𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇，❝ your anniversary with jay brings you even closer. ❞
1 591────jay ⋆ f!reader ✶ oneshot , pure fluff , tiny tiny amount of suggestiveness , jay deserves the world and wants to give it to yn .
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YN
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠 𝗪𝗔𝗦 quiet, apart from the rustle of fabric. i stared at the mirror, not quite processing that the girl in the reflection was me.
the dress i was wearing wasn’t ugly it just didn’t feel like me.
i did another spin, admiring the way the dress flowed, almost in a set rhythm, before sighing and sitting down on the bed behind me. why did jay think this was a good idea?
⸻
“i can’t believe i’ve already spent two years with the love of my life.” jay murmured into my neck, placing a soft kiss on my skin.
i giggled, intertwining his fingers with mine. “love of your life? that’s quite a bold statement there, park jongseong.” i teased.
i felt jay grin against my skin, pulling me closer until his chest was right against my back.
“not bold, just the truth.”
his simple statement made my heart do a flip. damn you jay for being so irresistible. did he know what effect just his words had on my mental sanity? probably not because he liked to do this quite often.
we sat in a comfortable silence. i concentrated on the rhythm of his breathing, unconsciously matching mine.
“sweetheart.”
i hummed in acknowledgement.
“you know how our anniversary is coming up soon?”
my heart raced at the mention of our anniversary.
“yes?”
jay looked up from where he was resting his head, before turning to meet my gaze. no matter how many times we’d been this close, his beauty still made my heart race like the very first time.
“i’d like you to properly meet my parents.”
my heart felt like it had stopped beating.
meet his parents?
that would be like asking me to balance fifty books on my head without dropping any whilst walking along the edge of a volcano. okay, a little over exaggerated but you get my point. there’s no possible way for me to meet jay’s parents without disappointing them.
“i know your scared sweetheart,” jay continued after i hadn’t immediately jumped at the idea, “but i promise you, my parents are going to love you. i know they will.”
jay’s voice was only sincere, and i knew how desperately he wanted to introduce me to his parents.
but it wasn’t that easy.
not for me anyways.
jay and i, we’re not the same. we don’t have similar backgrounds at all. to be frank, if i hadn’t studied my ass off seven years ago, i don’t think i ever would’ve met jay.
and to this day, i’m still amazed that from all the girls he had his shot with, he chose me.
but let’s consider the possibility that i did meet his parents, what would i even say?
‘hello, i’m your son’s girlfriend. we haven’t met for so long because i’m terrified of both of you and what you will think of me once you get to know me.’
god, i’m so stupid.
“you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
jay’s soft voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
“i know you’re scared of what they’d think of you,” he continued, “even though i know they’d love you. but i understand if you don’t—”
“no.” i said firmly, “i’ll do it. i’ll meet your parents.”
after everything jay had done for me, i could at least do this for him.
jay’s face lit up immediately and he pulled me in for a quick peck on the lips. without wasting another second, he jumped up from the bed and grabbed his phone off the nightstand.
“i’ll tell them now!” he said excitedly, rushing out the room, he face practically glowing from happiness.
i smiled and nodded, watching him bounce away.
i could do this.
⸻
and yet, here i sat, staring at my reflection like it didn’t belong to me.
jay would be here soon and i still hadn’t managed to calm my nerves.
i stood up quickly, pacing around the room, sighing in frustration. if i was only meeting his parents tonight, i think i wouldn’t have been so nervous. but was that the case?
of course not.
jay’s parents were having one of their famous galas tonight and they decided that tonight specifically is when they wanted to meet me.
meet jay’s crazy rich parents at a crazy rich gala in front of a crazy amount of people who are also crazy rich.
perfect.
there was no way i would fit in with their type of people.
but even after jay told me all of this, his tone apologetic because he knew i was already terrified to meet just his parents, i still agreed.
i mean, i may be a pathetic loser, but i refused to be a pathetic girlfriend.
i paused. i looked at myself in the mirror again. the dress glistened in the dim lighting of my room. it practically sparkled with each move. who knows how much jay had spent on this thing.
but the longer i looked at it, the more it grew on me.
maybe—maybe, this wouldn’t be to bad.
before i could second guess the positive thoughts i was having, i heard the doorbell ring, that stupid noise echoing through the cramped walls of my apartment.
well, no backing out now.
i touched up my makeup one last time before heading towards the door. shyly, i opened the door, peeking around the corner.
there stood jay, the usual bouquet of flowers in his hands and usual charming looks, waiting for me.
i couldn’t help but smile, quickly throwing the door open and pulling him close.
“woah, calm down sweetheart, you’re going to crush your flowers!” jay laughed, though even as he said those words he pulled me even closer.
i reluctantly released jay from my grasp, just enough for him to see me fully.
“you look gorgeous. just like you always do.” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. i smiled against his lips, feeling my body go fuzzy.
this was so unfair. how dare jay make me feel like a highschooler with a crush again?
“you’re looking extremely handsome today too jay,” i said with a smile, “going to make it impossible for me to keep my hands to myself.”
jay laughed again, a rich sound that sent shivers down my body.
“trust me love, later you can have your way with me.” he whispered, his breath ghosting along my neck, before extending an arm towards me, “come on, we should get going.”
i gratefully accepted his arm, allowing him to lead me out towards where his car was parked.
the car stood out like a stick in the mud. no doubt someone had already attempted to take it.
i eyed the area, cautious of my surroundings, though jay didn’t seem to care and instead ushered me inside, shutting the door gently.
by the time we had set off, my nerves had begun to act up again.
my knee bounced uncontrollably as i took my lip hostage between my teeth. who was i kidding, i was never going to fit in with jay’s family. this was a stupid idea. allowing myself to date jay in the first place was a stupid idea. i didn’t deserve him.
my knee stilled as i felt someone’s hand on my leg.
“hey.”
i looked up from the ground to jay. there would probably be a hole in the car from how hard i’d been glaring at it.
“don’t worry. nothing you do tonight will ever make me think less of you,” jay said, still keeping his eyes on the road, but his tone was soft and sincere, making it known he was paying attention to me.
“if anything happens, anything at all, i’ll be there with you. okay?”
i took a moment to process jay’s words, just allowing them to fully soak into my consciousness.
“okay.” i nodded with a smile.
jay was right.
everything would be alright.
⸻
“we’re here.” jay announced, smoothly parking in between two types of cars that looked more display worthy rather than for actual use.
i took a final deep breath before turning to jay.
“i promise i won’t try to embarrass you.”
jay smiled, cupping my face gently, “nothing you say or do will embarrass me love, believe me.” he pressed a gentle kiss against my lips, making my head spin again.
“shall we go inside then?”
i nodded with a small smile. “let’s go.”
“that’s my girl.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my hand before exiting the car. he quickly appeared on my side of the car and opened my car door for me.
“come on princess, you prince is waiting.” he teased, offering me his arm once more.
i accepted it with a laugh, allowing him to lead me to the entrance of the almost full hall.
inside, i could see guests chatting away happily, their dresses glittering under the grand chandelier like stars in the night sky. champagne bubbled and fizzled in glasses whilst others danced.
from where we stood, it looked sort of like a family gathering. albeit a large, extravagant one, but it wasn’t as terrifying as i thought it would be.
jay’s voice snapped me out of my small daydream.
“ready?”
i took one last look at the scene in front of me, before nodding. “ready as i’ll ever be.”
jay smiled, pulling me closer, “i love you.” he whispered.
“i love you too.” i replied with a smile.
and with that, jay led me into the fairytale i had just been admiring moments before.
— a memoir of all the times jay told himself that it wouldn’t kill him to not be with you and the one time he admitted that it would drive him insane to watch you walk away.
꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧
genre : fluff/angst w comfort ; childhood besties to lovers (?)
pairings : jay x fem!reader
wc : 6.1k+ words
cw :
☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ non-idol!au
☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ reader is named love
☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ reader is bio inclined, overachiever
☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ft. heeseung, and beomgyu
☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ heerina mentioned
☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ reader has a mental breakdown and argues with jay over something (tw!!!)
☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ reader and beomgyu have strict parents are siblings (implied toxic parenting)
☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ pining ( a lot a lot a lot a lot) + wingman!heeseung
☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ lmk if i missed something hehe
☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ kinda proofread ( kinda still has typos/errors lmao )
listen to : waltz of four left feet - shirebound (for princesses , by thieves , 2019)
꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧
elementary school; the feral animal
“You like her,” Heeseung, his best friend, a year older than him, teased.
“Hell no,” Jay replies immediately appalled that he was being accused of liking you. You’ve known each other since you were in diapers, your mothers were obsessed with dressing you with matching clothes as babies—you were practically like brother and sister at this point. Plus, you always steal his food. He definitely does not like you.
“So you wouldn’t mind if I date her in the future?”
“Hell no, Heeseung,” he shrugged, pushing Heeseung away from him. “Love is not even old enough to date. Not until she’s like 38.”
“I have 28 years to wait then,” Heeseung pushed, grinning to annoy him even more as Jay’s eyes followed your running figure. You had this obnoxiously fat frog in your hands while you ran after your brother, Beomgyu, around the playground.
“You would want to date that?” Jay rolled his eyes. “She’ll grab every little animal she could find and give it to you.”
“That’s fine.”
“Heeseung, she’s had every single antiviral vaccine that her parents can find because she’s insane and wouldn’t stop grabbing things, what makes you think you can handle that feral animal,” Jay argued with him. “And stop it. She’s not going to date you.”
Heeseung couldn’t help but snort at the way he described you—so accurate and precise—especially with how you looked right now. The hem of your yellow dress was covered in mud, your white shoes are not even white anymore, your pigtail braids are loose and there’s a missing ribbon at the end of one of the pigtails—you were a free spirit with a fascination for animals, that’s for sure, but ‘feral animal’ works too. Heeseung knew you were a lot to handle and while Jay is seemingly annoyed by all these, everyone would be surprised to know that he had an entire backpack filled with your change of clothes, and a first aid kit that even your brother would’ve never brought for you.
“Why don’t you want Love to date me, huh?” Heeseung chuckled.
“Because you can’t handle her, Heeseung,” Jay replied as a matter of factly.
“Can you?”
“Who else is going to tolerate her crazy ass?”
“So you like her?”
“No, Heeseung, I don’t like her.”
“So if she dates someone else, you’ll be okay with it?”
“Shut up,” Jay snaps at him as Heeseung laughs in satisfaction. Clearly, the thought of you dating Heeseung isn’t the one bothering him—it’s the idea that you were going to date someone one day that strikes the nerve.
“I don’t know, man,” Heeseung chuckled. “Would it kill you to imagine that Love will date someone else that isn’t you?”
“It’s not going to kill me, Heeseung. She’s going to date when she’s 38 and it’s not going to be with you. You’d be too old and probably dead by then,” Heeseung laughed at the exaggeration.
Jay was annoyed. Why is his best friend even so interested in dating you? You’re not even allowed to date yet, you and Jay were literally 10 years old. What makes him think it’s okay to think about dating you? And him? Getting killed by the thought that you will date anyone other than him? He can’t even imagine being your boyfriend! You’re going to take his food for the rest of his life if that happens! He’s going to be annoyed. It’s not going to kill him to see you date someone—just not now!
sophomore year; the prodigy and the stage bestie
Jay doesn’t even know how you managed to live two completely different lives and excel in both because how the hell is he waiting by the door of the school auditorium with your gym bag, waiting for your Science quiz bee to end just so you could quickly change into your jersey and be in the field just in time for your soccer championship match? He can barely even keep up with school work and you’re out here doing intense extracurriculars like it’s just your pastime hobby!
“Thank you, Jongseong!” you tell him as you hurriedly sit on the bench just outside the bathroom to get your shoes on. You get one of your cleats on one foot while Jay knelt down immediately to help you get in the other one. He pats your knees three times before getting up, as if in a quiet way to tell you that he wishes you good luck. “What would I do without you?”
“Crash and burn, probably,” he replied nonchalantly as he grabbed your gym bag from you once again before you sprinted towards the field where your teammates already were just beginning your warm up session.
“I knew you’d be here,” Heeseung chuckled as he sat next to him by the bleachers as he was folding your school uniform that you carelessly stashed inside your gym bag when you changed earlier. “Of course,” he chuckled as soon as he realized what Jay was doing. “What a good stage friend you are.”
“You know some people really just want things to be neat,” Jay tells him. “And supportive.”
“You don’t do this for me when I have basketball matches,” Heeseung argues.
“Heeseung, you never make it to the championships and when you do, you’re always benched,” Jay rolled his eyes at him.
“Ow!” Heeseung laughed at him, not one bit hurt about the truth Jay just said to retort. “You really hurt my feelings there. I’m sorry I’m not a prodigy, like your dear darling Love!”
“Yeah right,” Jay half-heartedly replies at him, not wanting to be subjected to Heeseung teasing any longer.
You really were a prodigy of some sort. It was a shame your parents were always busy that they never got to see how amazing you were in the things that you do. His mom frequently stood in for them, but when she got busy too, it was always him who stood by the sidelines to support you. Jay was your stage best friend—the one who wouldn’t think twice to mouth words while you were on stage when he feels like you’re going to forget the next words to your spiel or the one who’ll make sure all your things are complete and packed whenever you have to compete outside of school. He was, in fact, right. You would crash and burn without him.
“You know, best friends don’t look at each other that way,” Heeseung shrugged as you stood in the middle of the field looking over to the both of them waving both of your arms while jumping to let them know that you know where they are.
“I’ll do good for you!” You scream at the top of your lungs, placing both your hands at the sides of your mouth as if it would make your voice any louder over the warm up music playing from the school speakers.
It’s ritualistic, you always did that. With anything you did, you always found yourself scanning the crowd to look for Jay, Heeseung and your brother. They were always together anyway so they weren’t that hard to find. As soon as you do, you always scream the same thing, I’ll do good for you.
“And I don’t care about what you think, Lee Heeseung,” Jay replied as Beomgyu sat next to his other side.
“That untidy ass rat,” he says, watching as Jay places your blouse neatly back in your duffle bag. “You always clean up after that little rat that she doesn’t even know how to clean up after herself.”
“She’s the way she is,” Jay sighed, rolling his eyes as he tugged the zipper close just in time as the referee blew his whistle.
You bolt down the field to chase the ball. You were impressive to say the least. You were like a little thunderbolt zooming around that only seemed to go faster when you were dribbling the ball between your feet.
You have always been anything but ordinary in Jay's eyes. Something about you made everything seem easy and light—something about you screamed safety to him. And maybe it's the way that you've always told him that you felt the same way about him made it seem normal and platonic.
But to your brother's and Heeseung's eyes, they are so damn sure no one's ever looked at Love the way Jay did. Especially not after Jay looked at you like that since his eyes probably knew how to function. No one will ever be as in love with you as Jay is and as disgusting as it sounded, even if Beomgyu and Jay are practically the best of friends too, he'd rather see you with him than with some guy who'd you some half-assed confessions of love that he'd be damned to believe to even be half baked.
If there was anyone in this world who would know how to love you the same exact way that you deserved to be loved, that's Jongseong. No one else.
“Goal!” Beomgyu roared as soon as your last penalty kick went through your opposing team's goal.
Jay doesn't think twice before he grabs your bag to run down the flight of stairs towards the field to get to you. You would be crazy to think twice too, as soon as the ball went in, you were so sure your feet were already running towards Jay who was always running towards you as well. The older one almost falls back when you crash on him, arms wrapping around your body, barely caring that you were drenched in sweat. There was nothing in this world that you wanted at the moment than to be in your best friend's arms.
The hug felt like a thousand minutes long but it wasn't long enough until your brother's proud voice neared your direction.
“Love!” he picked you up and swayed you around like you weren't bolting around the field like it was nothing just a few minutes ago. “I am so fucking proud of you!”
Even the mere action of watching you be exactly who you are makes his heart swell. You are exactly who you are and he could never imagine seeing you as anything different. So yes, maybe Heeseung was kind of right—he did have feelings for you—but is he really going to admit that?
No. He’s smarter than that.
He’s smarter than letting all those years of friendship go away because he had feelings for the one girl he swore he didn’t like. But at the same time, it’s not like he had a choice. The heart wants what it wants. And clearly it couldn’t beat for anyone but Love. So if it meant that he’ll always be Love’s constant, he’ll live with it. It wouldn’t kill him to never admit it. It wouldn’t kill him to just be Jay, the stage best friend to Love, the prodigy. That’s okay.
college senior year; the human and the pressure
Shit hit the fan too fast. One moment you were complaining about not having enough sleeping time while you balanced two majors on your shoulders with your finals approaching then the next thing you knew, you and Jay were fighting about the mess in the living room. In hindsight, you knew Jay was right. He’s been picking up after you for the past two weeks and he’s been having a hard time adjusting to his rank and file position in his Dad’s company that he insisted on having first before taking on a more significant role. You don’t even know why you were still fighting about it—but you couldn’t stop.
The hurt you had inside you only seemed to grow at the same rate as your bestfriend’s frustration as you felt smaller and smaller than him the more he talked about how tired he was with his corporate job. You were still provided for by your parents as they had a deal with you that they’d keep on providing for you up until you finish your majors. You never had to worry about your part of the rent and your living expenses as you were still provided for. Jay, on the other hand, has met the end of the same deal with his parents and had to work for every dime he spends on his cost of living.
You are proud of him, of course. But pressure started to bubble inside you as your parents started asking about when you were going to finish, or where you planned on working given that your line of work did not go remotely close to your family's business. Oh and holy shit, you don't even know when you were going to finish your thesis or if it was even possible to finish it this term. Everyone is starting their lives—and you're still stuck in what feels like an endless loop that you put yourself in.
“I only asked you to pick up after yourself, Love,” he sighs heavily. He wasn't even yelling but his point but frustration coated every word that came out of his mouth which killed you even more than you thought it would. “That's all I ask for. We have to keep the place tidy. The rent is not cheap, Love. If it's going to be that expensive we might as well live in comfort and not in this… trash room looking living room.”
“I literally told you I was going to!”
“Love, you have 3 coffee mugs on the coffee table! There's paper everywhere. You even have an unfinished coffee by the sink.” It would've been better if he was yelling. It would've meant he was angry. But no. Disappointment was plastered on his face and it was the first time you saw it. He's never looked at you with disappointment before and that burned a pit in your stomach. You've never felt so small.
“I'll… I'll get it. Let me just finish this. I'll clean up, I promise.”
Jay just shrugged, shoulders dropped in exhaustion before walking to his room.
The room that he pays for. The room that he works hard for. And you? You had everything handed to you on a silver platter. You'd be stupid to not know what your colleagues have been saying about you—how you could afford to chase two majors and still be at the top of your game because it's all you had to do. You never had to work a day in your life which gives you an advantage in what was meant to be an even playing field. You were privileged. You don't deserve to be there. You were only there because you had money and the luxury of time because you don't have to slave away in an inhumane capitalist hole just to make it out alive.
“I'm sorry!” You tell him before he shuts his door.
He might be exhausted but he will never deny that he heard the choke in your words when you apologized. It was the first time he heard you apologize to him. You rarely ever did anything wrong in his eyes.
It was his turn to feel the guilt. He knows you haven't been sleeping well the past few days and he wonders whether or not it was just right to spill that out on him, especially now that your finals are just looming around the corner.
He didn't even get to warm up his bed before he's back in the living room, only to see it cleared up from your days old coffee mugs and scratch papers. Your usual presence, always sitting on the same spot on the floor rug, empty.
His heart pounded in fear and guilt that you may have gone out at this time of the night while you were upset. But it all momentarily fades away as soon as he hears you sniffle in the kitchen—key word, momentarily—because it all crashes back to him twice the magnitude when realizes that he made you cry.
Something he had never done before.
Something he swore he'd never do.
“Love,” he sighed, moving over to the kitchen sink where your body racked with sobs as you washed the dirty cups. “I'm sorry.”
“I…” The way she sobbed only cracked his heart even more than it already is. “I'm going to try harder. I'll just stay at Beomgyu's place until my finals end. I really am sorry, Jay.”
You avoided his gaze as you tried to squeeze yourself past him but he managed to grab you. “Love.”
“Jay.” She responds flatly, as she kept looking down. “I'll be back Friday next week… if you still want me back… if not—”
“Don't do this—”
“I'll just take my things—”
“Love! Listen to me!” he calls out sternly, shaking you a bit. “I didn't mean it.”
“You do.” you replied angrily at him. “You don't have to lie to me, Jongseong. I already have to put up with my mom asking when I'm going to get out of school and comparing me to how good you're handling life. All I can fucking do is go to school and I don't even know if I can finish it on time and… my mom is breathing on my neck because you've always been the normal child that she wanted!”
“And it's not even your fault that she likes you better than me…” your voice shook as you looked at him. “It's unfair for you that I feel this way because you've always treated me the way that you always do. I shouldn't have ill feelings for the only person who doesn't see me less. But… I'm not good like you, Jongseong. I'm sorry.”
It hit him. Like a fire truck, lights on with sirens on full volume.
The pressure was catching up on her and she’s breaking under it all.
Jay never saw you as the type to crack under pressure. You’ve done so many academic stints and quite frankly thrived under the pressure of audience and expectations. Pressure makes diamonds and you were nothing less of that and it was something everyone believed about you. You were indestructible. But just like everybody else, Jay too, forgot that you were human. And you weren’t built to withstand pressure for years and years and years. You were bound to break. You were bound to falter just like every other human does—something Jay, even with his adoration and unconditional positive regard for you, overlooked.
“I’m going to be back after finals, I’m sorry,” you mumbled, shaking his hand away from your arm before you ran towards your bedroom to pack the necessities you needed for the next week. If you forget anything you can just go back and pick it up when Jay is in the office, he doesn’t have to be bothered about your presence at all.
Jay appears in by your slightly open door, tears in his eyes as well.
“You don’t have to leave, Love,” he tells you, voice shaking as he stands by the door. “I’m sorry I said that. I don’t have a good excuse for it. I’m sorry, okay? Please don’t… Please don’t do this.”
“Don’t make this hard, please,” you tell him as you zip up your duffle bag.
“Please…”
“Jongseong.”
“No, you’re not going,” he tells you even though he knows there’s already nothing he can do to stop you.
“Friday next week, if you still want me back I will be back,” you tell him, reaching for his hand to assure him that you’ll be back… if he wants you back.
“Love…”
You left. You made sure Beomgyu called him to make sure you made it to his apartment safe and sound. And your crying should’ve ended there. You got what you wanted. You got out of your shared apartment like you said you would, so why are you crying in your brother’s room like there was anything he could do to fix the mess that you made?
“You know, it wouldn’t kill mom if you couldn’t… you know… finish college on time,” Beomgyu sighed as he entered his room with a glass of water. “You’re juggling two majors, Love. Not everyone makes it out on time.”
“It won’t,” you tell him truthfully, a sob escaping just after you spoke, “but it will kill me.”
“What will kill you is if you don’t let yourself breathe,” he replies sternly. “Look, I know Jay’s taken care of you more than I ever did. But if you don’t rest, things like that happen. Jay can only take so much. You can only take so much. You don’t have to give a fuck what Mom says. If they cut your allowance money off, I’d gladly support your ass if that’s what’s going to get you to slow down.”
“I can’t…”
“Why?”
“Gyu,” you look at him, his eyes were already filled with pity for how poorly you're handling this. “Being an overachiever is all that I’ve ever been. If I’m not good enough anymore, I… I’m not sure what or who I am.”
Beomgyu sighs, suddenly realizing that he shouldn’t have let it go this far. “I thought you liked doing a lot of things,” he says. “I never thought you’d get tired of things, because you loved doing what you do and you didn’t seem to mind whenever your coaches or whenever mom pushed you.”
“I should’ve slowed you down,” he tells you, walking over to pull you into a hug. “You were too young to do so much anyway.”
The atmosphere was heavy. To be fair, it’s always been like that in your family, but you carried it with grace and Beomgyu often laughed it off. No one seemed to care enough to point out that you were too young to be doing so much and you were maturing too quickly. Come to think of it, you don’t even remember being a child. The earliest memory you could remember was being in a playground with your brother, Jay and Heeseung, you were playing with frogs but even that was purposeful—you were a kinesthetic learner and with your mom being a frustrated medical student who had to shift to business to take on her family’s airline business—she allowed you. She let you learn about nature as you experience it but that too could not last forever. You eventually had to take advanced classes—got into weekend school that allowed you to learn with laboratory equipment. Soccer? You were only allowed because it was extra credentials to get into prestigious colleges. As soon as you step into university, you don’t even remember the last time you stood on grass if it’s not collecting specimens. And you liked it, that’s why stopping even just for a moment never crossed your mind. You liked doing a lot of things—only that you forgot that you could also get tired doing the things you liked to do.
college senior year; the waltz of four left feet
Jay left the light in your foyer every night that you were gone. He knew you really weren’t going to be back until your finals were over—but just in case… Just in case you decided to come home to him earlier, he didn’t want to make you feel like he wasn’t waiting for you.
He was.
He waited for you every night… until 2AM, your usual sleeping time, regardless if he had to be up early the next day. He waited for you in the living room in hopes that he’d be there when you came home even though he knew it was unlikely.
Even Heeseung noticed that you were gone and Jay didn’t have to tell him. Jay didn’t talk about you for a day and that was enough time for him to conclude that something happened. The second day and still no news about what funny thing you did last night during dinner, and he was already on Beomgyu’s messages asking what the fuck just happened between you and Jay and why his friend is all of a sudden acting aloof.
“How did you do it?” Jay asks, mumbling under his breath, just loud enough for Heeseung to hear while they sat in the office pantry having their lunch.
“Did what?” Heeseung’s brows furrowed, confused about the sudden question and how his asshole of a friend couldn’t even bother to give him context before asking how he did what.
“You and Karina,” he blurted out. “How did you know you were in love with her? How did you find out?”
Heeseung’s lips curved into a smile, almost victorious, as he realized where this conversation was going. He didn’t want to ruin it though. He was tired of Jay’s emotional constipation and your blatant disregard for your own feelings. It’s always been obvious. While arguably could be platonic, Jay never dated. You never dated as well. You never found yourself telling your friends that you were in love with someone—apart from the fact that you and Jay made a pact that you guys would get married at 30 if you were still single and unmarried by then. Cliche. Heeseung almost vomited when he witnessed it in a small gathering where you and Jay were drinking under supervision. It was the first time you both fell drunk and it was the first thing you guys said. Like the two of you were just waiting for an opportunity to say it and getaway with it without Heeseung and Beomgyu’s teasing.
“If you think you’re in love, then you probably are,” Heeseung replied to him simply.
“I don’t get it,” Jay starts, setting his chopsticks down on top of the bowl before looking at Heeseung dead in the eye. “Why is it so sudden? We’ve been best friends for so long and I never…” Jay trailed on his words. He didn’t know how to describe the feeling. He knew it wasn’t going to kill him to be away from you. But it will drive him insane and it shouldn’t because you promised to come back and he knew you will be back… but why did it hurt? Why does it feel like he’s going insane?
“Never what?”
“I never felt this way,” he sighs heavily. “I never felt like it’s going to kill me to not have her. I’ve always been okay with being the friend on the side…
Jay’s always been okay with toeing the line between being something more and being okay with just being in the background of her life. He’s always been okay to just be there. He’s always been okay with the idea of you leaving your shared apartment and being with someone who isn’t him even if the both of you had spent most of your life next to each other.
“I don’t understand why I don’t think I have it in me now to just be that and watch her walk away from me again.”
“You’ve never had the chance to be away from Love,” Heeseung says carefully. “The same goes for Love. The both of you have never been away from each other. Never dated anyone. Never been linked to anyone, even. The closest we have is you getting pissed over the thought of me being with Love even though we both know I don’t see her like that.
“I can bet you this month’s salary that even your parents know that you’ve been in love with Love since you were a kid,” Heeseung continues. “It’s all that you’ve known, Jongseong. And maybe it can be confusing to understand that kind of love can grow into something else because this relationship shit is confusing and complicated at its best and the risk of ruining everything that there ever was will always be there. But it can’t be helped. And it shows right now.”
“Fuck.”
“God, I thought I’d be on my deathbed by the time I get to do that monologue with you,” Heeseung snorted, patting his friend’s shoulder. “You’re going to be fine. Finals are over. She’s probably back in your apartment by now.”
“That’s even worse.”
“Nothing worse than going home without flowers and a written script for your apology for being the biggest asshole on the planet,” Heeseung shrugged before gathering his ramen cup and disposing it in the trash under the sink. “I’ll text you about Karina's favorite flower shop. Go get something, man.”
So, as soon as his finger was off that time clock by the lobby his eyes were already fixed on some language of flowers website Karina had texted him. Heeseung really doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut. He thought as soon as he saw Karina’s text which included a link and a flower suggestion best for an apology.
And he did what Heeseung asked him too. He wrote an entire script for his apology, even a list of things he has to apologize for and the things he wants to say as a back up for when he stutters with his speech. Embarrassing. But would the thought of her leaving for good be the death of him for real? Definitely. So if making a fool out of himself would be the way to make her stay, then be it.
He was dancing to the sound of love with two left feet. He has absolutely no idea how things are even working out but it’s okay. At least he’s at a point of conviction that it is going to be fine and nothing is not worth losing you for.
By the time his keys are giggling on the apartment door, he could already hear rustling inside of the home and for once after a good while, the space felt warmer, like an orange hue wrapped the whole apartment and it wasn’t just the warm light lamp shades that you had in the living room or the overhead lights in the kitchen—it wasn’t the lavender candles in the coffee table, the smell of cooked pasta on the stove, and the vintage vinyl player that he got you for your birthday last year, playing Get It Right the First Time by Billy Joel. It was home again, somehow. Because you were back.
“Jay?” Your voice echoed inside the apartment, as you emerged from the walk-in pantry in your pink gingham apron, stained with tomato sauce. “Dinner is ready. I was just putting back–”
You didn’t even get to finish your sentence. You were enveloped in Jay’s arms before you could process it. He didn’t even care if the tomato sauce stain would transfer in his crisp dress shirt, the flowers he brought were forgotten, placed carelessly on the table as he wrapped his arms around you.
“Seong?” Your voice was soft and you never would’ve expected it, but it easily turned to be his breaking point. He missed you. So damn much. And he underestimated just how much until you were back in his arms and now, with the realization of just how in love he is with you. “Are you okay?”
Jay pulls back, just a little bit, just enough to see your face completely. Every crevice and curve of your face, something he longs to memorize still even though he’s seen it more than he’s seen himself.
“Why are you crying?” you ask, the back of your hand reaching for his face and wiping the tears that stained his tired features.
“You came back,” he breathes out, lips curving into a smile in contrast to the continuous flow of tears from his eyes. “Oh my God, you’re back.”
“I am back,” you repeat, smiling back at him before you playfully joked, “why the fuck are you still crying?”
“I don’t know,” he laughed, both hands moving to hold your face before pressing a firm kiss on your forehead. Something he’s always done, a reassurance—a reminder that was more for him than it is for you, that he had you and you had him. “I’m sorry for being an ass—”
“Oh,” you shut him really quickly. “That was on me. I was being a slob and none of it was because of you. It was unfair of me to dump it all on you when it wasn’t your problem to deal with in the first place.”
“But–”
“No buts, Jongseong. I’m not a kid anymore, and I should be responsible for myself,” you explained.
Jay couldn’t argue with you. Not because he thinks you’re absolutely right—partly because he knew it was pointless, you were never going to accept an apology for your altercation, and partly because he knew that you had a point and it wasn’t his place to invalidate your growth upon that realization.
So, he apologizes for the next big mistake. “Well then I’m sorry for letting you walk away.”
“I needed that, Seong,” you tell him as you lean to his touch. “You shouldn’t be apologizing for it.”
“It broke me,” he says. “I’m sorry for letting you walk out without telling you just how much I regret hurting you with what I said. I’m sorry that you had to walk away for me to realize how absolutely insane it is to not realize it sooner.”
“Realize what?” Your lips curved into a soft smile that tells him you’ve always known. A smile that tells her, you’ve always been his. “I love you, Jay.”
He almost choked, tears were flowing down his face once again. He tries to say something but no words come out.
Why did he turn mute all of a sudden? Why is his heart beating so fast? Why is he crying?
His body moved before he could stop himself. He pulls your face closer, kissing your lips this time. Soft. Warm. Sweet. His brain goes haywire as you kiss him back, lips moulding into his perfectly, moving in sync as if you’ve done this a thousand times before with him.
“My Love,” he mumbles to you as he pulls away, keeping his forehead pressed against yours.
“Your Love,” you reassure him.
“I love you,” he hums, as he closes his eyes, letting himself drown in the feeling.
Soft. Warm. Sweet.
You were home. And you were his.
“The food is going to get cold,” you remind him, with a soft smile. “Gyu went to our grandma’s just to get her to call me and teach me how to cook this—go eat up.”
“Since when did you start cooking?”
“Since I realized that Gyu and I will starve to death if I don’t learn,” you laughed, as you moved swiftly around the kitchen to set the table.
He couldn’t help but feel his heart swell. You’ve always had a way to charm the people around you. You’ve had a way around things. You were so strong, stronger than you’ve always thought of yourself and he can’t help but smile as he realizes that you’ve grown so much and you don’t give yourself enough credit for growing so beautifully in the conditions that you’ve always been in.
“Well don’t just stand there, put these in here,” you tell him, handing him the flowers he had brought and the glass vase you’ve always had under the sink that you were almost convinced was never going to be used because you were both too busy to find the time to get fresh flowers to put in them.
You’d argue that you absolutely know what you’re doing—that you wouldn’t fuck this up, mostly because you don’t like admitting when you’re wrong. But were you going to deprive yourself of something that feels right? You’ve always been in conditions where easy probably means you’re doing something wrong—well, fuck that. If it’s wrong, then it’s the only time you’d rather be wrong.
You doubt that it is, though. Everyone would doubt if it is really wrong.
Because you were almost sure that everyone knew before you and Jay did.
The thought of that brings you both comfort that whatever it is, even in conditions that are heavy and hard to accept, at least it is true.
And in this humble little abode, where it is soft, warm and sweet, sometimes lit with lavender candles and yellow overhead lights, sometimes with used cups on the coffee table and clutter in almost every corner, no one can take that love from you because you’ve always had it.
It’s always been there and it’s finally had its time to be realized and noticed.
꩜ ‧.°. 𖦹.°.‧ ꩜‧.°.𖦹 .°.‧
a/n:
guess who's back from the dead !!! lmao so,,, i graduated from college ??? with latin honors ??? ( i'm officially free from the shackles of ph education and now bound to the world of unemployment as i struggle to find a big girl job ) anyway , this has been in my docs for a good while now along with my other wips that i haven't found the braincells to finish bcos of how crazy my life has been lately !!! gna update u guys on how it's gna go when i finish it or if i ever will ( lmao )
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An evening of candlelight, seaside ice cream, and starlit kisses turns a simple night into the beginning of always.
pairing ⫘ jay x fem!reader
genre: fluff | skinship | kissing | est. relationship
Note: After a long time.... hope y'all like it :)
The night outside was calm, the moon hanging low in the sky, casting a soft silver glow over the city. The distant hum of cars echoed faintly, blending with the rustle of leaves swaying in the cool breeze. Our apartment windows were slightly open, letting in the gentle night air that carried a hint of jasmine from the nearby garden. The world outside felt quiet and still, but inside, it was warm, cozy and filled with love.
The soft glow of fairy lights danced across the walls, making the space feel even more intimate. The scent of something delicious wafted through the air, teasing my senses and pulling me towards the kitchen.
Jay was standing by the stove, his back to me, completely lost in what he was doing. He wore that old apron I had bought as a joke—it had ‘Master Chef’ printed on it—but tonight, he looked like one. His sleeves were rolled up, and his brow furrowed slightly as he stirred the simmering sauce with care.
“Smells amazing,” I murmured, leaning against the door of the kichen, a soft smile tugging at my lips.
He glanced back at me, his eyes lighting up instantly. “Good timing. I was just about to call you.”
“Looks like you didn’t need to,” I teased, stepping closer. “What’s on the menu, Chef Park Jong-Seong?”
“Pasta. But not just any pasta,” he said dramatically, holding up the fork for me to taste. “It’s my special garlic butter shrimp pasta.”
I leaned in, taking a small taste, and my eyes widened instantly. “Oh my God, Jay! This is so good!”
His grin was full of pride. “You like it?”
“Like it? I might need to marry you just so I can eat this forever,” I joked, nudging him playfully.
“Noted,” he winked, going back to plate the dish with an expert’s touch.
The warm, buttery scent filled the air as he set the plates on the table, where candles flickered softly, casting a romantic glow. Two wine glasses stood nearby, catching the candlelight and adding a touch of elegance to the night. He pulled out a chair for me, ever the gentleman, and then, instead of sitting across from me, he slid into the seat beside me. His knee brushed gently against mine, and his eyes, full of warmth, never left mine. Jay always preferred sitting beside me rather than across, something about being close, feeling our arms brush, and sharing the moment side by side made him happiest.
As we twirled the pasta around our forks, the world outside faded away. The night might have been cool and quiet, but in this little corner of the world, where laughter echoed between bites and love simmered in every glance, it was nothing short of perfect.
The last bite of pasta melted on my tongue, leaving behind a warmth that matched the glow in my heart. The candles flickered gently, their soft light reflecting in Jay’s eyes as he leaned back with a satisfied sigh.
“That,” I murmured, setting my fork down, “was absolutely perfect.”
“Glad you liked it,” he said, his lips curving into that soft smile that always made my heart skip a beat. But then, his eyes twinkled mischievously. “But… I think we’re missing something.”
I tilted my head, pretending to think. “Hmm… dessert?”
“Exactly.” His grin widened. “How about ice cream by the sea?”
I lit up instantly. “You know I can never say no to that.”
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The cool night air greeted us as we stepped out of the apartment, hand in hand. The city had quieted down, and the moon hung high, casting a gentle glow over everything. The distant sound of waves crashing against the shore grew louder as we walked toward the beach, the scent of salt in the air.
A convenience store, sat just off the boardwalk, was still open, it’s neon sign casting a warm glow into the quite night. Inside, the freezers offered a mix of familiar favorites and indulgent delights, flavors that felt just right for a night like this.
“What do you want to have?” Jay asked, eyeing the menu which was stuck on top of the freezer.
“Hmm… you know it already,” I replied with a smirk.
“Of course.” He chuckled, shaking his head before taking out a cone of mint Choco for me and his usual Pistachio and Caramel.
We took our cones and wandered toward the shoreline, where the waves whispered softly against the sand. The night breeze kissed my skin as we walked barefoot along the cool, damp shore, the ocean lapping gently at our toes.
I took a slow lick of my ice cream, savoring the sweetness. “Mmm… I don’t know what’s better, this or your pasta.”
“Pasta,” he said confidently, taking a bite of his own cone. “But this is a close second.”
I giggled, nudging him playfully with my shoulder. “You’re biased.”
“Maybe,” he murmured softly, his eyes drifting towards the sea where the moonlight danced on the water.
“Let’s sit for a while,” Jay murmured, his voice barely louder than the whisper of the sea.
“Here?” I asked softly, glancing down at the smooth patch of sand just a few steps away from where the waves met the shore.
“Yeah.” he gave me a soft smile, “Right here.”
We settled down, the cool sand cushioning us as the sea stretched endlessly before us. I tucked my legs beneath me, leaning slightly into his side as he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer. His warmth against the cool night air was comforting, making me feel safe.
“Isn’t this perfect?” I murmured, taking a slow lick of my Mint Choco ice cream. The cool, refreshing taste lingered on my tongue, blending perfectly with the salty breeze.
“Perfect,” he echoed softly, his voice laced with contentment.
For a while, we sat in comfortable silence, watching the waves roll in and out, their rhythm soothing and constant. The stars above twinkled like tiny diamonds, reflecting on the water’s surface as if they, too, were admiring the beauty of the night.
Jay leaned back slightly, his free hand drawing lazy circles in the sand. “You know, I could get used to nights like this,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on the horizon.
“Me too,” I whispered, resting my head against his shoulder.
His thumb brushed gently along my arm, sending tiny sparks dancing across my skin. “I don’t need much,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Just you, some ice cream, and the sound of the waves.”
I smiled, my heart swelling with warmth. “You make it sound so simple.”
“Love is simple,” he murmured, tilting his head down to press a soft kiss on my hair. “It’s everything else that makes it complicated.”
We sat there for what felt like forever, just us, the sea, and the stars bearing witness to our quiet love. The world felt so far away, but in that moment, I didn’t need anything else. His arm around me, the cool sand beneath us, and the distant hum of the waves made everything feel complete.
My ice cream was almost gone, but I didn’t mind. I glanced up at Jay, his eyes reflecting the moonlight, and I felt my heart flutter.
“Jay,” I whispered, nudging him gently.
“Hmm?” He turned towards me, his gaze soft and full of warmth.
“I think…” I paused, a playful smile tugging at my lips, “we should do this more often.”
He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Agreed. But next time, I’m picking the ice cream.”
“Deal.”
Before I could say anything else, Jay leaned in, brushing his lips softly against mine. The kiss was tender, sweet, and tasted faintly of pistachio and mint choco, just like us.
As we pulled away, I gazed into his eyes, my heart pounding softly in my chest. “I love you, Jay,” I whispered, my voice barely louder than the sound of the waves.
His lips curved into that soft, heart-melting smile. “I love you too,” he murmured, his forehead resting gently against mine.
And just like that, we sealed another perfect night under the stars—with laughter, love, and the quiet promises that only hearts could hear.
As the waves whispered their secrets to the shore and the stars blinked down like silent witnesses, I knew in my heart that moments like this weren’t fleeting.
With Jay’s hand in mine and the world fading around us, I realized, this wasn’t just another perfect night.
It was the beginning of forever.
Note: requests are open! Feel free to drop in your ideas :)
jay is the type of boyfriend to go and buy drinks for you while you want at your table playing with your phone. dude will legitimately not let you move at all ever since yall start doing. hes like your knight in shining armor always doing everything for you like ur his princess which you obviously are.
as soon he orders he would come back to you without wasting anytime. he like a little teddy bear who you'd want to cuddle forever. when your order number is called jay would have gone to get before you can even ask him if you should go and get it. even after coming back from getting the drinks or before leaving the cafe, jay would ask if you wanted anything else.
while walking back to your car too he wouldn't let you hold the drinks. the only time he'd let you hold something is when he would open the door for you, unable to hold both drinks and open the car at the same time.
while jay's getting into the car you take a sip of your drink and realize you're not a big fan of your drink as soon as jay would have settled into the car you would ask him with if you can try his drink like "can i try yours?" cutely and he wouldnt mind at all he'd just straight up reply with "you want to try my drink baby? go ahead"
once you try his drink you'd realize that you actually like his drink better so you'd ask him again "yo pookie can we switch please?"
dude would legitimately be so unfazed by now with the nicknames you've given him. he would just stare at you for a few second while you smile back him and would end up saying "you're lucky your cute and i love you" and give you a peck and then drive off
Please lmk per dm or comments if you wanna be added to one or mutiple Stories taglists and also what story/stories:)
1. Heeseung
,,to trap a kiss”
bff!Heeseung trying to steal your first kiss at school prom
,,playground bride”
Childhoodbff!heeseung promising to marry you later when your older
,,clear blue sky”
Summer Picknick with romanticbf!hee
2. Jay
,,how to win a prince”
A new game show were 100 girls have to do different things to win the heart of a mysterious man who later turns out to he prince!jay
,,a year in paris”
Fashionstudend!reader coming back from a year abroad from Paris for a year to learn even more about fashion while bff!jay spended the year realizing his feelings for reader
,,before us”
Where daddy!jay and mommy!readers kids ask them to tell them how their life was before they had had kids as a bedtime story
3. Jake
,,his and her summer”
Reader being a supervisor for a summer camp and meeting summer!romance!jake the super cute supervisor all the girls were talking about
,,to catch a dream”
Engene!reader who wakes up with a hangover from a ,,dream” with bias!jake that kinda felt to real
,,the summer prince“
Nerd!non!socialmedia!having!reader meeting summer!romance!prince!jake and having the time of their lifes snd later finding out he is actually s prince
4. Sunghoon
,,mister nice”
Bf!Sunghoon meeting readers family
,,the accidental princess”
Reader not knowing prince!sunghoon is a prince until they are getting married
,,the grinch who stole the valentines”
Highschool!heartthrob!sunghoon making every girls Valentine hell because he doesn’t wanna be their valentine because he only wanna be nerd!readers valentine
5. Sunoo
,,one kiss less”
100 days until fiance!sunoo and fiance!reader are getting married and they agreed on only kissing once a day when it feels the most special and sunoo taking reader to their special spot to koss reader there
,,to capture a heart”
Shy!sunoo trying to win popular!readers heart
,,extreme makeover”
Bigbrother!sunoo giving littlesibling!reader a makeover because they asked for it
6. Jungwon
,,spare girl”
Reader always being everyones second choice until they meet gentleman!jungwon who is immediately in love with reader and makes them his main priority
,,rules and roses”
f!Reader living in a sector where Females have to keep different rules but no one knows the rules if you do a wrong rule you get kicked into another sector but like a month later so you don’t know what you did wrong. If you did something wrong you eather get kicked into another sector which is worse or one of the important people has to marry you immediately and important!person!jungwon is just waiting for reader to make one of these mistakes
,,the holiday bride”
where idol!jungwon gets into a marriage scandal which is fake and his family is so happy that they finally gonna meet them over the christmas holidays that he doesn’t want to disappoint them and pays reader to pretend to be his fiance over at least the holidays
7. Niki
,,sky full of stars”
Where bf!niki takes reader to his favorite spot late at night to show her the sky full of stars
,,rich and ready”
where idol!niki is obviously rich and reader always getting spoiled and joking about how they were ready all their live to spend all that money
,,war of the rose”
each year the boys at a specific age have to give the girl they wanna spend their life with a rose or something bad is happening to him and many guys trying to give popular!reader a rose and fighting for her but reader just waiting for !secretbf!idol!niki to visit reader in their hometown for new year to give them the rose
Probably gonna do a taglist please ask to be added to that taglist per the question thingy if you think one of these stories sounds interesting^^
Y/N has an abusive mother. she has never met her farther. She gets bullied by a lot of the Vks (villain kids) and gives most of her money for food to other kids in need on the isle of the lost. The only people that don't bully her are Mal, Daughter of Maleficent, Evie, daughter of evil queen, Jay, son of Jaffar, and Carlos, son of Cruella de vil. Y/N never got why they didn't bully her because they were the meanest kids on the isle 'why would they take pity on a girl like me' she always thought.
One day the four kids ask Y/N if she would join their crew. Y/N was surprised but agreed to join the crew. The core four was now the core five. They asked Y/N to join the crew because even though they live in a place where people are bad you were good.
A month after you joined the group all of you started to have feeling for each other and Mal was the first one to say something about it. While the five of you where spray painting a wall in an empty ally way Mal said, "Is it weird that I have feelings for all of you?" Everyone said no except you. Mal and the others were waiting for you to answer. you finally talked as you were fishing your painting. "Well I think that we should just.....ah date each other." When you finished the spray painted art you back up to admirer it as did the rest of the crew. They where amazed with the painting you did. It was a portrait of all of guys holding hands and smiling. Jay on the far left Evie next to him as Carlos was far right and Mal next to him and then you in the middle of the four of them. "Wow" Mal blurted out "it's just a dream" "or maybe it can be reality. If you guys want it to be." You ask nervously but they all agreed to date and the five of you became partners.
Y/N POV
One day I was heading back to the hide out after giving the last of your money to Dizzy. As I was passing by an ally way someone pulled me in it and shoved me to the wall. "What are you doing with the villain kids still? I thought they told you by now." one of them said "What are you talking about?" "Your useless. Your a brat. Your ugly. I don't know how they pretend to love you." I started to cry knowing that every they said was true "I don't know how they do it either." I was still crying as they laughed. I saw an opening for me to get out and I darted I ran as fast as I could but the faster I ran the faster the tears came down my face knowing all of it was true. I made it back to the hide out and stopped I didn't go in I just sat on the wall and cried. After my tears slowed down I went up stairs hoping no one was there but Evie and Jay were on the couch like they were waiting for me. "Hey Y/N, What's wrong?" " Nothing I'm fine, Evie." "No your not. Your eyes are red." "Jay, It's raining and it got in my eye. Ok?" "I don't believe that" "I'm fine ok?" I said trying to run off into my room but Jay grabbed my arm which gave me flashbacks of my mom. "Please don't!" I almost yelled thinking of my mom "don't what?" Jay and Evie were so confused but not as confused as Malo and Carlos who Just walked in with food "What happened?" I blinked myself back to realty and took Jay's arm off me "Nothing Carlos. Don't do that Jay." This time I was able to get to my room. When I got there I preictally slammed the door before I jumped on my bed and started silently crying and hugging my pillow thinking of what happened earlier and what my mom did.
EVIE POV
I started to get really worried about Y/N after she yelled at Jay. When she slammed her door I jumped 'cause she's never done that before. "Ok someone tell us what happened." "Y/N came in here and it looked like she was crying so I asked her what was wrong but she blow it off and after Jay said her eye's where red she tried to pass it off as rain and when she tried to go to her room Jay grabbed her arm to stop her and you guys heard the rest." "Should we check on her or let her cool off?" "Let's check on her." "Ok." once we all got in there we saw her curled up hugging a pillow and crying. None of us said anything as we gathered around her and started rubbing different parts of her body. Carlos rubbed her lug, Jay rubbed her hand, Mal rubbed her back and I rubbed her arm. After a little bit she spoke up "I'm sorry Jay. I didn't mean to yell at you.(sniff)" "It's ok...... So do you want to talk about the yelling first or what happened today?" Carlos slapped Jay's making Y/N laugh "ow" After a little more clients she spoke again "It's just when my mom got angry at me she would grab my arm like that before hurting me..(sniff)..and I pictured her instead of you...(sniff)..I'm sorry." I didn't know what to say to her I just felt bad. We all shared a look before Jay tried to apologize " I'm-" "Don't be it's not your fault." " Is that what happened today." Mal asked but she didn't want to "No.(sniff)" "While I was running back after giving my money to Dizzy some people pulled me in an ally way and said "Your useless. Your a brat. Your ugly. I don't know how they pretend to love you." (sniff) and I believed them (sniff) because it's what my mom said to me all the time (sniff) (cries a little more) (sniff) I'm sorry for bringing this on you guys." We all started to cry but I couldn't let her think that we don't care about her. "Hay, look at me" she sat up and put her pillow and knees to her chest while looking at me "You are not any of those things. You are perfect and we are pretending to love you we really do. Don't ever thing the opposite." "promise?" "promise" we all said at the same time and hugged her to death (not really)
A/N: I know it sucks It’s what I can do for today.
A/N: This is probably the last story of the Day 2 of my 300 Followers Celebration and my 5 Years Celebration but I still have some more drabbles so I’ll be posting them in the next couple days. Thank you all for being part of this celebration with me and for reading all this short stories I’ve working in, without you any this would have been possible 💕
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It was finally summer and you couldn’t be happier, it was by far your favorite season of the year, always giving you many great memories and an amazing vibe overall.
So that morning when you woke up you did your hair, put on your favorite white dress and some white converse to go with it, grabbed some sunglasses and headed out the door to meet your boyfriend for lunch.
“Hi, Trudy” you said once you were at the front desk.
“(Y/N)! Hi! What brings you here? How can I help you?” she said, she had always been nice with you and it made you feel very special, Jay always telling everyone you were her favorite to make you blush.
“I was wondering, is Jay here?”
“Yeah, he’s upstairs” and turning to her left she yelled at Kim “You, Burgess, go tell Halstead that someone’s looking for him”
“But you just told me that…” she started.
“What are you waiting for?” she said while you mouthed a small “sorry” to Kim.
10 minutes later you had Jay’s hand in yours and you were walking down the street.
“Did I already told you that you look beautiful”
“Hmmm… I think only once or twice now”
“Well, you look beautiful” he said leaving a kiss in your temple.
“Stop it, Jay, you make me blush!” you said a little embarrassed.
“I know” he laughed “Wait a second” he said suddenly running away leaving you confused but it didn’t take him long before he was back with an ice cream cone in each hand.
You knew he had to come back soon but in the hour you had together you made the most of your little improvised date, eating ice cream, sitting under a tree and talking like nothing else mattered, all perfect.
