• Day 26: City lights - 박종성
↳ ┊: smooth operator - sade
꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆falling for your brother's teammate ⨾
۶ৎ f1 racer!jay x fem!reader┆fluff┆petnames, brother's best friend, sunghoon is reader's brother┆wc 633
⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: smoooooooooooooooooth operatorrrrrrrrrr (can you tell my f1 knowledge has expanded since my heeseung fic?) also, don't mind enhypen just casually replacing the redbull drivers...it's for the plot...
part 2
꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱
being the younger sister of the famous red bull driver, park sunghoon, definitely had its perks. the fans called you "angel" because you were the sweetest, most supportive sister ever, showing up to every race, bringing freshly baked pastries for the engineers and pit crew members. you were red bull's angel.
however, another perk was being able to become closer with jay park, the other red bull driver, who you had been crushing on ever since sunghoon first introduced you to him.
he has a sharp and defined jawline, a fierce determination in his eyes, and a really sweet heart. everything was a perfect explanation on why jay park was the guy of your dreams.
but of course, sunghoon was very protective of you, not wanting any of the racers to get involved with you. you just hoped he had a soft spot for teammates...
it was the weekend of the grand prix in singapore and right on time, you walked in with a huge tray of fresh cookies, a huge smile on your lips as you were super hyped for today's race. you were wearing a simple over-sized hoodie over your favorite baggy jeans, but it was enough to make one person's head turn.
from across the room, jay's eyes followed you as you greeted your brother and some crew members, waiting till you were finally settled in to get to you.
"hey angel," he says softly, his hand gently connecting with the small of your back. your head whips around to see who it was, your eyes crinkling into crescents once you see jay.
"jay! are you excited for today?" you beam, throwing your arms around him in a hug. he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you as well.
"for sure. i'm bringing home that trophy no matter what!" he laughs confidently, pulling away just in case your brother was watching.
jay had always seen you as more than "park sunghoon's sister" and "the angel of redbull", he saw you as you, the sweet girl who had a big heart and wanted to support him and your brother as much as possible.
after a bit of chatting, it was time for jay to get ready for the race. bidding you a goodbye and a promise to bring back a trophy, jay quickly jogged after sunghoon who had already left him behind.
right before jay stepped into the cockpit of his car, sunghoon came over and put his hand on his shoulder firmly, signalling that whatever he was about to say was important.
"listen...i'm not great with being all sappy and bromantic, but i just wanted to let you know that if you want her, go get her," sunghoon exhales, his gaze locked on jay's.
"dude what-"
"i've seen the way you act around y/n, it's obvious you like her. and honestly, i'm not even upset, i'm just glad it isn't antonelli flirting with her again," he mutters, cursing out the mercedes driver.
"wait wait wait- you want me to confess to y/n?? like- you're totally chill with this?!" jay faltered, not sure if his hearing was getting to him.
"yep," sunghoon shrugs nonchalantly. "she's head over heels for you so why would i try and stop it?"
"she likes me back???" jay's jaw drops as all of this information gets dumped on him.
"yep," sunghoon nods, the 'p' popping. "anyway, good luck on the race! red bull for the win!" sunghoon smiles like he didn't just leave jay questioning his whole life, before skipping away to his own car.
now he had to win this. for you, for himself, and to most importantly, get back quick enough to tell you exactly how he felt.
62 laps until he could tell you how much he loved you. yeah, he's winning this race.
Sometimes, you need to get slammed in the face by a door to find your way back into your lover’s arms.
Starring: Jay x fem!reader [established relationship] feat. enhypen members
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“All you do is work, work, work…” You crossed your arms in a pout and nagged Jay’s ear off as he tried to make some dinner. The emphasis was on tried.
“Please, y/n. Not this again.” He exhaled tiredly.
“What do you mean ‘not this again’? If you would just listen to me I wouldn’t talk about it anymore!”
“Listen to you?? I’m already listening, y/n! What do you expect me to do?? Tell my manager ‘oh by the way, I can’t do the concert because my girlfriend complains about me not spending enough time with her’?” He put the wooden spoon rather harshly on the kitchen counter and started chopping up some vegetables on the cutting board.
“And I’m here with you right now, aren’t I? So I really don’t get why you’re still whining so much.” He uttered roughly.
His words were like a stab in your heart - he wasn’t taking you seriously. The realisation of it made you so upset that the corners of your mouth went down on their own. But you didn’t want to cry. At least not in front of him. Which was really weird - in the last two years you had been dating him, you never had a problem with crying in front of him.
That was before your last fight with him. Which was funnily enough also the last time you saw him, so 2 weeks ago:
~ “Are you seriously crying again about this?! That’s all you can do, right? Crying and getting on my fucking nerves.”
His harsh words surprised you so much that your tears automatically stopped from the shock. Or maybe it was an instant defense mechanism to protect yourself from any other hurtful words from your boyfriend.
Of course you tried to be rational: he was tired from work, y/n. You shouldn’t have brought it up. It was the wrong timing. He just had a fight with his manager and just wanted to have you by his side and didn’t want to hear you also complain. Complain about how lonely and neglected you felt for the last couple of months. Yet again.
And as always he snapped at you and didn’t want to talk about it.
Not only did he not want to talk about your feelings and problems, but he also never talked about his own. Obviously.
He didn’t even tell you what the fight with his manager was about. If you hadn’t pushed him so much to tell you why he was in a bad mood you wouldn’t even had known that he fought with his manager.
He never talked about anything that bothered and worried him. Never. He always said everything was fine - and at the same time his actions and words showed you that he wasn’t fine.
And as always, he regretted how he spoke to you and apologised.
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to lash out at you. Let me make it up to you,” he had murmured against your neck as you tried to ignore him.
“Hm?” He left a trail of kisses all over your shoulder and neck, “I didn’t mean it. Please forgive me, my angel.”
His hands wandered under your shirt, caressing your waist and stomach, “you’re my little angel, hm? C‘mon, let me apologise to you, princess.”
And as always, you also didn’t want to fight with him. You hated it.
Hence, you let him make it up. He kissed you and ‘made love to you’ as an apology.
As always.
It was a never ending circle. A new couples tradition since a few months now. ~
It felt like a barbed wire was tightly wrapped around your neck as you tried not to cry. But your eyes expressed everything that needed to be said. Disappointment, anger, heart-ache, desperation. Too bad that he wasn’t looking at you but was rather interested in chopping those carrots into thin slices.
The more seconds you held back your tears the more you felt like a wall was being built between you and the person you loved the most. How could your relationship develop like that?
You watched him for a few moments in complete silence. The way he was cutting the ingredients made it seem like he was in complete peace. That’s what he used to tell you - that cooking brought him peace and a chance to gather his thoughts in his hectic life. Or just to completely shut down from all his problems. Either way, it was his way of dealing with his emotions and troubles. A moment of peace and quiet.
It seems like that this also isn’t a good moment to talk to him about my feelings.
But then your eyes wandered up to his face. His eyebrows were furrowed angrily, his lips in a sulking pout and he was clenching his teeth which was evident because of his prominent jaw.
You quickly realised that he definitely was not coping well with whatever was going on in his head. Your heart clenched at the thought of your boyfriend struggling and keeping everything to himself.
“Babe?” You tried to catch his attention.
Nothing. He didn’t reply to you.
“Jay…” you took a step forward to him as his back was shown to you.
When you realised that he wasn’t going to give you a response you gently put your hand on his arm. He visibly tensed up at that.
“Jay, I-“
“What? What do you fucking want from me, y/n?” He muttered through gritted teeth.
“I just think that-“
“What, y/n? What?!
That I’m making you sad because we never go out on dates?
That I’m neglecting you and you want me to be more present?
That I’m always working and never spending time with you?” He rambled angrily while he kept on chopping the carrots.
You took your hand away timidly - seemingly lost at words.
Jay scoffed as he continued, “I was already working when we two met, y/n! You knew what my profession was and you knew how much I needed to work!”
“Are you saying it’s my fault now?!” You matched his tone in disbelief.
He put the knife roughly away on the counter and turned around, just to shout angrily at your face: “Yes, y/n! You should’ve asked yourself whether you were willing to make this sacrifice or not before you decided to date me! You should’ve thought about whether you could adjust to my lifestyle or not!”
“Are you fucking serious?! When we started dating you always had some time for me! I never thought of this because you didn’t give me a reason to see it as an obstacle!”
“Too bad, y/n! This world doesn’t resolve around you! I can’t manage everything like I did 2 fucking years ago!”
“But WHY??!! WHY CAN’T YOU BE LIKE THE JAY YOU USED TO BE??!!!”
You gave up the fight against your tears and just sobbed loudly. Exhausted, you held your face in your trembling hands and let them catch the rain of your heart.
At one point your body was shaking like a leaf. You hiccuped, and cried and cried.
Jay felt his heart clench - he just wanted to hold you and tell you that everything is going to be alright. But the reality of the situation held him back.
By taking deep breaths you tried to calm yourself down but the cries and sobs weren’t ready to stop yet. After awhile, still hiccuping and sniffling, you straightened up your posture and looked him straight in the eyes:
“You’re right. I- I made a stupid decision back then. Good thing we- we cleared this up.” You tried to sound as sternly as possible while the tears were still streaming down your face.
Jay continued to look at you in fury - or maybe it was confusion. You couldn’t tell the difference.
He shut his eyes in frustration and rolled his head back as he leaned back onto the edge of the kitchen counter - holding it with a firm grip.
“Baby- I didn’t mean it like that. I’m so-“ just as he was about to apologise to you for the nth time because of the same thing, the same fight, the same topic, you quickly interrupted him:
“Save it. You don’t have to apologise when you clearly don’t want to change anything.” You made your way out of the kitchen and wiped away the tears on your cheeks. But the tears continued to pour down the same path you just cleaned up.
You quickly made your way to Jay’s room and grabbed your belongings.
Phone, wallet- you hiccuped - no, it’s in my purse. Where’s my purse?
Your sobs didn’t stop.
Where’s my fucking purse?
You spotted your jacket in Jay’s bed and turned around too quickly with it when you grabbed it.
Crash.
With wide shocked eyes you looked at the frame you accidentally knocked down and broke.
A frame which contained a picture of you two on a random date. One of the many dates you used to have. It was a cute picture. You thought you looked okay in it but Jay swore that your smile was prettiest he had ever seen so he had to frame it and put it on his bedside table.
~ “This way I will never forget your pretty smile and will remind myself to always make you smile like this.”
He explained to you with a shy smile and rubbed his neck in embarrassment when you spotted the picture in his room and asked him about it. ~
This fucking bastard! Fucking liar is he! I should sue him for all these lies!
You angrily started to gather the broken glass and put it in his bin. Not even in the angriest state you could just leave it like that - he could hurt himself. after all.
You didn’t even think about it. You were just doing it.
Your vision was blurry because of your tears so it didn’t really surprise you when you cut yourself. And as fucked up as it sounded - the pain of the cut was more bearable than the pain in your heart.
Lastly, you put the photo in the bin and with that the promise ring you received from him on your two years anniversary. Which was not even too long ago.
Maybe you were overreacting. You still loved and respected him after all so much. So fucking much that you felt your heart shred apart in several pieces.
And you knew he felt the same towards you.
But you also knew that he was having some own problems and didn’t know how to handle them which resulted in him taking it out on you - unintentionally or not, you had enough with these fights.
Thus, you needed to take this step to make a change. Either for the better or the worse. You just really hoped for the better as you saw the ring placed safely in the corner of the bin.
Hopefully, he’ll find it and come back to his senses.
You were hesitant to leave the ring there, scared he might throw away his trash and not notice it.
No, it’s okey. If we make up, we’ll do it quickly. He won’t empty his bin till then.
The ‘if’ in the sentence lingered longer in your mind than you would’ve liked.
You then quickly made your way into the bathroom which was directly connected to his room and washed your cut clean. After you wrapped some toilet paper around it as a quick solution you walked back into his room, holding your jacket in your other hand.
Surprisingly, you spotted Jay there. Kneeling in front of the bin, he (fortunately) held the ring and the photo in both of his hands.
But when he turned his head around, showcasing you his misty eyes, all you could see was a small, hurt child. A child who didn’t know what to do with these adult problems and responsibilities, who was overwhelmed and just wanted to be held, who wanted to cry without feeling bad about it, without worrying his loved ones.
He looked so vulnerable in that moment.
Your actions halted - you wanted to wrap him in his arms and tell him that everything is going to be okay. But you knew this wasn’t the right move.
Then, without a word, you marched out of his room.
Jay was startled: “B-babe!”
He quickly stood up after hastily putting the picture on his bed and stuffing the ring securely in his pocket.
“Wait! Where are you going?”
Of course, you didn’t respond to him as you firmly went to the front door where your shoes were, right next to his larger ones. You quickly went on to put on your jacket when you remembered that your purse was in the living room.
Just as Jay was about to grasp your arm you quickly escaped his reach and walked back right past him as if he didn’t even exist.
When you entered the mess of the living room you thought how clean Jay’s room always was.
Ugh, I don’t wanna think about him! Stop thinking about him! He’s being a jerk right now!
“Baby, hold on!” Before you could react he held your wrist firmly: “Are you hurt? Did you hurt yourself with the frame?” He carefully examined your hand and noticed how the toilet paper was stained with blood.
“Wait a minute! I think Sunghoon has some bandage in his room!” He spoke alertly as if you were in some kind of emergency.
Normally, you would’ve giggled at his exaggeration but at this moment his reaction only made your eyes teary.
“Just wait a second, alright?” He put his hands on your shoulders and made you sit on the couch. Then he looked firmly in your eyes, assuring himself that you wouldn’t leave just like that.
But he was wrong. You can’t just wait and forget everything as if you never fought.
He'd come, patch you up, apologise to you and you’d forgive him because he means it. He truly does. But you wouldn’t talk about your issues. You’d just place a bandage on the wound instead of taking care and finding the cause of it.
When you heard him rummaging around in Sunghoon’s room, you took your purse and went again to the front door. Just as you put on your shoes and were about to leave, you heard Jay:
“Don’t go.”
His voice was shaky and full of pain.
“You forgot your ring,” he spoke quietly, afraid to say the wrong thing.
We both know I didn’t forget it.
You didn’t say it out loud.
Instead, you reached for the doorknob when he repeated his plea:
“Please, y/n. Don’t leave me. I beg you.”
His words broke your heart. You took a deep breath as you tried to gather your thoughts.
“I think-“ you were interrupted with a slam in your face.
Tuck.
“Ah!”
“Y/N!” Jay exclaimed affrighted as you dropped your bag and hold onto your nose in pain. He took urgent steps towards you and pulled you carefully into his arms.
“Oh my god! What happened?” Jake asked with a horrified expression.
“You slammed the door in my girlfriend’s face, you fucking idiot!” Jay gritted his teeth in anger.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry, y/n!” Jake wanted to approach you to make sure you were alright but Jay wasn’t having any of it.
He firmly stepped in front of you as he still held you safely in his strong, protective arms. His back was now blocking Jake from stepping any closer to you. Like a shield protecting you from any danger.
“Fuck off! Stay away from her, fucking bastard.” He looked at Jake with intense, burning rage, as if he were ready to kill him.
“It was an accident!”
“I don’t fucking care. You hurt her. If you ever get near her I’ll fucking kill you, motherfucker.” He spat back and then turned back to you.
He wrapped his left arm around your waist to give you support as his other hand went to your face to cradle it ever so softly and gently. “My love, let me see if you’re bleeding,” he requested with so much love and care - the complete opposite from how he talked with Jake just seconds ago.
You hesitantly pulled down your hands from your nose to show it to him. Jay exhaled in relief: “it’s not bleeding, don’t worry.” You wanted to point out that he was the one who shouldn’t worry, but then you remembered that you were still mad at him.
“I think you should lie down a bit.” Jake suggested timidly.
“Why don’t you just shut up, fucking bitch?”
“Jay!” You scolded him, “it was an accident, don’t be so harsh.” You unconsciously put your uninjured hand on his chest to calm him down.
“Oh? What happened? Why is Jay hyung calling you a bitch?”
“I opened the door when y/n was just about to leave and it hit her face on accident. He’s acting like I tried to kill her!”
Jungwon shook his head - he was disappointed but definitely not surprised - and looked at you: “are you okey?”
You nodded your head and tried to give him a smile but the expression hurt more than you expected. “Ow!” You held your nose and closed your eyes as tears pricked up from the pain.
Jay alertly clasped your face with his other hand and brushed his thumbs soothingly over your cheeks. “My baby…” he cooed in empathy, “the pain will fade away soon, alright?” He placed a careful and gentle kiss on your forehead.
The love and protection that Jay was providing to you made you forget every bad moment, as nothing but warmth spread through your body. However, as you were about to lean into him, you held yourself back which was not only challenging physically but also emotionally.
“What happened?” You had to stifle a laugh when Sunghoon and Riki entered the dorms and asked the same question in sync.
“Jake hyung hit y/n in the face with the door.” Jungwon answered casually as he handed Jay a cooling pad.
“On accident!” Jake grasped his hair in disbelief.
Riki whistled: “That’s how people die, Hyung!” He knew what he was doing - fuelling the fire intentionally so that Jay would rip apart Jake into pieces.
“Wow. I can’t believe you’re still alive, Jakey. Y/n is his queen - if I were you I wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. He’ll definitely come for you!” Sunghoon joined the teasing.
But Jay wasn’t even listening to them. He was totally focused on carefully placing the ice pack on your nose. “Ouch!”
What a great day! Fight with boyfriend, injured hand and now this.
“I know, baby. Just a little more, okey? It will help soothe the pain.” He kissed your forehead again to let you know he’s there for you. Whilst doing so, he sincerely wished that he could take away your pain. You held onto his wrists, yet again completely unintentionally, as one was still caressing your cheek and the other held the cool pad on your nose.
“Oh my god! Guys, you don’t know what just happened! The head manager was sooo pissed that Jay hyung skipped practice today but then, actually just now in the car, Heeseung hyung talked with Jiwoo Hyung about this whole dating ban-“
Sunoo began his loud chatter even before he entered the dorms since the front door was still widely open and he saw his members standing in the hallway.
Then he cut himself off when Jungwon gave him a stern look.
“What?”
He then looked at his surroundings only to realise that you were also there.
“Oh hi, y/n! You look so stunning today!”
The rest of the boys coughed awkwardly as they face palmed themselves.
You took away Jay’s hands from your face, but still hold onto them tightly, and softly greeted him back. “Thanks, Sunoo. How are you? How was work today?”
After that everything went in a blur. Sunoo chatted with you but you weren’t listening.
What the hell was going on?
Dating ban?
Skipped practice?
What is Jay hiding?
He never skips work. Why did he do that?
You had so many questions but you just stood there completely frozen. Then your world started spinning.
“I’m feeling dizzy…” you weakly informed Jay just in time before your vision turned black and you collapsed right in his embrace.
His arms are so nice and strong. His commitment to the gym is definitely paying off. Good for me. Very good.
This was your last thought before you entered the world of unconsciousness.
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“What if she’s really dead?” You heard a nervous voice.
“Don’t be stupid, hyung. She’s literally breathing as we talk, look at her chest moving.”
“I’m not looking at her chest! That’s the last thing I should be doing if I don’t want to die at Jay’s hand.”
“Why are you whispering his name?”
“Jungwon, please!” Jake gasped as if Jungwon’s question was absolutely absurd, “did you see how he looked at me?! I almost killed his girlfriend - if he hears me talking about him or y/n he’ll definitely end me.”
“That doesn’t even make sense… if he wanted to kill you he wouldn’t even allow you to be in the same room as her. And besides that, how on earth would he hear you?”
“I don’t know… he probably put a camera here to watch us. His obsession over y/n is a little concerning. But… hmmmm… now that you’re saying it… it is really weird. Why is he letting me stay near her…?"
...
"Oh my god! Maybe that’s just his psychotic game. He wants me to witness her death so I’ll live with this guilt forever. Wow, I have to leave this room quickly.” You heard the scratching of a chair.
“You’re not going anywhere, hyung!” Hit.
“Ouch! Don’t hit me there, my leg muscles are sore from practice.” He sulked childlike.
“Just sit down and wait until Jay hyung comes back.”
Where’s Jay?
“See, that’s what I mean! Isn’t it so weird that he went out himself and told us to watch over her?” Jake asked curiously.
“Definitely. Did you see his face when she fainted? I’ve never seen him like this. He froze just like that… he looked like he was about faint himself.”
“Right? And when he was in shock he was talking to himself, something like ‘it’s my fault’.”
“Hm,” Jungwon hummed, “now that I think of it, it really gets weirder - usually he’s the proactive one. He’s always level headed and knows what to do. But back then we had to move him aside and handle the situation. He didn’t even move for a while.”
“Do you think they had a fight and that’s why he was so shocked? Like, why was she leaving the apartment in first place? He texted us that we should eat dinner outside because he’s cooking for her but did you see the kitchen? He didn’t even start cooking - his utensils and ingredients were laying around so randomly… like he got distracted or was interrupted.
This would also explain why he is making us sit here in case she wakes up - you know, so she wouldn’t be facing him first thing first. And it would also explain why he hadn’t knocked me out yet. He feels guilty.”
You could hear their tiny brains ratter as a moment of silence followed.
“Nah…”
“Nah!!!”
Both of them let out at the same time.
How can someone be so clever yet still so dumb?
Jay is only clever. He is really super smart.
Your heart melted at the thought of him.
“Oh my god! Are you seeing this? She’s smiling!”
You quickly made a neutral expression as you didn’t want to ‘wake up’ yet. You wanted to listen what they had to talk about. These gossiping aunts. And you wanted to wait for Jay.
“Hyung, now you’re just hallucinating. How can an unconscious person possibly be making any expressions?”
“I swear! She just made that smile! You know that smile whenever she looks at Jay!”
“Ohhh, you mean her ‘I’m so stupidly in love’ smile?” You felt your ears heat up in embarrassment.
“Yeah, yeah, that one!”
“Hm… maybe she’s dreaming about him.”
“Or about something that’s factually beautiful.”
Hey! You frowned internally. Jjongie is beautiful.
“Like a flower garden?”
“Or like rainbows and a sunny day.”
“Yeah, or maybe something cute like puppies.”
“Oh my god puppies! That’s so sweet, I wanna see them too.” You could hear Jake’s pout.
Then you heard a soft knock on the door.
Oh! Is that Jay? I should pretend that I just woke up when he comes in!
“I bought these flowers for y/n!” Sunoo exclaimed in excitement.
Oh… it’s just sunoo…
“Look hyung! I got this black plushy cat for y/n!”
And Riki…
Jungwon and Jake bursted out in laughter:
“BWHAAHAGAHAH- that looks exactly like jay hyung!”
“WHAT? His angry eyebrows! They’re like Jay’s!”
“I’ll place it right next to her.”
Aww, my baby Riki.
“And I’ll put these flowers on the nightstand then she’ll wake up to the sweet scent of them.”
Sunoo!!! He’s such a sweetheart, so cute.
“Hyung, you need to put them in water otherwise they’ll wilt too quickly.“
“Nah, she can do it herself when she wakes up. Ugh! How long is it going to take? I think I’ll watch the new episodes of our show so I can threaten her with spoilers and make her do my laundry.” He chuckled evilly.
Sunoo! You felt irritated.
“If she ever wakes up.” Jake corrected him in a matter-of-factly tone.
“What do you mean ‘if’?”
“There’s a high possibility that she’ll never wake up, Riki.” Jake muttered dramatically.
“What?” Stop scaring him! Don’t worry, riki, I’ll wake up soon!
“Nice! I always wanted her beanies!”
Riki!! You tried to calm your anger down.
“Oh my god! You’re a genius! I’ll take her skincare!” You felt your blood pressure rise. Don’t you dare, Kim Sunoo!
Then you suddenly felt the weight of the mattress go down at the foot of the bed.
“She better not wake up anytime soon.” Sunoo mumbled as he put his legs under the blanket and made himself comfortable as he pulled most of the blanket towards himself.
“Hyung! Be careful!” - at least there’s one person in this room who’s worried about me - “Jay hyung will get mad when he sees you sitting there. He strictly forbid it.”
Right. Jungwon is not taking care of me. He’s following his Jay hyung’s instructions!
“Agghhh, this is nice.” Next you felt a heavy weight settle on your legs as Riki was laying horizontally on them.
Ugh, he’s so heavy.
“Hyung knows y/n likes us. We’ll just tell him she wouldn’t have liked it if he scolded us.”
Then he started to roll his back on your legs and used them as some kind of muscle roller.
“That’s right,” sunoo agreed with Riki.
After a few moments of silence - and after Riki moved around on your legs and ultimately decided to sit like Sunoo but on the other side (and stealing more of the blanket than he did) - you finally heard the door open again.
Jay! Your heart started to beat faster.
“Oh you guys are back! Did you get everything for y/n?” Jungwon asked.
“Yeah, Jay went to her apartment on his own and got her necessities meanwhile me and Hoon went to a store.” You heard how Heeseung was placing multiple bags on the floor.
“Wow did you buy everything from the store?”
“Basically, yes. He gave us a list he quickly had written down during the car ride. That man knows his girl.” You heard Sunghoon and his rummaging to which you assumed that he also was setting some shopping bags on the ground.
Exactly, you agreed proudly.
“Or he didn’t know anything and just wrote everything down he once saw in a store.” You ‘accidentally’ kicked your feet and hoped you aimed any body part of Riki.
“Ouch! She kicked me!” Bingo.
But where is Jay?
“And where is he now?” Sunoo expressed the thought that clouded your mind.
After a few silent moments Heeseung sighed softly and finally spoke up: “In the car. He told us to take the stuff to his room and if she’s awake we should text him. He’s probably waiting in the car for the message.”
“I don’t know man. He was acting so weird. Like he was the one at fault. I mean I get it - to see your woman faint like this is probably not easy but… -i don’t know how to describe it- he just was out of it.”
Heeseung hummed in agreement to sunghoon’s observation.
My baby. Your heart broke at the thought of jay sitting alone in the car. What is he doing? He should sit next to you and wait until you woke up! Or even better! He should kiss you awake!
Just as you wanted to speak up you heard the door opening again and finally there was your boyfriend.
“She’s still not awake?” With panic in his voice he entered his room. “I knew I shouldn’t have listened to you guys! I’m calling an ambulance.” He announced suddenly.
“Don’t call an ambulance! You have to kiss me awake, you moron!” You shouted in frustration as you suddenly sat up, startling everyone.
“Babe…” Jay’s shoulders visibly relaxed and his eyes were shaky as he looked at you with so much relief.
He quickly made his way towards you and sat on the bed right next to you. Then he pulled you carefully into his warm embrace and nestled his head on your shoulder.
“I was so scared, honey. Don’t ever do that again.” He said with a shaky voice and pulled you as close as possible. And then he started to cry. Loudly.
And of course hearing him cry made you also cry. So you cried just as loudly.
“Why weren’t you here, Jay?! Everyone was in this room except for you! I- I was waiting for you but you were the last person who came into this room!” You wailed as you gripped tightly onto Jay’s shirt.
Jay’s heart broke at this, nevertheless, he started to caress your hair in order to calm you down.
“I’m sorry, princess. I’m so sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am,” he whimpered as his tears didn’t seem to stop. “Just please don’t break up with me. I’ll do anything. But don’t leave me.”
“I don’t wanna leave you either, jay! But I can’t keep going on with these fights! You never tell me when something is wrong and you have no idea how devastating that is! It hurts so much knowing you’re in pain but not being able to help you or comfort you in any kind of way! Why even have a life-partner if you don’t want to share your life with your partner?!”
“I’ll- I’ll tell you. Alright, princess? I’ll tell you every little thing from now on. Just promise me you’ll never scare me like this again.” He pulled away slightly and cradled your face in his hands to wipe away your tears with his thumbs.
“O-okey.” You sniffled and nodded a little as your tears were slowly but surely stopping.
You patted his cheeks with the sleeve of your shirt to clean up his wet face when you suddenly heard a light sniffle.
When you looked over your boyfriend’s shoulder you caught sight of sunoo trying to hold back his tears after seeing such an emotional, heart-wrenching and romantic scene in real life.
The realisation settled in that you and your boyfriend shared such an intimate and personal moment with his 6 fellow members. But when you looked around, anticipating teasings and laughter, you were met with nothing but compassion.
They all looked like they were trying to hold back their own tears.
When you looked back at your boyfriend he was already looking at you with so much love and regret. He kissed your forehead: “I’m so glad you woke up,” he mumbled against it.
“Of course I would wake up, idiot!” you giggled a little and it immediately melted his heart.
Then you pouted sadly and hold your nose lightly: “It hurts.”
He widened his eyes in panic, “your nose? I swear to god I’ll kill Jake…” he mumbled under his breath while he examined your nose.
Jake gulped.
“It doesn’t look swollen… but we should go see a doctor, princess.” he firmly decided.
“No, jjongie. I just wanna lie down a bit. Can you get me the cooling aid, please?” Jay hesitated a little as he wanted you to visit the doctor, nonetheless, he didn’t want to argue with you: “Of course, honey. Lie down and rest, hm?”
“Can you lie down with me, please?”
Jay felt butterflies erupt in his stomach, “of course, my sweetheart.” Then he turned around to glare at Jake: “what are you doing, clown? Get her the ice pack, will you?”
“Y-yes, sir.” Jake sprang up from his chair.
“Jay, don’t be so mean to him. He didn’t do it on purpose,” you spoke softly as you patted his chest. Jay responded with a sulking grunt.
Then you looked at Riki and Sunoo who were still sitting on the bed at the other end with squinted eyes: “You should actually talk with them.”
Both of their eyes widened in a comical way.
“Wh-what do you mean?” Riki stuttered with fear loaded in his voice.
“We- we didn’t do anything wrong, hyung!” Sunoo stammered.
“What’s with them?” He looked over his shoulder and then back at you.
“Actually, they were so nice, they got me gifts,” you looked around and found the plushy and the flowers they were talking about, “see, Jay? They took good care of me.”
“Really?” Jay inspected the plushy with suspicion and was surprised at his little brothers.
“Mhm, I heard something - I don’t if I understood it correctly - but something along the lines how they’ll buy me beanies or just in general some branded clothes and accessories and of course some skincare! Oh, and how they’ll go to my apartment and clean it up for me. They even want to do my laundry!”
“Wow, that really doesn’t sound like them,” jay chuckled but then turned around to look at them again. Just in time the two boys switched their facial expressions from unpleasant to happy ones.
“Thanks guys. I really appreciate it.”
They gave him a forced smile. Jay rose his eyebrow expectingly: “her apartment key is in my jacket pocket- you can go now and clean it up. I’ll join you.” They started to climb out of his bed whilst rolling their eyes secretly.
“No, jjongie! Let them do it!” You gave him your best puppy look. Sunoo rolled his eyes harder than before.
“But-“
“No buts! We still need to talk.” You gave him a stern look.
Jay looked at your cute expression - he’d be an idiot if he refused you. “Of course, my love,” he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Then just go and I’ll check tomor-“ he looked around and realised that everyone left already and that the cooling aid was laying on the ground at the swell of the door frame, “-row…”
“When did they even leave?” Jay mumbled as he stood up to pick up the cool pad and closed his door. After wrapping it up in a thin towel, he went back to the bed where you were already lying and made some room for him. He joined you in the bed and gently laid the pad on your nose. You sighed in relief: “This is nice…”
Jay kissed your forehead and cradled you in his other free arm. “Come here,” he mumbled. You took the cool pad from his hand to press it on your own, when you asked curiously: “what did you buy for me?”
“Oh, that?” He looked over his shoulder where the bags were, “just some stuff for my princess.” he cheekily answered. You swatted at his chest, surpressing your smile, but he quickly caught your hand and pressed a kiss on the palm before resting it on his chest and pulling you closer. You felt him caressing your ring finger, when you heard him shakily breathe in: “babe…?”
Hearing his serious tone you put the cool pad away and looked him in his eyes, you hummed: “yes, darling?”
He squeezed your hand lovingly as he felt his stomach churn anxiously: “Can you please wear the ring again? It feels heavy in my pocket.” And in my heart.
You smiled at him softly: “Of course, my love.”
Letting out a shaky breath, he speedily and clumsily pulled out the ring from his pocket and immediately slid it on your ring finger.
He lingered a kiss on it: “I’ll make sure you never take it off again. Only if I replace it with an engagement ring.”
You grinned widely, blushing, “I’d love that actually.”
Jay leaned in to kiss you but you quickly blocked him by putting your hand in front of his lips. “Why?” He tilted his head and looked at you with sad eyes. You almost caved in.
“First talk, then kiss. We’re not doing any kind of lovemaking - and you know what I mean by that - until you explain to me what’s going on,” you declared sternly, “and until then I’m still mad at you and won’t speak to you otherwise.”
“Okey, okey. I’ll explain,” he replied to you swiftly and wrapped his arms securely around you to make sure you won’t go anywhere.
And then he started to explain. And you didn’t say anything until he was done.
—
“So, just because of Jungwon’s dating scandal your head manager banned everyone from dating?” You summed up the whole complicated tension in the company, which had been going on for a few months now. You tried to process the information. “I can’t even comprehend this. That’s so unfair.” Your heart felt heavy.
“I know…” he agreed with a sad tone.
“Now I can actually understand why you wouldn’t tell me this. If I were you I probably also wouldn’t have.”
He sighed with a heavy heart: “but still… I failed miserably at hiding it from you. I mean it totally affected my mood. I should’ve just talked with you about it.”
You patted his cheek: “It’s okey, honey. It’s now in the past. We’re letting this chapter of our relationship go and are looking forward, alright?”
He gave you a cute little nod but one look in his eyes told you everything. How much he regretted these fights and his harsh words to you. It was impossible to express it with words.
“Babe… why are you looking like a sad puppy? It’s okay, every relationship has its ups and downs. That’s actually a good thing. That way you can see whether a relationship is healthy or not. Whether the two partners are aligned with each other or not. Look at us: we’re talking about it and are going through this together. The important thing is that we’re making progress together, right? And that we’re learning from our past mistakes together. It’s also a testament to our commitment.“
He responded again with a nod, not daring to speak up as he was too afraid he might break out in tears. You pouted at him and whispered, “give me a kiss.” Without a word he leaned into you and met his lips with yours. And only after a few moments you started to taste his salty tears. “Babe…” you parted your lips from his, just to peck them several times. “Don’t cry, my jjongie. Everything is alright. We’re okey, baby.”
“I almost lost you, y/n.”
“No, you didn’t, silly.“
He wiped his tears away and pouted a little: “you threw away your ring.”
“It was more of a symbolic gesture than anything else. You found it and we talked about everything, right?”
“What if I didn’t? What if I threw it away accidentally?”
“Then we would’ve gotten a new one. But I knew you’d find it and we’d make up in time before you would even empty out your bin.”
“Don’t ever do that again.”
You kissed his sulking lips again, “okey, I won’t, you little baby.”
As you were sharing another sweet kiss his nose bumped against yours and normally you would’ve chuckled at the ticklish feeling but, unfortunately, your nose was still really sensitive. That’s why you let out a painful groan.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he looked at you concerned.
“It’s okey,” you grabbed the cool pad again and held it against it.
Jay rubbed your waist to give you some comfort as he mumbled: “I really wanna punch Jake in the face.” He squeezed his eyes shut to calm himself down when all of the sudden he sat up from his lying position. “Give me a minute. I’ll just do it now.”
“Jay-“
“No, you’re right.” He took a deep breath: “I’ll slam his face against the door.”
“Honey,” you stretched out your arm and put your hand on his back, “before you do so, just listen to me. Think about it: this accident brought us back together.”
He turned around to give you a look, “you’re not being for real, are you?”
“I’m 100% sure we wouldn’t have talked for at least one whole week. But looked at us now,” you wiggled your hand clad with the ring he put on in front of his face. Jay lied back down next to you, now a little more relaxed.
“Sometimes, I don’t like how you only see the good even in the bad things.” He was lying on his back and didn’t look at you as he stared at the ceiling.
“Why?” You giggled, “isn’t that a good thing? To be optimistic.”
“It is, I guess. It’s one of your traits I love so much. But it also makes me realise that I’m not worthy of your love. That you’ll probably leave me someday because you found someone who matches you way better than I do. That’s why I also don’t like it. It’s like a reminder that I’m not good enough for you.” He whispered the last part as he wanted to avoid a crack in his voice.
“Jay…” you were lost for words. In your eyes Jay was the most confident person to ever exist. Never ever did it cross your mind that Jay could also be insecure about your relationship. Just like you felt sometimes.
“Oh, Jay…” you repeated emphatically and scooted closer to him. “Come here.” You wrapped your arms around him and pulled his head towards your chest. He immediately responded by embracing your waist and nestled his face in the crook of your neck.
“This was really stupid of you, you know?” You kissed his forehead and stroked his head softly. “You always tell me to not speak such nonsense when in reality you also have these thoughts of insecurities...
I need you to know that there’s no person on this earth that can handle me as well as you do. There’s no person who loves me like you do and you show it to me in the most special ways. There’s nobody else who knows me like you do. So don’t ever think this again, alright?”
Jay only tightened his embrace around you as a response.
“So what if we fought?" you continued with your speech, "it only grew us stronger and closer. I got to know you better through this. And you’re acting like I’m some saint who’s never done anything wrong in this entire relationship. I think you’re forgetting that I always snap at you when I’m overwhelmed in the slightest. Or when I'm on my period, I always get mad at you if you even breathe incorrectly. Or when I’m sleep deprived. I could give you sooo many examples from our life that we’ve been sharing for quite awhile now. You can’t tell me that you forgot all these instances.”
“Hm, but it’s not the same…” he mumbled against your skin.
“How so?” You exclaimed in a high pitched tone, “just like you don’t care about my bad traits I also don’t! I feel the exact same way about you. Believe it or not!”
“Promise?” He rasped with a tired voice.
“Promise.” You sealed it with a kiss on his head.
“You know about this picture, I told you I liked it because of your smile, right?” He mumbled drowsily as you felt his lips move against your neck.
You hummed.
“You’re tired, baby?”
He responded with a nod. Your hand went automatically to his back as you gave him tender rubs and your other hand continued to pat his head in a delicate rhythm.
“That’s actually not the whole story,” he continued, “I love this picture so much because on this day I realised I wanted to marry you. That you were the one for me.”
Your eyes widened in surprise: “Really?” You asked in a high pitched tone, which made him chuckle lightly.
“Really.” He pressed a small kiss on the spot he was nuzzling his face in.
“But it was taken not even one month into our relationship! How could you possibly know it back then?”
He looked up at you and gently brushed away a strand of hair behind your ear:
“I don’t know what happened that day, princess. I just realised that my feelings for you weren’t - and obviously still aren’t - for someone who I’m dating casually. When you greeted me that day with your usual beautiful smile I immediately knew it. That’s why I love this picture so much. It reflects not only my feelings for you but also the importance of your smile - your happiness - to me.”
He sighed sadly, “that day I swore to myself to never be the reason of your tears. To shield you from any harm and pain that could potentially make you sad. And I miserably failed at that…” he blinked his eyes harshly to stop the tears.
Slap.
“Ouch!”
“Stop it, Park Jonseong!” You frowned angrily.
“You’re only a human. You didn’t fail at anything. Do you really think I’d be lying here with you if I thought that? You always take care of me. Even when we’re fighting! You literally skipped practice today to spend time with me. Also when I hurt my hand you immediately took action to take care of me. And the way you protected me in front of Jake - even though that puppy is definitely no danger - but still, you managed to make me feel so safe and secure in an already completely safe situation. As if I didn’t have to worry about anything as long as I’m with you. And these are only the examples of today. So don’t ever talk like this about yourself.”
“That slap hurt…” he mumbled as he held his cheek with his hand.
“Stop acting like a child.” You rolled your eyes but nonetheless you leaned in to kiss his cheek where you slapped him.
“Better?”
“Here also.” He pointed at his other cheek.
“I didn’t even touch that side.” You laughed at his silliness. Nevertheless, you pecked it.
“And here.” He pointed at his nose.
“Mwuah.” You smooched his nose.
“And here also.” This time he put his finger on his lip.
“Oh, now you’re getting bold.”
“I was born bold.” He clasped your face in his hands and gently pulled you in for soft kiss.
The kiss was interrupted by a giggle of yours which you unsuccessfully tried to stifle: “bold or bald?”
Jay rolled his eyes with a smile and leaned in yet again to kiss you: “oh, just shut up, love…”
...
After this chaotic day you were sure of two things:
First, the next time you’re taking off your ring it will be because he’s giving you another one - this time a diamond ring.
Second, from now on whenever you’re with him you’ll never have to open a door yourself.
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requested by @reep04 - TW: This fic includes themes of infertility/struggles to conceive, pregnancy, medical procedures, and pregnancy complications including vaginal bleeding related to stress. Emotional distress and anxiety surrounding pregnancy outcomes are also depicted. The story ends on a hopeful and comforting note.
There had been so many months of disappointment that Y/N learned how to grieve quietly.
Negative tests were folded into trash bins. Appointments are spoken about in hushed voices. Jay holding you at night, whispering We still have each other even when his voice cracked just a little.
They never said it out loud, but the fear lingered; that maybe it just wasn’t meant to happen.
So when the test finally showed two lines, Y/N sat on the bathroom floor, hands shaking, heart racing so fast it felt unreal.
Positive.
You laughed and cried at the same time, pressing a hand over your mouth to keep from sobbing too loudly. This wasn’t something she wanted to say casually. After everything they’d been through, Jay deserved magic.
You planned carefully.
A small box. Inside it, a tiny pair of baby socks and a handwritten note:
“Hi, Daddy. I’ll see you soon.”
When Jay came home that night, tired and unaware, you handed him the box with a nervous smile.
“What’s this?” he asked, confused.
He opened it.
And froze.
For a second, Y/N worried he hadn’t understood; until his breath hitched sharply, eyes filling before he could stop it.
“Y/N…” His voice broke. “Is this—?”
You nodded, already crying. “I’m pregnant.”
Jay dropped the box and pulled you into his arms so tightly you felt his heart pounding against yours. He cried openly, forehead pressed to your shoulder.
“We did it,” he whispered over and over. “We really did it.”
The months that followed felt fragile and precious.
They listened to the first heartbeat together, Jay’s hand gripping hers as the rhythmic sound filled the room. He laughed through tears, disbelief written all over his face.
“That’s him,” he whispered. “That’s our baby.”
The first kick made Y/N gasp, and Jay scrambled across the bed, pressing his ear to your stomach like it might disappear if he didn’t act fast.
“I felt it,” he said softly, awed. “He’s really there.”
Jay became careful in ways you’d never seen before; walking on the side of the road closest to traffic, reminding you to rest, kissing your belly before work.
But stress crept in anyway.
Long hours. Deadlines. Too many days where you pushed yourself harder than you should have.
The bleeding happened suddenly.
Y/N noticed it first in the restroom at work; light at first, then enough to make your chest tighten in fear. Your hands trembled as you called Jay.
“Jay,” she whispered, trying to stay calm. “I’m bleeding.”
Everything after that blurred.
The hospital room smelled sterile and cold. Doctors spoke gently but thoughtfully, using words like vaginal bleeding, threatened preterm labour, and stress-related complications. Y/N was placed on bed rest and monitored carefully.
Jay never left your side.
He held your hand through every test, every ultrasound, whispering reassurances even when fear haunted his eyes.
“It’s not your fault,” he told your firmly, pressing his forehead to hers. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
When their son’s heartbeat echoed through the room again—strong and steady—Jay let out a breath he’d been holding for weeks.
The rest of the pregnancy passed slowly, cautiously.
And then, finally, the day came.
Jay stood beside your hospital bed, overwhelmed, exhausted and terrified in the best way possible.
When the nurse gently placed their newborn son into his arms, Jay stopped breathing altogether.
He was so small.
So warm.
So real.
Jay’s hands trembled as he held him close, tears slipping freely down his face.
“Hi,” he whispered to their son, voice shaking. “I’m your dad.”
The baby stirred softly, tiny fingers curling around Jay’s finger.
Jay laughed through tears, pressing a kiss to the baby’s forehead.
“We waited so long for you,” he whispered. “And I’d do it all over again. Every single time.”
Y/N watched from the bed, heart full to bursting.
In that moment—watching Jay cradle their son with such love—every tear, every fear, every painful waiting month felt worth it.
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You're an amazing person.
A very humble and understanding one at that.
But when the dreadful week of the month came, a.k.a menstruation week; you, yes you, were a whole new person.
You felt overwhelmed at anything really, your mood swings were like a chameleon changing colours and oh the cramps. The damn cramps were to blame!
Now, it was one of those afternoons where you felt like the universe was cursing at you.
A hot bag in your grasp, your hair dishevelled, a blanket draped over you.
There you were! Lying on your sofa like a dying victorian child while some emotional heart-wrenching series played on your television.
Your cramps were killing you, really. Times when you questioned why periods even existed (you felt dumb but who tf cares).
Normally, you'd have a whole, not-chatgpt-ed, logical explanation as to why being a woman was wonderful, but now? Oh, you'd rather be a jellyfish.
You scrunched your face, groaning as the ache spread across your lower abdomen. Life was not life-ing at the moment.
"I'm home!" A voice you were dying to hear echoed through the halls.
He stepped in, eyeing you for a good 3 seconds.
"Jayyyy." You smiled weakly, making grabby hands at him.
He grinned, immediately making his way to you, gently pulling you into his embrace as he kissed your temple.
"I got you some chamomile tea and a restock of dark chocolate. What would you prefer right now?" He asked after pulling away a little, his fingers reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
Of course, he remembered it was your menstruation week.
Loving you felt so natural to Jay. In fact, he made it his mission to be your man, only yours. Wholly yours. If possible, eternally yours.
He knew everything about you. He looked at you like you were the moon in his sky, the peanut butter to his jelly sandwich and all of those other cutesy, silly stuff. Because you were.
You were his everything.
"Chocolate, please." You mumbled, leaning into his touch, his warmth already making you feel better.
"But for that, you need to let go of me first." He chuckled, finding your attempt to cling onto him, really cute.
"Nooo I'll die." You whined, nuzzling deeper into his neck.
Jay's smile only grew wider, his hand moving up and down your back soothingly.
"Sweetheart, I promise I'll be quick." He cooed.
You eventually let him go, turning back to the television, realizing the episode was almost ending.
You switched it off, the pain in your abdomen increasing due to your movements as you winced.
Jay was back not even a minute later, a chocolate bar, a pain killer, and water in his clasp, also a dark small bottle you couldn't recognise at the moment.
"Does it hurt too much?" He asked, placing the chocolate on the table as he sat beside you.
You slowly nodded, taking the pill from his grasp as he handed you the water as well.
"Lay down."
He caressed your head before taking back the empty glass and helping you shift on the sofa, your head resting on the armrest.
"Do you want me to give you a massage?" He asked, his eyes full of warmth and concern.
"You must be tired, though." You looked back at him.
"Never too tired to be at your service, m'lady." He winked, making you grin like an idiot.
Your mood instantly lit up as you nodded, letting him proceed.
He pulled down the blanket till your thighs, your cinnamoroll pyjamas causing a laugh to escape his lips.
"God, you're so cute." He shook his head before helping you lift your t-shirt halfway.
He then opened the dark small bottle of lavender oil, taking drops of it onto his palm before rubbing his hands together.
"You prepared for this?"
"More than you think, my love." He placed his warm hands over your lower belly.
His hands were skilful, his fingers applying gentle compression at all the stiff muscles around your hips and waist.
A quiet sigh bloomed from your lips, watching him as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his eyes blinking more frequently than usual and his lips in a pout.
Your heart ached in pure adoration.
Before you met Jay, the idea of your lover giving you a massage when you were in pain never crossed your mind.
Your emotions got to you as you felt a little overwhelmed.
"You know I love you." Your voice cracked.
Jay immediately looked up at you, his eyes widening as he gave you a slightly confused smile.
"Where's this coming from?"
"I....I'm just grateful I have you. And I wanna express my love to you." You pursed your lips together, feeling a little shy.
He moved his thumbs up and down your hips in an oval-like motion, his smile only growing wider.
"Is this your way to return the favour?" He asked.
"Oh, umm-"
"I'm just kidding, my love." He chuckled.
"I hope you know I'd do anything to make you feel better. I take care of you because I love you. Not because it's a favour. It never will be." He leaned down to place a chaste kiss on your waist, caressing the area with his fingers one more time before pulling down your t-shirt.
He found you all teary when he came back after washing his hands.
"What's wrong? Has the pain not eased up?" He asked, taking a seat beside you again.
You shook your head, opening your arms as you pulled him into your embrace.
"These are happy tears, Jay." You rested your chin on his shoulder as you felt him relax.
He knew you were getting emotional, and it was completely normal. In fact, he couldn't help but get the urge to protect you even more.
"Thank you." You whispered, feeling his strong arms wrap around you in a gentle manner.
He pulled away to cup your cheeks, pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss.
"Anything for you, my love."
The two of you then spent the rest of the evening in each other's arms, talking about random things and enjoying the dark chocolate that Jay had bought for you.
Making you slowly forget about your cramps as they begin to subside.
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• Day 19: You can be the muse - 박종성
↳ ┊: love insane - max, jay
꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆when your babysitting gets interrupted by jay’s baby fever ⨾
۶ৎ non-idol!jay x fem!reader┆fluff┆petnames, kisses, baby fever┆wc 220
⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: do y’all think jay is a girl or boy dad 🤔
꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱
park jongseong was going crazy. his head was spinning and his body was hot, he definitely had a fever. well—baby fever that was. because there you were, sitting and looking so pretty as you softly read out a book to the baby girl you were babysitting.
he imagined what it be like if you two started a family together, would you have soft moments like this as well?
“baby, have you ever thought about settling down and starting a family of our own?” jay asks randomly, his hand comfortably placed on the small of your back.
“hmm, i guess i haven’t really thought about it too much. but i definitely would love to, yeah,” you smile, pausing the book to look at jay. “have you?”
“yeah,” he sighs contently, unable to hide how lovestruck he was right now. “i was just thinking about it, how the baby would have my eyes and your smile.” he scoots closer to press a kiss to your lips.
“well up until we can settle down, i guess babysitting will have to do,” you giggle, booping the baby girl’s nose gently, causing her to erupt in giggles.
jay nodded in agreement, before softly humming a random tune, lulling both the baby and you to a drowse.
• Day 11: I just care about you - 박종성
↳ ┊: love lee - akmu
꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆when baking with jay gets messy ⨾
۶ৎ idol!jay x fem!reader┆fluff┆petnames, kisses, food fight┆wc 216
⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: okay but imagine having a food fight with him? that would heal me
꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱
"no baby! i said 2 cups of flour, not 9 cups," jay pinches his eyebrows, shaking his head playfully at you.
"well maybe i'm not good at hearing!" you bite back, fighting back the urge to grin. you pick up a pinch of flour, flinging it at jay in retaliation.
he gasps like you just committed a national crime, clutching his heart.
"how dare you! oh, it's on," he smirks, taking a hand full of flour and releasing it at you. you shriek, attempting to dodge it while also trying to reload.
you pick up the measuring cup, scooping up the flour and chucking it at jay with no mercy.
a white cloud poofs as the flour collides with his chest, making the both of you cough and choke out flour.
"what the?! i thought you guys were making apple pie?? clean this up before jungwon sees...or he'll literally wipe the floor with you," sunghoon warns, backing away like he never saw this.
meanwhile, you and jay are covered head to toe in flour, biting back giggles as you glance at one another.
"god baby, you're so cute," he rolls his eyes playfully, squishing your cheeks and pressing a flour-y kiss to your lips.
"i guess that was one way to get rid of the flour."
Jay x fem!reader [married]
Synopsis: Every marriage has its ups and downs. But will they be able to protect their marriage from this burden?
Contains: heavy angst (beware), happy ending, smut, fluff
It all happened so quickly.
It sounds so cliche, but that’s how it was.
Quickly, in a blink of an eye.
It could’ve been prevented. Of course. You should’ve been more careful.
“Mrs. Park?”
Your vision focused on your doctor.
“I asked you if you know when your husband is coming.”
“I-“ your voice cracked, the lump in your throat was too big, you weren’t able to speak. You just shook your head.
“I’m going to ask you one more time.” She looked at you with soft eyes as she empathetically rubbed your arm, “are you sure you want to wait for your husband?”
You nodded.
“And you’re aware that waiting will risk the chance of complications? The longer we wait the higher the chance that you’ll get an infection. It can cause serious complications and can even lead to your death.”
You nodded again.
The doctor sighed.
“I will have to ask you to sign this paper. That you’re agreeing to the risks and are willingly waiting.”
You didn’t even read the paper that you signed. You didn’t notice when the doctor left the room. You just stared at the clock.
10:42 am.
It happened at 9:26 am. One hour and 16 minutes had passed.
So much had happened.
“Miss…” Heiran, the lifelong housekeeper who Jay grew up with—or who raised Jay, as he would say—entered the room.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t reach him.” She said timidly, as if she was feeling guilty.
You just nodded. He always muted his phone when he was in important meetings. And the meeting today was the most important one in his life. Of course you had to ruin it for him.
“Sunghoon,” you rasped weakly. But then you quickly shook your head. “No. We can just wait. The meeting is too important,” you whispered faintly.
Heiran furrowed her wrinkly eyebrows, “Ma’am.” But you just shook your head and turned in the bed, your back facing her and the door where she was standing at.
Heiran left the room with a heavy heart, with shaky hands she searched for Sunghoon’s number. Hopefully he’ll pick up the phone.
The bell rang but after a while it reached the mailbox. She tried again. Again the mailbox. Then again. Again, mailbox.
She sat on the chair as she held her phone tightly in her hands.
“What happened?” Her husband asked panicked, panting from old age as he sat beside her.
“Honey!” She cried as she threw herself on her husband. Her husband consoled her, “shh… everything’s alright…”
“Everything happened so quickly.” She hiccuped, “it’s my fault. She even told me she was feeling off yesterday night. I told her she’s worrying too much.” Her shoulders shook in her husband’s embrace.
“It’s okey… it’s okey… it’s not your fault. It’s nobody’s fault,” his raspy voice soothed her.
Suddenly, the phone on her lap began to vibrate. She quickly looked at the caller: Sunghoon.
“Do you want me to…?” Her husband offered. But she shook her head, she needed to be brave. For Jay. For you.
“Ma?” Sunghoon spoke as soon as she took the call. “Is everything alright? Why did you call me so many times?” Worry already laced in his voice even though he didn’t know anything yet.
The only thing he could hear was a hiccup through the phone.
“Sunghoon- Sunghoon-ie” she sobbed.
“Ma? What’s wrong? Is everything alright?? Why are you crying? Are you hurt?” His panicked voice echoed in her ear. She shook her head. “No.” She sobbed.
“What’s wrong?” He repeated desperately, his heart hurting hearing the woman who raised him cry.
“Y/n- y/n, she-“ she couldn’t go on as a heartbreaking wail escaped her throat.
“What’s with y/n? Is she hurt? Ma, please.” He begged her to tell her what was wrong.
“Y/n- she- her baby-“ she sobbed, unable to form a coherent sentence.
“Her baby?? Is she okey? Is she giving birth?” He was too clueless to think about anything negative.
Heiran always loved Sunghoon’s innocence and cluelessness. But in that moment, she wished he would’ve understood without her pronouncing it.
“No, Sunghoonie-“ she hiccuped, “her baby- her baby died.”
He fell back on the chair he was previously sitting on. He whispered a small, “what?”
She wailed loudly.
His phone slipped onto the table with a loud thud.
He messily grabbed his head, his heart clenching in pain, “what?” he repeated.
“What happened?” He asked in disbelief as he clicked on the loudspeaker with a shaky hand.
“Her- her placenta partially separated from her uterus. It happened not even two hours ago when she said she was in- p-pain. When we arrived at the hospital the doctor announced the baby’s death.”
Sunghoon closed his eyes painfully. He didn’t want to imagine what you’re going through right now.
“I- I can’t reach Jay. Sunghoonie- please tell Jay. You have to tell him. Before his family tells him.” He immediately understood what she meant.
“Do they already know?”
“No- I’ve been wanting to tell him first. But he’s not picking up his phone.”
“Okey.” He nodded, “I know where he is.” He looked at his watch briefly. “His meeting is here, in the same hotel where we’re staying, Ma.” He hurried to the hotel door.
“Tell him quickly. They will find out and if they find out-“
“I know, Ma.”
“She’s- she’s- y/n- she is in pain. They gave her medicine but she’s- she’s in a shocked state. She needs Jay. You need to come quickly. She’s waiting for him,“ she hiccuped.
“Okey. We’ll come quickly.” His voice cracked but he didn’t have any time. He needed to hurry up.
Hastily, he went to the elevator of the 5-star hotel. Where was his meeting again?
He rushed to press the button, hoping he remembered it correctly.
When he stepped outside the elevator, he was met with several businessmen. His meeting had ended. Sunghoon pushed past the people and found the meeting room.
There he was. Politely shaking hands with a man and laughing at his joke.
He doesn’t know it yet.
“Jongseong,” he called for him. Jay raised his eyebrows when he heard his name, turning his head to Sunghoon. His face twisted in confusion, his eyebrows furrowed, expressing: what the hell are you doing here? I’m busy, bro.
But when Sunghoon shook his head, standing with a distant away, eyes shaky, Jay had a bad feeling. He bid his farewell to his new business partner, excusing himself. The meeting room now left empty, except for the two friends.
“What are you doing here, Hoon? I’m busy. Don’t you have your online meeting-?” Jay began as soon as he reached Sunghoon’s earshot.
Sunghoon cut him off, “did you check your phone?”
“Not yet, why are you-“
“Jay.” Sunghoon cut him off yet again.
He looked at him with pity in his eyes. How do I tell him?
Jay furrowed his eyebrows, sensing Sunghoon’s seriousness.
“What’s wrong?” He asked cautiously.
When Sunghoon’s eyes filled with tears Jay quickly realised there must be something wrong. His mind played different scenarios.
He shook his head in denial, “is it the baby?”
When Sunghoon didn’t answer him, his tears now pouring down his face, Jay somehow understood.
It felt as if the floor began to shake. The air was suctioned out from his lungs. He collapsed on the floor, kneeling as his breath cut short. Sunghoon quickly went to him, holding him in a tight embrace. Jay’s shoulders began to shake, “tell me I’m wrong, Sunghoon.” His voice shaky.
Sunghoon shook his head, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” His tears fell on Jay’s shoulder.
Jay cried out loud. Sunghoon had never heard him like this before. His wails were ripping his heart apart.
Then everything went on in a blur.
“No. No. No.” he shook his head in denial, his hands ripped at his hair, tears falling on the ground.
“We have to go to the airport,” Sunghoon told him through tears. Jay continued to cry, his head continued to shake.
“Jay.” Sunghoon called him as sternly as possible. But it was just a weak attempt.
“You have to go to y/n now. Alright? She’s waiting for you.” He gripped his shoulder but he wasn’t listening. Sunghoon stood up from the ground, grabbing his friend’s arm, “come on, Jay. We can’t lose time.” He tried to sound stern. He tried to be strong for his friend. But his own tears continued to pour down his face.
He held onto him with a firm grip but Jay weakly shook his head. “No, no, no,” he sobbed. He didn’t have the strength.
“My baby…” he whimpered.
And that’s when Sunghoon lost it. Jay sobbed and wailed as he held onto Sunghoon’s arms, shaking his head over and over again.
“No, no, no. My baby,” he repeated, his chests heaving with every breath. The sound of his wails echoed through the room, raw and ragged.
Sunghoon patted his back, his own tears never stopping, “we have to go home now, okey?” He wiped his face as he tried his best to be strong for Jay.
The aching pain in your heart woke you up from your dream. Your closed eyes filled with tears. A single teardrop rolled down your temple, landing on your husband’s arm.
You slowly opened your eyes. The nightmare felt so real. You let out a small whimper. The tightness in your throat made it throb painfully.
Jay stirred slightly in his sleep, his breath heavy and deep against the back of your head. More droplets of tears wetted his arm underneath your head—a makeshift pillow ever since your usual pillow became uncomfortable and no other were suitable, except for his arm for some unexplainable reason.
You quickly put your hand on your swollen belly, accidentally grazing Jay’s other arm which was loosely wrapped around your hip, his hand dangling over your pregnant belly.
Your heart raced as you waited. Waited for any movements, any sign of your baby being alive. No, it can’t be. No. Your body began to shake. My baby. Jay’s arm was now completely wet with your tears.
Then. Before your breathing could get out of control, you felt a faint push against your palm, which was right under Jay’s loose hand. It was so light, any other person would’ve missed it. Except for a concerned mother.
The baby kicked only once and so faintly, as if to say: “Mommy don’t worry, I’m okey.”
You closed your eyes, relief washing over your whole body.
You rubbed the spot on your round stomach, whispered softly yet still shaken from the nightmare, “it’s okey, baby. Mommy just had a dream. Go back to sleep.”
You closed your eyes, not to sleep but to calm your nerves and racing heart down.
After a few moments, you couldn’t help but cry again. The nightmare had scared you so much. You tried to not make any noises, your hand clasped your mouth as your shoulders began to shake lightly against your husband’s chest.
The night went on and the only thing that filled the dark room were your faint whimpers alongside Jay’s soft snores.
You turned around in your husband’s embrace, the pain too unbearable. You needed his comfort right now.
“Jjongie,” you croaked in a whisper. When he didn’t react, you put your head closer to him, cheek pressing against his naked chest as you listened to his rhythmic heartbeat. “Jay,” you repeated desperately. His eyes fluttered opened, “babe?” he rasped tiredly.
That was all it took for you to sob loudly.
His eyebrows furrowed, arms tightened around you immediately in a protective manner. “What’s wrong?” He didn’t register what was going on, his brain fogged with sleep. The only thing that he noticed was your shaking figure.
Your hand clutched onto his bare chest—he always had the habit of sleeping in boxers only—nails digging into it as you continued to cry. “Babe, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Is the baby hurting you?” He bombarded you with questions, his concern grew bigger and bigger. He tried to look at your face but you only buried your face into his chest in response, shaking your head. His hands glided over your body, looking for any injuries, caressing your stomach. When he couldn’t find anything he grasped your cheek and forced you to look at him. “Baby, why are you crying?” His eyes wide, worried.
“Is it the baby?”
You shook your head, your cries didn’t seem to stop. Jay pulled you into his chest, hand caressing your head as he tried to calm you down, “shh…” he hushed quietly, “I’m here. I’m here. Whatever it is,” he kissed your forehead gently, “I’m here.”
“It’s okey… I’m here, baby…” he patted your back, his heart clenching, wondering what made his wife so sad. When you finally calmed down, he tried again: “what made my poor wife cry so much?” He cooed softly. You hiccuped, pouting: “I- I had a dream.” Your voice was raspy, barely above a whisper. He hummed, his hand now holding your cheek to wipe away the tears. “Aww… my baby had a nightmare? Is that it?” He cooed, you nodded in reply. “What did you dream, darling?”
You looked up to him, misty eyes shaking as your lips turned downwards. He nodded, encouraging you to speak further.
“I- I dreamed that the baby died.” You bursted in tears as you hid your face in his neck again.
His face fell. He was lost at words, his own heart sank at the mere thought. The crease between his eyes deepened as he tried to hush you once more, now unsure himself.
“Love…”
“I-“ his voice cracked. His eyes blinked rapidly to suppress his tears. You couldn’t see him cry, he knew you would get more upset if you saw him cry. “It’s okey. It was just a dream,” he tried anew.
“But it felt so real,” you sniffled, “in the- in the dream you were somewhere else. And the baby died while you were away. In my belly. I was all alone. I can’t remember more but it felt so real, Jay.”
“Shh… it’s okey baby,” he rocked you in his arms as you shook in his embrace. “Baby, look at me,” he spoke softly, “hm?” He murmured softly.
With red puffed eyes you peeked at him. He kissed your reddish nose, his hand clasped yours which had been digging into his skin. He cautiously put your hand on his cheek, firmly holding onto it. The soothing tone of his voice echoed through the nightlife: “Tell me my love: am I here with you?” You bit your lip as you nodded apprehensively.
He put your hand on your baby bump, “is the baby here with us—with you?” You nodded again, this time firmly and swiftly. As if any other option would not be acceptable.
“If I’m here, and the baby’s here, then what do you have to worry about?” He kissed your forehead tenderly, your eyes closing automatically as his kiss melted the tension and worries away in you. “Nothing. Alright?”
“Okey?” He rubbed your baby belly to calm you down. And maybe to check for himself that the baby was fine.
“The baby is fine.” He murmured against your forehead, “right?” his voice small, you didn’t catch his uncertain undertone. You nodded your head softly, “the baby talked to me.”
“Yeah? What did he say?” He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
“He kicked me and told me he was fine, that I shouldn’t worry.” A soft breath escaped Jay’s lips as relief washed over him. He laughed softly, “see? Even the baby thinks you’re worrying too much.”
You smiled softly, now a little shy, “yeah… maybe I do.”
“But that’s what good mommas do, right?” He pressed a kiss to your temple, your heart fluttered at his compliment. “Mhm,” you hummed. He is right, I’m gonna be a good mommy. “And good daddies take care of worried mommies,” you whispered lovingly, kissing his chest. He pulled you closer, a faint smile spread across his face.
Suddenly he moved down to meet your stomach. Your top had already been ridden up, and he pushed it higher to reveal your swollen belly completely.
“Hi, baby.” He whispered softly against it, his hand caressing it in soft motions, “mommy is a little scaredy-cat, isn’t she?” You slapped his shoulder, “hey!” You looked at him with an angry frown. He laughed teasingly, “but it’s okey. That’s why she has me. I protect her from everything that she’s afraid of.” He kissed your stomach, “and when you grow up into a strong healthy man it will also be your responsibility to take care of your mommy, alright?” He waited a few seconds as if he waited for a response.
“Na, na, na, young man. Do not argue with me.” He spoke sternly. You laughed out loud, “are you scolding our unborn child?” His eyes glistened as a goofy grin spread across his face, “gotta teach them young who’s the boss.”
He turned his attention to your baby again. “Hey… why are you always so quiet when I’m the one talking to you...?” He pouted softly. “You always talk to mommy but not with daddy.” He rubbed his nose underneath your bellybutton. “Maybe because I don’t scold him when he didn’t do anything wrong?” You ruffled his hair.
“I’m sorry baby. Daddy didn’t mean it like that.” He pushed the bridge of his nose into your stomach, “hm? I will give you all the toys in the world but don’t be angry with me. Please?”
The baby kicked right at his nose. Hard. “Ouch!” He hissed as he held onto his nose, “he kicked me!”
“Yeah I felt that too,” you groaned at the pain, “he never kicked this hard before.”
He looked at your belly with a fake frown, “Now your appa is real mad. Go to your room!”
Your laughter echoed through the bedroom. “I always wanted to say that,” he grinned at you sheepishly. He peppered your stomach with tiny kisses.
He then sighed softly as he snuggled with your belly: “gosh, I can’t wait until he’s here.”
Enjoying the moment and cuddling closer, his eyes fluttered shut.
A voice pulled Jay out of his thoughts. He snapped his eyes open. He had been drifting through a memory.
“Jay…” Sunghoon began cautiously as they were sitting at the gate, waiting for their departure. Sunghoon just got off the phone with Heiran, his face expressed more worry.
“Heiran said… y/n will have to deliver the baby naturally…”
“what?”
“The doctors said that’s the normal procedure when- when you’re in a situation like that.”
Jay rubbed his face, “how is that even possible when she’s not even going into labour?”
“They will give her a medicine to induce the labour…” Jay nodded, his head understood but his heart felt heavy.
“Heiran said she’s refusing to do it until you are there. The doctors said she’s- she’s risking a serious infection and it could cause serious complications. The longer she waits the more likely complications will occur and will cause serious damage. She-“ he pause for a moment, “she could die but she’s stubborn. She wants to wait for you.”
Jay’s heart hurt. He couldn’t imagine it.
“You should call her. Tell her she should do it without you because,” he glanced at his watch, “the earliest we’ll be there is in 6 hours.”
Jay nodded absentmindedly. His vision focused on the floor. His mind racing. His heart burning with sorrow.
Sunghoon dialed Heiran’s number again.
Jay wasn’t listening to their conversation until Sunghoon gave him his phone, “it’s her.”
Jay just nodded, his throat tightening. He closed his eyes as he took the phone. He needed to be strong for her. She’s the one in pain not me.
“Y/n…” he murmured softly yet raspy.
Silence. He didn’t hear anything.
But then, there was a small whimper.
“Y/n…” he repeated as the tears rolled down on their own. “I’m coming, okey? I’m coming as fast as possible.”
You began to sob.
“Y/n, baby, listen to me. You need to be strong right now, okey? You have to hold on. Until I’m there, okey?”
Your sobs got louder and louder.
“It’s okey, baby, it’s okey…” he mumbled gently. God, he just wanted to hold you. Be there for you.
“I’m coming, alright? I’ll be there quickly.”
“Jay-“ you choked, voice rough and broken.
His world began to spin.
He leaned forward in his seat, his shaky arms supporting him on his thighs.
“Hm~” he hummed, broken, trying to hold it together for you.
“Yes, baby,” he tried again when he couldn’t hear you respond.
He continued when you didn’t say anything: “Baby, don’t worry, I’m coming-“
“I’m sorry.” You choked, cutting him off.
He pressed his eyes shut as his tears poured down his face. “No baby. Don’t say that.” He rasped in a shaky tone.
“it’s my fau-“
“No.” He spoke sternly, his tone didn’t allow any argument.
“It’s not your fault. And I don’t wanna hear it. I’m not allowing you to think that. Got it?”
You just whimpered in response.
“I love you so much. We’ll go through this together alright?”
You just continued to cry. Ripping his heart into pieces.
“Baby… listen to me. I’ll be there in 6 hours, okey?”
You hummed.
“But that’s too long. You have to go into labour without me, okey?”
“No.” You shook your head, face scrunched in fear and sorrow.
“I know, baby, I know. It’s scary, isn’t it?”
You just nodded your head, your throat hurt too much to answer. “I know you’re afraid, but baby, listen. I- can’t lose you too. I can’t come home and be told that my wife didn’t make it. I-“ he let out a choked sob, his tears fell on his trousers, “I can’t lose you, too.” He shook his head, refusing to think about it.
“Please baby. I’m begging you.”
“I’m tired.” You whimpered quietly.
Jay opened his mouth to argue, to tell you to not be stubborn for once, to listen to him, to just do what’s good for you. But something in him told him to just accept your wish. You knew the best what you needed—what your body could endure.
“Okey,” he yielded softly. “I promise I’ll be there as quickly as possible. Try to rest a little, alright baby?”
“I love you so much. You’re the bravest woman on this earth. I will call you again before we take off alright? Until then, rest.”
You only hummed in response.
“Can you please pass the phone to Heiran, baby?”
“Jongseong-ah,” Heiran’s aged, rough voice echoed through the phone.
“Can you make sure y/n doesn’t hear us?”
After a while of rustling, he heard her again: “yes?”
“Ma…” his eyes brimmed with tears. “What happened?”
“She-she woke up in pain and she told me the baby was not moving.” Jay felt as if he forgot how to breathe. He should’ve been there.
“I- I told her that happens sometimes but she looked so scared and her pain worsened. And then she started to bleed. I called the ambulance—it all happened so quickly. When we arrived here the doctor announced the baby’s death. They said her placenta partially loosened from her uterus and the baby didn’t get any oxygen over night.” She hiccuped.
He closed his eyes as he tried to process everything.
Sunghoon rubbed Jay’s back.
“The doctor said that this can happen suddenly and can’t be predicted,” she added with a shaky voice.
The guilt of not being there was taking over his mind.
“They told her that she has to deliver the baby naturally because it’s the safest option. Since y/n is not bleeding anymore and her condition is not too unstable a c-section would be unnecessary. Her-her labour also has started but it’s too mild. She said it’s just throbbing sometimes,” she took a deep breath, “they wanted to give her medicine to induce it more. The doctor said she had to do it now otherwise she’ll get an infection. But y/n said she doesn’t want to do it without you. She seems to be in shock.”
"Okey..." he whispered, voice raspy. He didn't know what to respond. The new information made him realise that it was his fault.
During the whole flight his head hung low. He was deep in thought and sorrow.
I should've stayed. I should've taken care of her.
He failed to protect you. If he just didn’t leave.
“Do you have to leave?” You pouted as you sat on your bed, watching Jay pack his suitcase for the business trip.
“Baby…” he sighed softly, “we already talked about this.” He kissed your forehead as he walked past you to grab his laptop from the nightstand.
“No. You talked, I listened and cried," you snapped at him, annoyed, "I don’t want you to go.” You stated firmly.
“It’s only going to be for 5 days. I’ll be back before you’ll know it.” You didn’t seem to be convinced as you walked up to him, hugging him from the side, your big, round belly getting in the way. “But I don’t want to be alone.” You frowned.
“That’s why I asked Heiran to come and take care of you.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulder as he kissed your head.
You pulled away, your frustration couldn't be hidden anymore, “but I don’t want anyone else to take care of me! I want you to be here! What if something happens and you're not here?!”
He shut his eyes as he tried to calm down, not wanting to fight with his pregnant wife, “nothing will happen, baby. It’s only for 5 days. You know I have to go.”
“You don’t have to! You’re literally choosing your business over me! Your wife who's carrying your child! I can’t believe I married a greedy man!”
He furrowed his eyebrows, his face expressed his hurt feelings, “that’s not true, y/n. The meetings were set before you were even pregnant. I already cancelled the ones that I could cancel and shortened the trip by two weeks. I’m sorry to leave you but I promise it’ll be quick.”
“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, trying not to show him that you were about to cry as you left the bedroom.
“Where are you going?”
“To the guest bedroom. I don’t wanna sleep next to you.” You slammed the door.
You woke up to Jay softly caressing his fingertips over your cheekbone, "good morning, angel," he whispered softly to not startle you.
“I’m leaving for the flight,” he was crouched down in front of your bed.
You turned around, giving him the cold shoulder.
“Baby… please, I can’t leave while my wife is angry with me."
Good, then I'll stay angry so he won't leave.
He put his warm hand on your shoulder, "please, princess. You're making me sad."
"And you're making me sad, too." You mumbled, he could barely hear it.
You felt him lie behind you, one arm wrapping gently around your waist while the other slipped under your neck, curling over your shoulder to rest firmly on your upper arm, pulling you closer. His hand on your belly was warm and soft, his thumb tracing small circles on the skin where your top had ridden up.
"I couldn't sleep without my babies." He nuzzled his face into your neck.
"Good." You uttered coldly.
He smiled softly, "my girl woke up feisty today," you felt his lips move against the shell of your ear, "I like that," he murmured seductively. Your pussy throbbed at his deep, hushed voice. You ignored it as you tried to push his arms away. Your efforts were useless as your sleepy and pregnant state made you way weaker than before—not that you had any chance against him before pregnancy.
The hand on your stomach wandered lower, right under your bellybutton where he teased and aroused you by caressing your skin softly. But his touch was way too far away to actually give you any form of pleasure. "Jay..." you whined, your hips wiggling in annoyance.
"Yes, baby?" His voice sent shivers down your spine as he nibbled at your earlobe. His hand which was on your shoulder grabbed one of your tits, squeezing it, slipping your top under it so he could touch and play with it properly. You sighed at the feeling, "feels so good..." You closed your eyes to enjoy the spark pulsing in your blood. Suddenly his other hand slipped under your shorts, brushing lightly over your panties. Your hand grabbed his forearm, "please... Jay..." you sighed, completely wet and aroused. Your pussy throbbed so hard, it was beginning to eat you alive.
"But I thought you were mad at me?" He made a show of pulling his hand out of your shorts. Your nails digged into his arm, "no! I'm not mad," you frowned. Your face turned to him as you pleaded at him, looking all cute and sexy at the same time, "please?". He wanted to devour you right at the spot.
"You know I can't resist my sexy wife," he kissed you harsh, tongue slipping into your mouth as you moaned into the kiss. His hand slipped under your underwear, his fingers gliding over your wet, slick pussy, "Jay~" you moaned. "Put your leg over mine," he rasped into the hot kiss. You tried to do as he told you but struggled due to your big belly. When he noticed, his slick-wet hand slipped out of your panties and helped your leg to adjust over his, leaving a trail of your juices on your skin. "Are you comfortable like this?" You impatiently nodded your head, "touch me, Jay."
“So impatient…” he muttered although he obeyed you immediately. His hand went once again underneath your panties, massaging your pussy softly and faintly. You whimpered, "more..."
"Yeah? My sweet little wife wants more?" You nodded pathetically, "please, Jay. Want you inside me." His middle finger slowly slipped inside you, testing the waters as he circled it inside you to stretch you out. Then his ring finger slipped inside, both of his fingers curling right into you as they found the spongy spot. "Jay!" You moaned, "it feels so good!" He continued to pump his fingers in and out, pushing and circling them inside you as the wet, splashing sounds of your pussy filled the room. "Oh my god... I'm gonna cum." You sighed, sensitive from pregnancy. You were in heaven. His fingers made you forget why you were even mad at him. "W-wait." You pushed at Jay's arm slightly. He immediately halted his actions, eyes widened in panic, "what? Did I hurt you? Do you want to stop?"
"No... it's just I know I will be too exhausted for a second round. Wan' your cum inside of me," you panted, your walls continued to pulse around his fingers on their own.
"It's okey baby. I don't have to cum," he kissed your shoulder, "I will be fine, just want to pleasure my wife."
"No," you whined, "I want you. Please. Wanna be close to you before you leave." You could hear him debate internally. You bit your lips, your arousal dazed your mind, "honey. The doctor said it's fine. Now, put your dick inside me before I crash out."
"Okey, okey," he carefully pulled his fingers out of you and slipped you out of your panties and shorts in one go. He unwrapped his arm around you in order to take off his slacks and boxers. You had turned around slightly, your eyebrows furrowed at the observation you made, "when are you leaving? You're already dressed." You couldn't stop your pout as you watched him take off his dress-shirt, too. "I'm leaving in an hour," he pecked your pouty lips as he hovered over you, arms supporting himself on either sides of your head. His hard dick pressing onto the side of your ass as you were still laying sideways, "come on, baby, don't be mad anymore, hm?"
Your pout deepened, eyes glistening with tears, "I'll miss you."
His heart melted, "I'll miss you, too." He kissed you passionatly as his hand reached for your leg to lift it up. He was settled between your legs, one leg rested comfortably on the mattress, angled to make room for him, as he lifted the other into the air, holding it tightly so it wouldn't slip. "Relax, baby, I'm holding you." He whispered against your lips. You trusted him instantly and relaxed your muscles. He grabbed his hard, throbbing dick into his hand, pumping it a few times, and guided the tip into your entrance. Instinctively, you tried to turn on your back in order to spread your legs further, but he put the hand that was holding his dick on your shoulder to stop you from moving. "Don't get on your back, baby."
"Oh right," you remembered you weren't allowed to lay on your back because of the baby. He kissed your cheek, waiting for you to adjust on your side, "comfy?" he asked as he pushed your hair out of your face. You nodded as you reached for Jay's hand that was settled infront of your face on the pillow.
He slowly pushed into you. You sighed. His thick firm cock filled you up so good. You felt so content having him inside you.
“Fuck, why are you still so tight baby,” he grunted as he tried not to push his whole length in. “Put a whole baby inside you and your cunt is still swallowing me in.” His hand let go of your leg, only to curl it in his arm, adjusting it properly as he started to roll his hip into you. You eyes fluttered, “oh my god, Jay…”
“Yeah? Feels good baby?”
“Hmm,” you whimpered. “Deeper,” you pleaded.
His cock went deeper in you, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, “ah!” You moaned at the pleasure. “Fuck,” he rasped as you clenched around you. Your arm reached for Jay, he understood immediately as he leaned down, his abs slightly grazed your swollen belly as he nestled his face into your neck. “Fuck baby, stop clenching around me.” He groaned as he tried to hold himself back to pound into you aggressively. You whimpered in response, “it feels so good, can’t help it.”
With only a few more thrusts your walls tightened around him hard as you reached your high. “Jay!” You screamed, shaking, ecstasy rushing through your blood.
He cursed under his breath, “fuck-“ as he continued to thrust into you. You whimpered as you pushed at his shoulder, “too much- Jay-” you choked.
He lifted his head to press a hot kiss on your lips, trying to distract you, “you got this baby. Just a little more. You’re a good girl, hm? Can take it. Be my good little wife and take it.” His breath cut short as he tried to resist the urge to go crazy with you. He lost his rhythm as he got closer. “Fuck-“ he groaned into your neck as he finally came inside you, “fuck, baby. You feel so good.” He kissed your skin, biting it lightly as his body shook from his high, “I love you so much.” He kissed you as he pulled his cock out of you, careful not to hurt you. You scrunched your face at the feeling, your hand tightening its grip on his hand.
You smiled at him lazily, sleep taking over your body, “love you too, jjongie.”
“Not mad anymore?” He smiled at you sheepishly. You shook your head, lips touching close to his, “but I will still miss you, jjongie.” Nuzzling his nose against yours, he whispered with a melted heart: “will miss you too, baby.” He laid beside you to cuddle with you, pulling your head to his chest and caressing it lovingly. His other hand went to your stomach which was snuggled close to his own stomach, patting it in a soft rhythm.
After a while, when he got up to clean you and take a—yet again—quick shower, he halted in his motion. There you laid in the bed, looking so soft and warm like an angel. Your swollen belly gave you a delicate look. He felt as if he was falling in love with you all over again. The sight of you being pregnant with his child, exhausted in the after glow of making love together caused warmth to blossom in his chest—making him all tender and fuzzy. He was the luckiest man on earth.
“I will be back very soon, okey?” He whispered quietly, not wanting to disturb your half asleep state. You hummed tiredly. He pressed a tender kiss, both on your forehead and baby bump as he left the room, gently shutting the door.
Gosh, he already couldn’t wait to be reunited with his wife and his baby.
Regret flooded Jay’s body. With a violent bump he smashed his head against the airplane window.
Sunghoon looked at him concerned. Unsure what to say.
Jay knocked his head repeatedly. Fuck.
If I had never left them this would have never had happened.
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The house was quiet, dim except for the soft glow of the nursery lamp, casting a warm halo over the rocking chair. Its gentle creak matched the rhythm of your tired breath. Your newborn daughter was latched onto you, suckling in tiny earnest gulps, her impossibly small fingers curled into the fabric of your sleep shirt.
You tried not to cry. But it was hard.
The burn in your throat, the ache in your shoulders, the storm of hormones and exhaustion and love so big it felt like it might swallow you—all of it boiled over in the silence. One tear slipped, then another, warm trails down your cheeks. You sniffled quietly, hoping not to wake the baby. You didn’t want to scare her. You didn’t want to feel like this.
But god, you were so tired.
Suddenly, a soft thump of tiny feet was against the hallway floor. Then a pause. Then—
“Mama?”
You looked up.
Your 22-month-old son stood in the doorway in his little footie pyjamas, binky bobbing slightly in his mouth, cheeks flushed from sleep. His hair was a tousled halo. He blinked owlishly at you, then slowly padded into the room without a word.
You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Hi, baby. Come here,” you whispered, barely able to speak.
He came close and looked at his tiny sister in your arms, his expression unreadable for a second. You half-expected him to be jealous, confused, or grumpy from the disrupted sleep. Instead, he looked at you, right into your eyes. And something in his gaze settled deep in your chest.
Then, he reached up with his soft, chubby hand and patted your arm.
Not in the distracted way toddlers usually do, but slowly. Intentional.
Like he understood.
Like he was saying good job, mama.
You blinked rapidly. Your lip trembled.
“Thank you,” you whispered, voice cracking.
He climbed up beside you on the chair without hesitation, nestled against your side, and laid his head against your shoulder—his binky still in his mouth, one hand resting on your leg like an anchor.
And that’s how Jay found you.
He had just gotten home, keys still in hand, stepping into the nursery with the quiet of a man who knew what hours like these were. His eyes fell on you immediately—his tired, beautiful wife with tear-streaked cheeks, feeding his newborn daughter.
And his baby boy curled against her like a tiny guardian.
Jay’s heart squeezed so tightly in his chest that he had to breathe. His throat thickened. His lips parted in awe.
“Mama,” your son mumbled again, sleepily this time, “cryin’.”
You laughed, a breathy, trembling thing. “Yeah, a little.”
Jay dropped everything quietly and came over, crouching in front of you. His hands found your knees, grounding you.
“You’re amazing,” he said gently, kissing your thigh. “You’re doing so good, babe.”
You looked at him, tired eyes brimming again, but this time… softer.
“You should’ve seen him,” you murmured, looking down at your son. “He… comforted me. Like he knew.”
Jay smiled, brushing your hair back from your forehead. “He’s got your heart.”
And for the first time that night, you let out a full, broken, healing sob as both your boys held you.
Your daughter finished feeding, letting go with a soft sigh, and nestled closer against your chest.
Jay leaned up, gently kissed your lips, and then rested his forehead against yours.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “We’ve got you.”
And for that one quiet, sacred moment, it was enough.
The clock ticked softly in the background, its rhythm steady—something to hold on to. Jay eased the baby out of your arms as gently as if she were made of silk and stars. She let out a small protest, one of those sleepy newborn grunts, but he shushed her softly and tucked her against his chest.
“I’ll get her swaddled,” he said in a hush, kissing your temple as he stood. “You sit, breathe.”
You nodded numbly, your body too heavy to move yet, too full of the kind of exhaustion that seeps into the bones. Your shirt clung to your shoulder, damp with spit-up and milk, and your hair had formed a loose knot at the nape of your neck, forgotten sometime in the night's chaos.
But none of that mattered right now.
Because your son was still beside you, still pressed close, his binky was long forgotten on your lap. He traced small circles on your leg with his palm, almost like he’d seen his dad do during hard days. That little touch—those soft, chubby fingers—was more soothing than anything.
“Mama?” he said again, his voice quieter this time, muffled with sleep.
“Yeah, baby?”
He paused, then patted your belly with his hand, like he remembered that’s where his sister used to be. His brows furrowed with concentration. “She came out.”
You smiled through fresh tears, brushing his curls back. “She did, yeah. You remember?”
He nodded seriously. “Now you're tired.”
That made you laugh—a real one this time, hushed, wet, and full of love.
“Yeah, buddy. Mama’s tired.”
He rested his head on your arm again. “I help.”
You pulled him closer to your side. “You already are, sweet boy.”
Across the room, Jay moved in practiced silence, swaddling your daughter in the same blanket your son once used, the one with tiny moons and stars. She settled into it easily, eyes fluttering open just once before surrendering to sleep. Jay smiled softly at her, then turned back to you.
“You ready to lie down?” he asked gently, voice carrying the kind of love that makes everything feel manageable again.
You hesitated, arms full of your son now, his breathing slow and even.
Jay crossed the room and knelt again in front of you. “We’ll all go,” he said, reaching to lift your boy into his arms. “We’re in this together, remember?”
You nodded slowly, watching as your son snuggled into Jay’s shoulder without a word, completely content. And then, with shaking legs, you stood.
Jay pulled you close with one arm, his other full of your sleeping son, and you followed him into your room, where your daughter already waited, bundled like a bit of promise.
Jay laid your son down between the pillows, then helped you climb into bed. He didn’t say anything when you curled around both babies, one tucked in your arms, the other reaching for your hand in his sleep. He just slid in behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.
You lay there, surrounded by the people you created, the people who made you a mother in the rawest, most accurate, hardest, most sacred way.
Jay whispered into your ear as you finally let your eyes drift shut.
“You don’t have to be strong all the time. We’re your strength now, too.”
And in the safety of their warmth, you finally believed it.
