Nov 20, 2021
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DAY6 ARE COMING BACK!!!!!!
BuzzFeed: how many marshmallows can Dowoon fit in his mouth?
Dowoon: 15
Wonpil: you're a hazard to society
Jae: AND A COWARD! DO 20!
Jae: Wtf Wonpil just threw a milk carton at me how dairy
I think it's great that Jae speaks out and that netizens are paying attention and calling attention to it
but at the same time I can't help but worry that Jae getting JYPE 'bad publicity' like this is going to backfire and give JYPE an excuse to cut him off or otherwise mistreat the band even more than right now
Take One for the Team
Request: Day6 Jae + prompt no 1 please? Have a nice day 💕
Prompt:
1) ”Here’s a concept…me and you…married.”
Pairing: Day6 Jae x Reader
Genre: Fluff
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Stretching your leg across the bed, you subconsciously searched the sheets for any source of warmth. It was freezing in your apartment, and surely your pet was somewhere close. It wasn’t uncommon for you to sponge off of his tiny warmth, so when your foot didn’t touch fur, you became more determined.
With your eyes still locked shut and your head pounding from the incoming hangover, you rolled across your mattress until you finally halted at the small creature you were looking for.
Humming happily, you nuzzled your face into a pillow, and sighed. Pushing an arm out, you wrapped your arm around him, but furrowed your brows.
This was not your pet.
Your brain was groggy with a mix of sleep and possible alcohol poisoning as you patted the warm area feverishly.
Skin.
Warm, soft, human skin.
Your eyes flew open to assess the man laying beside you.
There was a stranger.
In. Your. Bed.
Holding your breath, you slowly pulled the blankets up to gaze down at your body. Loosening that breath, relief flooded through your anxiety ridden chest as you confirmed you were still wearing the clothes you had gone out in the night before. You left the comforter off of your body as you began to slide across the sheets and away from the guy stationed on the opposite side of the bed.
“Who are you?” you murmured, furrowing your brows. You tried to search desperately through your memory, but were only met with fuzzy recollections. Most of the night had been a blur from drinking, but you didn’t realize you were THAT intoxicated.
Swallowing your pride, you reached for your cell phone on the nightstand, and heaved yourself off of the mattress. On top of having some creep snoozing beside you all night, you also felt like someone beat you with a baseball bat. Struggling across the bedroom, you finally eased out of the door, and into the living area. Dialing your best friends number, you swore you could count your heart beats in between rings.
“Mmm?” she grumbled into the phone.
“What in the frickity frack happened last night?” you hissed. “And please tell me you know the person currently in my bed.”
“Ehehehe,” she chuckled, still drowsy as well. “You actually went home with him?”
“Correction,” you sighed. “He went home with me. And before you get excited, no, we didn’t sleep together.”
“I mean, you did technically,” she laughed.
“By the pure definition of the term, yes, it appears that we slept beside each other,” you muttered, keeping a cautious watch on the bedroom door. “But nothing more happened than that. Now who is he?”
“His name is Jae,” she said through a yawn. “He showed up shortly after you started drinking. Once you became thoroughly smashed, you couldn’t shut up about how cute he was.”
Lifting your brows, you shuffled over to the bedroom, and cracked the door. Peering inside, you assessed the man quietly. He looked thin, a bit lanky, but had a cute face. Strong jaw and strong cheekbones were the perfect frame for his sleep-ridden smile. You tilted your head as you continued to look at him, only stopping once your friend began to speak again.
“Y/N? Are you there?”
“Yeah,” you grumbled, backing away from the door. “He’s okay, I guess.”
“If only you could ask the you from last night what you thought about him,” she hummed. “You were smitten.”
“And that was enough for you, as my friend, to give him the green light to go home with me?” you groaned.
“We have mutual friends,” she sighed. “They said you’d be fine.”
“But what if I wasn’t,” you hissed, more than annoyed. “You let me go home with a stranger. I could have been halfway across the country in his trunk by now.”
“You should really stop watching true crime shows,” she clucked.
“And you should watch more,” you grumbled. “How do I get him to leave?”
“I dunno,” she muttered. “Get back into bed and pretend you’re asleep. If you’re asleep long enough, surely he’ll see himself out.”
“What if he wakes me up,” you muttered, biting at a nail. You had never been in a situation even remotely like this before, and frankly you were surprised with yourself.
“Then you kindly ask him to leave,” she sighed. “Can I go back to sleep now?”
“I guess,” you groaned, eying the door to your bedroom again. You swore you had heard a cough. “Thanks for the update. It’s been illuminating.”
Without uttering another word, your friend hung up, causing you to roll your eyes.
Taking a deep breath, you attempted to encourage yourself to step back into the bedroom, but found something holding you back. The reality of the situation had exhausted you while you were already feeling less than your normal self. If you asked him to leave, was he the type to get angry? Would he expect more from you than what you were willing to give? You didn’t know anything about him, and the assertion that you had mutual friends who said he was “okay” was not comforting.
You balled your fists and let your cuticles create half moon circles in your palm. This had to happen sooner or later, so time to pull off the band-aid.
Tilting your head, you attempted to catch sight of your target before allowing your body in the room. Nearly choking on your breath, your eyes grew wide as you noticed the boy who was previously asleep was now very much awake.
“Well hello,” he croaked, his morning voice attractive enough to stop any thought process you were attempting to verbalize.
“Hi,” you whispered, remaining stationed in the doorway.
“Not to be awkward, but this is awkward,” he grinned, running a hand through his already disheveled hair.
You nodded. “Thanks for bringing light to the obvious.”
“I think it’s healthy to address when things get weird,” he chuckled. “Not that you’re weird. Just this situation...is a little weird.”
You nodded again, unsure of what to say.
“So...you come here often?” he grinned.
Trying not to roll your eyes, you shuffled into the room, and sat on the edge of the bed. “Look, I don’t want to give you the wrong idea, but-”
“Let me guess,” he hummed. “You don’t do this often?”
“I don’t!” you gasped, instantly getting annoyed.
“I’m not trying to suggest you do!” he laughed. “Sorry, just trying to cut the tension a bit...I don’t do this either.”
“Listen, Jae, I’m sure you’re a nice kid-”
“You remembered my name,” he smirked.
“Not technically,” you sighed, feeling heat creep up your neck. Talk about embarrassing.
“I was wondering who you were talking to in the hallway,” he nodded. “Calling around to figure out who’s in your bed?”
“For someone who hasn’t done this before, you sound awfully seasoned,” you grumbled, crossing your arms.
“For someone who hasn’t done this before, you sound awfully defensive,” he smiled.
“Is now a bad time to ask you to leave?” you groaned, already done with this exchange.
“And here I was, considering we could be soulmates,” he laughed. “But I can tell when I’m being dismissed.”
“Such acute skills in self awareness,” you muttered. “Not as if I already asked you to leave.”
“Before I go,” he hummed, pushing himself from the bed and tugging down at his clothes. “Here’s a concept...me and you...married.”
“Please leave,” you winced.
“Can I at least get your number or something?” he asked. “I mean, certainly you did like me at one point.”
“Probably before you started talking,” you sighed.
“So, is that a yes?” he asked, holding his phone out before him.
Rolling your eyes, you extended your hand, and took his phone. For a moment, you considered putting in a fake number, but a subconscious part of you may have still had a little hope for him. Handing his phone back, you motioned toward the door wordlessly.
“Y/N,” he nodded, glancing at the screen. “I was wondering.”
“You didn’t know my name?” you choked.
“Don’t be offended,” he laughed. Pushing his heels into his shoes, he glanced over his shoulder with his hand on the door knob. “It’s not like you knew mine either. I do prefer to know who I’m kissing though.”
“We kissed?” you nearly screeched. He could remember that, but he couldn’t remember your name?
“If you need me to jog your memory,” he grinned. “You know how to find me.”
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You held your face between your hands and stared into the coffee cup before you. It had only been a few hours since you had opted to abandon your apartment for the privacy and quiet of a cafe.
You weren’t sure if you were mortified or irritated at the exchange that had occurred between you and Jae, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Or him.
He had so easily gotten under your skin, but admittedly, you had allowed him to. You were so worried about how he perceived you, that you hadn’t stopped to realize that you were in the same position. He had gone home with a stranger just as you had. If he were going to pass judgement on you, he deserved just as much.
But that was the thing...he hadn’t passed judgement. Maybe that was why you were so thrown off by your interactions with him. You expected him to find you easy. You had expected for him to continue to try to find a way into your pants.
Which he may try to do in the future now that he had your number...
but honestly, he didn’t seem like the type.
Glancing to your phone, you heaved a sigh. Surprisingly, you had almost expected him to text you by now, but maybe he didn’t want to press his luck.
And furthering the surprise, you were kind of disappointed he hadn’t.
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“Fancy seeing you here,” a familiar voice bellowed from above you.
You had been stationed at the cafe for a few hours, working on emails and generally daydreaming about the events of that morning. It seemed like a safe place to hideout from friends and potential love interests until you had heard that voice.
You had seriously considered that your daydreams had taken on a life of their own, but as you glanced up through your lashes, you had almost forgotten how to breath.
“Do you have my location enabled on your phone?” you gasped, furrowing your brows.
“I think I’d have to get into your phone to be able to do that,” he grinned, sliding into the chair opposite you. “No, this is just a happy accident.”
“For who?” you grumbled.
“Both of us I’d say,” he chuckled. “I know you like me, even if it is against your better judgement.”
You rolled your eyes and leveled him with a stare.
“I’m guessing you’re not responding because it’s true?” he grinned. “This lanky nerd with a heart of gold has totally caught your interest.”
“How can you have so much confidence for a blonde praying mantis?” you muttered.
“Because I’m an adorable blonde, praying mantis,” he chuckled. “And for the record, that one stung a bit.”
“Because truth hurts?” you smiled.
“If it’s true, what does that say about you?” he hummed. “You’re attracted to this praying mantis after all.”
“It says I’m an entomologist with bad taste, I guess,” you smirked.
“I’ve never had someone simultaneously insult me and hit on me,” he sighed. “I have to admit, I’m kind of in to it.”
“Only kind of?”
“What do you say...” he murmured, his voice suddenly softer as he leaned forward. “We actually go on a real date?”
“Perish the thought,” you grinned, clutching at your chest in feign shock.
“You don’t have to tell me it’s revolutionary,” he chuckled. “An actual date? In the twenty-first century?”
“Go on.”
“We’ll go to an arcade, and I’ll buy us soft pretzels,” he nodded. “Afterwards, we’ll split a chocolate milkshake and I’ll even let you have the cherry.”
“So chivalrous.”
“And then, I’ll remind you that I’m a fantastic kisser, but only if it’s consensual.”
“Consensual affection, very sexy,” you smiled.
“We’ll finish up with me walking you to your door because I know where you live, which sounds very creepy outside of our previous history,” he hummed. “And I won’t expect to be invited into your bed.”
“Good because you’re not,” you laughed.
“Good,” he smiled. “So...will you go on a date with me?”
You nodded slowly before continuing quietly. “No one has ever formally asked me on a date before.”
“Seems like I’m the first for you in a lot of ways,” he smirked.
“Keep comments like that to yourself if you want me to say yes.”
He laughed, his smile growing wider. “So?”
“So?” you echoed.
“Do I have to ask again?”
“It would be nice,” you grinned.
“Will you, Y/N the misguided entomologist, please grant me the pleasure, of going on a real date with me?”
“I guess so,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “If I have to.”
His grin only grew wider with your words. “Someone has to take one for the team.”
You nodded, biting your lip. “Might as well be me.”
I was excited to discover that I actually share personality types with a few idols! I'm INTP so I didn't think there would be any. But Jin (BTS), Jae (Day6), and Hyunsik (BTOB) are all INTP!! My day is made 😋
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