First Meeting - Jaewon/One Fluff
I’ll be honest, I didn’t know who Jaewon was, but I did my research and he actually seems pretty sweet. I downloaded one of his songs too, because I searched him on Youtube. I think it was with Beenzino? I like Beenzino, and now have another rapper to like, so thank you anon x
Finally, you could go home after that long and stressful day. Your boss had you running here and there far more than usual. Your boss was also in one of their weird moods, so you had to refill them with coffee every hour or so just to make sure they were still alive. You just couldn’t wait to sit down, even if it was on a train, and maybe have a nap.
When you got on the train, though, you realised that it wasn’t going to be that way at all. It was absolutely packed full of people, and as you scanned up and down the carriage you knew that you wouldn’t be sitting down. Moving to the nearest loop which hung from the trains ceiling, you grabbed on before the train began to move.
Way to ruin your day just that little further. On the worst days, there were never seats on the train. It was just the rule, or that’s how it appeared.
You pulled out your phone to see a text from your boss.
‘You’ve got to come in early tomorrow. I don’t want you a second late after eight AM. Bring coffee.’
“Aish.” You snarled, locking your phone and shoving it into your bag.
“Are you alright?” Was heard from above you, causing you to turn. This is when you first met eyes with him: Jung Jaewon.
Of course, you didn’t know at that second who he was or eventually how much he would mean to you, but what you did know was that he was gorgeous. His dark hair hung down naturally, his jumper baggy on his arms. And, oh, how you feel for those eyes the second you clashed with them. Warm eyes that seemed so inviting.
“Is there something on my face?” He chuckled (a laugh more beautiful than you’d ever heard before), wiping around his soft lips.
Your eyes widened, realising that you’d been staring, “Ah, no. Sorry, I’m just tired.”
“Yeah. My boss is a little. . . bossy.”
Again, he laughed lightly, “The clues in the name I guess.”
“I guess I was stupid enough to work for somebody like that anyway.” You huffed, looking around the carriage.
“I’m Jaewon.” He said, causing you to turn and look at him shooting you a smile which suddenly made your day ten times better.
“I’m Y/N.” You replied, mirroring the smile he gave you, “So, Jaewon, do you make conversation with everyone on public transport?”
“Only the pretty ones, Y/N.” He answered, a smirk growing on his face.
You felt your cheeks heat up as you looked down on at your shoes, worn from all the strutting about at work. This is when the lights began to flicker on the train, causing everyone to gasp.
“Ah, what’s going on with them?” Jaewon muttered lightly. As these words floated out of him, you couldn’t help but keep your eyes fixed to his lips. You studied the way they moved, wrapped around each vowel. Your eyes then travelled up to study his whole face, and you believed at that second that you’d never see anybody so beautiful.
You felt your hand begin to loosen up on the loop as you began to truly admire Jaewon. His hair, his eyes, his nose, his cheekbones. Those lips. But as soon as you felt yourself relaxing, the train jolted and came to an abrupt stop.
Screams could be heard from around you as people’s bags fell over, or they bumped into the person next to them. Nobody fell over. Nobody, that was, but you and Jaewon. When the light’s turned on, it revealed the mess that was surrounding you all. Along with some people’s groceries, Jaewon and you were on the floor, you lying on top of him. You were so wrapped up in looking at his face that when the train stopped, you fell straight into him and took him down to the floor with you.
You pushed up, looking down at him, “Ah, I’m sorry.”
Again, that smirk grew on his face as Jaewon pushed himself up then offered his hand out to you, in a mess on the floor. You graciously accepted his hand (which was surprisingly soft) and brushed yourself down.
‘We seem to be experiencing some technical difficulties. I’m afraid that you will all have to get off now. Don’t worry, though, because-’ The announcer carried on speaking, but as Jaewon leaned in close to you ear, you could hear nothing but what he was about to say.
“You must have been staring again, right Y/N?” He chuckled, before slinging an arm over your shoulder and walking off the train with you as soon as the doors opened, “Aigoo, looks like we’re stuck in,” Jaewon looked up at the sign, “Ilsang station.”
“This was my stop anyway.” You replied, the two of you walking to the exit.
“Oh, really? My stop didn’t arrive yet.” He said as you both left. Quickly, he rushed in front of you and placed a hand on each of your shoulders, forcing you to stop walking, “Perhaps it was fate that the train stopped here.”
“U-Uh, I’m not sure.” You answered, your eyes wide. As quickly as the hands landed on your shoulders, though, Jaewon dropped them down and the two of you continued walking.
“Do you live far from here?” He asked, looking up at the darkening sky.
You pointed towards an alley way, “If I walk down there, ten minutes away,” You then pointed towards a main road, “If I walk that way, thirty.”
“Well, let me walk you back. It’s getting late, it would only be right of me to do it.” He said.
“Ah, you don’t have to do that. I’ve walked home at this time on many occasions before.”
“Let’s call it compensations for you using me as your cushion back there when the train stopped.”
You turned to look at Jaewon, your brows furrowed, “Really? I didn’t mean to!”
He turned to you, a grin on his face. The grin slowly faded though, and became a more honest smile, the look in his eyes changing, “Just let me walk you home. I want to make sure you’re safe.”
After a few moments of thought, you nodded, agreeing to his suggestion. The two of you chattered on the way back about work. Jaewon revealed to you that he was a trainee rapper, with a dream of doing what he loved as a living every day. You must admit, this man you’d just met on the train became more and more beautiful, more and more perfect by the second.
Finally, you made it back to yours and Jaewon’s hands slipped into his pockets.
“Well, I’m glad I came to see you off. I’ll sleep easy tonight.” He said, the same genuine smile on his face, “Good night.” He nodded, turning to walk down the street.
“Jaewon, wait.” You called, making him stop and turn back to you, “Do you like tea?”
He chuckled, jogging back up to see you. The two of you stood on your doorstep, just looking at each other, deep into each other’s eyes. This is when his arm wrapped around your shoulder again, turning you so the both of you walked into your house.
“I knew you wouldn’t want me to go. I saw it in your eyes.”
You made Jaewon and you tea, and soon enough you were sitting on the sofa together and laughing like you had known each other for years. Maybe it was fate that the train stopped, or that there were no spare seats. How else would you have met the man of your dreams? That night, you slept well, with Jaewon’s arms around you as the two of you fell asleep on your couch, exhausted from getting to know each other. Never would you forget your first meeting with Jung Jaewon.
