۶ৎ SYNOPSIS : you have done a lot of embarrassing things as a fan, but accidentally posting your own face on myung jaehyun's account might just top the list...
۶ৎ pairing : jaehyun x illit's 6th member!reader ۶ৎ genre(s) : smau, fluff ۶ৎ warning(s) : profanities, random timestamps ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა reader is jungkook's little sister, both lowk down bad for each other
۶ৎ A/N : hihi guys! this is my first ever smau oneshot! I honestly think it's pretty bad so I might delete this in a few days 😭 but I'll see how well it does first... 🥹I hope you still enjoy this nonetheless! (especially since I haven't posted in almost two whole months....)
pairing : fanboy!jaehyun x fem!idol!reader
synopsis : while away on tour, your boyfriend has to find something to relieve himself...and what could be better than a photo of you?
warnings : male masturbation, cumming on inanimate object, puppy play, jaehyun is kinda a loserrrrr /pos, i think thats all sorry if not guys :( everything written is consensual and between two adults
lower case intended !! minors do not interact !!
standing inside a random k-pop store, jaehyun found that it made him irrationally jealous to hear your fans talk about you.
if being hidden behind countless nda’s wasn’t hurtful enough, the fact that so many people thought they knew you was torturous. they thought they knew your complete personality, what you’d say and do in certain romantic– sometimes even sexual– situations.
“i think y/n would be the kind of girl to like the chase more than the actual relationship.” one girl said, giggling as she held onto your group’s latest album. her friend nodded, “oh, definitely!”
they couldn’t have been more wrong. you hated the chase; hell, you confessed to jaehyun within a week of knowing him due to hating the anticipation. he knew it was a stupid thing to get angry over; they were just fans being fans…he understood that, but still– whether they knew it or not, they were talking about his girlfriend right in front of him.
“excuse me,” jaehyun finally cleared his throat, startling the two girls. “i’m trying to reach the shelf behind you…” he explained, avoiding direct eye contact. they looked towards each other before muttering an apology, stepping away from the shelf that held all the albums your group had ever produced.
“are you a luvbug too?” the taller girl asked excitedly. jaehyun carefully picked up your group’s latest release before turning to the girls and nodding sheepishly. “uh- i- yeah, yeah.”
the girls squealed excitedly, “who’s your bias?! mine’s-”
“y/n.” he answered before the shorter girl could finish her sentence. “excuse me,” he pushed past the two and made his way to the counter, hurrying to purchase the album.
the two girls stared at each other before shrugging, giggling to themselves about the awkward y/n bias they’d met.
‘abt to go on stage !! ttyl, love you puppy <3’
jaehyun frowned at the text on screen, whining to nobody as he lay his head onto your pillow. despite you currently being one month into a six-month world tour, the silky pillowcase still smelled like your expensive perfume.
since the two of you met, you’d dreamed of performing in arenas – stadiums – full of fans. you had trained relentlessly for it, working yourself to the point of exhaustion or worse.
he was happy for you, really, he was… but he also missed you like crazy. the sound of your laugh, the tired smile you always gave him when coming home from practice, and how your hugs were intoxicatingly cozy.
you and jaehyun did your best to stay in contact, facetiming whenever you could and texting in between. both of you just trying your hardest to keep the romance alive, both emotionally and… sexually.
sitting up, jaehyun bit his lip cautiously as he grabbed the sealed album that sat on the wooden nightstand. he ripped the seal cautiously, prying open the album and shuffling through the various inclusions.
he paused occasionally when flipping through the photo book, smiling proudly at how you— in his opinion— stood out as the visual of the group; capturing his whole attention with a single photo.
eventually though, he got to the backwards facing photocards. his heart thumping with anticipation as he carefully flipped one card, frowning with disappointment as he found that it was a unit card of the maknae and your group’s dancer.
they were nice girls, but they weren’t you. they weren’t his girl.
he let his heart rate pick back up as he turned over the last card, eyes twinkling with enthusiasm at the sight of your smile. it was a beautiful pc, in his totally unbiased opinion.
you were holding up a simple peace sign, smiling at the camera— hair styled to frame your face perfectly.
he pushed away the rest of the album, carelessly letting the inclusions and cd fall to the floor. he whined pathetically, uncomfortably hard and terribly embarrassed at how quickly the erection occurred.
he felt his heart pump against his rib cage, breath staggering as he shakily pressed his palm to his clothed cock. letting out a barely audible whimper, hips bucking greedily into his hand making his thighs shake as he attempted to hold himself back.
he imagined the ways you’d make him wait, how your soothing yet stern voice would remind him that— “good puppies are patient, don’t you wanna be my good puppy?”
and god, jaehyun wanted nothing more than to be your good puppy. your good boy, good pet, good play-thing.
whatever you wanted, jaehyun wanted to be the best at it. he wanted the satisfaction of knowing that you were fully, wholeheartedly satisfied with his performance.
you, you, you.
you intoxicated jaehyun’s thoughts, making patience a thing of the past as he humped his own hand before sloppily unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants and boxers off.
his erection sprung out in an almost-comical fashion. he whimpered as he spread the precum that was budding from the tip down his length, twisting his hand around his cock and starting to pump himself closer and closer to an orgasm.
“c’mon myungie, you wanna cum for me— don’t you?” your voice rang in his head, making him whimper and nod to himself.
”w-wan’na be a good boy-“ he panted, eyes brimming with tears as he worked himself closer and closer to the edge. “g’gonna cum s’so much, ple-please!” he choked out, teasing the tip just as you’d taught him too before leaving for tour.
you were stern, but you weren’t cruel. expecting a stupid pup to go months without an orgasm was just torturous.
his chest rose and fell rapidly as he bucked into his own hand, tears glossing his vision as the muscles in his abdomen tightened and coiled around a ball of pleasure.
growing tighter and tighter, closer and closer.
he blinked away his tears, catching a glimpse of your photocard and grabbing it with his free hand. he let out a shaky breath, a strained whine slipping from his lips as he held the card close to his slit.
the orgasm was intense— a loud, needy moan rattling the bedroom walls. sticky white liquid coating the card and seeping into the premium paper.
the sight of his cum covering your face, your card made his mouth water. he was desperate to lick his satisfaction off of your skin as you praise him, desperate to taste you again.
he let the card fall against the sheets, staining the luxury fabric with his cum as he slowly recuperated himself; his heart rate beginning to calm.
jaehyun knew you’d come home eventually, but until then— he’d settle from being your biggest fan from afar.
a/n : this has been in the works for a minuteeee <3 i’m currently on vacation with my family so i couldn’t proof read this one to the best of my ability !! so sorry if its doo doo :(
always there for you when you need him, taking you out on romantic dates, holding your hand in public and telling his friends about you.
oh, and well, of course, he also manages to save the city in the meantime.
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pairings: spiderman!jaehyun x fem!reader
word count: 0.8k
warnings: mention of spiders (obvi), kissing, extremely corny myung jaehyun
a/n: heyyy!! here to celebrate boynextdoor's comeback, the album SLAPS!! my fav songs are upside down (guys act surprised!) and adios, they ate. don't hesitate to send requests guys, i need ideas!! ♡︎♡︎
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is that someone knocking on your window?
you're not even surprised anymore: by now, jaehyun joins you in your room almost every night, always entering from the window.
not because he's some kind of creepy climber, or because you live on the first floor.
just because...well, he's spiderman.
yeah, exactly. as corny and cliché it sounds, your boyfriend is really spiderman. to be fair, you two were together even before he got bitten by a radioactive spider, so you're not with him just because he's a superhero and it's "cool".
even if you have to admit, him being spiderman and your boyfriend does feel good. you do think of yourself as one of the luckiest women on earth, and he proves you right every single night.
you get up from your bed, in which you were comfortably laying in, and open the window to let him enter.
"good evening, señorita." he says the moment he sees you, no makeup and pajamas on. he's been taking spanish classes, and now he insists on calling you that. when he sees you, his jaw almost drops. you're always so pretty in his eyes, but right now? oh my god. he's tempted to just wife you up right now.
"it's almost midnight, jaehyun. not sure it can be considered as evening anymore." you say to him, looking into his eyes through the mask.
well, as much as you can, since he's hanging upside down, only thing holding him up being his spiderweb. the usual show-off.
"is it, really?" he asks you, shaking his head and looking around as if scolding himself.
"damn, didn't even notice that it was so late. i was too busy losing myself in your pretty eyes."
you roll your eyes, trying to act irritated, but of my god, there's a smile on your face.
as cheesy as your boyfriend can be, he's still your boyfriend, and unfortunately, you do love him.
"what?" he asks you, and you can almost hear him smiling under his mask.
"i'm not joking. you're dangerous, baby. way more dangerous than those criminals. you really do make me weak. couldn't fight those pretty eyes not even if i tried." he says, as he takes off his mask, finally.
his hair falls right on his face, but he still doesn't move to move it, or stand in a decent position. just keeps staying upside down right on your window.
"missed you today." he admits, this time his tone of voice is sweeter, more private. less flirty and more authentic. even if he did mean what he said about your eyes.
"missed you too, spidey." you answer, smiling at him when you notice how flustered the nickname makes him. unfortunately for you and fortunately for him (otherwise he'd never move on from the embarrassment) he recovers pretty quickly from your sincere words.
"gimme a kiss then." he says, puckering up his lips but not moving from his upside down position. he doesn't like he's doing anything to move anytime soon.
at least, not until you give him that so-called spiderman kiss.
what can he say. he's a goner for his girl.
"kiss? pretty please?" he says again, turning his head so you can kiss his cheek, or his neck; making you choose.
and how could you refuse when he looks this pretty?
you take his head, and turn it around so that he's facing you, even while upside down.
then, you kiss him on the lips, a small, sweet kiss. he looks at you astonished for a second, before a smile makes its way on his face.
"do it again." he says, completely smitten.
you just laugh, a carefree laugh that only comes out when you're with him.
"but baby, you need to save the world." you say, and in answer he just turns around to stand up straight on your window and enters your room in one swift motion.
he's got you into his arms before you can even think about it.
"the world can wait. i need to kiss my girl now, properly."
synopsis. after his xmas date doesn’t go to plan, you’re now taking care of a sick and clingy jaehyun that’s determined to get you under the mistletoe despite everything. (alternatively: jaehyun’s sick, horny, and very persuasive.)
pair. jaehyun x afab!reader
genre. smut but also lots of fluff, small attempts at humor
warnings. established relationship, jae’s endearingly annoying, no pronouns used for reader, petnames (baby, ‘princess’ used twice), switch vibes? (not sure but it’s hot), making out, reader wears knee-high socks & jae really likes them, kitchen sex, oral (reader receiving), hardly mentioned exhibitionism? (you fuck in front of a window but nobody can see), jae licks your thighs lol, creampie, aftercare
wc. 4.7k
note. #thighmanjaehyun (>u<) please consider reblogging if you like this! it helps spread an author’s work and gives us motivation to write more. <3
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it’s 7:30 in the evening. by this time jaehyun thought he’d have your hand in his and your cup of hot coco in the other, walking while looking at the christmas lights and displays— probably stopping every so often when a cute little shop catches your eye. and then jaehyun would take the opportunity to ‘coolly’ pick up whatever you’re admiring right after you set it down, insisting on buying it for you.
well, he certainly isn’t looking very cool right now and neither does he feel it— because you have him lying down in your bed, wrapped in 3 layers of blankets despite him sincerely trying to tell you he’s not even cold.
“i knew there was a possibility we’d end up in bed together by the end of the night, but i didn’t think you’d be the one to make the first move.” jaehyun jokes, signature puppy smile and laugh suddenly disappearing when a cough distorts his features.
“oh my gosh, baby. just shut up and lay down.”
you nag like a worried mother as you try to make jaehyun lay against the angled pillows you’ve tentatively arranged— rather than sitting up on your headboard like he currently is.
“wow, so desperate. not even gonna do a little foreplay before you get in my pants?”
“jaehyun!”
he giggles, all maniacal and cute like usual, making it all the way through without coughing this time.
“see that!” your boyfriend points out the small triumph, sitting up again right after you finally got him to lay in the right position. you don’t withhold your sigh of disapproval.
“i don’t even feel that bad! it’s just a little migraine and drainage. i can still take you out, baby.”
“no. going outside will probably just make you worse. we’re staying in and i’m taking care of you.” you insist.
jaehyun pouts, looking up at you with boba eyes that beg for you to just let him take you on the date he came over to execute. his cute little face almost convinces you if it weren’t for his ‘shining’ eyes that eventually drip from how watery they are, realizing it’s from irritation.
“i’ll go get you some tissues.” you say with concern, standing up immediately as the first tear streaks down his cheek. jaehyun groans and his cheeks burn in embarrassment, cringing at his failed attempt to ‘woo’ you into having his way while rubbing at the moisture with his sleeve.
you return quickly with a box of tissues cradled against your body, a bottle of medicine and cup of water in either of your hands.
“nooooo!” jaehyun childishly whines, flopping his head against your pillows and splaying his arms for extra dramatics. you’re not sure if the reaction is because he’s anticipating the gross taste of the medicine or if he sees taking the liquid as admitting defeat; that yes, he is in fact sick— and that means taking you out for a date is totally out of the question.
“yunie, come on. be good and take your medicine.”
he responds with a sigh, but otherwise gives in without any fight, surprising even himself with a sudden wave of weakness. (and…okay, maybe he isn’t feeling at his best right now.) so he begrudgingly lets you play nurse, defiant wiggling against the sheets coming to a stop— but it isn’t without a grumpy pout on his face as he refuses to look at you.
(you can't help but find his avoidant eyes and immature act a little cute.)
“good boy.” you say without thinking, focusing on opening the childproof lid of the medicine bottle.
but your boyfriend definitely notices the little pet name, his heart jumping as his eyes flick to your face for just a second before he remembers he’s supposed to be pouting, looking back down to his hands resting over his blanket covered chest.
unbeknownst to your boyfriend's inner struggle, you pour the thick purple liquid inside the cap until it reaches the measuring line, sitting the bottle down and slowly bringing the medicine to jaehyun’s mouth. he responds exactly how you thought he would— which isn’t well.
jerking his head to the side to escape the cursed purple sludge that the bottle’s wrapper swears is flavored ‘bursting berry blast’ (whatever the fuck that means? jaehyun doesn’t want his berries to burst nor blast), he simultaneously grabs your wrist that holds the cap.
you’re not annoyed— honestly you’re still pretty endeared by your crybaby of a boyfriend. but you do actually want him to take the medicine. he needs it. so you try to put your foot down, sighing a little more roughly before speaking.
“baby, please don’t make this difficult. i think you’ll survive one swig.”
“i hate that stuff, y/n! it makes me gag!”
you poorly resist laughing at how ridiculous jaehyun looks as he desperately tries to puppy-dog eye his way out of the situation again, in the back of your mind wondering how often you’ve let him have his way for him to repeatedly try this trick on you.
“tough it out, princess.”
“God, you’re so mean to meeee!” he whines and squirms, abruptly stopping with a gasp as you can tell an idea has struck him.
“wait, i know!”
“what?” you ask suspiciously, having this funny feeling that his idea probably doesn’t involve him actually taking the medicine and has everything to do with distracting you.
jaehyun’s bright expression turns into a proud smirk as he lifts a brow while looking at you. “kiss me and then i’ll take the medicine.”
(…well, you were partially right— kinda.)
“take the medicine and then i’ll kiss you.”
and jaehyun (ever the beggar and evidently not the chooser of tonight) agrees. “fine. but pour it down my mouth quickly so i can take this nasty shit like a shot.”
you smile smugly at getting your difficult boyfriend to agree and jaehyun is forced to see your stupidly cocky (yet undeniably pretty) face as one of your hands grasps his tilted chin to make sure he stays in place. leaning closer until your chest to chest (which must excite jaehyun a little, because you swear you hear and feel his breathing pick up at the press of your breasts against his pecs, hand moving to rest on the small of your back), you raise the cap to his lips and he obediently opens them (thank God). doing as he asked, you pour the liquid quickly into his mouth. jaehyun swallows it with a grimace, gagging immediately after.
“quick, kiss me!” he cries as though your lips on his will take the bad taste away.
you pull yourself out of his hold before he can force one on you— jaehyun’s squeezed shut eyes opening wide while he watches with clear betrayal as you get up from the bed to put some extra distance between the two of you.
“you…lied to me?” the boy asks, and you’re shocked at how much guilt strikes your heart when he speaks in such a soft, surprisingly heartbroken sounding tone.
“i’ll still kiss you. i just didn’t say when i’d do it.”
despite trying to say it gently, jaehyun’s eyes still sadly sink to the floor, a pout yet again forming on his lips as he turns on his side and lays down against the pillows. you wait for him to whine and complain so you’ll know he’s back to normal and not legitimately sad— but he doesn’t.
walking forward to the side of the bed he’s occupying, you kneel down, his sad little squished face revealed to you. “baby..when you get better i promise to give you all the kisses you want. you wouldn’t want to get me sick too, would you? then i wouldn’t be able to take care of you.”
“i really don’t think i’m sick though. it just feels like bad allergies.” jaehyun softly rebuttals, shiny eyes looking at your soft gaze adorably. (and at that moment you really do wish you could kiss him.)
combing your nails through his hair as you speak, jaehyun’s eyes flutter shut at the soothing sensations before blinking them slowly open again.
“can’t risk it.” you whisper. “i’m sorry, baby.”
“it’s okay.” he reassures you, moved by your genuine apology. “i was just really looking forward to this evening. while we walked around looking at lights, i wanted to buy you hot coco and stuff from the shops. n’ after i wanted to take you to the pavilion at the square.”
you coo, heart fluttering at how romantic jaehyun can be. “aw, that’s a really good date idea, baby. i bet they have the pavilion decorated all pretty for the holidays.”
“yeah, they do. there’s even mistletoe hung on the ceiling. wanted to kiss you under it while surrounded by all the pretty lights…”
you pause, cheeks warming at his soft confession as giddiness fills your heart. goosebumps cover your arms despite feeling very warm.
you press a kiss against his forehead, unable to help it. jaehyun’s tiny frown turns into a soft smile instead.
“i love you. fuck, you’re the sweetest. don’t talk like we can’t do that anymore just because you’re sick right now. the moment you’re healthy again you better take me on that date.”
jaehyun giggles softly, even when a small cough interrupts it— there’s still a smile on his face.
“you got it, princess. i love you too.”
you wake up in the morning to the soft smell of eucalyptus, the scent left over from the vaporizer you turned on for the night in hopes it would help jaehyun’s drainage.
normally you’d feel the comforting weight of jaehyun’s arms around you, but you don’t. confused, you turn over to see the spot next to you empty. rising from the bed with the intention of finding your missing boyfriend, the moment your feet hit the cold hardwood floors you’re pausing the search to put some high socks on before immediately going back to your pursuit. (it doesn’t take long to find him, being that your apartment isn’t the biggest.) you somewhat groggily walk through the hallway and end up in the kitchen— where you see jaehyun standing over the stove, sizzling something in a pan.
“morning, beautiful!” he smiles, all chipper and completely awake. “do you want an egg over your rice?”
“…aren’t you still sick?” you ask, morning voice apparent— and jaehyun notices it, judging by the teasing little spark in his eyes, but he doesn’t act on it as he responds to you.
“nope, i feel great! all back to normal. i told you it was just allergies, baby.”
“well, i’m glad i was wrong.” you smile, walking closer to wrap your arms around his middle and rest your head on his back. “and yes, i’d like an egg with my rice please.”
“i gotchu, baby. while i finish our breakfast why don’t you go brush your teeth? i recall being promised ‘all the kisses i want’, but i can smell your morning breath from here.”
you gasp with offense and softly slap your hand on jaehyun’s back, the boy laughing as he looks down at your playfully annoyed expression.
“mean!” you whine, failing to conceal your smile.
“i’m just trying to get back at you for last night.” jaehyun defends, apologizes tacked on after to make sure you know he’s genuinely kidding— but regardless you do descend to the bathroom to wash your face, brush your teeth, and rangle with your bed head— not bothering to change out of your cozy pajamas.
you and jaehyun eat his yummy breakfast at your small dining table, the room lit up by the light reflecting off the snow-covered ground outside, shining through your frost framed windows.
after tag teaming the dishes, you’re finishing washing the last plate when you realize jaehyun has left your side.
“jae?” you murmur, setting down the white porcelain and turning your head, only to see your boyfriend absolutely cheesing it up with a sprig of mistletoe between his fingers, holding it above his own head like an adorable idiot.
“oh my God,” you giggle, fondly shaking your head as you abandon the sink and fully turn to face him. “where did you even get that?”
“i may or may not have snuck out early this morning to buy it…” he admits in an almost sheepish tone before quickly covering it up with a ‘flirty’ (endearingly goofy) raise of his brow. “now kiss me! it’s going against culture to not!”
“what culture?” you ask in an incredulous yet obviously amused tone. despite acting difficult, you slowly inch closer and closer to jaehyun.
“chr- christmas culture? saint nick’s? fuck if i know, just kiss me!”
“are you sure you’re not still sick? you sound pretty delirious to me.”
“i’m not!” jaehyun whines dramatically.
you’re unable to control your teasing, even as your feet are about toe to toe with him. “really? i swear your eyes still look a little watery.”
“because, y/n! i’m about to cry if you don’t fucking ki—“
granting him sudden mercy, you wrap your arms around his neck and plant your lips on his.
kissing jaehyun is always amazing, but in this moment it really hits different. the air is warm with the thermostat set high, but your skin remains slightly chilled, creating a heat between the meeting of your mouths. it sends a pleasurable tingle throughout your whole body— and so do jaehyun’s hands, which must have dropped the mistletoe, because they’re roaming all across your back and squeezing appreciatively at your waist and hips.
you’re not sure who’s fault it is for the way things take a turn, the sweet kiss becoming desperate and hungry. maybe it’s the slight chill driving you to want more warmth— the way your nipples remain hard against the rough fabric of your button up pajama shirt, even as jaehyun’s warm hands slip beneath the material to cup your breasts.
all you’re sure of is that you really want to keep kissing jaehyun— but with less clothes.
he must have the same desire because he’s backing you up without breaking the kiss until your back meets the counter, lifting you up and setting you down on it. you wordlessly spread your legs so jaehyun can stand between them, the man humming appreciatively before he eagerly leans into your lips again. his hands work blindly to unbutton your shirt— and judging by the sudden brush of air against your chest bone, he’s doing a good job at it.
when jaehyun parts from your lips to trail his kisses across your jaw and down your neck, a string of spit connects you before shortly breaking. you moan as jaehyun sucks a mark onto the soft part of your neck; the area he knows is your weak spot; that gets you wet and desperate for him every time— while he gently pushes your opened shirt off and lets it slowly fall down your shoulders.
“mmm, jaehyunie. more.” you shudder, your boyfriend responding by grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin of your throat, causing your thighs to tremble with want as you whimper and fist your hands into the material of his shirt.
“look who’s whining now.” jaehyun smirks, his voice taking that deep tone that’s so different from the higher pitched voice he usually speaks with. it sparks a fire in your belly, and suddenly all you want is for him to keep kindling it.
“pleease, yunie. touch me more.”
“okay, baby.” he whispers, leaning down to give one of your nipples a quick peck, leaving it glistening.
jaehyun takes one step back to pull his own shirt over his head, your eyes immediately dropping down to his toned stomach— and then even lower, to his hardened length that’s tenting in the confines of his pants. you’re about to express disappointment that he hasn’t removed them yet, but the words die on your tongue when his hands go to your own waistband.
he takes his sweet time, teasing you by slowly pulling them down. when the peek of your white socks are revealed, starting just below your knees— jaehyun’s trek pauses, eyes zeroing in on the sliver of fabric showing.
“jaehyun?” you ask faintly, the words floating in the air like a snowflake that’s about to dissolve. still, it breaks jaehyun somewhat out of his reverie, previously slow pace gone as he impatiently tugs your pants completely off and drops them carelessly to the floor.
“what are these?” he questions breathlessly, both hands holding your calves tenderly.
“my..socks?” you answer, but your tone sounds like it’s a question— confused as to why your boyfriend seems to like the clothing item so much. they’re just plain, no little bow or detail to them at all. “my friend bought them for me.”
“i like them.” jaehyun confirms, one finger slipping beneath the band of one sock to pull it back and snap it against your skin. an airy gasp escapes your lips at the sensation, feeling your clit pulse between you legs.
“you look so sexy in them, baby.”
“y— yeah?”
“yeah.” he says, a little throaty as he bites his lip, eyes roaming from your calves; thighs; to your pantie covered core. he pulls you by the crook of your knees until you're at the edge of the counter, his hot breath puffing between your legs. “but i think they’d look even better framing my head while i eat you out.”
your heart thrums in surprise as jaehyun pulls your panties to the side and immediately attaches his mouth to your wet pussy, groaning at your taste that coats his tongue as he swipes it through your folds.
nudging at your thighs, you understand his signal as you move your legs to rest on his shoulders. you do think it looks sexy; your legs working as a frame— not because of you, but because of your boyfriend’s face stuffed in your pussy while his usually puppy-like eyes now stare up at you wolfish and hungry. you’re glued to his gaze, unable to look away as your mouth drops open with a moan, jaehyun flicking over your clit with his tongue. the action resounds with a wet sound that has your cheeks burning and toes curling with pleasure as you lean back against your hands.
“please, jaehyunie. please, please.” you beg, mind dwindling into too much of a mess for you to even decipher what it is you’re asking for. but of course your boy seems to understand, slipping a single digit into your wanting cunt.
jaehyun easily pushes in knuckle deep, your eager pussy practically sucking him in— so he adds a second finger and looks back up just in time to see your eyes roll back.
your brain short circuits for a moment before you nod your head, opening your previously squeezed shut eyes to look at him. the second you do, he rewards you with his mouth back on you again, licking and sucking at your clit and folds, moving his head up and down with his enthusiasm. his fingers pump and curl inside your cunt expertly, finding yourself losing control of your reactions and coming closer to release.
jaehyun feels your legs trembling before you’re suddenly hooking your ankles and clenching your thighs around his head, the man moaning in ecstasy as the squishy flesh of your thighs press against his cheeks and create a dizzying pressure on his skull.
his fingers plunge deeper inside of you as his lips stay wrapped around your clit, determined to have you gushing in his mouth— and you do, falling apart with only a wanton whine to warn him as your back arches and eyes close in pleasure.
jaehyun practically growls when he watches your lewd expression as you cum in his mouth; how your hips start to grind against his tongue and fingers as you ride out your high. your skin is now burning hot beneath his fingertips; hair unstyled and a sexy sort of mess as it got disheveled amongst your pleasure; the white light shining through your windows like a halo above your head. (jaehyun’s sure he’s never seen something so beautiful.)
you’re panting when you finally come down, chest heaving and eyes half-lidded as jaehyun licks at his lips, savoring your taste as he stands to his feet.
“still got it in you, baby?” he asks as he looks at you with dark eyes, hand groping himself over his pants.
your pussy yet again clenches with need at the dirty display.
“yes, yunie. want your cock in me.”
at your words, jaehyun pulls his drooling dick out, yanking his pants and underwear down just enough so his balls are free. you slip your panties and socks off (causing jaehyun to curse under his breath at the arousing sight) before getting down from the counter, instead turning around to bend over it. it’s only then that you notice how your windows have the blinds raised up, leaving the two of you completely exposed.
“shit, jae! you just ate me out with the blinds open!”
“yup. and now i’m about to fuck you with the blinds open.”
you lightly flinch when jaehyun slaps his cock against your cunt, smothering it in your juices despite how he’s already lubed up enough by his own slick. despite your muttered words of embarrassment for him to shut the blinds, your back arches as you present yourself to him, causing jaehyun to smirk from behind you.
“nasty little thing, talking like you don’t want to be seen when i can literally see you clenching for it.”
(realistically, you’re on a high floor and the windows are foggy from the temperature difference outside. no one should be able to see you two. but still, the idea excites you and has your pussy pulsing tightly as jaehyun slowly pushes inside.)
“fff— fuck, oh,”
“that’s it.” jaehyun hisses between his own clenched teeth as he looks down, watching how your cunt sucks him in so eagerly— how it molds perfectly around his cock. his sexy voice does nothing to help your quivering and sensitive insides; how your skin almost tingles with arousal. you only lose more control as jaehyun makes his first deep thrust, falling forward onto the counter as your breasts press against the cold marble.
“shit— please!” you choke, but there’s no need to beg as jaehyun sets the pace.
his fingers find home in the softness of your flesh at the bend of your thigh, holding you in place as his balls slap against you with momentum.
you’ve lost all shame, crying out in pleasure as his hard cock invades your insides, cupping your own tits with your hands to play with your peaked nipples. you can hear jaehyun’s pants behind you— which are turning more moaned and broken by the second.
turning your head to see your gorgeous boyfriend, your eyes lock, and it’s evidently your turn to see his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“fucking shit— fuck! baby, you..you look so g—“ he’s unable to even finish his sentence when you clench tighter around him, cutting himself off with a groan as you’re already reacting to his praise before he’s fully said it. “i— i’m..g— gonna cum if you keep doing that. oh my God.”
“do it, jae.” you croon breathlessly, but jaehyun swears it’s like a siren’s call, sinking him further into delirium. “be a good boy n’ cum in me.”
you watch and listen as your boyfriend lets out another string of expletives, fingers tightening around your hips as he snaps into you even deeper— harder. your mouth hangs open in a silent whine as one of your hands keep working at your bud, moving the other down to swirl around your clit. jaehyun’s cock pulses inside you and you feel the electricity in the air; a band of energy pulling so taught it has to snap.
“give it to me, yunie! please!”
and the band breaks— you and jaehyun’s throaty sounds echo in your apartment as he floods your pussy with his cum, your own release dripping down your thighs. your legs tremble yet you still push back against his cock, getting slower and slower until he has to pull out from sensitivity.
you stay in your bent over position, too tired to move but also appreciating the cold of the counter as you lean down and press your cheek against it. you can barely see jaehyun from the angle before he drops to his knees, slightly trembling hands holding onto your thighs. you lift your head, thinking his knees have given out and about to start asking if he’s alright when you feel a stripe being licked up the inner part of your leg.
“jae?”
“just lemme clean you up, baby.” his hot breath puffs against your skin.
you lightly gasp as you feel his hair and nose brushing between your thighs, tongue so close to your heat as he licks up your juices until it’s all gone— and all that remains is a light trail of his glistening saliva from his tentative care.
after tucking himself back inside his pants and grimacing at how dirty he feels, he helps you off the counter and into his arms as you lean against his chest, still finding your strength.
“we need to clean up.” jaehyun whispers reverently, his hand brushing little shapes and swirls into your spine, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.
“m’ too weak.” you hardly mutter, letting your eyes fall shut.
“baby…did you forget you’re butt-ass-naked in the kitchen right now?”
your eyes snap open. “oh shit.”
“yeah. but don’t worry about it.” jaehyun says, stopping you with a gentle hand when you try to reach down for your clothes that were previously dropped to the floor. “we’ll take a shower together, hm? i’ll help you.”
another tender kiss to your forehead, a little bit of coaxing— and then you give in, letting yourself be led in jaehyun’s arms to the bathroom.
after showering, more kisses, and getting dressed; your energy has returned— and so has jaehyun’s.
“can i take you on the date now!” he exclaims, practically bouncing off the walls in excitement.
“baby, it’s not evening yet. we won’t even be able to see the christmas lights when the sun’s out.” you reason, and luckily that doesn’t dampen jaehyun’s spirit.
“oh, right! well— then we should marathon some christmas movies while we wait!”
your smile is so big you have to bite your lip to try and contain it, as always finding jaehyun’s usual enthusiasm absolutely heart striking and infectious. you nod your head ‘yes’ and he’s already taking your hand to walk you out of the bedroom and into the living area, rambling on about snacking on popcorn; popping some cookies in the oven; and asking if you have eggnog.
but all his words come to a halt when you sneeze behind him, and it’s like you could hear a pin drop or a snowflake fall.
turning his head and looking at you with eyes so wide they look like they’re about to pop out of his skull, jaehyun’s voice shakes. “please, for saint nick’s fucking sake— please do not tell me you feel sick.”
you hold it in for as long as you can, trying to play the act well and appear as though you’re just as afraid and shocked as him— before you can’t do it anymore, bursting into a fit of laughter as you grab onto your boyfriend’s arm while doubling over.
“i’m just kidding, i’m kidding!”
“oooh, real funny, y/n.” jaehyun responds, rolling his eyes despite the fond smile on his lips. “keep going like this and you’re gonna be on my naughty list.”
“oh?” you smirk, giggles somewhat dying down as you raise a playful brow to your boyfriend. “and what happens if i get on the naughty list?”
“want me to show you?” he challenges, the spark in his eyes mirroring your own, promising mischief.
you never really know how a day’s going to go when you’re with jaehyun, he’s always full of surprises. but one thing you are rather sure of is that this boy is going to make all your christmas wishes come true.
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note. again, plz don’t just like but reblog! thanks for reading <3 i might write another ‘version’ of this fic about the date jaehyun describes wanting to take reader on! all fluff! but i might do a different member, not sure. if you have a preferred member lmk.
SYNOPSIS: myung jaehyun has been your best friend for as long as you could remember and you were 100% not in love with him — especially considering his dating reputation. but as time passes and you start seeing him with more and more people, you begin to wonder if perhaps the uncomfortable feeling that had settled in your stomach was telling you the opposite.
WORD COUNT: 6.6k
GENRE/CONTENTS: angst, unrequited love, some comedy (very little, do not expect much 😭), reader cannot catch a break, very oc jaehyun he would never act like this </3, reader hits people affectionately, some profanity, inuyasha mentioned, "oh. oh." moment, time skips, and other things (i genuinely forgot LMFAO).
FEATURING: boynextdoor's taesan.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: i lowkey need to lock tf in but i kept thinking about this fic the other day and had to edit it and repost it on here after like 3 years 😭 (this was originally a jake fic and it’s actually so ass idk how some people read it omg) BUT ANYWAYS!!!! don't mind any mistakes i'm always half asleep when i'm editing LOL but please leave feedback! i love reading comments sm <3 anyways, happy reading!!!
RECOMMENDED SONGS: White Moon - iTunes Session by Beach House and I Caught Myself by Paramore
PART 1 — PART 2 — PART 3
BACK TO MASTERLIST.
Two years ago, you had finally come to the conclusion that Myung Jaehyun was an idiot.
Sure, he was an amazing student — with good grades and a definite chance of going to college on a scholarship, but this didn't mean anything to you, really. Jaehyun lacked common sense, and you learned — no, realized — this after he asked you to confess to his crush for him.
"Absolutely not," you said, ignoring his whines and pleas as you dragged him home. "That's the dumbest idea you've ever had.” You paused, “And you've had plenty."
"Come on, Y/N," he whined, stomping his feet like a child throwing a tantrum after not getting a toy. "I can't just walk up to her and tell her. That's weird!"
"That's the normal thing to do," you said. "You have to tell her how you feel. You can't just hide behind me every time you're in trouble or afraid, Jaehyun." The boy groaned, letting go of your arm and making space between the two of you, sulking. What you’d said was right (you were always right), but that had never stopped him before anyway.
You see, as confident as Jaehyun seemed around others, he was like a lost dog around you. Whenever he happened to come across the tiniest of inconveniences, he would turn to you in hopes that you’d fix it. And the thing was, you did. This wasn't anything new, of course, but at your age, it was something you felt needed to come to an end.
"You always ask me for favors and I never complain," he mumbled, walking behind you. "Can't you help me? Just this once?"
"You say that all the time."
"And you help me anyway," he said. Jaehyun stopped walking and you followed suit, turning around to face him. "What's stopping you from helping me now?"
Nothing. There was absolutely nothing stopping you from helping your best friend. But you’ve seen plenty of movies like these, and the outcome was never pretty. You sighed, "Why would I 'confess' to someone who isn't my crush?" you asked, trying to make sense of it all.
Jaehyun stepped closer to you and grabbed your arm again, smiling. "Please? I promise I'll never ask anything from you ever again. Just please help me with this." You stared at him, thinking of all the possible ways you could knock some sense into him but instead of doing that, you only sighed again.
"Fine," you said, his smile growing as the light in his eyes twinkled with excitement. "But I'm only doing this because you won't leave me alone,” you clarified.
"Thank you so much, Y/N!" he said, letting go of you. "I swear, I love you forever!"
And that seemed to be the start of your downfall.
Three weeks after you’d "confessed" to Jaehyun’s crush (you hadn't really cared enough to learn her name), he finally made his move by asking her out. And of course, being the great friend you were, you were happy for him. Now, there was no need for him to bug you with questions about her, but that was where you were wrong.
It was as if she was all Jaehyun talked about when he was with you.
"She complimented me!" Jaehyun spoke excitedly, rocking back and forth in his spot. You sat across from him on the grass, eating your salad. It was Sunday, which meant you'd be together all day and today, you decided to have lunch in the park. "She told me I looked nice, Y/N! Isn't that great?!"
"That's amazing," you responded, uninterested. "When's the wedding?"
Jaehyun ignored your tone, deciding it was best not to be discouraged. "I think she really likes me," he said, taking a strawberry from the container in front of him.
"That's great."
"Can you be a little happier for me?" he asked, trying to meet your eyes. "You sound angry every time I mention her."
"Jaehyun, I'm just trying to eat my salad," you said, ignoring his last statement. "I am happy for you — want a tomato?" He nodded and you took a tomato from your bowl, handing it to him. He ate it happily. "I just think maybe you should, I dunno, talk about something else every once in a while?"
He snorted, "If you're jealous, just say so."
"I'm not!" you responded.
"Come on, Y/N. You're my best friend — I've known you forever. I think by now I'd be able to tell when you're jealous or not." You shook your head, turning your attention back to your lunch. He smiled and moved closer to you. "I can set you up with someone, if you'd like," he said in a low voice, whispering.
"Hell no!" Jaehyun laughed at your reaction, satisfied. "As if I'd date one of your weird friends. Thanks, but I'm not desperate like you."
"You're so mean to me," he said, moving back to his original spot. "Think about it — we could go on double dates! And eat ice cream! Come on, you like ice cream."
"Drop it, Myung," you said. "I'm not interested in dating anyone." Jaehyun frowned, taking the container of strawberries into his hands and eating out of it.
"Fine," he mumbled. "But don't blame me if you end up lonely."
"I won't."
Jaehyun’s first relationship lasted a month.
To say he was sad was an understatement — the poor boy was devastated. You expected this much from a seventeen-year-old boy who was a little too affectionate with people. You expected him to run to you and stay with you and cry over how much he hated his ex-girlfriend. You expected this because it was Myung Jaehyun, your best friend.
What you didn't expect was for him to move on so quickly, and what started as an innocent love turned into something you only grew to hate.
In under the span of a year, Jaehyun had dated five girls and flirted with countless others, and you were there to witness it all. The innocent, shy boy you knew before was long gone and you’d watched him change right before your eyes. But of course, he treated you the same as ever.
Eighteen wasn't any better.
"Do you think you can grab the popcorn for later?" you asked the boy. The two of you had gone grocery shopping for movie night (it was Sunday, after all) and you were overly determined to finish the entire Twilight saga that night, despite your obvious hate for the storyline. When you received no response from Jaehyun, you turned your head only to find him staring down at his phone, smiling. You rolled your eyes and poked his side, making him yelp in surprise and almost drop his phone. "I'm talking to you, idiot."
"Sorry," he said. "What did you say?"
"I asked if you could grab the popcorn," you repeated.
And there it was, the apologetic smile Jaehyun gave you whenever he needed something from you. He had never used it as much before but after everything that'd happened in the past year, it was the only smile he ever gave you. You sighed, "What, Jaehyun?"
"Yeah, uh, about movie night," he started. "Do you think maybe we could... cancel?"
Oh.
You stared at him, noticing the slight panic in his eyes. Then your eyes trailed down to his phone. It was then that you realized the situation you were in. "A date?" you asked him, raising a brow questioningly, almost disappointed.
"Yeah..." He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry. I know it's sudden, but I figured it'd be fine if we do it today becau—"
"Because we do this all the time," you said, finishing his sentence as you went back to looking at the different variety of drinks to choose from. "Sure, go ahead. It's just this once, right?" You glanced at him and Jaehyun nodded. "Okay."
"Thank you, Y/N," he said, smiling happily. "I love you forever."
Your stomach turned at the sound of those words and you found yourself forcing a smile. "Sure," you said with a small nod. You weren’t sure if it was the obvious lie he had told you that made you feel that way or if it was the words he'd said after, but you chose not to think much of it.
Turning nineteen should've been better, but you quickly learned that it would only be worse — so much worse.
For the past two years, you had heard an innumerable amount of excuses from Jaehyun, explaining why he couldn't make it to movie night or picnic lunch "dates" or just be with you in general. And none of it bothered you at first — it was nice to see he was finally getting out of the house and had stopped relying on you, but it was also weird not having him around and before you knew it, you were missing him more than you wanted to.
But you had every right to miss him. He was your best friend and this was all just something you’d have to get used to, so there was nothing wrong with missing him for the meantime, right?
Wrong.
Everything was wrong with missing him, especially with all the changes you’d seen coming from him.
"You know, I don't think he even thinks about me these days," you started, laying on the grass at the park near your house. "He's probably having the time of his life." You turned your head to look at the boy beside you. "Don't you think so, Taesan?"
Han Taesan, one of Jaehyun’s close friends, sighed. "You don't really make an effort to talk to him anymore anyway, Y/N," he said. "I think he has every right not to remember you." You raised your hand and hit his arm gently, rolling your eyes when he winced. "I can see why he doesn't miss you," he said. "You're always hitting people."
"It's my way of showing affection," you said. "And I don't care if he misses me or not — he should at least ask me if I'm doing well. The last text he sent me was a month ago, Taesan. Can you believe him? He can't even text his own best friend to ask them if she’s still alive." You scoffed in disbelief, looking at Taesan again when you heard his phone go off. He stared at the screen, then looked at you, his eyes somewhat apologetic. Your mouth opened in shock, "No, he didn't."
"But... he did," he said, slowly turning the screen to face you, a notification from Myung Jaehyun himself adorning the screen.
"Asshole! What did he say?" You sat up, looking over the boy's shoulder to look at his phone screen. "Is he bragging about his girlfriend again?"
"Fortunately, he's not," he said. "He is, however, wondering if I'm talking shit about him."
"Ha!" You laughed loudly, making the boy move away from you before you burst his eardrums. Taesan watched you laugh over Jaehyun’s inconvenience, a thought popping into his head.
"Y/N," he called, waiting for you to calm down before he continued on with his thought. Your laughter died down a few moments later and you hummed in response, waiting for him to speak. "Do you like Jaehyun?"
Your smile disappeared.
You stared at Taesan blankly, but that was all he needed to know the truth. "No," you said. "I don't like him." Taesan continued to stare at you, almost as if he were waiting for you to tell him the "truth." "What? Stop looking at me like that, I don't like him. I just... don't."
"Okay," Taesan said. "Whatever you say." You didn't say anything after that and laid back down on the grass, sighing deeply as you stared up at the cloudless, blue sky.
The next time you saw Jaehyun was by accident — well, you considered it an accident.
As you made your way home from the part time job you’d been working, you spotted Jaehyun sitting on the front porch of your parent's house. He wasn't staring at his phone like he always was whenever you saw him but at the sky instead, his lips pursed and his leg bouncing impatiently. "What are you doing?" you asked, startling him as he looked away from the sky and at you, a smile instantly spreading across his face as he stood up and walked towards you.
"I was waiting for you," he said. "Your mom said you weren't home yet, so I waited here for... three hours?"
"Wow, so determined," you said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and you were about to start walking away when he grabbed your wrist. You turned to look at him, your eyes shifting from his hold on your wrist to his face. "What?"
"Well, I was hoping you'd kinda hang out with me today," he said, smiling sheepishly as he let go of you. "You know, like we used to?"
Like we used to. You didn't like that phrase one bit.
"It's only been two months, Jaehyun," you said. "If you missed me, you could've just said so."
"Oh, shut up," he said playfully, smiling when you started to laugh.
"Fine," you said. "Let me at least change first." The boy nodded enthusiastically. It reminded you of the times before, when he was yours and you were his, the time before seventeen and first loves. You gave him a small smile before going inside to change out of your work clothes.
Jaehyun was awfully quiet that day as he walked beside you. You glanced at him every now and then, noticing how uncomfortable he seemed to be around you, which was weird. It was you he was with after all. "Did something happen?" you asked, breaking the silence between you. He flinched at your sudden voice and sighed, shaking his head.
"Not really," he said. "I did, uh, break up with my girlfriend, though." The last part was quiet, almost as if he didn't want you to hear him, but at the same time did.
"Oh," you said. "Wow. That's, like, your third break up this year."
"You're making me sound like an asshole, Y/N," he laughed.
"That's 'cause you kinda are, Jaehyun," you said, laughing with him. "Don't worry, though — you're not getting rid of me."
"I know that," he said. "You're like the little flea guy from Inuyasha. What was his name?" You hit the back of his head lightly, making him laugh again.
"His name's Myōga. Asshole."
The park was always your go-to place when hanging out together, mainly because it was the closest place to your house. It was one of the things that you never wanted to change, considering all the memories the two of you had made there.
Jaehyun sat down on the grass and you followed, unintentionally keeping a distance between the two of you. The sun was starting to set, but there were still clouds in the sky — storm clouds, it seemed. "Y/N," he called your name. "Living on my own is harder than I thought."
Right. You’d forgotten he’d moved out of his parent's home a few months ago.
"I told you it'd be bad," you said, remembering how you’d clearly been against it. But Jaehyun had a habit of never listening to you; it’s how he’s always been.
"And it is," he said. "God, I should really start listening to you more." You fell silent once again, staring at the playground in the distance as Jaehyun pulled grass out of the ground. It was a comfortable silence, one that you hadn't felt in what seemed like years. You missed this, you missed your best friend.
You missed Jaehyun.
The rain was sudden, but not completely unexpected. It started off slow, one drop followed by the other and that drop followed by several more. Jaehyun stood up, a smile spreading across his face when the intensity of the downpour increased. He started laughing when he heard thunder in the distance and held his hand out in front of you, offering to help you get up. You took it immediately, the feeling of his warm hand and your cold skin coming together sending shivers down your spine.
"Let's go home!" you said loudly over the sound of thunder, the rain soaking through your clothes and seemingly seeping into your skin.
"No!" Jaehyun yelled before he took off running in the opposite direction. You knew he wanted you to chase after him, and you did (after a few complaints, of course). Thunder roared and lightning struck but that didn't seem to phase him. After a moment, he stopped running and stood beneath the rain, looking up at the sky as the raindrops fell onto his face. He then turned in your direction where you, too, had stopped running. "Look!" he yelled, pointing upward. "The sky's falling!"
By now, you were both drenched in the sky's tears, shivering due to the cold. Jaehyun walked towards you — his stupid smile still decorating his face — and stopped when he was standing right in front of you. You stared at him, wondering what kind of stupid idea he was about to come up with now.
"Let's dance," he said, his voice rather soft for the kind of weather they were in now. His eyes bore into yours, a light shining within them, causing your stomach to turn. It’d been so long since you were face to face with him, and a million forevers seemed to pass by as you looked into his eyes, unable to look away, unable to think straight.
"What?"
"I said, let's dance!" he repeated, taking your cold hands in his.
"I don't know how to dance, Jaehyun," she said with a nervous laugh.
"Don't worry about it,” he smiled. “I got you.” It was then you realized that Jaehyun wasn't a good dancer either — well, at least not in the rain. He would step on your wet shoes with his, but you would just laugh at him, saying it was okay. At some point, he ended up slipping and you both fell, followed by loud laughter coming from deep within your chests. He got off the ground and ran a hand through his wet hair before helping you up. And then, he was running again.
You didn't bother to run after him, but you did walk, laughing every time he tripped over his shoes. When he was a good forty-some feet away from you, he stopped and turned around, cupping his hands around his mouth and yelling your name. "Y/N!"
"Yes, Jaehyun?!”
"I love you forever!"
And then that it hit you. There, as you stood in the rainstorm, your best friend that you’d known for eight years smiling at you as if the rain wasn't blocking his view of you, yelling that he loved you as if there weren't other people around that gave you weird looks. It hit you the way a batter hits a baseball, the way a soccer player kicks a ball to score a goal. It hit you straight in the stomach, and it hit you hard.
You were in love with Myung Jaehyun, which now seemed to explain a lot of things. And he wasn’t able to see it because of the distance and the rain, but you were crying.
"Forever?" you asked, loud enough for him to hear.
"Forever!" he responded.
"Me, too!" you yelled back, barely able to make out the expression on his face, but you were sure his smile only grew. However, you knew he didn’t mean his words in the same way you meant yours.
You regretted a lot of things in your nineteen years of living, but your biggest regret was definitely letting your best friend ever love someone else besides you.
Turning twenty was horrible.
After much thinking in your bedroom and long talks with Han Taesan, you had finally confirmed that your being in love with Jaehyun wasn't anything new. In fact, you’d been in love with him for a long time, but only now realized it. It was irritating how you’d only figured out your feelings now but at the same time, it was refreshing — you were finally confident about the way you felt towards your best friend. And you would never tell him.
Why?
Because he had a girlfriend. Again.
At this point, Taesan had learned to tune you out when you would rant to him. Your words would go in one ear and out the other and his responses were always short or hums. You could tell he didn't really care and you were grateful — if he did care, you knew he'd probably confront Jaehyun about it, and that was the last thing you wanted from him.
"How long do you think they'll last?" you asked him, popping grapes into your mouth. "I bet two mont— no, maybe three."
"You're really wishing for their downfall, aren't you?" Taesan asked. "Six months."
"Six?" you asked, laughing, "Isn't that a bit much?"
"Well, you haven't really seen them together as much as I have, Y/N," he said, looking up from his phone and at you. "Six months. At least."
"That's a long time," you said. “For him.”
"Yeah. It is." You sighed, eating the rest of the grapes. By now, you’d realized that Jaehyun only ever ran back to you after a breakup, which was around every other month, but six months? You couldn't wait that long to see him again. Six months was half a year — so much could happen in that span of time. But Han Taesan was right.
The next time you saw Jaehyun wasn't six months later, however — it was seven. A cold winter morning where he'd decided it was finally best to check to see if his best friend was still breathing by visiting your parent's house. Whenever he'd talk to you, it was as if they hadn't gone half a year without communicating and it shocked you a bit, but made you happy at the same time.
"Did you break up again?" you asked once you were able to get some alone time. It was around noon by now and your mother had sent the two of you grocery shopping for lunch.
He snorted, "That's all you ever ask me when we see each other," he said.
That's the only reason why you'd ever come back to me.
You laughed, giving him an apologetic smile afterwards. "Sorry," you said. "I'm just curious, that's all."
"It's okay," he said. "We didn't break up."
Oh.
"Really?" you asked, somewhat surprised. "You managed to keep a relationship for longer than five months?" You hit his arm playfully, "What? Are you gonna marry her?"
"No!" Jaehyun said. "I just... really like her this time."
Oh.
"Well, invite me to the wedding, will you?" you said jokingly, smiling afterwards.
And that he did. Funny how that works, right?
Eight months after that day, fifteen months since his relationship with his current girlfriend had began, Jaehyun texted you and asked if you could talk. Of course, you assumed he'd finally broken up with his girlfriend and needed someone to comfort him, so you agreed to meet him at the park (as usual). When you got there, you found him seated on the old swing set near the playground, kicking the dirt with his shoes.
"This better be important," you started, taking a seat beside him. "I was in the middle of a movie marathon with my mom."
He smiled when he heard your voice. "Right," he said. "It's Sunday."
(After countless excuses, you had come to the conclusion that it was time to replace your previous movie partner, seeing that Jaehyun never had any time left over to spend with you on Sundays. So you replaced him with your mother, and as much as you loved spending time with her, it wasn't the same as Sundays with Jaehyun.)
"So, what's up?" you asked, breaking the silence. "Something on your mind? Do you need me to knock some sense into you?"
Jaehyun laughed. "No," he said. "I'm fine, I just need to tell you something important."
"Then go ahead. Whenever you're ready," you said. He nodded, waiting for a moment, thinking of how to phrase his words and say them to you. Then, he took a deep breath and spoke.
"I'm getting married, Y/N," he said.
Your world began to crumble. Time froze and as much as you wanted to say something, you couldn't. So you sat there in silence, fighting the urge to cry as he waited for a response from you. You let out a breath, trying to calm herself down before speaking.
"Married at twenty-one," you said quietly, because if you raised your voice any more, you were sure the tears would fall from your eyes. "And you’re sure about that?"
"Come on, Y/N," he said with a smile, hitting your arm playfully, expecting a more excited reaction from you. "Be happy for me."
"I am happy for you," you said. And you were. Despite still being young and having his whole life in front of him, you were happy for Jaehyun. You were happy he’d figured something out and managed to make a relationship last long enough for him to believe he was ready to settle down.
But you pitied yourself.
"I really love her," he started, almost as if you weren't on the verge of breaking down beside him. "I proposed to her two weeks ago and she said yes, too. I know maybe it's a little too soon, but I feel like she's the one, you know?" You hummed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope, handing it to you. You hesitated, but took it eventually, staring down at it, realizing that this was your reality and not some sick nightmare.
Oh, how you wished it was a nightmare.
"It'd be nice if you came," he said, smiling at you softly, kindly — that smile you wished you could see every day. "It wouldn't be a wedding without my best friend, would it?"
God, it hurts. You felt as if your heart was being ripped from your chest. You felt like screaming. You felt like crying. You wanted to throw the invitation at Jaehyun and say no, you weren't going to attend his stupid wedding. You wanted to tell him how you really felt, how you were tired of keeping your feelings to yourself. You wanted to tell him everything, but you couldn't. The words were stuck in the back of your throat, almost suffocating you.
"Okay," you said, looking up at him with teary eyes. "I'll go." Your heart was shattering right in front of him, right in the palm of his hand, and he didn't even know it.
"Thanks, Y/N," he said with a grateful smile. "I love you forever."
Myung Jaehyun was a fucking idiot.
The wedding took place five months later and you refused to get out of bed until your mother (and Han Taesan) dragged you out and made you get ready. Taesan knew how much you were suffering inside, but you’d already RSVP'd. You couldn't just bail on your best friend last minute.
So you went, accompanied by Taesan because he knew if he left you alone, you’d instantly run in the opposite direction. That didn't really stop you though because the moment you reached the venue, you took off sprinting.
"Y/N!" Taesan yelled your name, running after you. He was thankful that you weren’t a very athletic person because after only a minute and a half of running, you collapsed onto the sidewalk, trying to catch your breath. "Maybe you should exercise," he said, laughing as he grabbed your arm and pulled you off the ground. You groaned, too tired to fight him as he dragged you back to the venue.
"I'm not going inside," you said. "You can't make me."
"You don't have a choice," Taesan said. "Jaehyun’s gonna walk out of his own wedding just to drag you there if you don't show up anyway." You scoffed.
"Why can't he just marry me?" you asked, your voice quiet. He sighed, refusing to give your an answer as he led you inside, holding her wrist tightly just in case you tried to run again.
You would never admit it aloud, but the ceremony was beautiful. You saw how Jaehyun looked at his bride, his eyes lingering on her for a little too long before turning away. There was so much love between them, it almost made you feel guilty. When they began their vows, Taesan would glance at you occasionally, watching your eyes go from the bride to your best friend, then back to the bride. To his surprise, you weren’t crying — maybe because you’d already shed enough tears before the ceremony — but the sadness was evident in your eyes.
"So you did come," Jaehyun said to you during the afterparty. He found you sitting alone, since Taesan had decided to get shitfaced with his other friends (god, she hated Taesan). He took a seat beside you. "Shocker. I was getting ready to run after you."
"I'll have you know I keep my word," you said, rolling your eyes. "She's pretty, by the way."
"I know," he said with a proud smile. "She's so beautiful."
Ouch. You cleared your throat, drinking from your glass of water (you wanted to get shitfaced too, but someone had to be sober enough to take both you and Taesan home). "What do you plan to do after?" you asked, trying to change the subject.
"I'm gonna finish this year before dropping out," he said. "It was my decision, by the way. I had to convince her—"
You wanted to die. You wanted to stand up and walk away from the conversation. You wanted Taesan to come back and take you home so you could finally cry in peace. You wanted Jaehyun to shut the fuck up.
But you never really got what you wanted, did you?
You went home alone that night, crying your eyes out. This was your reality. Your best friend, the boy you’d been in love with for years, was now married to someone else.
Maybe if you’d done something differently, this never would've happened. If you hadn't agreed to help him confess to that girl, you would never have been in this situation. You wouldn't have to keep your feelings to yourself — even worse now that he was married — and you wouldn't be crying on the side of the road with a semi-sober Han Taesan chasing after you.
You hated the life you were living.
To your surprise, however, twenty-two was a lot more quiet, more peaceful. Maybe because Jaehyun wasn't around as much anymore.
In all honesty, you were grateful that he wasn't there. You needed a reason to move on, especially now that he was "tied down." You needed a reason to stop drowning in your own sorrow and to stop bothering Taesan with your ranting (you were sure he was getting tired of you, anyway). Moving on took a lot of effort but you were willing to try, as long as there were no distractions.
And there weren't, so by the time you turned twenty-three, you were sure you’d finally moved on from Jaehyun. Maybe his absence in your life was a good thing after all. You were happier now (even Taesan was happy that you had stopped running to him).
That was until she received a message from Myung Jaehyun himself.
When you saw him sitting on your front porch that evening, you didn't feel anything. Of course, you were happy to see him again, but the butterflies you’d felt all those times before were gone — a sign that you had finally moved on. You took a seat beside him. "To what do I owe this great honor?" you asked, receiving a small laugh from him.
"You're still sarcastic," he said.
"And you're still short. Some things don't change, Jaehyun." He gave you a playful glare, smiling afterward. "How's life treating you?" you asked him, crossing your legs and intertwining your hands.
"Well," he sighed. "It's definitely... tiring."
"It's the old age," you said, laughing when he hit your arm.
"I'm twenty-three, Y/N, not seventy."
Silence. You were never fond of the silence before but now, it was almost relieving for you. At least you got to have moments like this, moments that some people would find unbearable. He cleared his throat as you glanced at him. He looked like he had something to tell you, but wasn't sure how. You didn't push him to say it, though, and waited instead.
"Y/N," he started. You hummed and waited again. Jaehyun sighed, then continued. "I'm leaving soon."
God, you just wanted a break.
You stared at him blankly, not sure how you should react. Did you even have the right to cry? You weren’t sure what kind of reaction he was expecting from you, but he expected the silence. He played with his fingers (a habit he'd had as a kid, seems he never got rid of it) and waited for you to say something.
"When?" you asked.
"Next week."
"Where?"
"California," he said, letting out a breath. "I've been wanting to go for a while and at first it was just supposed to be a vacation, but we decided to move there."
You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying. You were never good with long distance because you were afraid of losing contact with people and he knew that — maybe that's the only reason why he bothered to check up on you some days. Don't be stupid. You're his friend.
"I'm happy for you," you said.
"You don't look happy."
So maybe Jaehyun wasn't a total idiot. You gave him a small nod and a melancholic smile. "Well, I'm just a little sad," you said. "I mean, I'll miss you."
"I didn't know you had feelings."
"Shut up." Jaehyun laughed, satisfied with your reaction. It reminded you of how he'd tease you when you were younger, when you hurt less. You fell silent again, listening to the sound of the wind pass by.
"You'll call, right?" you asked him, looking down at your shoes. "To check up on me and stuff?"
"Look at you, depending on me," he said. "What's wrong, Y/N? This isn't like you."
"Well, you spent most of our childhood running to me and hiding behind me," you said. "Don't you think I have the right to depend on you at least once?"
He chuckled, "Sure," he said. "I'll call you."
"I'm gonna miss you a lot."
"You already said that," he smiled.
"I know."
The day Myung Jaehyun left for California was the day you swore you’d never love again — because maybe, it’d be easier that way.
You stood beside Han Taesan, your hands stuffed in your pockets and your eyes on your shoes. You listened quietly to the boys' conversation, waiting for the flight to be announced.
"He talks about you a lot," his wife said to you, making you raise your head. She offered you a smile and moved to stand beside you, eyeing Jaehyun to make sure he wasn’t listening to her. "He always talks about your memories together and how you were the only person that could actually tolerate him."
"He was a pain in the ass," you mumbled.
"He still is," she said, making you laugh. She chuckled, "But that's just part of who he is, you know?"
Of course you knew. You’ve known Jaehyun for eleven years — or as he'd refer to it, forever. However, you held back from saying so.
"You'll take care of him, right?" you asked her, looking back to your shoes. "Make sure he doesn't do something stupid?"
She laughed, "Of course," she said. She turned to look at Jaehyun when she heard their flight was now ready to board. "Well, we'll see each other soon." You hummed, watching her feet disappear from your line of vision. As you were getting ready to walk away you realized his wife's spot was replaced by someone else. You looked up and saw Jaehyun, who was looking at you sadly. (Taesan had said his goodbyes and stepped aside, letting you have your moment.)
"You're gonna miss your flight," you said.
"And you were gonna leave without saying goodbye," he replied, frowning. "You're so cold. I was about to cry."
You snorted. "Crybaby."
"You're so mean," he said playfully, hugging you. You returned the hug, holding back tears. "I'll miss you, though."
"Of course you will. It's me."
"Shut up, we're having a moment."
Your moment should have lasted longer than thirty seconds but when the intercom announced his flight was boarding for the second time, Jaehyun let go, sighing. "You'll text me?" you asked him, holding out your pinky.
"That's so childish of you," he chuckled, hooking your pinky with his nonetheless. "I promise," he said. "And if I don't, you can come find me and beat me up, okay?"
"Okay," you smiled.
He unhooked your pinkies. "I love you forever, Y/N. Okay?"
You nodded, despite feeling your heart shattering inside of you. "Okay," you said. "Now go before I start crying and you miss your flight." He nodded and turned around, running towards the gate. Once he was there, he turned around to wave at you and Taesan, smiling brightly as he entered the gate and finally left.
You let out a relieved sigh, as if a weight had finally been lifted from your shoulders and made your way towards Taesan who was patiently waiting for you. "Are you okay?" was the first thing he asked you, looking at you worriedly.
"Yeah," you replied. "I'm okay."
Days later, you had come to the conclusion that Jaehyun leaving for California was a good thing. Of course, you were going to miss having him around, but this was a huge step for you. Your heart was still healing and you were finally letting go — this was good, even if you’d probably never seen him again.
You found yourself at the park once again, even though it was the last place you wanted to be. It was full of people — couples taking a walk, children running around, elders going for their daily run. Among them, you seemed lonely, and it was then that you realized you had never gone to the park without Jaehyun.
Well, it's never too late to try something new, is it?
You sat on the grass, the same spot where you’d always sat, and stared at the spot beside you, empty and cold, waiting for someone to fill the space. But maybe this was a good thing — maybe it was good to be alone every once in a while.
You sat there for hours, going through every memory you’d made there. Sighing, you laid down on the grass, closing your eyes tiredly.
You weren’t expecting the rain, though.
You opened your left eye when you felt a raindrop land on your forehead, followed by another on your cheek. You sat up, staring up at the sky as the raindrops continued to fall. From the corner of your eye, you saw people start to disperse, their cheerful moods ruined by the sudden downpour. However, you sat there, staring into the storm clouds as their tears fell to the ground.
Maybe you were going insane.
You stood up, staggering as you kept your eyes on the sky. The rain poured harder and the sky became darker and you probably should've been running to find shelter, but you weren’t. Instead, you were standing there like an idiot, a smile stretching across your face as the water hit you.
The sky was falling.
NOTE: there is so much lore to this fic i genuinely might make a separate post for it but i just can't write it as a fic for the life of me 😭 but like... if u guys want to know everyone's povs... lmk 😹
cont ──── desperate sex, makeout, skin ship, no power dynamics, mini
soft make out sessions with jaehyun that never fail to turn into him rutting into you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, with his jaw dropped open, pathetic noises escaping.
the second your lips connect, he’s already wanting more. Your fingers slip under his top, grazing the sensitive skin above his sweatpants, an action that has him melting into you.
with a few simple touches, you have your boyfriend under a trance. He stares at you with hooded eyes, his lips swollen.
“Can we, please?”
he whispers in your ear, whining under his breath as you move to kiss him again, he practically chases after your lips.
and of course it doesn’t take much convincing for him to have you face down on the couch, ramming into your poor pussy, drooling on the cushions.
