☾ req: shy boyfriend!jaehyun showing reader comeback photos ☽
it was a fact just as unequivocal as the earth being round and the moon landing being fake that jaehyun was incredibly in love with you. despite the tumultuous nature of his schedule (courtesy of being an idol), he would often find himself back at yours, with a tired grin and sweaty arms. this time was no different... except, it slightly was.
"why not?" you pouted, though you didn't need to act pitiful to get jaehyun's heart beating out of his chest — your mere presence being the catalyst of numerous near heart attacks already.
"because," he groaned, hiding his reddening face behind his hands. "it's embarrassing."
“you know, i could literally search up the teaser pictures for the comeback right now.” you playfully wagged your phone in front of his face, noting that the red case was just as bright as his ears now were. “what’s with the shy and humble act?” your eyes narrowed at him in suspicion. “you’re literally the hottest person i know.”
he curled into himself at the sudden compliment, eyes peeking over his folded knees to glance at you. "i'm doing you a favor by not showing it to you, trust me," he playfully scolded. "if you saw them you'd never want to keep your hands off me, and i wouldn't want you dying from heartbreak when i'm busy with promotions."
you rolled your eyes. "okay, you're hot but not that hot."
he dramatically gasped, falling onto the side of the couch as if you had said the most obscene thing he had ever heard. after a minute long stare down of you glaring at him and him wiggling his eyebrows trying to get you to break, he finally sighed and fished out his phone from his pocket. "fine," he relented, barely catching it as he tossed it to you from the other side of the couch. "but if you make fun of me, i'm breaking up with you."
you took a page out of his book and gasped just as theatrically, hand pressed to your chest. "when have i ever?"
his eyes narrowed. "does the term 'limitless era' ring a bell?"
pure laughter burst from your lungs and jaehyun couldn't stop the corners of his lips from rising at the melodious sound of it. you'd told him once that you were conscious of its loudness, but he couldn't even fathom as to why. he thought it was beautiful, just as beautiful as the rest of you. every moment with you reminded him of why he stayed and every moment without you simply reminded him of you.
calming down, you finally unlocked his phone, almost giddy with excitement at the prospect of either finding new material to make fun of him with or new material to add to your 'my boyfriend is cuter than your boyfriend' photo album. you opened his photos to where he had saved them to show it to you before changing his mind. scrolling through, you stopped at a particular set.
"wow," the awe in your voice not needing exaggeration, a feeling of both pride and pure love radiating from every part of you. you looked up to see him nervously waiting your reaction. "you look really good, jae. like, ethereally good."
his arms wrapped around your waist from the side, burying his face in your hair. "thank you," he mumbled against you, the words muffled.
you pushed him aside to get a better look at his face, never one to miss an opportunity. "jung jaehyun," you started. "i’m literally starting to sweat from how warm you’re blushing."
"shut up," he grumbled, furrowing further into your figure. you didn’t mind the post-practice fish odor, not when he gripped you as if you were the only thing keeping him afloat. though you were rarely one to shy away from affection when it came to your boyfriend, the gentle kiss you laid atop his head held a special kind of tenderness. with the popularity of his group rising, you found that the amount of time you were able to spend with him dwindled just as much. now, every moment was one you looked forward to, even the simple ones such as these. “you really think they’re okay?”
you nodded but took another glance nevertheless. “i do have a small question though," he looked up from where he had been hiding his face in your shoulder, his head tilted in inquiry. "where did the rest of your shirt go?"












