a/n: short and sweet. just want to put some positive energy out there
Dating someone like Jae is actually pretty simple. You laugh at a lot of jokes that are far too stupid to deserve such a raucous reaction, you eat a lot of food, and you pretend to be annoyed when he croons loudly right into your ear as though it’s a microphone. It’s second nature to you now, though that may be by virtue of the fact you’ve known Jae basically as long as he’s been in Korea and clicked from the start. (You wouldn’t have ever said it back then, but it was only a matter of time until you and Jae were going to date and everyone knew it.)
You love Jae — the goofy, meme-loving boy from Los Angeles and the veritable South Korean rock star — and you have for years and you will continue to. Even though he can be (and is, often) annoying, he’s also sweet and always as in-tune with your emotions as he is his guitar, and you wonder just how he has so much energy left for you when he gives so much to everyone else. The idol life isn’t easy on Jae, although from the outside looking in through phone screens and monitors it may seem that way. He’s usually pretty run down by the end of a hectic schedule, and you can’t blame him — nor would you want to, considering how much of a homebody you are.
So when your next anniversary happens to coincide with a much-needed break from schedules, you don’t plan anything that would be elaborate in anyone else’s eyes. You do, of course, buy champagne for the hell of it and still wrap up his gift, but you don’t go any harder on food than calling for yours and his favorite takeout.
When Jae arrives from the dorms in the late afternoon, finally free for the weekend, he enters your apartment with arms wide open and promptly glomps you.
“Get off, you’re too heavy,” you tease, unable to keep from laughing. At that Jae suddenly shifts his arms to your waist and lifts you up in the air, causing you to squeal as he carries you right back into the bedroom. He collapses onto the bed with his head on your shoulder, and you laugh lightly as you run your fingers through his hair. Without his glasses on or makeup he looks even more exhausted, and you gently run your thumb beneath one of his eyes.
“Why don’t you get in your pajamas and I’ll grab dinner, yeah?” You ask, and Jae lets out a noncommittal hum. The both of you remain on the bed for a silent, sleepy minute before you get up.
While Jae gets ready to snuggle in bed, you nuke the takeout you’d ordered ahead of time and carefully load it all into your arms. When you return to the room, Jae is in bed in all his messy-haired-hoodie-wearing glory, looking happier to see the food than you. You aren’t offended, but you do pretend to be for a moment. Jae rolls his eyes at your pouting but silences your whining with a kiss you can’t help but smile into.
“Happy anniversary, babe,” he says, softly, one hand on your cheek. You press a kiss into his palm, then turn to grab your gift from where you’d hidden it under the bed.
“I thought we said no gifts,” Jae whines, and you nudge him with your elbow.
“Trust me, I couldn’t pass this up. It’s for both of us, anyways.” He sets aside the takeout and does is best to still look bothered about it, but you can see the excited glimmer in his eyes. You’d known the moment you saw the item online that you had to buy it, simply because of the ugly laugh it drew out of you. Considering your sense of humor was well aligned with Jae’s you figured he’d get a kick out of it too.
And boy, were you right. The moment Jae unpacks and unrolls the gift, he starts laughing.
“Where did you get this?” He asks, turning the round, tortilla-printed blanket towards you, and you can’t help but snort at the sight of the stupid blanket in person.
“Instagram,” you reply, and Jae shakes his head in disbelief.
“Incredible. We’ll actually be a blanket burrito.”
The joke isn’t new, of course, but hearing Jae say it just makes you laugh all over again. It doesn’t take him long to throw the fluffy tortilla over both of your legs as you settle onto the bed with your dinner, and the both of you can’t help but break into giggle fits throughout the night when you notice it.
Jae is adamant about becoming a burrito in it at bedtime (but he kicks you out when you make a chicken burrito joke, then makes you take pictures while he’s swaddled up before letting you back in).
That night, all snuggled up with your boyfriend watching your favorite show, you think it’s probably the best gift you’ve ever bought.
more day6 texts because i love them and no one ever writes for them, you wear his clothes. (i’m gonna try to do stuff maybe once a day, PLEASE REQUEST)(i messed up on jae’s plz ignore)
Jae Texts: Daily texts with your bestfriend/boyfriend Jae. It’s music festival season and you and him used to attend music festivals together before he got famous and now that’s he’s famous you two don’t get to do all the traditions that you used to do.
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a/n: i got a request for some jae fluff because people are stressed after this past semester in college. and that’s a mood. pls enjoy.
You’re stressed out. All your finals have been finished and turned in, but now that they’re done you actually feel all your bad decisions weighing down on you. Eating only cup ramen and guzzling coffee has somehow invited a pimple onto your chin, the bags under your eyes are oversized luggage, and your hair is somehow greasy and frizzy.
To top it all off, your best friend and longtime crush Jae is coming by to see you for the first time in a week and a half in fifteen minutes, and you just realized you don’t have any clean clothes except for a pair of gym shorts and your legs are stupid hairy. You admire your friends who don’t worry about having hairy legs, but you still care for some dumb reason — which is why when Jae shows up you’re pressing a second bandaid onto your calf, frowning at the razor burn on your legs. The things you do just to try and get this dumb L.A. boy to notice you.
You slap a medicating patch onto your pimple while Jae lets himself into your apartment, tutting disapprovingly.
“You really shouldn’t leave your door unlocked, Y/N,” he chides. You throw a pillow at him, rolling your eyes. You curl up on your couch, dragging your throw blanket around your shoulders.
“Come on, I already have the game loaded up.” Jae laughs and throws the pillow back in your face before flopping down beside you; in retaliation, you sling your legs over his lap. He goes to remove you, as he usually does, but pauses with his hands barely touching your legs.
“Whoa, what happened to your legs?” He asks, eyes looking over the bandaids and angry red razor burn on your legs. You let out an awkward laugh, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders.
“Shaving mishap.”
“But it’s winter,” Jae says, looking at you with one eyebrow raised. You feel your cheeks getting red-hot, and look away from him. There’s really no excuse you can think of on short notice without sounding pretty dumb, and so you tell him the dumbest possible thing: the truth.
“I wanted to impress you,” you mumble, curling into yourself. You hope that your words are muffled enough that Jae doesn’t hear you and you can think up some other lame excuse.
“What?” He asks, laughing. Immediately, you pull the blanket up to cover your face, making it so you can’t see Jae and he can’t see you. You suddenly really regret inviting him over.
“Y/N, that’s ridiculous.” I know—
Then, unexpectedly, Jae’s face is visible to you again as he parts the blanket like a pair of curtains. You’re sure your face is beet red and that he can see it, even under the fabric, and you avoid his eyes once again.
Which is why it takes you all the more by surprise when Jae’s lips suddenly press against your nose. When you look up at Jae in confusion, he’s smiling more fondly at you than you think you’ve ever seen before.
“You don’t need to do anything special to impress me.” It takes a moment for your brain to catch up to your ears, and by the time it does Jae has managed to pull the blanket fully away from your face and is inching closer.
“So,” he says, a playful grin on his face. “Should I kiss you and make it better?” You can’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes once again.
“That’s not quite how it works,” you retort. “But I’d be okay with it.”
And so, Jae kisses you (for the first of many times).
