Â
Taking a deep breath, you enter the building. As your shoes meet the marbled floors, they make an echoing sound that makes you feel⌠sort of small. Your elementary school did not look like this. Heading to the main office of the school, you knock on the door, and a woman waves for you to come in.Â
You show her your ID and a note from Jaehyun himself that would allow you to pick up his daughter from school today, and the administration seems satisfied enough with this. Since you recognize how Yeona looks from all the times youâve been behind Jaehyunâs desk, youâre able to spot her in the waiting room, most likely waiting for Mrs. Kim.Â
âHi Yeona,â you say in a friendly tone, in your best voice suited for talking to a child.
The girl looks at you in question. âWho are you? Whereâs Mrs. Kim?â She asks, her words strung together quickly.Â
âIâm Y/N, and I work for your daddy. Mrs. Kim had to cancel today, so Iâll be babysitting you.âÂ
Yeona stares for a few moments at you, her grip on the handle of her lunch box tightening. The explanation seems to make sense to her after she processed it, so she smiles.Â
âOkay. When we get home, can I show you my dolls?âÂ
âAbsolutely,â you say, smiling.Â
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Your worries about what type of six-year-old you were going to deal with were unfounded; Yeona turned out to be the adorable and cuddly type. Once you got home together, she practically dragged you into the playroom that was filled with all sorts of dolls and toys. If you thought the school was grand, so was the Jungsâ residence. Your little apartment downtown could fit into this penthouse at least three times.Â
After entertaining you with her dolls and toys, Yeona showed you her legos, and you put some together to make a lego castle. Eventually, she got hungry, so you grabbed something from the pantry, and you both watched her favorite TV shows together. Yeona would narrate what was going on, describing the characters in her own words, which ones were âgood,â which ones were âmean.â You listened carefully, enjoying the ecstatic look on her face and asking further questions to keep her engaged.Â
As the sun sank lower in the sky, so did Yeonaâs energy, and she fell asleep on the couch around thirty minutes before Jaehyun came back home.
âWhereâs Yeona,â he asks, briefcase in hand once he enters his home to meet you near the elevator.Â
âSleeping on the couch.â Leading him to the spot, Jaehyun bends down, hoisting his daughter up, and Yeonaâs head finds its place in the crook of Jaehyunâs neck.Â
âDaddy?â She asks drowsily. She brings her little arms to wrap around Jaehyunâs manly frame.
âYeah?â Jaehyun responds in a soft voice.Â
âCan you read me a bedtime story?âÂ
Jaehyun smiles, pressing a kiss on the crown of her head.Â
âOf course I can. Letâs start off where we left off last night.âÂ
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You come to work again the next day, and you already find a cup of coffee sitting on your desk. You smile. It was in one of those cups with a large plastic dome on the top, filled with whipped cream and chocked-full of sugar.Â
You turn around and look into Jaehyunâs office surrounded by glass doors. Heâs looking at you too, a ninety-watt grin starting to emerge on his face as you sip your drink.Â
Walking in, you point at the drink.Â
âWas this your doing?â You ask, your lips forming a small smile.Â
âMaybe,â he says, shrugging his shoulders with mock nonchalance. You continue to stare at him, with your brow raised.
âAlright,â Jaehyun sighs. âSo it was me.â He shrugs his shoulders, sighing. âI donât understand why you like those coffees with skim milk when thereâs sugar and whipped cream anyway.â
âHey,â you say, cocking your head. âIâm able to have whipped cream and sugar because thereâs skim milk.â You make sure to emphasize the âbecause.â
Jaehyun only snorts, but slowly, his expression becomes more serious.Â
âI wanted to thank you for being with Yeona yesterday.âÂ
You chuckle. âJaehyun, youâve thanked me a million times. I told you that itâs my job to help you. Like right now, for instance,â You step closer, placing your hands on his tie, which was crooked. Yesterday was a long day for Jaehyun, so you arenât so surprised that his tie looked off. He lifts his chin up as he lets you fix his tie.Â
âThanks,â he says, the light in his eye dancing.
Grinning, you put a hand to your hip. âWe canât have your tie looking bad when you have important clients to take care of today.âÂ
âYou went above and beyond,â he says, âwith Yeona I mean. And she really likes you. More than she likes dolls.â You both laugh.Â
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This year, Jung Industries wanted to start its first take-your-kid-to-work day. Itâs considered a field trip for children, and the whole point would be to give the youth a glimpse of the workplace and its culture. The only requirements for a parent would be that their child or children had to be of school age (this wasnât daycare) and they had to be well-behaved.Â
As expected, the office today is swarming with children; those who are in elementary and middle school are adorned in little suits and dresses as they follow their parents around and listen with wide and star-struck eyes to what their parents do all day, from listening in on phone calls to watching their parents participate or conduct meetings. The teenagers, though, were in more casual clothes, most likely of the sentiment that this is a free day off of school.Â
âDaddy, your job is so cool! You get to tell people what to do and they listen!â You hear a few footsteps away. Prying your eyes away from your desktop, you see Yeona, dressed in a striped frock as she stands with her father, looking at him with amazed eyes.Â
Jaehyun leans down, getting on face level with her. Ever the doting dad he is, he smiles, putting a hand to her cheek.
âThatâs only just the beginning. Being the boss has a lot of other jobs too.â Yeona only continues to stare, excitement in her eyes.Â
âSir?â You see two other guys stand by Jaehyun and Yeona. They both look young and seem nervous; from the looks of it, this is probably their first time dealing with the CEO himself. When Jaehyun turns his attention to them from where heâs kneeling, one of them clears his throat.Â
âSir, we need your urgent attention at marketing. Alone,â he adds.Â
âAlright,â Jaehyun sighs. âSweetie,â he turns his attention to Yeona. âWhy donât you go and see Y/N right now?â Yeonaâs gaze shifts to you sitting at your desk, and she smiles, running to you.Â
âY/N!â She says. Jaehyun and the two other guys walk off into a hallway.Â
âHi Yeona,â you reply.Â
âI miss you,â she pouts. âAre you going to come over to babysit again? I had a lot of fun with you when you last came.âÂ
You click your tongue. âItâs been pretty hectic at the office recently, so I havenât been able to come. Iâll try to find time for you in the future.â She nods slowly. âHow has your day been?â You continue.
âItâs been great!â She says with a big smile on her face. âDaddy took me to a meeting and he looked so cool talking to everyone!â Her excitement is contagious because now you feel a little happier just looking at her happiness.Â
âIâm glad itâs going great,â you say.Â
âI showed Daddy my report card yesterday, and he says that Iâm going to be something big like him one day!â She chirps with joy.Â
âI agree,â you say. âYouâre growing up fast.âÂ
Yeona nods surely. âYeah. I am. Iâm almost seven.â She straightens her back when she says this, making herself seem as âgrown-upâ as possible.Â
âWow,â you say with awe. âWhen are you gonna be seven?âÂ
âTwo weeks,â she replies. âIâm a big girl,â she states proudly. âWhen I went shopping with Daddy for a new dress to wear today, I told him that polka-dots are babyish, so he got me stripes.â Yeona twirls around, showing off her new dress.Â
âI think you look like a big girl,â you say.Â
âBig girls drink coffee, donât they?â She asks. Her eyes wander to your mug sitting at your table, a curious look on her face.
âThey do,â you say smiling, knowing what sheâs going to ask next.Â
âCan I try it?â She asks.Â
âI drank most of it. Letâs get you some fresh coffee,â you say, extending your hand so that you donât lose her among the teenagers and adults grabbing a sip of coffee before heading back to work.
Yeona cheers, grabbing your hand. âI want it just like Daddy has it.âÂ
Following you out from your desk into the break room, you both stand in front of the coffee machine, where you turn it on, grabbing a disposable cup and watching the coffee drain from the machine into the cup. You only take a very small quantity; you donât want Yeona to be wired for the rest of the day. Jaehyun only has his coffee black with a little sugar, so you mimic what you make for him, being sure that the concoction in the disposable cup is proportionate to what you usually make for Jaehyun.
âMake sure you blow on it more so you donât burn your tongue.â Yeona nods, blowing on her coffee a few more times before taking a sip. She grimaces.Â
âYuck!â She whines. âThatâs gross.â She puts the cup on the counter, sticking her tongue out with disgust. You go into the fridge where there is some water, and she drinks it willingly.Â
âHow does Daddy even drink that every morning?â She asks.
âAs you get older, youâll like the taste.âÂ
âIâll never like it!â She exclaims.
You laugh. You probably shouldnât hang around in the break room for too long since you still have a lot of work to complete today, so you grab Yeona a snack from a cupboard before migrating back to your desk. You grab another chair for Yeona and sit down by your desk while you type vigorously.
Munching on her food while silence hangs between both of you, Yeona looks at your computer screen curiously.Â
âWhat do you do for my Daddy?â She asks.Â
âWell,â you start off, âI arrange what he does for the week, answer phone calls for him, make reports, and organize meetings,â you say.Â
âThat sounds like a lot,â she says.Â
âYeah, it is,â you say.Â
âDo you ever get to relax?â She asks.Â
âSometimes.â Silence ensues between the two of you. Yeona takes her index finger and places it on her chin thoughtfully. You watch from the corner of your eyes when you stop typing, picking up the phone on the desk.Â
âJung Jaehyunâs office, how may I help you.â As you grab the details of the caller and respond back (Forbes, who wants to interview Jaehyun as one of the youngest CEOs to be on the top 50), you notice a big smile appearing on Yeonaâs face.
Putting down the phone, Yeona starts talking again.Â
âYou should come to my birthday party,â she says, thrilled. âThereâs going to be cake and ice cream and ponies and princesses. Daddy is hosting it, and itâs going to be lots of fun.â The look on her face is bright as she waits for your response.Â
Her excitement is childish and endearing, warming your heart. What else could you say?
âOf course Iâll come,â you respond, grinning.Â
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Despite Jaehyunâs multiple assurances that he wouldnât fire you if you really didnât want to come to his daughterâs birthday party or had some other weekend plans, you only brushed him off. He would probably need you around as emotional support anyway; a few hours of boisterous six to seven-year-old girls would probably take a toll on anyone.
So you come to the venue for Yeonaâs birthday party, stepping out and locking your car. Itâs a very large private park with lush green grass and beautiful flowers that felt like they could go on forever. As the timid rays of the sun kiss your skin, you can hear children shrieking in excitement as they go inside the bouncy house, jumping energetically.Â
Thereâs a sunshade standing at a corner of the park and a table under it where there are presents stacked high, and you add your gift as well. Most of the girls attending Yeonaâs birthday party are far richer than you can ever imagine being, so your gift, just a cute princess doll you found at the mall the other day, probably seems small compared to what everyone else brought for Yeona.
âYou didnât have to bring a gift. Trust me, Yeona already has enough toys,â a voice says from behind. In an instant you know itâs Jaehyun, so you turn around. Heâs dressed casually, just in some jeans and a t-shirt, and he has a hand on his hips.Â
âI know but,â you shrug your shoulders. âIt feels strange coming to a party without a present.â You smile.Â
âYouâre finally here!â Yeona says. Dressed in a blue frock, she runs to you, wrapping her little arms around you for a hug.Â
âDid you really think I was going to miss this?â Delightedly, Yeona pulls away, grabbing your arm and dragging you to where the other girls are playing in the bouncy house.Â
âEveryone,â she says. Their attention turns to Yeona, the birthday girl. âThis is Y/N. Sheâs really fun,â she says proudly.
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Jaehyun really outdid himself with this party. There was ice cream, cake, carnival games, princessesâŚÂ
And ponies.Â
When Jaehyun announced that the ponies were here, all the girls practically sprung from their seats like jack-in-the-boxes, running to the eight instructors handling the ponies. As soon as all the girls are settled down, either riding a pony or waiting for an instructor to assign one, you and Jaehyun stand together, watching.Â
âLook, Daddy, Iâm doing it!â Yeona yells from her horse as an instructor keeps pace with her.Â
âGood job!â Jaehyun responds back loudly, a big grin on his face.Â
âYou seriously have the softest spot for Yeona,â you chuckle, crossing your arms as you look from the girls talking with excitement to Jaehyun.Â
âI do.â He says in agreement. Jung Jaehyun, the man who is able to prioritize his family and work, the same man who wears the bracelet his daughter made in art class last year, the same man that asks you to schedule meetings and events around Yeonaâs dance recitals.Â
In your gaze is a bit of admirationâŚ
Maybe even a bit of adoration.Â
âHey!â You and Jaehyunâs heads move in unity to identify the source of the voice. Itâs one of the instructors jogging up to you. He smiles at you both before he starts speaking.Â
âWe have a couple of extra ponies here. Do any of you want to take a spin?â He asks.Â
âIâm good,â you respond. âI prefer watching.â After noting your answer, the instructor looks at Jaehyun curiously.Â
âSure, why not?â He replies. You quirk an eyebrow at this response.Â
âGood. Iâll set up the pony and bring it to you?â He asks. Jaehyun nods.Â
As the boy runs back to where the extra ponies are, you stare at Jaehyun curiously. He seems to be entertained by your look. Â
âI used to ride in high school. I was a part of the equestrian team.â
From the time that you know Jung Jaehyun, you didnât know about this. All you knew was that he was relatively wealthy growing up, taking a huge grant from his parents to start Jung Industries.Â
Jaehyun is amused by your surprise. âDid you think that I always just sat in a room full of other rich people all day?âÂ
You raise a brow. âThatâs pretty much what I organize for you.â At your sarcasm, Jaehyun snorts a little.Â
By now, the guy is back, holding a pony by the rein.Â
âNeed any help?â He asks.Â
âNo, I think Iâll be fine.â The guy acknowledges, running back to check on the girls.
You watch Jaehyun as he puts a foot in the foothold, gripping the rein of the pony as he leaps on. Watching you at ground level, Jaehyun smiles.Â
âDo you want to get on?â He asks. You look a little nervous. âCome on, just try it! Itâll be fun!â Jaehyun continues in an attempt to convince you.Â
Sighing, you look up at him. âFine. But you better not kill me.âÂ
âIâll be extra careful.â Holding out his hand, you take it, placing your foot on the foothold. You look hesitant.
âJust spring up and get on,â he says in a calming voice, further instructing you. Doing as he says, you swing your other foot around the horse.  Â
âThere you go,â he says. âNow, hold onto me tight.â Shaking the reins, the pony starts. You gasp at the sudden movement, holding onto Jaehyun for your dear life. Your nose burrowed into his back, you think he smells kind of nice.Â
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After opening all of Yeonaâs gifts, it was time for everyone to go home. This four-hour birthday bash was finally over, leaving you and Jaehyun very exhausted. As the hired help loads Yeonaâs presents into the car, you and Yeona stand in the park, where the setting sun dips in the sky.Â
Yeona smiles at you. âThank you for coming Y/N,â she says.Â
âNo problem. I had a great time.â As odd as it sounds, you think you had more fun at this party than you expected.Â
âSweetie, why donât you get in the car?â Jaehyun asks after talking with the help.Â
âOkay.â Yeona waves at you before heading into the Porsche, in the backseat. Now, itâs just you and Jaehyun together.Â
âWe should do this again sometime,â Jaehyun starts off.Â
âYeah. I had a lot of fun, surprisingly,â you say.Â
Silence ensues between you both. Out of curiosity, you turn your head to look at Jaehyun standing by your side, thinking deeply about something.
âWhat could you be thinking that deeply about on a Saturday?â You ask jokingly. He looks at you, his previous expression wiped off.
âJust thinking about a nice restaurant to take you some time.âÂ
âBy ourselves?â You ask a little dumbly. He nods.Â
You gape. âJung Jaehyun, are you asking me out on a date?âÂ
âYeah,â he smiles. âIâve been thinking about it for a while. Ever since Iâve seen how great youâre with YeonaâŚâ He trails, a little smile on his face. âMaybe next Saturday?â He continues.Â
You gaze at Jaehyun with a little smile on your face. âI think I would like that.âÂ
Jaehyun carefully watches you from the doorway of your 6-month old daughterâs nursery. You were carefully rocking her in your arms, humming a song that you used to sing to Jaehyun when he would have trouble going to sleep. When your daughter woke up in tears a few minutes ago, Jaehyun began to blindly shuffle out of bed until you pushed his tired frame into the mess of blankets and kissed his hair, a small âItâs okay, Jae. I got it.â leaving your lips. Jaehyun had an indescribable urge to peacefully fall back into the pillows and pass out, but something about your tired smile made Jaehyun venture out of bed and to the nursery. He was glad he did.
Once you caught sight of him, Jaehyun carefully walked closer to peer at his daughter. Resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist in a back hug, you both silently admired her as she went back to sleep. He thought it was amazing how you could just pick her up and she would suddenly stop her fussing and crying. At first, he truly thought you possess magical hands, but he knew it was because your daughter had you wrapped around her little finger, the same way you had Jaehyun wrapped around yours. You would do anything for her; even running on little sleep, you could still hold love in your eyes as you keep humming your quiet song. Jaehyunâs heart filled more and more with love as he watched on.
âSit down, baby.â You mumbled as to not wake up the little angel in your arms. Jaehyun found comfort in the lazyboy in the corner of the room and you carefully handed over your daughter. She continued to sleep, a pacifier in her mouth and her little eyelashes fluttering; a mess of strangely thick tufts of hair on top of her head, which is not far from how you and Jaehyun look like right now as well.
Jaehyun held her to his chest with all the gentle strength he could muster, his soft heartbeat lulling her into a deeper sleep and Jaehyun suddenly felt tears prickle at his tired eyes. Maybe it was because he hadnât gotten more than 4 hours of sleep every night since your daughter came into this world, or maybe it was because he still couldnât believe he had a daughter as perfect as the one in his arms right now. He looked up at you, and your shoulders fell in a sigh as you sat down on the floor next to Jaehyunâs legs.
âYou should go back to bed, honey. I can take care of her from here.â Jaehyun whispered but you shook your head.
âNo way am I missing this.â You sleepily replied and kept watching the scene in front of you. âCan you⌠sing to her?â You asked after a minute. Jaehyun leaned his head back against the chair and started singing a lullaby, he had a feeling you werenât asking him to sing for your daughter, but instead for you. You proved his assumption when you closed your eyes and leaned your head against Jaehyunâs thigh. Soon, your head completely relaxed and soft breathing left your chest.
Jaehyun continued to stay awake in the comfy chair of your daughterâs nursery, with the owners of his heart in his arms and resting against his side. He quietly thanked whatever divinity allowed him the pleasure of having everything heâs ever wanted.
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