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i love enhypen so much. they have been my comfort for years now. they have indirectly helped me in the darkest moments of my life. i genuinely don't know how i'd be without them. they mean so much to me. if someone told me i had to choose between meeting all seven of them or never worrying about money for the rest of my life....i hope they know i'll be supporting them every comeback from my fully paid house.
GHOST PROTOCOL- Park Jongseong fanfic
Pairings: Dom! Jay x Reader
Summary: Working under the agency's most feared commander, Park Jongseong (Jay), was never supposed to be easy. He was cold, demanding, and impossible to read, while you somehow found yourself falling for him anyway. As dangerous missions bring you closer, the walls around Jay slowly begin to crack, proving that sometimes the quietest hearts love the hardest.
Warnings: smut, blowjob, tit play, nipple play, v sucking/licking, submissive jay, riding. (In the next part, not this one)
"He never knew how to love loudly. So he loved quietly, in ways only she would learn to notice."
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing another floor that looked exactly like the last—gray walls, polished concrete, and people dressed in black moving with quiet urgency.
You adjusted the strap of your bag as you stepped out, trying your best not to stare.
Everyone here looked like they knew exactly what they were doing.
You, on the other hand, were still wondering how your life had turned upside down in less than forty-eight hours.
A week ago, your biggest concern had been finishing a cybersecurity report before the deadline.
Now you were standing inside one of the country's most classified intelligence agencies after accidentally uncovering encrypted files that someone clearly never wanted found.
"Y/N?"
You turned at the sound of your name.
A woman in a navy suit approached with a polite smile, holding a tablet against her chest.
"I'm Agent Han. Follow me."
You nodded quickly before falling into step beside her.
The hallway seemed endless. Offices lined either side, agents disappearing in and out of rooms without sparing either of you a second glance. Phones rang constantly, keyboards clicked in the background, and somewhere farther down the corridor someone was already arguing over a mission report.
It was nothing like the movies.
It was... quieter.
More organized.
Scarier.
Agent Han stopped outside a pair of frosted glass doors.
"They're waiting for you."
"They?"
She simply smiled before pushing the door open.
Every conversation inside the room came to a stop.
Your stomach tightened.
There were six people seated around the table, files spread out in front of them.
Some looked curious.
Some looked annoyed.
One of them didn't look at you at all.
He stood near the window with his hands tucked into the pockets of his black slacks, eyes fixed on the city stretching below.
Even from where you stood, something about him felt distant.
Like he was physically in the room but mentally somewhere else.
"Agent Park," Agent Han called.
He finally turned.
Dark eyes landed on you for exactly two seconds before shifting to the director.
"So this is her?"
"Yes."
A folder was placed on the table.
"You'll be working together."
Silence.
Jay glanced down at the file before closing it without opening a single page.
"I'm not taking the assignment."
Nobody looked surprised.
The director leaned back in his chair.
"You don't have a choice."
"I work alone."
"You did."
Another pause.
Then, for the first time, Jay looked directly at you.
Not curious.
Not friendly.
Just... assessing.
As if he was already calculating how much trouble you were going to cause.
You offered an awkward smile anyway.
"Hi."
He blinked once.
"...No."
For a second, you weren't sure you'd heard him correctly.
"...No?"
The director pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly expecting this reaction.
"Agent Park."
"I said no."
"You've refused this assignment three times in the last hour."
"And I'll refuse it a fourth."
The room fell silent.
You glanced between the two men, unsure if you were supposed to say something or quietly disappear.
Agent Han gave you a sympathetic smile.
"This isn't personal."
"It feels a little personal," you muttered under your breath.
A quiet snort came from the other side of the table.
One of the younger agents quickly hid his smile behind a coffee cup.
Jay didn't react.
He kept his attention on the director.
"She's a civilian."
"Not anymore."
"She has no field training."
"Which is exactly why she needs you."
"I protect intelligence."
The director raised an eyebrow.
"You protect whatever I assign you."
Another silence settled over the room.
Jay let out a slow breath before reaching for the folder he'd ignored moments earlier.
He flipped it open.
Your photo stared back at him.
Pages of background information followed—education, certifications, work history, security clearance.
His eyes paused on the final page.
Attempted assassination.
Twice.
He closed the file.
"When do we leave?"
The director's lips curled into the faintest smile.
"Tomorrow morning."
—
You barely had enough time to process anything before Agent Han was guiding you through another maze of hallways.
"I thought he didn't want the assignment."
"He doesn't."
"Then why did he agree?"
"He read the last page."
You frowned.
"The part about someone trying to kill me?"
She nodded.
"Agent Park doesn't like unnecessary casualties."
"Oh."
For some reason...
...that answer felt strangely disappointing.
—
The agency issued you an access card, a temporary apartment inside the secure complex, and a phone that looked completely ordinary until Agent Han casually informed you it could erase itself in under five seconds.
By the time everything was finished, your head was spinning.
You stepped out into the hallway, grateful for the quiet.
It lasted all of ten seconds.
"You walk too loudly."
You turned.
Jay stood a few feet away, sleeves rolled to his forearms, one hand holding two paper cups of coffee.
You looked down at your shoes.
"I'm wearing sneakers."
"I know."
"...And I still walk loudly?"
"You drag your feet."
You blinked.
"I've known you for three hours."
"I noticed in three seconds."
He held one of the cups toward you.
You hesitated.
"I thought you didn't like me."
"I don't know you."
"That's... somehow worse."
"It wasn't meant to be better."
You accepted the coffee anyway.
It was exactly how you liked it.
Extra milk.
One sugar.
You stared at the cup before looking back at him.
"...How did you know?"
Jay took a sip from his own coffee, already walking down the hallway.
"I didn't."
"You guessed?"
"No."
"Then how—"
"You picked up three sugar packets at reception."
He didn't look back.
"You only used one."
You stood there for a moment, watching him disappear around the corner.
"...He's terrifying."
From somewhere ahead, his voice echoed down the hallway.
"I heard that."
Your eyes widened.
"You were supposed to."
A beat of silence.
Then, despite yourself, you smiled.
By the end of your second week, you'd come to one very unfortunate conclusion.
Working for Park Jongseong was exhausting.
Nothing you did seemed to satisfy him.
You organized mission files.
"They're out of order."
"They're in chronological order."
"They should be categorized by operation."
You redid them.
"...Better."
That was the closest thing to a compliment you'd ever received.
The next day, you brought him coffee.
He didn't even look up from the report in front of him.
"I didn't ask for coffee."
"I know. You looked tired."
"I wasn't."
"...Right."
You quietly took the cup back before placing it on your own desk instead.
Even your coworkers had started noticing.
One afternoon, as Jay stepped into a meeting with the directors, Sunghoon leaned against your desk.
"You know..."
You looked up from your laptop.
"I've never seen someone try this hard to impress him."
"I'm not trying to impress him."
Sunghoon gave you a look.
"You reorganized his entire office yesterday."
"...It needed reorganizing."
"You color-coded his reports."
"...Because they were a mess."
"You learned how he likes his documents printed."
"...Double-sided saves paper."
He laughed.
"Keep telling yourself that."
Your face warmed as he walked away.
—
Later that evening, everyone had already left.
Everyone except you...
...and your boss.
You were finishing the last report when Jay walked out of his office.
He glanced at the clock.
"You should've gone home an hour ago."
"I'm almost done."
"You finished your work two hours ago."
You blinked.
"...How do you know that?"
"I assigned it."
"...Right."
He nodded once before heading toward the elevator.
You waited until the doors closed.
Then you let out a long sigh.
"Unbelievable."
You shoved another file into the cabinet.
"Cold, emotionless robot."
Another file.
"Does he wake up every morning and think, 'How can I make everyone's life miserable today?'"
You mimicked his deep voice under your breath.
"'Fix the report.'"
"'Redo the report.'"
"'Print it again.'"
"'The margins are wrong.'"
You rolled your eyes dramatically.
"Just say thank you once, you grumpy—"
"The margins were wrong."
Your entire body froze.
Slowly...
Painfully slowly...
You turned around.
The elevator doors had opened again.
Jay stood exactly where you'd left him.
One hand in his pocket.
The other holding the folder he'd apparently forgotten.
Your soul left your body.
"...How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough."
Silence.
You considered every possible escape route.
There weren't any.
Jay looked at you for a moment before walking over to your desk.
He placed the folder down.
Then, without changing his expression—
"The report was well done."
You stared at him.
"...What?"
"You wanted a thank you."
Your mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
He adjusted the cuff of his sleeve.
"Thank you."
And just like that...
...he walked away.
Leaving you standing in the middle of the office, wondering if you'd imagined the entire conversation.
The next morning, you avoided him.
Well...
You tried to.
The second you stepped into the office, you spotted him through the glass walls of his office, already reading through a stack of mission reports.
You immediately turned around.
"Nope."
"Where are you going?"
You nearly jumped at the sound of Sunghoon's voice.
"...Home."
"You just got here."
"I know."
"You've been here for thirty seconds."
"I've embarrassed myself enough for the rest of the year."
Sunghoon frowned.
"What happened?"
Before you could answer, Jay's office door opened.
"Y/N."
Your shoulders slumped.
"...Yes, sir?"
"My office."
Sunghoon gave you a look that practically screamed good luck.
You shot him one that said if I don't come back, tell my mom I tried.
Taking a deep breath, you knocked lightly before stepping inside.
"You wanted to see me?"
Jay didn't answer right away.
He continued reading the document in his hands, flipping through another page before finally setting it aside.
"Close the door."
Your heart sank.
This is it.
I'm getting fired.
You quietly closed the door behind you.
The office suddenly felt much smaller.
Jay looked up.
"You've been avoiding me."
"...No?"
He held your gaze.
"You walked into the office, saw me, and turned around."
"...I was..."
You searched desperately for an excuse.
"...Checking the emergency exit."
"The emergency exit is behind you."
"...Right."
Silence.
You stared at the floor.
Jay stared at you.
Finally, he spoke.
"You don't need to worry about yesterday."
Your head snapped up.
"I wasn't worried."
"You were."
"I wasn't."
"You've looked at everyone in this room except me."
"...There are only two people in this room."
"Exactly."
You sighed dramatically.
"...Can we please pretend that never happened?"
"No."
You groaned, covering your face.
"I'm going to have nightmares about this."
"I doubt that."
"You underestimate my ability to overthink."
For the first time, Jay's expression softened.
It wasn't a smile.
Not even close.
But there was something less guarded in his eyes.
"I've been called worse."
You blinked.
"You have?"
He nodded once.
"Much worse."
"...Did they also compare you to household appliances?"
"No."
"Then I might actually be the worst."
A tiny pause.
Then—
"I've also been called a robot."
You stared at him.
"...Seriously?"
"Several times."
"Oh."
"...Was I original, at least?"
"The vending machine comment was new."
Heat rushed to your cheeks.
"I knew I should've kept that one to myself."
"You should have."
"...Sorry."
"It's fine."
You frowned.
"...That's it?"
"What were you expecting?"
"I don't know..."
"A lecture?"
"A written warning?"
"Maybe a thirty-minute presentation on respecting your boss?"
Jay reached for another file.
"If I disciplined every employee who complained about me, Human Resources would never leave my office."
You couldn't help it.
A laugh escaped you.
It was small.
Quick.
But genuine.
Jay looked up for a brief second.
"...You should laugh more."
The words left his mouth so casually that he didn't seem to realize he'd said them.
Your smile faltered.
"What?"
He paused.
"...Nothing."
He picked up his pen again.
"You're dismissed."
You stood there for another second before quietly nodding.
"Have a good day, sir."
"You too."
As you closed the door behind you, you leaned against the wall outside, pressing a hand to your chest.
He noticed... my laugh?
Inside the office, Jay remained staring at the report in front of him.
He hadn't read a single word since you'd left.
You had never called in sick.
Not once.
Which was exactly why everyone noticed when your desk sat empty Monday morning.
"Has anyone heard from Y/N?" Sunghoon asked, glancing toward your empty chair.
A few heads shook.
"She texted HR," another agent replied. "She said she wasn't feeling well."
"Did she send the surveillance analysis?" Jay asked, his eyes never leaving the report in front of him.
"No."
Silence settled over the office.
"She said she'd finish it over the weekend."
Jay closed the file in front of him.
"I'll collect it."
Sunghoon looked up.
"You'll go yourself?"
"It's needed for tomorrow's briefing."
With that, Jay grabbed his car keys and left.
—
The pain had started before sunrise.
By noon, you could barely get out of bed.
Your heating pad rested over your stomach while your phone buzzed somewhere under the blanket.
You ignored it.
The last thing you wanted was to answer questions when you could barely think straight.
A knock echoed through your apartment.
You frowned.
Another knock followed.
Slowly, you dragged yourself out of bed, wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, and made your way to the door.
The moment you opened it, you froze.
Jay stood outside.
His suit looked as immaculate as always, one hand holding a folder while the other rested casually in his pocket.
His expression didn't change.
"You didn't answer your phone."
"...I was sleeping."
His eyes lingered on your face.
"You look pale."
"I'm okay."
"You don't."
You opened your mouth to argue, but another cramp twisted through your stomach.
You instinctively pressed a hand against your abdomen.
Jay noticed immediately.
"May I come in?"
You hesitated before stepping aside.
"Sorry... the apartment's a little messy."
"It isn't."
He stepped inside, quietly taking in the room.
Everything was neat.
A mug of tea sat untouched on the coffee table.
Painkillers rested beside it.
The heating pad was still plugged into the couch.
Jay set the folder down.
"What did the doctor say?"
"I didn't see one."
His brows drew together.
"You've been in pain all day."
"It's nothing serious."
"You can barely stand."
You looked away.
"It's just..."
You sighed.
"...my period."
The room fell silent.
Jay didn't look uncomfortable.
He simply nodded once, as if you'd told him you had a headache.
"I see."
"I know it's embarrassing."
"It isn't."
You looked up.
"It happens."
You blinked.
"I just... didn't think I should tell my boss."
"You don't have to."
His voice remained calm.
"But you also don't have to pretend you're fine."
You stared at him.
He noticed.
He always noticed.
"You've been staying late almost every night."
"You've skipped lunch twice this week."
"You've looked tired since Thursday."
You let out a small laugh.
"...Do you pay this much attention to everyone?"
"I pay attention to my team."
The smile on your face softened.
Of course.
Your team.
Nothing more.
Jay glanced at the untouched tea before walking toward the kitchen.
"Where's your kettle?"
You frowned.
"...What?"
"The kettle."
"It's... on the counter."
Without another word, he filled it with water and switched it on.
You watched him in complete confusion.
"...Sir?"
"You haven't eaten."
"I'm not really hungry."
"That wasn't what I asked."
A few minutes later, he returned with a fresh cup of warm tea and placed it carefully in front of you.
"Drink."
You accepted it quietly.
"...Thank you."
He nodded.
"The report can wait."
"I can finish it tonight."
"No."
"I really can."
"That's an order."
You couldn't help smiling into your cup.
"Yes, sir."
Jay picked up the folder he'd brought with him.
"I'll inform HR you'll be out tomorrow as well."
"I don't want to fall behind."
"You won't."
He walked toward the door before stopping.
Without turning around, he spoke.
"Take care of yourself."
The front door clicked shut.
You looked down at the warm tea in your hands.
For someone everyone described as cold...
He had remembered to add exactly two spoons of honey.
You'd only mentioned once, weeks ago, that it helped when you weren't feeling well.
You hadn't realized he'd been listening.
The next morning, you woke up to the sound of your phone vibrating against the nightstand.
You reached for it with a groan.
Sunghoon Good morning.
Feeling any better?
You smiled faintly.
You Alive. Barely.
His reply came almost instantly.
Sunghoon Boss postponed the briefing.
Your eyebrows knitted together.
You Why?
Sunghoon He said the surveillance analysis wasn't urgent.
You stared at the screen.
That didn't sound like Jay.
Not even a little.
Before you could reply again, another message popped up.
Sunghoon Also... don't come in tomorrow.
You Huh?
Sunghoon "Doctor's orders," according to him.
You frowned.
Doctor?
You hadn't even seen one.
—
Two days later, you finally returned to the office.
The moment the elevator doors opened, several heads turned your way.
"There she is," Sunghoon said, leaning back in his chair.
"Feeling better?"
"Much."
"You look less like a ghost."
"...Thanks?"
He grinned.
"I mean it as a compliment."
You laughed softly before placing your bag on your desk.
It felt good to be back.
Normal again.
You'd barely logged into your computer when Jay's office door opened.
"Y/N."
You looked up immediately.
"Yes, sir?"
"My office."
A few agents exchanged knowing glances.
Sunghoon gave you a dramatic salute.
"May you return safely."
You rolled your eyes before walking toward Jay's office.
A gentle knock.
"Come in."
You stepped inside, quietly closing the door behind you.
"You wanted to see me?"
Jay looked up from the documents spread across his desk.
"How are you feeling?"
The question caught you off guard.
"I'm... better."
"You sound uncertain."
"I mean, I'm fine now."
He studied you for a second before giving a small nod.
"Good."
Silence.
You waited.
He kept reading.
"...Was that all?"
"No."
He reached into one of the desk drawers.
"I reviewed your surveillance analysis."
Your shoulders tensed.
"And?"
"It was thorough."
You blinked.
"I made a few notes."
He slid the file across the desk.
"You'll find them useful."
You looked down at the folder.
There were only two sticky notes attached.
Not corrections.
Suggestions.
Your lips parted slightly.
"You..."
You looked back at him.
"...liked it?"
"I approved it."
A smile tugged at the corners of your lips.
"Thank you, sir."
He simply nodded.
As you turned to leave—
"Y/N."
You stopped.
"Yes?"
"Don't force yourself to come to work if you're unwell."
Your heart skipped.
"I won't."
Another pause.
"And..."
He looked almost reluctant to continue.
"...Eat breakfast."
You couldn't stop yourself from smiling.
"I did."
"What?"
"I had breakfast."
"...Good."
You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling any wider.
"Anything else, sir?"
Jay looked back down at the report.
"No."
You nodded.
"Have a good day."
"You too."
As soon as the office door closed behind you, Sunghoon appeared beside your desk.
"So?"
"So... what?"
"What did the boss want?"
You tried your best to keep a straight face.
"He told me to eat breakfast."
Sunghoon blinked.
"...He what?"
"I know."
"He voluntarily gave life advice?"
"I know."
Sunghoon looked toward Jay's office, then back at you.
"...Either I'm hallucinating..."
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"...or our boss is slowly becoming human."
You laughed.
A little louder than usual.
Behind the glass walls of his office, Jay looked up from his paperwork.
Without realizing it...
He listened until your laughter faded.
The office buzzed with more energy than usual.
Agents moved quickly between departments, voices echoing through the hall as mission files were passed around.
The moment you stepped off the elevator, Sunghoon looked up from his desk.
"There you are."
"Morning."
He handed you a black folder.
"Boss wants you in Briefing Room Three."
You frowned.
"Me?"
"You."
"What did I do now?"
"No idea."
He grinned.
"But he looked serious."
"...That's not exactly helpful."
"It wasn't meant to be."
—
You slipped into the briefing room just as the meeting began.
Jay stood at the front, a map projected onto the screen behind him.
Several agents were already seated.
He looked up briefly when you entered.
"You're late."
You checked the clock.
"...By thirty seconds."
"Still late."
You quietly took the nearest seat.
Jay continued the briefing.
"Our target will attend a charity gala tomorrow evening."
Photos appeared on the screen.
"Intelligence suggests he'll be carrying a storage device containing financial records connected to the organization."
You scribbled notes as he spoke.
"The device must be copied without alerting the target."
One of the agents raised a hand.
"Who's going undercover?"
Jay pressed another button.
A photo of a ballroom appeared.
"Agent Lee."
"Agent Kim."
He listed a few more names.
Then—
"...Y/N."
Your pen stopped moving.
You looked up.
"...Me?"
"Yes."
"I'm an analyst."
"You also spent three years studying behavioral profiling."
"...That was a university elective."
"It'll be useful."
You blinked.
"I've never been undercover before."
"You'll learn."
Sunghoon leaned over, whispering just loud enough for you to hear.
"Congratulations."
"I'm terrified."
"I'd be terrified too."
Jay looked in your direction.
"Any concerns?"
You forced an awkward smile.
"...No, sir."
"Good."
The meeting ended a few minutes later.
As everyone filtered out, you remained seated.
Jay noticed.
"Something to say?"
You hesitated.
"...Why me?"
He closed the folder in his hands.
"Because you're the only person who's met the target in person."
"Oh."
"You recognized him before facial recognition did."
"...Right."
"You notice details others miss."
The words caught you off guard.
It wasn't exactly praise...
But coming from Jay...
It was close enough.
"Report to training at eighteen hundred."
He walked past you before adding—
"And bring comfortable shoes."
You frowned.
"...Comfortable shoes?"
"You'll be dancing."
"...I'm sorry?"
He didn't even slow down.
"I hope you know how."
The door closed behind him.
You stared after him for several seconds.
"...I absolutely do not know how to dance."
From somewhere down the hallway...
You could've sworn you heard Sunghoon laughing.
The rest of the week passed quietly.
Almost too quietly.
You were beginning to think Jay had reverted back to his usual self.
The brief concern he'd shown after you returned had disappeared behind neatly pressed suits, short responses, and endless paperwork.
"Morning, sir."
He looked up from his laptop.
"Morning."
"...That's it?"
He raised an eyebrow.
"What else were you expecting?"
"I don't know... maybe a 'How are you?'"
"You said good morning."
"...Fair point."
He returned to his work.
You sighed dramatically before leaving his office.
Sunghoon, who had been passing by at the perfect moment, smirked.
"Rejected already?"
"I wasn't rejected."
"You literally walked in looking excited and came out looking defeated."
"I just wanted him to act... normal."
"He is acting normal."
"I mean normal normal."
Sunghoon laughed.
"You'll be waiting a long time."
Just then, Agent Han stepped into the department.
"Conference room. Everyone."
The room quickly filled with agents.
A map appeared on the screen.
"The agency received intelligence late last night," Agent Han began. "A diplomatic charity gala is being used as a meeting point for several high-value targets."
The room fell silent.
"We need someone inside."
Jay stood beside the screen, arms folded.
"This operation requires two people."
His eyes scanned the room.
"Agent Park."
No surprise there.
"And..."
He glanced at the file in his hand.
"Y/N."
Your head snapped up.
"...Me?"
"You've translated documents for one of the attendees before. He knows your face."
"I've never been on a field mission."
Sunghoon leaned over just enough for you to hear.
"Congratulations."
You stared at him.
"I think I'm going to throw up."
"You'll be fine."
"I've never done this before."
Before Sunghoon could reply, Jay spoke.
"Training starts in fifteen minutes."
The room emptied almost immediately.
You followed everyone else toward the training floor, your nerves growing with every step.
The ballroom they'd recreated looked almost real.
Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, music played softly through hidden speakers, and agents dressed in formal attire wandered around pretending to be guests.
You stopped in the doorway.
"...This is a lot."
"It has to be," Jay said, walking past you. "If you can handle this, you can handle the real thing."
You nodded, trying to ignore the knot in your stomach.
Agent Han handed you a small velvet box.
"Your earpiece."
You clipped it into place.
"Testing," Sunghoon's voice crackled through your ear.
"Loud and clear."
"Good. Now don't embarrass us."
You rolled your eyes.
"I suddenly can't hear you."
Jay glanced at you.
"You'll be attending as my partner."
You blinked.
"My... partner?"
"For the evening."
"Oh."
"It will attract less attention."
"Right."
Professional.
Strictly professional.
You silently reminded yourself of that.
An instructor approached with a polite smile.
"Before we begin, you'll need to learn the opening dance."
Your smile disappeared.
"...The what?"
"The opening dance."
"I don't dance."
"You'll learn."
You slowly turned toward Jay.
"Please tell me you don't dance either."
"I do."
Of course he did.
The instructor gestured toward the center of the room.
"Positions."
You hesitated.
Jay held out his hand.
You stared at it for a second before placing your hand in his.
His grip was steady.
Warm.
Far warmer than you'd expected.
Your heart gave an annoyingly noticeable skip.
"Relax," he said quietly.
"I'm trying."
"You look terrified."
"I am terrified."
"Of dancing?"
"Of embarrassing myself."
His expression softened ever so slightly.
"You won't."
"You sound very confident."
"I've seen you under pressure."
"And?"
"You don't panic."
You looked up at him.
"That's... surprisingly encouraging."
"It wasn't meant to be."
A laugh escaped you.
The instructor positioned Jay's free hand lightly against your upper back before adjusting your posture.
"Closer."
Your eyes widened.
"This close?"
"If you leave that much space between you, everyone will know you're pretending."
Heat rushed to your cheeks as you took a hesitant step closer.
You could smell his cologne now.
Clean.
Subtle.
Dangerously distracting.
"Eyes on your partner," the instructor reminded.
You looked up.
Jay was already looking at you.
For a brief second, neither of you spoke.
"Ready?" he asked.
"As I'll ever be."
The music began.
You managed exactly three steps before your heel caught on his shoe.
"Oh my God."
You stumbled forward.
Jay caught you before you could lose your balance completely.
His hand tightened instinctively around yours.
"You okay?"
"I just assaulted my boss."
"You stepped on my foot."
"I assaulted your foot."
The corner of his mouth twitched.
It was barely there.
Gone almost as quickly as it appeared.
But you saw it.
"...Did you just smile?"
"I didn't."
"You almost smiled."
"I didn't."
"You did."
He looked away first.
"Again."
You grinned.
"So that was a smile."
"It was not."
This time, when the music started again, your feet found the rhythm a little easier.
Neither of you noticed that, from across the room, Sunghoon had stopped pretending to read the mission file.
He leaned toward Agent Han with a knowing smile.
"Give it another month."
Agent Han glanced at Jay and you moving carefully across the floor.
"You think so?"
Sunghoon chuckled.
"I've never seen him this patient with anyone."
Training lasted another hour. By the end of it, your feet were sore, your head was spinning, and Jay had corrected your posture more times than you could count.
"Again."
You sighed dramatically. "I thought I finally got it."
"You looked at the floor."
"I was making sure I didn't step on you."
"You'll miss what's happening around you."
You muttered something under your breath as you fixed your stance.
"I liked it better when you barely talked."
"I heard that."
You looked up at him with a groan. "...I'm starting to think you hear everything."
"I do."
That earned the smallest shake of his head before he walked away to speak with Agent Han. You watched him from across the room until a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts.
"You're staring."
You nearly jumped.
Sunghoon appeared beside you, following your line of sight with an amused smile.
"I am not."
"Mhm."
"I'm literally just... thinking."
"About the mission?"
"...Sure."
He laughed. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
Before you could defend yourself, Agent Han called everyone's attention.
"We have a problem."
The room immediately fell silent as several photographs were spread across the table.
"Our original target changed his plans."
Jay stepped forward. "What changed?"
"He'll be arriving with his daughter."
"So?"
"She refuses to leave his side."
Another photograph slid across the table. The woman looked to be around your age—elegant, confident, and impossible to overlook.
"The target trusts almost no one," Agent Han explained. "But he trusts her."
Jay studied the file. "What does that have to do with us?"
Agent Han looked directly at you.
"She specifically requested to meet the analyst who translated her father's charity proposal six months ago."
Your eyes widened.
"...Me?"
"You signed the translation with your initials."
"I didn't think anyone would notice."
"They did."
A quiet silence settled over the room.
"This changes the operation," Jay said.
"It does. You'll spend most of the evening with the daughter."
"And Agent Park?" Sunghoon asked.
"He'll remain close enough to intervene if necessary."
You frowned before you could stop yourself.
"So... we won't actually be together?"
"Only when absolutely necessary."
For reasons you couldn't explain, that answer disappointed you. Jay didn't seem to notice. He was already marking new routes across the map, mentally rebuilding the entire operation.
The night before the gala, almost everyone stayed late.
You were reviewing guest profiles for what felt like the hundredth time when a file landed gently on your desk. Looking up, you found Jay standing there.
"Wear this."
You opened the folder to find a photo of a midnight-blue evening gown.
"...It's beautiful."
"It has reinforced stitching."
You blinked.
"...That's the first thing you tell me?"
"It also has a concealed communication device." You laughed quietly.
"...Still not 'it looks nice'?"
"It isn't relevant."
"I guess not."
Closing the folder, you smiled. "Thank you."
As he turned to leave, you spoke again. "...Are you nervous?"
He stopped. "I don't get nervous."
"Not even before missions?"
"No."
"You must have been scared at least once."
He was silent for a moment before looking back at you. "I am when variables change."
"What kind of variables?"
He held your gaze for a second longer than usual.
"...The unpredictable ones."
Before you could ask what he meant, alarms suddenly blared throughout the building. A sharp red light flashed across the ceiling as every agent shot to their feet.
"Security breach!"
"Lock the floor down!"
Your heart leaped into your throat as people rushed in every direction. You stood frozen, trying to process what was happening.
"Y/N."
Jay's voice cut through the chaos.
You turned just as every light on the floor went out, plunging the room into darkness. Somewhere nearby, a gunshot echoed, followed by a scream. Before panic could take over, a familiar hand found yours in the dark.
Strong.
Steady.
Jay's voice was low, calm, and impossibly close. "Don't let go."
For the first time, it didn't sound like an order from your boss. It sounded like a promise.
To be continued….
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⌗Sex On The Beach p.js ﾒ reader
⋮ ⌗𝓓runk and 𝓡eckless at 𝓨our boyfriend’s 𝓑irthday beach 𝓟arty┆
ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓙ay ﾒ 𝓡eader
.ᐟ.ᐟ—𝓓runk sex, balcony/public sex, 𝓕ingering, muffled moans, 𝓣easing, messy/intoxicated vibes, 𝓔stablished relationship, 𝓛anguage.
The villa was an artistic blend of glass and wood, built on the edge of a cliff such that the infinity pool appeared to drain right into the ocean. Jay had gone above and beyond. In celebration of his birthday, he hired this piece of paradise and invited all of his loved ones—your&his close friends—and vowed to enjoy some escapade filled days.
The party was an eruption of noise and light. The music played on and on in the open plan living space, blending with the sound of crashing waves from below. Drinks were being poured, presents were opened with a childish excitement, you’d got him that vintage chain he had been eying, and the look he gave you made your chest tighten with happiness.
By 2AM, the whole group was in chaos with both karaoke singing and drunk stories going on. Heeseung was teaching ningning a difficult drinking game, while sunghoon and giselle were in the middle of a heated argument over nothing. At that very moment, jungwon was sleeping on the couch with a slice of cake lying on his stomach.
You and jay were at its very epicenter, crushed together on an enormous outdoor daybed, drunk to the bone and alive with the electricity between the two of you. His hand was possessively perched upon your thigh, while his thumb made lazy circles upon your bare skin. He was buzzed, his normally focused eyes glassy and his smile dangerous.
“Happy birthday, jay” you whispered the hundredth time, tilting your face towards him and placing a kiss on his jaw. The salty flavor of his skin together with the taste of the alcohol on your lips was an erotic mix.
“Mmm” he hummed, pulling you even closer. “The best one yet. With you here. The view.” He made vague gestures towards the inky blackness of the ocean, the silver path created by the moon in the water. “You ought to be part of this view.”
Your face flamed, you attributed that to the rum.
—
Finally, the lot dragged themselves to their own bedrooms. The goodbyes were messy and laced with pledges of breakfasts the morning after. You both made your way to the master bedroom, which was a large space with floor-to-ceiling windows opening out to a personal balcony facing the beach. The glass doors had been slid open already, letting in the crisp, salty air and the soothing sound of the waves.
You two were completely wasted. Not passed out drunk, but that state when everything feels intensified and the inhibitions are wafer thin.
Jay fell onto the king-sized bed, dragging you to lie on top of him. He let out a sigh, a happy one, as he buried his face into your neck. “Don’t wanna sleep” he murmured against your skin. “Want to stay in the moment.”
You laughed a breathless laugh, the laugh of a drunk person. “We can’t live in the moment forever, Jay. Sun will rise.”
“Then I want to see it with you” he murmured in a raspy voice. His hands roamed down your back to hold your butt, moving your position until you were straddling his hips. “Come here.”
The kiss he placed on your lips was slow and deep, with the taste of the pricey liquor he had been consuming. He kissed you lazily, almost experimentally; the contrast between this and the wild party was huge. His one hand was now on your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as his other hand moved downward under the edge of your silk shorts.
"Jay" you whispered.
He hummed against your lips as his hands discovered the wet warmth between your thighs. Though you were drunk, you were conscious of every nerve that he touched. "So wet already for me" he said, a hint of his signature teasing tone in his voice. "Couldn’t wait, could you?"
You shook your head, a pitiful whine coming from your mouth. "I've been thinking of this all night” you confessed, in such a small voice.
He smirked against your neck. "And now youve got me all to yourself." He pushed aside your underwear, sliding one finger deep within you with a wet squelch. It was slow and steady, his thumb circling around your clit in time with the languid thrust of his fingers. "Jesus, you're so tight" he whispered, reverence clear in his voice.
It was all too much. The alcohol had made you vulnerable, everything felt intensified. The way he curled his fingers, finding that special spot inside you, made you see stars. You bit your lip to hold back a moan, knowing the rest of the group—the other guys, your friends—were only a few doors away.
He noticed. Of course he did.
"Uh-uh” he warned in a hushed tone, his voice turning dangerously seductive. "Don't do that." He sped up, his fingers moving in and out of you, a wet rhythm that was hard to ignore. "I wanna hear you."
"Jay, they'll hear—"
"So what?" he said, his eyes dancing with a mischief. "Let them. Or…" He stopped mid-motion, withdrawing his hand momentarily, before pulling it out of you. You cried out at the withdrawal, but were cut off when he lifted you off him and turned around to move out to the balcony.
The ocean spread out in front of you, vast and dark. The cool night air caressed your hot skin. The sound of the waves crashing against the beach was deafeningly loud, but somehow soothing and dangerous at the same time.
"Everyone should see you in the open" Jay panted, and his voice dripped with lust. His arms circled your waist and he kissed you just under your ear. "Right here. Under the moonlight. In my company. What do you think ? Think the ocean can hear how good Im making you feel?"
He turned you to face him and pressed you up against the cold rail of the glass fence. His hands moved to undo the knot of your shorts and tugged them off along with your panties. The coarse material falling to your feet reminded you of what was going on as he picked you up and your legs wrapped around his waist.
It was an outrageous position. Warm breeze was caressing your exposed core, and you knew that you were vulnerable. The building was set back, but still, you could hear someone laughing from an open window downstairs—sunghoon and heeseung must have been still awake. It didn't matter where someone would look at.
"Was that what you wished for?" he whispered huskily, removing his own sweatpants. His tip brushed against your entrance without going inside, just teasing.
"Jay, please—" you begged, drunk on him, on the alcohol, on the recklessness of it all.
He slammed into you in one swift and deep thrust. You screamed from the sheer sensation of being filled by him and couldn’t control yourself until his hand clamped over your mouth, palm against your lips.
"Shh" he said softly and wickedly, "We wouldn't want our neighbors to hear us, would we? Unless you want them to" He began pulling himself out almost completely and penetrated back inside deeply. The motion became rhythmic with the cold glass pressing into your back and his body heat against yours.
Your muffled screams were cut off by his hand with each penetration causing you to choke slightly and scream again in pleasure. The fear of getting caught by either sunghoon or heeseung coming out onto their balconies and finding you in this position mixed together with the sheer pleasure of it, creating a heady cocktail that pushed you closer and closer to the edge. It was messy, the angles awkward but perfect, your slickness made every slide obscenely wet.
"You like that, don't you?" he whispered seductively, his voice strained with his own pleasure. "Like the thought of being seen in this way. All mine. Coming apart."
Your head shook violently, but not out of any disbelief – out of pure desperation. The tears welled up in the corners of your eyes because of the power of the moment. Your body was humming with pleasure, and everything you were hearing was just noise – it was all about the feeling of him inside of you, his hand smothering your mouth and the fear of being caught.
He felt you tightening around him, your walls fluttering. A broken sob escaped your lips, and he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours.
"That's it" he breathed, his pace increasing. "Let go. Cum for me baby"
And you did. The climax hit you with the force of a crashing wave, so intense that it took away your breath. You arched off the cool surface of the glass, body shaking violently as you fought for sound. But his hand came down harder on your mouth, blocking the broken cries that escaped your mouth. He cursed beneath his breath, stringing curses together in a barely audible mutter, while your orgasm brought him to his. He plunged into you, releasing himself with a hoarse moan that he smothered against your neck, body shuddering violently as he rode out his high.
There was silence for some time, except for the sound of the crashing waves and your heavy breathing. His grip on you relaxed, and you slumped against him, completely limp. He slowly pulled out of you, gently pulling your shorts up again.
"Fuck" he murmured, breaking into a chuckle. You were still gasping for air, your forehead leaning on yours. "That was…."
"Reckless" you added hoarsely. A crazy giggle escaped your chest. "Absolutely reckless."
He smiled, a glint of his typical boyishness showing through the haze of drunkenness. "The best way to spend my birthday" he kissed the end of your nose.
He picked you up and brought you back inside, walking a little wobbly, and put you down in bed. He took a cloth and wiped you off, carefully, with such care that it pained your heart. By the time he crawled into bed beside you, pulled you into his arms and tucked you under the covers, you were already half asleep.
After a bit. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. "Happy birthday, baby"
He was already asleep, a soft snore escaping his lips. And as you drifted off, the sound of the ocean filling the room, you thought this was the best present you could have possibly given him. Not the necklace, not the party.
Just him, you, and the wide-open night.
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lowkey don't want to spread any narratives so pls take this with a grain of salt, it's just a personal take. but i just saw the mood teaser 1 for enhypen's brand renewal...and what type of renewal it actually is, we'll know with time ofc, and it's not gonna be a long wait either. but i personally think they'll be making changes to the vampire concept or something along those lines.
and ngl i kind of want them to change it, even though i officially became a fan because the lore was insanely detailed and i love a good conspiracy theory lol. but i feel like it still restricts the label (from expanding into more territories) and it restricts the members too (from finding their own individual color). i bet heeseung wasn't the only one who wanted to do his own thing either...i think ni-ki and jay are just as passionate about exploring stuff on their own. jungwon's said he prefers being in the group and isn't really interested in solo stuff, but that's him speaking for himself in that case. even sunoo, jake, and sunghoon have talked about wanting to do their own things too at some point (this doesn't necessarily mean that they don't want to be in the group anymore).
so this rebrand feels like sort of a necessity at this point tbh. they're in their 6th year now, they need to start exploring their own true identities as artists too. and if belift keeps doing what they did with heeseung, i don't think it'll be long before other members start considering leaving too (again, just my pov but doesn't it kinda make sense?). i'd bet a lot of brands are after the members individually and belift just keeps pushing this one-group agenda instead.
i also think they really need to drop the whole "connection" angle, because i feel like a big part of why all 7 of them got hit with so much backlash is because belift sold this idea of connection, fate, destiny...so when heeseung left it created this contradiction that made a lot of fans go "didn't they say they'd be connected no matter what? then why'd he leave?" like the lore promised something the real world couldn't actually guarantee.
also (unrelated but had to say it) i don't think ni-ki fucks with the vampire concept AT ALL lmao, just my opinion. but with how vocal he's been about regretting just going along with whatever the label said early in his career, i genuinely thought he'd be the one to leave first.
anyway, all in all i think a rebrand is lowkey necessary for enha rn. could've done this while heeseung was still in the group too honestly, let all 7 of them have the chance to explore their own things in between comebacks instead of touring back to back nonstop. but here we are. let's see what belift actually wants to achieve from this brand renewal aside from my take on this move.
stop fucking tagging me wtf are these scammers even on about😭😭 also why are they tagging only enhablr writers in one comment then tagging completely other people in other one. what's this even on about🙏🙏
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5:00 PM — WC: 3,768 OT7!enhypen x reader
enha doing things for their partner when work has them so stressed that they forget to eat or develop a bad habit with their meals because of work
I don’t think there’s anything that needs a warning — besides the issues with food everything is fluff
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Heeseung ˒
Heeseung recently finds himself with more time to spare in his day for whatever reason.
But if he texted or called to see if he could catch you on a break, you’d always reply with a text that stated you were busy working.
That’s when he found out your manager was encouraging you and your coworkers to take short lunches and breaks if none at all because of a recent rush on a specific project.
Whether it’s illegal or not, he doesn’t know—it definitely sounds illegal—but it didn’t matter because it upset him all the same.
And now that he knew, it was his job to help you get around this somehow.
If it was just encouraged and you guys were being bullied into doing it, Heeseung would simply use his entitlement to pick you up himself to take you out for lunch.
He made it a point to pick you up and drop you off at the same time; just a little something to emphasize the fact that you were supposed to have a set time for lunch.
You’d feel a little guilty for leaving your coworkers to continue following your manager’s advice, but after Heeseung had done it long enough, your manager changed the script again.
“From now on, there will be an order to how you take your lunches.” Your manager explained, a little strained, as if this was really taking a lot from her.
“So there’s always at least two people working on the rush, you’ll take lunches in threes. And the order in which the groups go to lunch will alternate every day.” She added.
Most of your colleagues were relieved, and many of them knew your little rebellion had something to do with the change of direction.
“You’re encouraged to order to the office if you can’t bring lunch, that way the time off is spent evenly.” She continues, now looking at you directly.
Heeseung laughs when he hears about this, but he’s also relieved something good came from this.
“See? I told you it was shady.” He says, shaking his head.
“Shady or not, that could have ended badly—I could have gotten fired.” You sigh,
“And you would have been better off for it.” He scoffs, wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer.
“Honestly, baby, that could have been a lot worse if I hadn’t done anything.” He adds, a little dramatically despite how true his words are.
“My hero…” you tease lightly, but he takes you seriously.
“That’s right…I am…” he agrees, looking off into the distance as he considers this.
What a dork…
Jay ˒
There’s an agreement between the two of you.
Jay takes care of anything related to food, including cooking, getting groceries, and stocking them.
And you’re in charge of anything related to keeping up the space you share; you clean, replace light bulbs, call it in when there’s a problem with the ac/heater, and oversee the guy who comes to fix it.
It’s stuff within your capabilities and also to make things split fairly.
But for the last two weeks, you’ve both been lacking in your departments; Jay’s too busy with their comeback in August, and you have a deadline you need to meet in July.
However, your situations aren’t comparable.
Jay has 6 other guys who experience the same hunger he’s experiencing and vocalize it, making it hard to ignore or overlook meals.
But you?
The only time someone’s checking in is for status updates or when they need help replacing or locating a file or something.
With the way things are, Jay’s barely around, mostly crashing at the dorms when practices run too long.
That’s why he doesn’t notice anything until it’s a little too late.
Sure, it’s been a few days since he saw you in good lighting or even face to face, but what could have changed in such little time?
A lot.
Because not only is the fridge keeping things that are well past their expiration date, but the apartment is also looking a little messy.
The laundry room is stacked with unwashed clothes; there’s dust on almost every surface, the entrance hall is a mess of shoes and coats—it’s just not what it usually is.
But it’s only once Jay is cleaning out the fridge that he realizes that you haven’t been keeping up with your meals.
If you had, he wouldn’t be throwing away an entire loaf of bread.
And then it would make sense why the apartment is how it is; you haven’t been taking care of anything, including yourself.
He didn’t blame you to begin with, but now he couldn’t imagine bringing it up to you even casually how much he had to throw away.
With his work cut out for him, Jay forgets to check in with you.
He spends the next three hours getting everything back in order.
He might not be as good as you are with the upkeep, but he makes up for it with the food he cooks.
You saw the changes immediately; the shoes you continued to put off now stacked on their rack where they go; the couch pillows stripped from their covers which were probably being washed in the machine you could hear from the door; and of course, your boyfriend cooking a 5-course dinner in your kitchen.
In your mind, Jay works hard at his own thing, much harder than anyone should work in their career in their lifetime; so seeing everything he managed to get done in just a few hours makes you cry from the guilt.
And even after all he’s done, he still comforts you and reassures you that he didn’t mind.
“Unless you’re crying from joy, I don’t want to see this,” he says, shaking his head as he swipes his thumbs over your face to clear the tears.
“I’m sorry, I should have been—“ you try to say, but he still won’t have any of it.
“I’m serious.” He scolds lightly,
“Go shower, I’ll be done by the time you come out.”
A few kisses and then he’s nudging you towards the bedroom after denying any offers to help him.
Jake ˒
“I know you’re busy, but try to make some time for it. I don’t like that you’re not eating during the day because of work.” Jake sighed, pacing in his changing room.
It hurts him physically that he isn’t in Seoul when you’re like this; if he were there, he could at least drop off food or have it waiting for you by the time you got home.
Instead, he’s forced to believe you when you say you’ve eaten something even if he knows better or repeat himself over and over when he says you should ignore your senior to eat lunch.
“I’ll order out again, and I’ll eat well when I get home…no one at the office has taken a lunch, we’re all trying to fix this problem before the deadline.” You say, voice hushed as you continue clicking through files and typing out keywords.
Jake might rip his hair out if he has to go through this a day more, but what can he really do?
“Promise me.”
“I promise…you should go, you’re busy yourself as it is.” You say softly.
“Yeah…okay.”
“I love you.” He quickly adds.
“Love you too.”
Maybe it is a little selfish to want you to take your lunches when no one else will.
But it isn’t Jake’s fault that your coworkers don’t have someone looking out for them while you do.
If anything, you might get others to follow your example; what good are any of you if you’re running on an empty stomach and such little sleep?
But it isn’t until Jake is coming off sound check and the members are taken to lunch in a room separate from the changing room that he gets an idea.
He might not be in Seoul, but that doesn’t mean he can’t make orders from there.
If he uses his map and the food service app, he can manually type out the address of the restaurant instead of using his location.
Thanks to the time difference and also the advanced options, Jake can make a food order and schedule it to be delivered at the time you’d usually have your lunch even if it’s only 7 in the morning for you.
And he almost forgets he did it at all until you’re calling him just before his show starts.
“Hey” he says, a little rushed because he’s antsy to get on stage.
“Did you order food for me?” You ask, making your way back up the building to your floor with your things in hand.
“Huh…? Oh, right—I’m glad it got to you, I was worried they’d drop it off and not get it to the right person.” He says, a small sigh of relief as he calms down a bit.
“Jake, you really shouldn’t have…”
“None of that,” he interrupts, shaking his head even if you can’t see him. “Please eat it now while it’s warm and not later to reheat it.” He adds.
“You’re the best, love you.” You sigh, making your way back to your desk.
“Love you too, baby. I gotta go.” He says, waiting for you to acknowledge that before he hangs up.
He was considerate enough to buy you something that you didn’t have to slurp or that made loud chewing sounds while you ate.
So you were able to eat lunch at the right time while also staying at your desk to continue working.
Sunghoon ˒
If he really thinks about it, you’ve been like this for almost an entire month.
But whether that means you haven’t been eating properly for an entire month, or it took a month to get to a point where your meals were becoming an afterthought, he can’t tell you.
You don’t look particularly bad, but it’s so often and so carelessly that you mention skipping lunch during the day because of your job.
He can understand that it might be very different to his own, but even in the worst of his schedules, either the members or the staff make sure the group eats lunch.
And he did bring it up to you, but you made excuses for yourself and your job for letting this happen.
“It’s not that big of a deal.”
“I snack in between patients. There’s a vending machine at the clinic.”
“Sometimes I eat right after work. It really isn’t that bad.”
But if anyone knows how bad irregular meals are for your body, it’s the guy who’s actively working his own to build muscle.
Thankfully, he isn’t so busy right now that taking a day off wasn’t hard to come by; the other members are doing solo activities, and his don’t start for another week.
But you don’t know this.
All you know is that a delivery was dropped off at your front door at an odd hour in the morning, and when you’re back home, Sunghoon is barely cleaning up and finishing up what he’s done all day.
But cleaning and storing is forgotten once he spots you; instead, you’re being sat down at the kitchen island while he lays jars and containers out in front of you.
“This is a smoothie, it has a food supplement in it so you’re not working on an empty stomach all morning.” He explains, pointing at the brightest jar in front of you.
“Hoon, what-“
“This is just a regular juice, it has carrots and beets and stuff like that, it’s just to help you with your energy and the vegetables you’re not eating.” He adds, switching over to a dark green jar beside the smoothie.
“I’m not going to open this one because it could go bad if you open it repeatedly before you eat it, but it’s potatoes, rice, corn, and a protein.” He continues, tapping the lid with his pointer finger.
“Now, I made you an entire week’s worth of all this, you have no excuses for not being able to grab it all before you leave.” He says, coming around the island to stand beside you.
“Am I…seriously being scolded right now…?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.
Sunghoon puts his hands on your shoulders, shaking you a little.
“Focus.” He says, “what are you going to start doing?” He prompts.
You sigh, the smoothie looks good—but a green juice? Beets? And did he really make you one of the meals he makes himself to bulk up?
Still, it’s a lot of effort he put in, and you do need the food.
“I’m going to eat all of this…” you reply, a little out of it.
“In what order?” He asks,
“Smoothie first, juice between smoothie and the meal, and then the meal.” You list.
“Good.” He nods, backing up slightly.
“Now, we’re gonna eat the exact same thing that’s in all five containers today because I have extra.” He says, walking back into the kitchen to make plates.
Sunoo ˒
Sunoo isn’t the best of cooks, but he tries, and he’s pushing forward until he finds even just one dish he can cook perfectly so he can at least offer to make food every now and then so it doesn’t always fall on you.
But today isn’t about experimenting.
You’re looking thinner and thinner each day, and he doesn’t like that, so if he can do something—anything—he’s going to try.
It’s hard to mess up eggs and potatoes, so he’s just hoping he can make it taste good together without having to add too many ingredients that he can mess up.
The end result is potatoes with fried eggs and cheese on top, which looks much better than it smells because it has no fragrance besides the ingredients themselves.
To make it look more appealing, he cuts up a few strawberries to give you on the side in addition to some coffee.
Why does this actually look pretty good?
He’s very impressed with his spread, and it might have something to do with the fact that he was able to do it all on his own terms and with no one hovering over his shoulder.
“Hey…wake up.” Sunoo says softly, setting everything down on the nightstand while he sits on the edge of the bed beside you.
You’re restless, so you wake up almost immediately.
“Hmm? Is everything okay?” You ask, propping yourself up on your elbow to face him.
You notice the plate on the nightstand almost immediately, but surely that has nothing to do with you.
“I made you breakfast…” Sunoo explains, lips pursed in a pout as he speaks.
He can’t look at you directly; he’s nervous.
You sit up slowly while he grabs the main plate and sets it on a pillow you’ve placed on your lap.
“It looks good, thank you.” You say softly, leaning forward to catch him and kiss him before he pulls away.
“You might wanna try that before you think to praise me…” he sighs, busying himself with the bowl of strawberries.
You take a bite; it’s still warm and looks good enough that you don’t even think to ask what it is.
You don’t particularly like fried eggs, and the potatoes are a little hard, but it’s not bad.
And you haven’t eaten anything since the previous morning when you had a single pastry, so this is god sent.
“Mmm…” you hum, mixing it around a little so it’s easier to pick up.
“You like it?” He asks, perking up a bit as he considers this might be his dish.
You poke at the potatoes, finding the softer ones to give him so he doesn’t think he undercooked it.
“Try it.” You say softly, offering him some on the spoon.
Sunoo takes some of it, and his enjoyment is much more fulfilling than the meal itself.
“Wait, okay-“ he says, hand over his mouth as he finishes chewing.
“It’s not that bad…” he says hesitantly, not wanting to seem too cocky.
“It isn’t, I like it.” You agree, eating some more of it.
“I’m glad…” he says, crawling over your legs to sit beside you.
“But please, don’t use my cooking as a last resort.” He sighs, leaning against your shoulder.
“I don’t know…now that I’m seeing how much you’re holding back on me, I might make you take over dinner in the afternoon.” You chuckle, continuing to eat what’s on your plate.
Jungwon ˒
For the last few days, jungwon has watched you come home very late at night due to a situation at your job that has all the people in your department working overtime to fix it.
It has you waking up late the following morning and rushing out with something missing, which is almost always breakfast.
And with how late you get home, and how often you go straight to bed, he’s assuming you’re only eating lunch—and who knows if you’re eating enough even then.
He’s tried getting up early to make breakfast, but you rush out before he can even tell you he’s made anything.
And sometimes he’ll force you to get out of bed to eat dinner, but it breaks his heart more to watch you dozing off while you chew.
But now that bags have developed under your eyes, he refuses to back down.
If work is going to mess with your sleep, so be it—but if you’re going to stay after hours regardless, who cares whether you’re late or not?
“Won, please.” You beg, still putting your shoes on despite him body blocking the door.
“I told you, you’re not leaving until you finish everything I made.” He says, shaking his head as he stands his ground.
“What is this? I’m not 12-“ you say, a little frustrated as you try to pry him off the door.
“You’d be out of here a lot faster if you walked back into the kitchen and started eating.” He shrugs, almost annoyingly smart.
You have no choice, and he doesn’t even care that you’re walking back in with your shoes on.
he really makes you stick to it, because he doesn’t let you go even after you’re done with the food until you’ve finished whatever was in the glass he put beside your plate.
And when you do, he’s all smiles and giggles.
“Bye, baby.” He says, cupping your face to kiss your cheek.
“I love you.” He adds, another kiss.
“Have a good day at work.” Kiss.
“I hate you.” You sigh, no real bite to your words, which he knows.
“Yes, yes, I know you love me, now go.” He nods, letting go of you once you had your jacket on.
Ni-ki ˒
You recently started an internship with a law office that will keep you busy during the summer in between semesters at uni.
It’s nothing too glamorous; you run errands and do scut for your seniors with no other choice.
It sounds horrible from what you’ve told him.
If you wanted to do that sort of thing, he could have just gotten you a job on his group’s staff team and at least then he’d get to see you and make sure no one took advantage of your entry position.
But it’s your career, and he wants to support you, so the most he can do is cheer you on.
He does this mostly in little messages throughout the day; from checking in on you to promising you little things after work or for the weekend to encourage you to push through.
It helps, it really does.
But what’s really taking the most out of you is the lack of proper meals.
You get maybe 15 minutes to eat lunch, and it’s a set time from 12:00 to 12:15, so if you’re busy doing something else and you’re late to lunch, all you get is whatever time is left until 12:15.
By the time you told Ni-ki about this, you’d gotten used to it and mentioned it without thinking, which made it that much more concerning to him.
He might’ve let it go that night, but the very next day he’d spent extra time in the morning making you lunch.
It was something small at first; a sandwich he usually makes for himself, the nicest strawberries in the box, whatever snacks you had in the pantry now portioned into a small container.
And because you left before him now, he’d make sure to tell you where it was and what he packed it in when you got up to get ready.
Still, being as busy as he is himself, it became leftovers for the most part so you wouldn’t get sick of eating the same thing.
And god forbid you forget the lunch.
He will show up at 11:50 to kidnap you before lunch so you’ll get the full 15 minutes.
“Your boyfriend is in the lobby again.” The receptionist says, somewhat annoyed with you for having him and Ni-ki for being so insistent.
“Sorry…excuse me…” you say sheepishly, making your way down the building to find Ni-ki standing near the front desk with your lunch bag.
He bought it for you recently; cutesy little thing with lilac details on a white base, just a bit too embarrassing for you to carry knowing he’s making you lunch.
“Ni-ki, you can’t keep coming here like this…” you scold softly, dragging him away from the front desk girls.
“I know that. If I do it again the members are going to scold me for holding up practice.” He says, shaking his head as he hands you your lunch bag.
“Now, if I don’t get a picture of you eating what’s in there, I AM coming back.” He threatens, crossing his arms as he looks down at you sternly.
“Please don’t…” you sigh, closing your eyes for a moment.
“That’s entirely up to you.” He shrugs, “now, go back up there before you get in trouble—but remind them that you’re on your lunch break and that you’re unavailable.” He instructs, leaning forward just enough to meet you at your level.
“Kiss.” He demands simply.
The girls are probably staring; they’re the only ones who find him amusing when he does this, and it’s that much more embarrassing.
“Go.” You say, giving him the quickest kiss before you start walking away.
Ni-ki waits a little to watch you enter the elevator before turning away to leave, and even then he says bye and thanks the front desk girls for helping him.
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so um my lovely readers,
are there any minors reading "yes, no, maybe?"
yes
no
gotta know for research purposes!
