#jaypark

[hoonsbieber]

dial tragedy - enhypen when you don't pick up

Pairing: boyfriend enhypen x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: nothing

Note: listen to dial tragedy by EVAN (aka lee heeseung)

[heehxe]

maybe something where reader and bf!jay are secret agents who are forced to go to an event together and they’re like dressed up and stuff, then they suddenly have to kiss each other at the event to hide from someone seeing them!

pairing ⊹ ࣪ ˖ secret agent bf!jay x secret agent gf!reader ; word count: 566 genre: fluff, established relationship, suggestive. THE GALA WAS A LIE wrapped in crystal chandeliers. The hall looked like an extravagant dance floor with music and laughter, but to all those there, they were laughing and smiling while holding in secrets. You and Jay blended right in perfectly. Your hand rested on his arm like it belonged there. . His palm sat warm and familiar at the small of your back, thumb occasionally brushing your waist in a way that looked affectionate but was really grounding.

To anyone watching, you were just another rich couple enjoying the night.

To you, he was your boyfriend.

To the agency, you were assets.

Tonight, you were both.

"You're making a good impression on a lot of people," you murmured under your breath as Jay laughed with a foreign diplomat, his smile easy and devastating.

"You're jealous," Jay murmured back without looking at you.

"I'm observant."

He leaned closer, lips grazing your ear as he accepted another drink and handed it to you. "You love it when I work a room."

You hated to admit that he was right.

An hour passed before you noticed your target slowly slipping out of the room; you and Jay exchanged glances but said nothing.

You instinctively followed the suspect.

In the dimly lit hallway, the sounds of the ballroom faded slowly behind you as your heels softly clicked on the marble flooring while you maintained a safe distance between yourself and your target. That was when the target slowed to suddenly. "Jay," you whispered.

He already knew.

At that moment, the target turned. Instinctively, you took hold of Jay's lapel and pulled him towards you, he instantly responded by placing one hand on the wall next to your head. The other gripping your waist as he spun you and pressed you back against the cool stone. And then he kissed you, a hard, convincing kiss. His lips moved over yours with urgency, heat flaring instantly. It wasn't soft or tentative—it was the kind of kiss that screamed we shouldn't be here but we don't care.

His large and solid body shielded your body completely from view down the hallway.

You gasped quietly, surprised more than you should have. Jay took advantage of your surprise by deepening the kiss just enough to sell it.

"Too much?" he mumbled just above a whisper.

"Shut up," you whispered back, fingers fisting in his blazer to keep him close.

From the corner of your eye, you saw the target hesitate… then scoff and turn away, footsteps retreating back toward the ballroom.

Jay didn't pull back immediately and neither did you.

Your breathing was uneven now, heart racing for reasons that had nothing to do with the mission. His forehead rested briefly against yours, his thumb brushing your hip like he was steadying himself.

"Next time," he said quietly, "just give me a heads up."

"You reacted fast," you said, trying—and failing—to sound normal.

His lips curved into a familiar, dangerous smile. "I always do when it comes to you."

You cleared your throat, gently pushing against his chest even though you didn't really want to. "We should… go. Before someone else gets curious."

He pulled himself back just enough to look at you. His eyes were darker than they had been before, and held a look that caused your stomach to flip.

"Yeah," he said softly. "Back to pretending."

He took your hand again, fingers lacing naturally with yours as you walked back toward the light—two agents, two liars, one couple who maybe didn't need to fake it as much as they thought.

[seolbby]

𑣲⋆｡˚ treat you better— kim ryul

boys are trouble, boyfriends suck— ryul is forever

ryul x fem! reader, friends to lovers midsize poc reader, insecurities, mentions of race/racism

ignore timestamps mature language toxic relationship

authors notes: heyyy, this is my first lngshot fic 😝 this account has been for cortis thus far— masterlist here! but im excited to expand :) requests are open btw yayyy

[jaykiies]

STAR DANCER | PARK JONGSEONG & SIM JAEYUN

𓆩 The semester had been kicking your ass, non stop deadlines coupled with finals fast approaching - you were drowning. The second it was all over, you knew a big celebration was in order so when your friends practically begged you to hit the town, you obliged happily. A new, luxurious club had just opened up, it was a no brainer. Only after entering did you realise exactly the kind of club it was and exactly the kind of people that frequented it. Dark booths lining the wall, illuminated stage with towering poles, money scattered on the floor and the unwavering attention of an innocent boy named Jake and mysterious manager Jay. A strip club was somewhere you had never imagined yourself entering but with tuition fees looming, you found yourself centre stage, under the watchful eyes of those 2 men.

general cw: MDNI. strip club - pole & lap dancing. smut - pathetic!jake x reader, dominant!jay x reader & both x reader. mentions of alcohol. general lack of self respect lol.

note: welcome to this mini series! raise your hand if you want to be shared by jay and jake #need that.

i'll try to release these chapters every few days / weekly depending on life! chapters are subject to change - may add more.

taglist: if you want to be tagged in each chapter, comment and i will add you to the list!

CHAPTERS

01. LET THE CELEBRATION BEGIN

02. NIGHT TWO

03. CONFESSIONS

04. TROUBLES

05. TRAINING

06. WATCH HER

07. WHY NOT BOTH?

[celesteinluv]

A WEDDING BETWEEN US -- Sim Jaeyun

PAIRING -> Sim Jaeyun x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS -> You and Jake were high school sweethearts, the kind everyone else envied. Back then, you made a promise to your friends—you’d be at each other’s weddings, still together. Six years later, life didn’t exactly follow the plan. You broke up, moved to Paris to chase your dream of styling, and had long forgotten your life before. Until a letter arrived.

Your best friend, Ningning, was getting married. And somehow, you were the maid of honor… while Jake, your ex was the best man.

masterlist | next

ONE: Sting Operation

NOTES -> I ACTUALLY WANTED TO MAKE THEM SUPER CUTESY IDK... !! let me know in the comments if you liked thiss! 💗💗

Taglist: OPEN OBVS! @supershy3 @missoxy @woninlove @wobblymug @brat444gene @ikeufied @luvkiyomi @yjmcry @murafied @hannieandshuaantics

[chao-yufan-ki-lugai]

hi i just discovered your work and think its rlly good, i wanted to request a ryul lngshot where its a form party and everybody is there and its just a rlly vibey night lol and reader and him end up making out or something if that's ok (lovely a long request and I hope understand lol sorry)

NEVER LET GO - Ryul [LNGSHOT]

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Warnings :

alcohol mention . crowded party setting . making out/kissing . flirting . suggestive tension . jay park being nosy as hell . reader is an artist under morevision . second hand embarrassment . reader gets exposed in front of literally everyone . chaotic more vision energy throughout 😭

Word count: ~1.5k words

Author's note: Had been out of Tumblr for a few days due to work...but I'm back.....I tried my best, and I hope you like it🤏🤓

@hanni1bunny

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More Vision parties were always stupid.

Not bad stupid. Just…too much.

Too many people packed into one place, too much bass shaking the floor, too many half drunk producers yelling over each other like they were in a rap battle nobody asked for.

Jay Park was somehow thriving in it.

Of course he was.

You’d been at the party for maybe an hour now, sitting on the armrest of a couch with a drink in your hand while one of the LONGSHOT members lost his mind over the aux.

Someone switched the song.

Everyone booed immediately.

“You look miserable,” Ryul said, appearing beside you out of nowhere.

“I am miserable.”

“You’ve had one sip.”

“I hate crowded places.”

Ryul laughed quietly before stealing your drink straight from your hand.

“Hey—”

“Tastes terrible,” he said after taking a sip anyway.

“Then why’d you drink it?”

“Needed attention.”

“You’re so embarrassing.”

“Yet you keep talking to me.”

That stupid grin stayed on his face while he handed the cup back to you.

You hated how good he looked tonight.

Simple black shirt, silver chain, rings catching under the flashing lights every time he moved his hands. Hair messy from dancing earlier. Pretty enough to genuinely irritate you.

And the worst part was that he knew it too.

Across the room, Jay was yelling at someone over music while recording on his phone at the same time.

“How is he doing both?” you muttered.

“Years of experience.”

“Being annoying?”

“Exactly.”

Ryul leaned closer so you could hear him better over the music.

His shoulder brushed yours for barely a second.

Still enough to make your brain short circuit a little.

Annoying.

“You’ve been ignoring me all night,” he said.

“I saw you like ten minutes ago.”

“You looked at me and walked away.”

“Because you were surrounded by people.”

Ryul stared at you for a second.

Then smiled slowly.

“Ohhh.”

You narrowed your eyes immediately.

“Don’t start.”

“You got jealous?”

“I literally did not.”

“You literally did.”

Before you could argue, Louis suddenly dropped onto the couch beside you both.

“Thank god,” he sighed dramatically. “He finally found you.”

Ryul already looked tired.

“Leave.”

“No because all night it’s been ‘where are they’ this and ‘did they leave already’ that—”

Ryul shoved him off the couch instantly while everyone nearby started laughing.

You looked over at him slowly.

“…You were looking for me?”

“No.”

“You absolutely were.”

He clicked his tongue.

“You ask too many questions.”

The member who exposed him was still laughing from the floor.

“Hyung was actually losing his mind—”

“Get out.”

You tried not to laugh.

Failed horribly.

Ryul looked at you the second you laughed, and something about his expression changed for a second.

Softer.

Like he liked hearing it more than he should.

The realization made your stomach feel weird.

So naturally, you looked away first.

Coward.

“Wanna get outta here?” Ryul asked suddenly.

You blinked.

“Like…leave?”

“No, genius. Balcony.”

“Oh.”

He laughed under his breath.

Five minutes later, the two of you were outside while muffled music shook faintly behind the closed doors.

The cold air hit immediately.

It felt nice after being trapped inside all that noise.

You leaned against the railing while Ryul stood beside you, way quieter now than he was inside.

The city lights stretched below the building, glowing gold against the dark.

For a second, neither of you said anything.

Then—

“You really were jealous earlier.”

You turned your head slowly.

“Oh my god.”

Ryul was smiling again.

“You kept staring at me.”

“I was observing.”

“Me.”

“The room.”

“Me.”

“You’re actually unbearable.”

“And you like me anyway.”

The words came out so casually that your brain stopped working for a full second.

Ryul noticed immediately.

His smile faded into something smaller this time.

Less teasing.

More real.

“…You do, don’t you?”

Your heart started acting ridiculous.

“You flirt with everyone,” you muttered instead.

“I don’t look at everyone like this.”

That one got you quiet.

Completely.

The music inside thumped faintly through the walls while Ryul stepped closer, slow enough for you to notice.

Close enough now that you could smell his cologne.

Close enough that looking anywhere except his face suddenly felt impossible.

“You get nervous every time I flirt with you,” he said softly.

“You make it impossible not to.”

Ryul blinked once, clearly not expecting you to actually admit that.

Then he laughed quietly.

Not teasing this time.

Almost surprised.

“That bad?”

“You have no idea.”

His hand brushed yours for a second before resting against the railing beside you instead.

Still close.

Still enough to make your chest tight.

Inside the party, people suddenly started screaming lyrics loud enough to hear from outside.

Jay Park was definitely involved somehow.

Ryul looked at you again.

And god, that look was dangerous.

“You know I’ve wanted to kiss you for like…” he paused dramatically, “an embarrassing amount of time.”

You laughed quietly despite yourself.

“Embarrassing how?”

“Need-to-be-studied psychologically kind of embarrassing.”

“That’s insane.”

“You’re worth it.”

Your stomach flipped so hard it genuinely annoyed you.

“You can’t just say things like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because you sound serious.”

“I am serious.”

Oh.

Oh.

The teasing disappeared completely after that.

Ryul stepped closer again until your shoulder touched his.

Neither of you moved away.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly.

The fact that he asked so softly made your chest ache a little.

You nodded once.

That was enough.

Ryul kissed you carefully at first, one hand sliding lightly against your waist like he was scared to move too fast.

You grabbed his shirt immediately anyway.

Which made him smile against your mouth for half a second before kissing you properly again.

Warm.

Slow.

The kind of kiss that makes you forget there’s literally a party happening ten feet away.

Until—

The balcony door slammed open.

“RYUL, WOOJIN IS—”

Silence.

Ohyul and Wonin stood frozen in the doorway.

Louis appeared behind him.

Then Jay himself.

“Oh my god,” Jay whispered dramatically, grabbing someone’s shoulder. “I KNEW IT.”

You immediately pulled away while Ryul started laughing beside you.

“This is horrible,” you muttered, covering your face.

“No actually this is amazing,” Ohyul said.

Woojin already had his phone out.

“Delete that right now.” Ryul told him.

Jay looked way too proud of himself.

“I’ve been saying there was tension for MONTHS.”

“You act like this is your accomplishment,” you said.

“It is.”

Ryul was still laughing quietly beside you, shoulders shaking while the others completely lost their minds in the background.

Then he leaned closer again, completely ignoring everyone else.

“Told you you liked me back.”

You stared at him.

“…Shut up.”

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THE END~~

Requests are open!! I’m like a ChatGPT. It feels difficult to work without a prompt. Feel free to gimme your suggestions.

Peace out!!

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[skzaurora]

random texts with bf!jay;

pairing: idol!jay x fem!gf genre: fluff, fake texts/smau warnings: playful banter, spicy dumb texts, minors dni!!

just random texts with your boyfriend jay, who's a kpop idol.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

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[heeseung version, sunghoon version, jungwon version]

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

[wip!] the art & science of parenting || jay park

update: this fic's been posted!! click here to read!

a/n: hellaur everyoneeee here's a lil summary & drabble into another wip i'm working on rn,,,i had this idea in the back of my head for SO incredibly long (im talking since 2021 pls) and decided to finally go for it :') so here's a lil peek for the time being to prove i'm still alive heh. i hope you guys like this concept,,,idk why but i really envisioned jay in this trope maybe because i plan on making it very fun & lighthearted but mixed in with some serious & angsty tones...we shall seeeee....you know i love my college!aus and e2l!aus heheh anyways saur sorry im yapping now! lmk what you think & if you want to be tagged !!

genre: jay x female!reader, fluff, comedy, college!au, enemies to lovers!au, parenting!au (parenting a robot baby LMAO), sum angst maybe, both reader & jay are smartasses who don't know how to communicate and confront their feelings , also a bit of photographer!jay :')

summary: The Art & Science of Parenting 101 (PSY1009) – In this interactive course, students will explore the psychological, social, and biological foundations of parenthood. Through a mix of theory and hands-on practice, you'll master the art of raising a simulated baby—aka the 'robot child.' Late-night feedings, tantrum taming, and crisis control are all part of the deal. What you didn’t expect to be part of the deal? Getting paired with Jay Park—the last person you’d trust to raise, well, anything. You’re pretty sure he couldn’t even take care of a pet rock. Now, you’re stuck co-parenting this robot baby together for 40% of your final grade.  Warning: Sleep deprivation is guaranteed. And maybe, just maybe, some unexpected feelings for your disaster of a partner. Good luck!

longer drabble under cut! <3

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"Y/N and Jay."  

Wait. What?  

Your head snaps up so fast it's a miracle it didn't pop off your neck and roll away.  

You blink. You must have misheard.  

"Y/N and Jay," Professor Kim repeats as if she could read your confused expression, voice too nonchalant for the life-wrecking news she's about to deliver: "You two are partners."  

The words hit you like a bus. No, not even. The words hit you like a bus driven by a T-Rex that flips over, crashes into a building, and explodes into a million ashy pieces. And there you are—standing right in the middle of the wreckage, somehow still alive to suffer through every second of it—while Jay, smug as ever, whips around in his seat to face you.  

And of course, there it is: that look of his that screams 'This is going to be so much fun for me, and so much pain for you.' 

"Guess we're parents now, Y/N!" Jay chimes, his voice dripping with so much sarcastic enthusiasm you swear he just got handed an Oscar for Most Annoying Human. If that tone were a substance, you'd bottle it up and use it as insect repellent. On him. Repeatedly.  

You blink at him, you're sure—you're praying—this has to be some elaborate prank. Maybe Jay bribed Professor Kim with his rare attempt at turning in an assignment on time just to mess with you. Or maybe the universe just hates you and this is your karma for stealing your roommate's last ramen packet that one time a year ago.  

But no, Professor Kim keeps rattling off other pairs like it's business as usual, as if your entire academic career and sanity isn't currently being flushed down a metaphorical toilet, while you sit there, paralyzed, your brain rapidly melting into a useless puddle from the sheer thought of being paired with him.  

"What's wrong, Y/N?" Jay teases as he leans over the back of his chair towards you. "You don't want to play house with me?"  

You narrow your eyes at him, mentally wielding your imaginary bug spray like it's a holy weapon. "I don’t," you reply flatly. "In fact, I’d rather perform open-heart surgery on myself with a plastic spoon than co-parent with you." 

Jay’s eyes light up as his hand goes to his heart. "Aw, you really know how to make a guy feel special. This is why I like our little relationship, you know?" 

"Relationship?" You scoff loud enough to make the people sitting three rows behind you to glance in your direction. "The only thing we have in common is a shared oxygen supply." 

"See, that’s the spirit," he says, turning back to face the front like he didn't just ruin your life. And somehow, that pisses you off even more. Is it his voice? His stupidly perfect hair? The fact that he breathes in your general direction? At this point, he could literally sneeze, and it would still feel like a personal attack.

Is it too late to switch majors? Or schools? Maybe even countries? Surely, restarting your entire college career as a super senior would be better than spending the next six weeks parenting with Jay. Jay Park, who has probably never held anything more fragile than a Red Solo Cup.  

Jay Park, who is just sitting there, all calm and collected, clearly loving every second of your misery.  

While you're frozen in pure, unadulterated horror.  

Your grade? Plummeting as we speak.  Your robot baby? Probably going to need therapy by day two.  And you?  

You're screwed. 

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decided to go for a longer sneak peek than usual bc im very excited about this one heh :) i also changed up my title image formatting..trying out smth new !!!

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