Falling For You
DoYeong X YN , JaeJun x YN
The air between Ha Do-yeong and Jeon Jae-jun was suffocating.Y/N could feel it.
“Ye-sol is my daughter,” Jae-jun growled, fists clenching at his sides. “You’ve been playing house with her for years, but we both know she’s mine.”
Do-yeong’s expression was blank, but Y/N could see the storm raging in his eyes. “And yet, she runs from you every time she sees you,” he replied smoothly. “She chooses me.”
Jae-jun’s jaw tensed, and his gaze flickered toward Y/N. “You understand, don’t you?” His voice softened when he spoke to her, like she was something precious. “Ye-sol should be with me. And so should you.”
Y/N’s breath caught. She knew Jae-jun had feelings for her, had noticed the way his eyes lingered on her longer than necessary. But she never acknowledged it—not when her heart had already made its choice.
Do-yeong stepped closer, shielding her from Jae-jun’s gaze. “Don’t bring her into this.” His voice was dangerously low. “She’s not yours to claim.”
Jae-jun let out a bitter laugh. “Oh? And she’s yours?”
The last thread of control snapped.Jae-jun threw the first punch. Do-yeong barely dodged before retaliating, shoving him back against a parked car. It was violent, ugly—years of resentment and unspoken anger exploding all at once.
“Stop it!” Y/N cried, stepping between them just as Jae-jun swung again.
She barely registered the impact before pain shot through her shoulder, knocking her off balance. The world tilted as she stumbled, her ankle twisting beneath her.
“Y/N!” Do-yeong was at her side instantly, his arms catching her before she hit the ground. His hands, usually steady, were shaking as they held her, as if the thought of her in pain was unbearable.
Jae-jun’s eyes widened. “Shit. I—Y/N, I didn’t mean—” Then, as if realizing something, his gaze darkened with resolve. “Come with me.”
Jae-jun tries to take Y/N. Before she could react, Jae-jun reached for her.
His grip was firm but not forceful—desperate, almost. “I’ll take care of you. You don’t need to stay here with him.”
Y/N tried to pull away, but her ankle gave out, and a sharp hiss of pain left her lips.That was all it took for Do-yeong to snap. He grabbed Jae-jun’s wrist, his grip like iron.
“Don’t. Touch. Her.”
Jae-jun sneered, yanking his arm away. “She doesn’t belong to you.”
Do-yeong’s entire body was tense, his rage barely contained. “She’s not some object you can claim.”
Ignoring him, Jae-jun bent down, arms reaching to scoop Y/N up.Before he could, Do-yeong moved faster.His hand pressed against Jae-jun’s chest, shoving him back with enough force to make him stumble.
“She’s not going anywhere with you.” His voice was ice, but the way his arm curled protectively around Y/N’s waist was pure fire.
Jae-jun clenched his fists but didn’t move forward again. He looked at Y/N, eyes searching, waiting for her to choose.
Y/N met his gaze and shook her head. “I’m not going with you, Jae-jun.”
Something flickered in his expression—hurt, anger, resignation.With one last glare at Do-yeong, he turned and stormed off, disappearing into the night.
The moment Jae-jun was gone, Do-yeong turned his full attention to Y/N. His hands, rough from the fight, softened as they cradled her face. “Are you okay?” His voice was raw, laced with guilt.
She exhaled, leaning slightly into his touch. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine,” he said firmly. His fingers trailed to her shoulder, gently brushing the spot where Jae-jun had hit her. His jaw tightened. “Damn it, Y/N, I should’ve stopped this before it started.”
She reached for his wrist, her touch grounding him. “You were protecting Ye-sol. And me.”
His throat bobbed, his composure cracking just slightly. And then, before she could say anything more, he pulled her against him. Y/N barely had time to react before she felt the warmth of his embrace—solid, steady, overwhelming.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured into her hair. “I never wanted you to get caught in the middle of this.”
She closed her eyes, melting into him. “Then don’t fight for me,” she whispered. “Just stay with me.”
Do-yeong tilted her chin up, his eyes dark with something unspoken.And then, he kissed her.
Soft at first, hesitant, as if asking for permission. But when she sighed against his lips, her fingers tangling in his shirt, he deepened the kiss, pouring everything he felt into it.
When they finally pulled away, breathless, Do-yeong rested his forehead against hers, his hands still gripping her waist.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised.
And Y/N knew—this was where she belonged.