✩ ⋅ pairing. myung jaehyun x gn!reader
✩ ⋅ genre. fluff, headcanons
✩ ⋅ warnings. petnames (babe, baby, my love)
✩ ⋅ wc. 1k-ish
✩ ⋅ riwoo version | woonhak version | sungho version | taesan version | leehan's version
BOYFRIEND JAEHYUN WHO WOULD ... text you a paragraph knowing you're asleep.
Jaehyun knows you’ve had a long day. You mentioned earlier that you were exhausted. By the time you got home, you had only sent a short message before disappearing.
going to sleep early today i'll talk to you tomorrow! i love you, goodnighttt ❤️
He stares at his phone, debating. He could just say goodnight and leave it at that. But he wants you to wake up with a surprise tomorrow so instead, he starts typing.
jaehyunnie❤️: I know you’re asleep right now, but that’s okay. you’ll see this when you wake up.
anyway, I just wanted to say that I hope you sleep well. you work so hard all the time, and I know you probably dont give yourself enough credit for it, but I’m really, really proud of you! I hope you know that I'll always support you and love you no matter what!
ps: I hope you dream about me 😆 in a cool way tho... unless it’s funny, then that’s fine too
goodnight baby. see you tomorrow!
Satisfied, he sets his phone down and stretches, grinning to himself. He knows it'll make you smile first thing when you wake up, which makes typing paragraphs more than worth it for him.
BOYFRIEND JAEHYUN WHO WOULD ... randomly grab your hand and swing it while walking.
Walking around with Jaehyun is never just walking.
One minute, you're having a normal conversation about weekend plans, and the next, Jaehyun suddenly grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.
Then he starts swinging your joined hands back and forth dramatically. You're getting pulled back and forth by the force of it.
You give him a side-eye. "What are you doing?"
"Enhancing the walking experience," he replies, completely serious. To prove his point, he swings your hands even higher, so high it almost feels like he’s about to lift your arm over your head.
You try to fight back a smile. "Jaehyun."
"Yes, my love?" He glances at you with that lopsided grin.
"You're so weird."
"And yet," he smirks, tightening his grip on your hand, "you’re still holding my hand."
You roll your eyes, but he's right. You let him keep swinging your hands like an overexcited child, his energy contagious.
After a few more exaggerated swings, Jaehyun suddenly stops and tugs you closer, turning to face you.
"You know," he begins, tilting his head, "if we start skipping, we’d probably get there faster."
BOYFRIEND JAEHYUN WHO WOULD ... wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder.
You’re standing at the counter, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone while waiting for the kettle to finish boiling.
The apartment is quiet, only the sound of your phone and the water boiling can be heard.
Then, without warning, a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.
You barely have a second to react before Jaehyun leans in, resting his chin on your shoulder.
He lets out a content sigh, swaying the both of you slightly.
“You’re warm." he murmurs, voice still a little raspy from his nap as he looks at your phone.
You don’t pull away, instead, you shift your weight slightly so he can hold you closer.
Jaehyun just hums in response, his grip tightening for a second before he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.
“You smell nice.”
You laugh, opening the camera app to see your boyfriends face. His hair messy, eyes barely open as he continues to nuzzle against your shoulder and neck.
There’s no stopping the smile creeping onto your face as you press the record button.
Jaehyun doesn’t see it, but he knows what you're doing. He doesn't care though, continuing to cherish the moment between the two of you.
BOYFRIEND JAEHYUN WHO WOULD ... hold your face between his hands and squish your cheeks when you’re upset.
You're sitting on the couch, arms crossed, staring at the wall like it personally offended you. Jaehyun, who has been watching you sulk for the past five minutes, decides he’s had enough.
Without a word, he sits down next to you and turns to face you fully. Before you can react, his thumbs press in your cheeks just enough to make your lips pout.
“Okay,” he says, tilting his head with a serious expression. “Talk to me, Miss grumpy.”
You try to glare at him, but with his hands squeezing your cheeks, it probably just looks ridiculous. “Jae-”
“Nope.” He shakes his head, “No talking unless it’s about what’s bothering you. Otherwise, I’ll just keep doing this.” He gives your squished cheeks another squeeze, a look of amusement on his face.
“Jaehyun,” you grumble, voice weird because of the way he's pinching your cheeks.
“Mm-hmm?” he grins. You exhale sharply through your nose before muttering, “I just had a really annoying day.”
Jaehyun immediately softens. His hands loosen and plop down onto his lap as he studies you. “Yeah?”
You nod. “Just tired. And people are stupid.”
He snorts. “That's true, but you’re still the cutest, even when you’re mad. I can't help it. You’re too adorable when you pout.”
You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”
Jaehyun leans back, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in. “Ridiculously in love with you,” he corrects, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.
“Do you want snacks or are we just gonna sit here and let me hold you until you forget why you were mad?”
You exhale, sinking into his embrace. "Both.”
“Good choice.”
BOYFRIEND JAEHYUN WHO WOULD ... be the first to hype you up over anything.
Jaehyun is your biggest fan, your number one supporter.
You step out of your room, smoothing down your outfit, feeling okay about it, not entirely sure.
It’s one of those days where you’re second-guessing your choices, wondering if you should just change into something else.
Jaehyun, who had been laying on the couch with his phone, looks up the moment he hears your footsteps.
His eyes widen and he dramatically tosses his phone onto the cushion beside him and sits up straight.
"Babe!" he exclaims, as he stands up so fast he nearly trips over his own feet.
“Is my outfit okay?” you ask, confused by his shocked reaction.
“It's more than okay, what do you mean?” he replies, slightly offended. “You didn’t tell me you were going to look this beautiful!”
You snort. “Jaehyun-”
“No, no, no. You don’t understand.” he shushes you, running a hand through his hair.
You shake your head, laughing. “It’s literally just a sweater and jeans.”
“Oh, so we’re being humble today?” He steps closer, adjusting the hem of your sweater like a stylist on set. Then he steps back, taking the whole look in again.
“I’m so lucky.”
By now, you’re covering your face, torn between laughing and groaning. “Let's head out, Jaehyun.”
pillow fights ending in the two laying down on the floor in exhaustion, staring at each other with nothing but admiration, a classic: falling asleep to their lover’s heartbeat as they’re lying against their chest, lying down while one plays with the other’s hair
✩ ⋅ pairing. myung jaehyun x gn!reader
✩ ⋅ genre. fluff, established rs
✩ ⋅ warnings. reader has long hair
✩ ⋅ wc. 755
“Truce,” you say, already breathless, holding the pillow up in surrender. Your knees sink into the carpet as you try to dodge Jaehyun’s final swing.
“Too late,” he smirks, launching himself forward with the pillow.
“You’re the worst,” you manage between giggles, tossing your own pillow at him. It bounces off his shoulder and lands harmlessly on the floor.
You fall backward onto the floor, arms splayed, chest rising and falling. “I’m not built for battle.”
Jaehyun drops beside you with a grunt, laying on his back, mimicking your position. “That didn’t stop you from nearly killing me earlier.” He complains, hitting you softly with his pillow.
“That was an accident,” you protest, grinning as you glance at him.
“I’m sure it was.”
The living room is a soft mess of pillows and blankets now. The late afternoon light makes everything feel golden.
His chest is still rising quickly from all the movement, and so is yours.
You tilt your head toward him. “You know what I was thinking during that pillow fight?”
Jaehyun hums, turning his head to meet your eyes. “That you should’ve picked a bigger pillow?”
You roll your eyes. “That you look ridiculous when you get competitive.”
“Me?!” He exclaims, slightly offended, before bursting out in laughter, the memory of him just a few minutes ago coming back to him.
You burst into laughter, and he laughs with you. After a moment, he shifts onto his side, propping his head on his hand.
“Still. I missed this.”
Your smile softens. “Missed what?”
“This,” he gestures vaguely, “Us being dumb.”
The room feels heavier for a moment, but in a comforting way. You nod, eyes locked on his.
“I missed it too.”
Time seems to slow whenever you’re with Jaehyun.
You think about how you could live in moments like this forever. WIth your boyfriend, no plan, just being together.
Without thinking, you reach out and gently ruffle his hair. His expression twitches in surprise, then melts.
“You really like to treat me as your dog.” he murmurs.
“It’s because you look like one.”
He scoffs but doesn’t pull away. If anything, he leans into your touch a little, eyes fluttering half-closed. Encouraged, you let your fingers trace along the strands, untangling and fluffing his hair.
“You’re gonna fall asleep if I keep doing this,” you say softly.
“I’m already halfway there,” he replies, his voice lower, slower now.
He shifts again, closer, until your head finds its way onto his chest. His arm wraps around your shoulders automatically, as if he’s done this a thousand times.
The rise and fall of his breathing becomes your rhythm. His heart beats steady beneath your ear, and for a long while, that’s the only sound you focus on.
“Your heart,” you whisper.
Jaehyun hums.
“It’s beating really fast.”
“Yeah. You’re lying on me,” he says, not teasing, just honest.
You smile into his shirt. “Does it make you nervous?”
His fingers are trailing along your upper arm now. “I’m not nervous.”
You close your eyes and focus on the warmth of his body, the weight of his arm and the sound of his breath. Slowly, delicately, one of his hands moves up and starts combing through your hair. You melt even further into him.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
You nod against him. “Feels nice.”
“You have very distracting hair,” he murmurs. “It’s so soft.”
You smile again, and for a while, neither of you speaks. He continues to run his fingers through your hair slowly.
You don’t know how much time passes. It could be minutes or hours.
Eventually, you tilt your face up to look at him.
He’s already watching you with that look you’ve come to know so well. He’s admiring you.
“You’re staring,” you whisper.
“So are you.”
You rest your cheek fully on his chest again, hiding your smile. “It’s different. You’re unfairly good-looking.”
“You say that like it’s my fault.”
“It is.”
He laughs and leans his head back against the carpet.
“You know,” he says quietly, “I think if this was the rest of my life. I wouldn’t complain.”
“Me neither.”
His hand stills in your hair. You glance up again. Jaehyun’s eyes are closed now.
You press a soft kiss to his chest, right where his heart beats beneath the fabric, and feel it flutter.
“Goodnight, Jaehyun,” you murmur.
Even half-asleep, he answers.
“Night, love.”
And just like that, the two of you fall asleep peacefully. As if this is where you were meant to be.
