| Pairing: Jinyoung (Got7) x Fem!Reader | Tags: #angst #tension #jinyoungangst #jinyoungxreader | Word count: 865 | Genre: enemies to lovers
Summary: After returning from his military hiatus, Jinyoung’s agency pressures him into a fake relationship to combat rumors and restart his career. Y/N, a regular waitress, is hired as the other half of the arrangement. They’re supposed to keep things professional, but real feelings start to blur the lines as their contract nears its end.
Date: 02/05/2025
*AN: Such a long time no see, Ahgases! Since the Python comeback, I've tapped back into my roots and remembered what being an Ahgase was all about! Also, not gonna lie, for some reason, I wasn’t a huge Jinyoung fan prior to this because I always thought of him as a little cold, but after this comeback, I definitely understand now.
But I noticed new writing content hasn’t hit the market yet, so here’s some to feed y’all! This will be a multi-part series. (By the way, Jinyoung is a little reserved in this, and there are mentions of him needing a career boost, but just know in reality, he is thriving and living his best life—so try to pretend as you’re reading!)
The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air as Y/N tied the straps of her apron behind her back, exhaling slowly before stepping out from the employee area. The morning rush had started, a familiar whirlwind of half-asleep customers, clattering cups, and the low hum of conversation.
She didn’t need to think much to get through the routine—her hands worked automatically, punching orders into the register, filling cups, sliding them across the counter with a practiced, almost mechanical efficiency.
“Medium Americano, no room for cream.” She didn’t even have to look up before reaching for the cup.
The man standing before her barely spoke—he never really did. He was one of those regulars who had been coming in for so long that he didn’t need to say his order anymore. Y/N barely remembered his voice, only ever catching murmured thanks or the occasional quiet nod.
His eyes were very cute though.
The day moved forward, one order at a time.
By mid-morning, the rush began to settle into something quieter. This was the part of the shift Y/N liked best—when the café still had a steady hum of activity but wasn’t overwhelming. She wiped down the counters, refilled the pastry display, and exchanged small talk with a handful of regulars.
She didn’t love this job, but she liked it. Liked the familiarity of it, the rhythm. It was predictable in a way that made life feel a little more manageable. And in a world where things were constantly shifting, that predictability was comforting.
Then, in a single conversation, that comfort was ripped away.
Her manager called her over as she finished wiping down a table, his expression hesitant.
“Y/N,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted to tell you before we make the announcement… The café is closing in two months.”
She froze, fingers tightening slightly around the rag in her hand.
“What?”
“The rent is too high, and business hasn’t been good enough to keep up. The owners decided to shut down before it gets worse.”
The words didn’t quite sink in right away. This place wasn’t just a job—it was her stability, the thing that kept her going. And now it was slipping out from under her, just like that.
She forced herself to nod, even though there was a lump forming in her throat. “Okay.”
Her manager sighed. “I’d start looking for something else now, just in case.”
She nodded again, barely listening as he went on about severance and final paychecks. Her thoughts had already drifted ahead to the uncertainty stretching out before her.
That night, after an exhausting shift, she trudged home, craving nothing but sleep. But when she reached her apartment door, a crisp white notice was taped to it.
Her stomach twisted before she even read it.
Notice of Rent Adjustment.
Her fingers curled around the edges of the paper as she ripped it down, scanning the words quickly.
It was worse than she thought.
Her rent was increasing next month—by a lot. She barely scraped by as it was, and without her job at the café, she had no way of keeping up with it.
She stepped inside and let the notice drop onto the counter. The apartment was quiet, the kind of silence that made the walls feel smaller. She stood there for a long moment, staring down at the paper, her thoughts racing.
No job. Higher rent. No plan.
She tried to shake off the creeping dread, telling herself she’d figure something out. She always did. But as she went through the motions of her evening—heating up leftovers, absentmindedly scrolling on her phone, flipping through job listings she wasn’t qualified for—it became harder to ignore.
The weight of it all pressed on her chest.
She laid in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling, unable to turn her brain off. She thought about the café, the regulars, the fact that soon, all of it would just… disappear. She thought about her apartment, the place she had made her home, and how soon, she might have to leave it. She thought about what would happen when her savings ran out.
It felt like everything was unraveling at once, and no matter how tightly she tried to hold onto it, the threads kept slipping through her fingers.
By the time she finally drifted into a restless sleep, the anxiety had settled deep in her bones.
The next morning, still groggy from a night of tossing and turning, she went through the motions of getting ready for another shift. As she pulled on her shoes and grabbed her bag, she stopped by the mailbox out of habit, rifling through the usual stack of bills and advertisements.
One envelope stood out.
Thick paper. A professional seal.
She frowned as she tore it open, eyes scanning the contents.
It was from a PR company. A formal request for a meeting. A specific date and time. No explanation.
Her brows furrowed. This had to be a mistake.
But as she stared at the letter, seeing it was addressed to her specifically, she wondered what if anything did she have to lose?
college! au
pairing: park jinyoung x reader
warning: cursing, oral, unprotected sex
words: 2.7k
today, i find myself doing the same usual tasks everyday. wake, brush my teeth, eat breakfast, go to school, come home, shower, sleep. it’s honestly quite boring. at times, i wish i had somebody to come home to, i don’t even have a pet.
college is the same like always. attend my classes, study, continue to get decent grades. it’s a whole cycle in itself. one thing i definitely don’t look forward to is park jinyoung. we have this mutual hatred for each other for no reason, i have no idea what i did to get on his nerves. it shouldn’t matter to him considering that he has the whole school around his finger. i try to avoid him as best as possible.
“hey y/n,” jaebeom walks up.
“hey jb, how are you today?” i ask,
“you know me, i hate waking up for school.”
“that makes the both of us,” i laugh off. classes start and i again have to hear my chemistry teacher lecture us. i can’t help but feel like someone is staring at me, so i look behind me. my eyes meet with the one and only park jinyoung. he laughs then looks back at his notes. i roll my eyes and continue to listen to the lecture.
“now class, can someone tell me why NaCl has a stronger lattice energy compared to a compared to a compound like BaO?” the professor asks. “yes jinyoung?”
“well because of trends of course. the lattice energy of two ions increases as the smaller the compound is. simply, sodium chloride is a smaller compound compared to barium oxide,” he answers.
“correct! you never disappoint with your answers jinyoung,” the professor continues on with the lecture. jinyoung smirks to himself like he’s this one true powerful being, but he’s not. i look at the clock, realizing that there’s only 10 minutes of class left. the prof looks at his watch and stops his lecture for the day.
“considering that there is only 10 minutes of class left, i will assign your lab partners for next week. next week's lab includes the lab, obviously, and a short quiz you will take with your partner. i advice after i assign everyone, you meet up with your partner and start studying,” the prof says. doing a lab with someone should be easy. i’ll be fine with anyone as long as it isn’t with ass jinyoung. the professor starts to read off the list of names off of a sheet of paper.
“park jinyoung and y/ln y/n”
did i hear that correctly, did he really just say park jinyoung was my partner. this has to be a misunderstanding. the bell rung and the students start flooding out the door to attend their next class. i finish packing my things and start heading out the door before i hear someone call out my name.
“y/n,” jinyoung comes up from behind. i take a deep breath before turning around and facing him.
“yes jinyoung?” i reply in a polite manner.
“maybe you could try and cover up the annoyance on your face next time. i don’t want you screwing up my grade for this lab or quiz, so why don’t you come over after classes are over and we can study together?” he suggests with a snarky tone.
“as much as i wouldn’t want to screw up my grade, that would be a good idea. but maybe you could approach me in a nicer way, i wouldn’t have to tell the professor to switch partners, would i? so be mature jinyoung, and i won’t have any problems,” i say. he shakes his head, disapproving at me.
“why would you talk to the prince of the school in that manner? i’m sure the professor or the dean wouldn’t like your attitude towards me. know your place y/n,” he whispers in my ear. he walks off with an evil smirk on his face.
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after a few more hours of schooling, i can finally go home. unfortunately, jinyoung is my partner and i need to study with him apparently. studying isn’t necessary when it comes to the perfect student. jinyoung excels in everything that he does, it doesn’t make sense on why he would want me to come over and study with him. he could just take the test himself to ensure that he gets that perfect score he’s wanting.
i meet him at the spot he told me to. i see him at his car, looking at his phone as he waits for me. while approaching him, i can see why he’s the prince of the school. his appearance alone makes him look so effortless, it’s seen as attractive. jinyoung definitely has some defining features that makes him look like a prince. his jawline, his silky black hair, his stature. it's so infuriating.
“look who decided to show up,” he speaks up.
“i didn’t know i was on a time limit your highness, i apologize for my tardiness,” i bow at him, mocking his hierarchy.
“never do that again. get in the car,” he walks to the driver side. i roll my eyes and get in the car. the car ride is silent. neither of us wants to talk to the other. if anything, it builds up more tension between the two of us.
the car ride wasn’t long, but it felt like an eternity. jinyoung has a modest apartment to himself and only himself. the place felt tranquil, as if there were no disturbances nearby. it is nicely decorated and overall comfortable.
“shall we get started?” jinyoung asks. i nod at him and sit at the table he pointed to. jinyoung grabs a few snacks and water for the both of us before getting started. i focus on the study guide the professor posted, getting lost in the calming atmosphere around me.
“so why do you hate me so much y/n?” the mood drops.
“i don’t,” i reply. jinyoung tries to read me, but no avail.
“now why are you lying to me? i know you do. there’s a reason why you avoid me every chance you get. you didn’t even speak to me in the car,” he reasons.
“why would i talk to a self-centered prick that only cares about himself?”
“there we go, now we’re getting somewhere. go on, i know you have more to say with that mouth of yours.”
“what the hell is that supposed to mean?” we should be focused more about the chemistry lab and quiz and not this banter.
“oh come on, don’t you have more to say? tell me more about how i’m an asshole.”
“you don’t deserve that luxury.”
“the whole school would bow down to me, except you. i think that’s something in itself, don’t you think? the students, my friends, teachers, the dean, everybody thinks i’m perfect. but you’re the first and only one to think differently, isn’t that strange?”
“what does that matter to you jinyoung? if you’re so goddamn perfect, then why should my opinion matter to you? don’t you think i’ve recognized that already?” he gets up from his seat and goes around to me. the immense eye contact that we’re sharing only creates more tension between us. the more i look at him and look at his facial features, the more attractive he becomes.
“say it.”
“say what exactly?”
“say how perfect i am.”
“never in a million years jinyoung.” his face becomes only inches away from my face. suddenly, i hold my breath. i turn my head away from him, trying to go back to work.
“have i ever told you how beautiful you are?” what?
“where is this coming from? stop lying,” my face begins to turn red.
“you’re blushing, maybe you don’t hate me after all,” he laughs to himself. i turn back at him, not able to understand where this is all coming from.
“maybe this is all a misunderstanding. maybe i actually like you and i did this to get on your nerves.”
“you’re spewing out bullshit now jinyoung. what makes you think i’m going to believe you-” he cuts me off with a kiss. my eyes become wide, and a second later i push him off.
“what the hell are you thinking? i don’t like you,” i say. my face becomes hotter and i can’t even look at him.
“i know you do, so what’s the point in denying it? you’re like an open book,” he says. his hands begin crawling up my legs, up to my waist. my breathing becomes hitched and all of a sudden, i’m at a loss of words. “stop playing hard to get, i can make you feel good,” he whispers in my ear.
“jinyoung, but we’re…”
“we’re studying? now, that was some bullshit i was spewing to get you over here. i could get a perfect score for the both of us on the lab and quiz, why else would you come over?” jinyoung starts to kiss his way down to my neck.
“you…”
“now princess, just enjoy your time.” his tongue makes wet spots on my neck before his lips come back to kiss mine. his hands feel nice and cool against my warm skin. it’s like he’s feeling every square inch of my skin. my hands naturally wrap around his neck, slightly tugging at his jet black hair. his lips make it back down to my neck and collarbone. he starts sucking at my sensitive skin, leaving dark red spots. small mewls escape my mouth as he continues.
he begins taking off my shirt and bra, admiring every part of my body. his mouth returns to my skin, slightly sucking my nipples. jinyoung’s hands go down to my ass, rubbing it. suddenly, he gets up and walks over to the couch.
“sit on my lap baby, i promise i don’t bite,” he grins. I bite my bottom lip at his words and sit on his lap. his hands back on my ass, squeezing and slightly smacking it. he buries his face back into my chest, once again making wet spots and red marks all over. i stop him for a moment so i could take off his shirt.
jinyoung has a very toned structure and you didn’t know until now. his shoulders are wide, rock hard abs, a sight to see yourself. i find myself getting lost in thought while admiring his body.
“are you going to sit there and stare all day, or are we going to have some fun?” jinyoung teases. i roll my eyes at him and kiss him in order to shut his mouth. our tongues dance with one another, each fighting for dominance. eventually, i pull away, tracing my tongue down to his collarbone. i suck lightly, each with a bit of teeth. his hips slightly jerked up as i continued going down to his abs.
i make myself comfortable on my knees as i kneel in between his legs. the tight pants he’s wearing reveals his boner. my hand makes my way to his cock, he jerks up again from just me touching him. i unzip his pants, becoming impatient, he takes them off himself. i jerk him off slightly through his underwear before he takes them off.
“you’re such a naughty girl, teasing me like that. why don’t you show me what your pretty mouth does?” jinyoung coaxes. he teases by slowly jerking himself off. i open my mouth, tongue out as he slowly slides in. my lips wrap around his bulbous tip, licking around and tasting his pre-cum. looking back up at jinyoung, his eyes are close, clenching his jaw while his head rests on the back of the couch. tiny grunts are heard coming from his mouth. he looks back down at me, his face is flushed.
“do you like the taste of my cock? you have such a pretty face when you’re going down on me,” his mouth is extremely dirty. his left hand pushes down on my head, making me gag on his dick. a loud grunt escapes his mouth, biting down on his own lip. his hips start moving on his own, maintaining a constant speed. all of a sudden, he pulls out from my mouth, leaving me to whine at his actions.
“get up on the couch now, i want your ass up,” his tone is harsh. he takes off the jeans i was wearing, massaging my inner thighs. his fingers make his way to my panties, feeling how wet i’ve become. one of his fingers hook around the lacy underwear, revealing my wetness. i could feel his hot breath teasing at my entrance.
“jinyoung, please do something,” i whine. my begging gave him more of a power trip. he gave my pussy a long, flat lick with his tongue. i bury my face into the pillow next to me before moaning loudly. he takes off my panties and goes back to feverishly licking and kissing me like there’s no tomorrow.
“you taste so sweet princess, absolutely like paradise,” he says in awe. two fingers tease my entrance before inserting them. he curls up his fingers, hitting one of my most pleasurable senses. his tongue goes back down to my clit, slightly sucking on it and teeth grazing at my most sensitive organs. my hips match his speed, moans filling up the room. i’m pretty sure the whole neighborhood could hear. i become tighter around his fingers, signifying that i’m close. but then he withdraws his fingers and his mouth, leaving me to groan at him.
“jinyoung, i was so close. why the hell did you do that?” i yell in frustration. he just smiles and shakes his head at me.
“i can’t have you cumming before i get my share of you,” he laughs. the tip of his cock rubs against my clit and my entrance.
“just put it in already,” i become restless.
“say please princess.”
“please jinyoung.”
“there we go.” he enters with a strong thrust, making me cry out in pleasure. his hips maintain a rigged speed. with every thrust, he comes practically out, teasing me more. each one becoming harder and harder. his dick was making me delirious, wanting more and more as he continued. i try matching his thrusts, but he grabs my ass harshly, stopping me.
“use your words to get what you want.”
“please jinyoung, move faster.” with that being said, he starts pounding into me. a slur of curse words starts coming out from his mouth. my moans become even louder than before. his dick feels up every crevice inside me. he tugs lightly at my hair, forcing me to look up at the wall ahead of us.
“you feel so good baby, who would have thought you were such a naughty girl.” the words coming out from my mouth spurs me on. his other hand starts playing with my clit again, making me tighter around his cock. fuck leaves his mouth as i continue to become tighter around his member. his thrust becomes sloppier and sloppier. he’s reaching his edge and he wants me to chase it with him.
“my fingers and my cock are making you tighter and tighter. how close are you baby? i want to release inside you,” jinyoung says in a raspy voice. i could only moan louder at the thought of his arousal inside me. his hand leaves my hair and goes back down to my ass, leaving handprints.
“Jinyoung please, i’m so close,” i say. he pounds into me harder than before, hitting my sweet spot. with a few more thrusts, i came spiralling down as if i were seeing stars. the clenching around his member sent him and he came. his arousal filled up my entrance. we both came down from our highs and he pulled out.
“well this is certainly a sight to see,” he says. his fingers start messing with our arousal mixed together, and starts to put it back inside me. i swat his hands away considering his touch makes me overly sensitive.
“this concludes today's study session. i’ll run you a bath, how bout the same time tomorrow princess?”
