I made this for a Suho request, but I guess I can rework on this and make it for another member. Here we go
warning : this is kind of steamy, I don’t want my innocent readers to fall into the dark hole, but it’s your choice and risk. suggestive Jaehyun is hot 😏🔥
Everything is still cold, the wind is blowing cool winds, but the streets are red. It’s a pretty scenery, seeing the cold winter starts to turn into a prettier spring-ish season (though not 100% yet, they’re going there). Chinese New Year is around the corner and your lover has invited you over to have dinner with his family. You cannot go home to your homeland and celebrate Chinese New Year with your family, but Jaehyun is here to save your day.
You finally finish your nine to five work today and bid farewell for the long holiday to your colleagues. Your phone rings as you step into the lift. Your smile appears when you see the caller ID name.
There on your screen is the picture of Jaehyun flashing. You pick up the call, “Hey Jaehyunnie,” you call him by his sweet name.
Jaehyun smiles though you cannot see it, “Hey peaches, I am downstairs already. You’re done with work?”
You watch the elevator shows you’re descending from the 12th floor to the basement, where your lover usually picks you up.
“Yeah I’m in the lift, you’re here already?”
“Yes, I am here. Should I pick you in the lobby?”
You chukle, “No need, it’s faster for me to find your car. Okay I’m walking to the car now. I see you!” You still leave the phone on call and run a bit to reach his car.
Jaehyun greets you as soon as you make it into his black Maserati.
“Hey, you don’t have to run. You might fall and I don’t want you to fall.” He leans in to peck your cheek and you only smile while putting on your seatbelt.
“All set, we’re ready to go home. Tomorrow is Chinese New Year eve , I am both excited and nervous.”
Jaehyun presses his gas and we move away from the parking lot. He focuses on the road while asking you questions , “Why? We’ll just have dinner.”
You roll your eyes, “Yeah with your parents.”
He doesn’t seem to get your anxiety, “And?”
You close your eyes and take a deep breathe, seriously sometimes he can be the man with a sexy brain, but other times like now he cannot understand basic situation like this.
“What if they do not like me.”
Your boyfriend grins and extends his right hand to hold your left hand, “They won’t. They’ll love you.”
You groan, “Well that is what all people will say.”
The man with the face of an angel squeezes your palm, “To tell you the truth, they have been expecting me to bring you for a dinner since last year, but I just got the chance to bring you tomorrow.”
You know Jaehyun is busy last year with his NCT concert and he had to skipped his family dinner last time because he was in the other side of the hemisphere. Tomorrow however, will be the day he officially introduces you to the Jungs.
“Calm down okay, why don’t we prepare ourselves first so that tomorrow you’re not nervous.”
You want to laugh, but you cant. You’re really nervous but at the same time thinks doing a recital will just make it silly.
“Let’s not talk about this. We should enjoy the holiday… I say we start by eating dinner in that sushi place my princess loves.”
Jaehyun swerves right and changes lane, your stomach grumbles in anticipation when you hear sushi.
“You really know how to treat me like a princess eh?”
He clicks his tongue, “That’s the least I can do.”
He was right, eating dinner and talking about the busy week over some sushi and sake is a good way to relax.
“So, you’re working on your Japanese album? Interesting, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
Jaehyun laughs, “I wanted to surprise you, but I can’t hold it back any longer.”
“Okay keep it secret, surprise me when the album is out.”
He scrunches his nose and steals a kiss from you, “Alright if that is what you want. Shall we go home? You’re quite red.”
Well your alcohol tolerance is moderate, but your face will go red after a certain time and Jaehyun knows when to bring you home.
You smile and nod, “Okay Yoonoh.” a smirk comes to your face while a blush comes to his.
He pays the bill and carefully helps you walk to the car, you’re not drunk but he wants to make sure you did not twist your ankle in that heels.
Once the black car enters the royal residence, the automatic gates open and Jaehyun parks his car nicely. Carefully you and Jaehyun enter the house and you sigh in relieve when your feet touch the grounds.
“Whew best feeling ever.”
Jaehyun just laughs and walks to heat up the room. It’s 5-degree Celcius out there.
“You want to shower first?” Jaehyun turns on the water faucet to fill in the tub. You nod your head, “I think I need some me time.”
So, like the gentleman he is, he prepares the hot water to your favorite temperature and pours in the stress relieving oils.
You bun your hair and strips from the uncomfortable working suit you wore for the whole day. You clean up your make up first with a toner and only in your lingerie you wrap your body in the silk bathrobe.
“Bath is ready,” Jaehyun screams from the toilet, you quickly make your way to the shower, just to see Jaehyun already sitting on the side of the tub with loosen tie and shirt.
You bite your lips, his collar bone peeking from his unbuttoned shirt is enough to make you feel something tingling in your stomach.
“Thank you, why don’t you join me?” You bravely invite him over while you peel off the silk robe and drop them down elegantly.
Jaehyun’s eyes change when he sees what you have underneath the piece of cloth.
“You’re wearing that to work? Laces for works. Sexy.” He quirks his eyebrows.
You shyly nod your head “Well yeah, I kind of ran out of the regular ones. I forgot to do the laundry.”
Jaehyun whistles, “Alright, remember you’re the one inviting me over.”
You did not mind his words, just toss everything off and step into the big tub. You moan in delight when the feel of the hot water hugs your skin and give a slight burning sensation.
“Ah yes, I really need this.” You lean into the side and close your eyes only to be disturbed by Jaehyun’s attempt to enter the tub.
He carefully picks you up, so you’re seated between him and you only close your eyes more when you feel his hardness touching your back.
“Um Jae, you’re-“
He shuts you up with one touch on your neck, you gasp when he whispers into your ear, “Look what you did to me.”
You squirm in his touch; it’s been a while and just a fingertip of his hand on your skin already makes you desire for more.
He kisses you deeply until you’re out of breath. You focus to fill your lungs with air and soft like a whisper, Jaehyun puts his lips next to your ear. His next sentence makes your hair stands.
With his deep voice you can hear his inner beast growling, “You can’t really blame me, can you? You can only blame yourself.” He ghosts a slight hot breath on your sensitive neck and with a smirk Jae kisses you once again, “You did this to me, now you’re responsible for this.”
You know you’re not going to have the recital for tomorrow’s dinner, tonight it’s going to be a long night and you’re not against it.
“Guess I’ll make you crazy tonight.” You smirk to him and you know you’ve woken the wild side of your softie boyfriend once he replies you with, “Behave my peaches.”
Happy birthday to the sweetest, squishiest peach to ever grace the Earth. You have repeatedly made all of us fall in love with you over and over again with your smooth voice, dorky humor, cute dimples, squishy cheeks, (the list is too long) and big heart. We wish you nothing but the best. Keep being the way you are—wonderful.
[3:54] the skin of jaehyun’s cheeks are smooth under your palms. even in the dark you could see him, the white creamy tone of his skin reminding you of whipped milk as moonlight shone through the window and onto him. sometimes you can’t help but wonder if you reached out, would you only graze air? he was as pale as a ghost.
“baby, please?”
his lips twitches in slight humor, hands nestled at the skin of your waist, as he takes in your appearance. with your messy hair, slightly swollen lips, and his too big shirt covering your body, he can’t help but smile at the domesticity of it all.
the feeling of your fingers prodding, at where his dimples are supposed to be, is tickly. little feather like touches on his skin makes him smile even more, exposing his teeth and deep dimples.
“happy now?” your little nod of excitement is all he needs before pulling you down onto the bed beside him, resting his head on top of yours. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”
Kind of a second part to this mafia!Jaehyun drabble I wrote
Yandere!JaehyunxTransmasc!Reader
You frowned slightly as the automated voicemail message entered your ear.
Hanging up, you sat the phone down on the kitchen counter.
Why wasn’t your mother picking up her phone?
She always answered your calls…
“Babe?” Jaehyun’s voice took you from your thoughts and you looked at up your fiance that you didn’t realize was standing at the entrance of the kitchen.
“Yeah?”
Jaehyun looked down at the counter, looking at your phone, then looked up at you.
“Are you going to work today?” he asked you and you shook your head.
“No. I have work off today.” you responded to him, then looked away, sighing a bit.
Jaehyun cocked an eyebrow, placing his hands on hips.
“What’s wrong? You seemed worried about something.”
Glancing at him for a second, you sigh once more, picking up your phone and your cup of tea and walking into the living room.
“My mom hasn’t been answering any of my calls for weeks now.”
You sat on the couch, putting your cup of tea on the coffee table.
“I thought maybe she was just busy but I’m getting worried now. I mean, I know my relationship with my mom isn’t good. It’s shitty but… I’m worried.”
Jaehyun’s gave you a gentle look as he came over and took a seat next to you.
“Hey. It’s okay.” he said, grabbing your chin and moving your head to look at him.
“I’m sure she’s okay.” he added, giving you a comforting smile and you shook you head, his hand letting go of your chin.
“It’s not that I’m scared that something might be wrong with her. I’m scared that she finally decided to disown me.” you told Jaehyun who’s face harden.
Your mom wasn’t the most loving woman. In fact, she was emotionally absent for your entire life despite being physically present in your life.
You always wanted her attention, her praise, so you did good in school, did sports, did chorus, anything to make her say I’m proud of you.
Anything to hear I love you.
But you never heard those words left her mouth once and when you came out as trans and began your transition, well she became even more distant.
But though she was distant, you still kept in touch with her because a part you hoped that one day she will turn around and accept you and love you the way how a mother should love her child.
You sat your phone beside you and picked up your cup, taking a sip.
Sitting the cup down, you looked back at Jaehyun who then pulled you into a hug and you suddenly an expected wave of emotion came over you and you began sobbing into his shoulder.
Your relationship with your mother has always been a touchy subject for you.
It was something you didn’t like thinking about because it hurt you so much.
“It’s okay my love. Don’t cry.” Jaehyun rubbed your back, his smooth voice soothing you a tad bit.
He pulled back, his hands soon cradling your face as his thumbs wiped your tears away.
“Your mother don’t deserve your tears. She was a shitty parent. Do you genuinely believed she disowned you?” he questioned you and you nodded.
“Then don’t waste your tears on her. Never waste your tears on someone who doesn’t love you.” he said, a gentle smile on his face.
You blew out a shaky breath, nodding in agreement.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t cry over her.” you said, a hint of sadness present in your voice.
Jaehyun leaned forward and kiss your forehead.
He moved back and said, “Go take a bubble bath and relax. Don’t stress over your mom, okay?” and you nodded.
“Say it out loud.”
“Okay.”
“Good. I love you.” he said before letting you go.
You got up and went straight to the bathroom, preparing your bath.
When he heard the door close, Jaehyun got up from the couch and went to the kitchen, taking his phone out of his sweatpants pocket.
He unlocked and went to contacts, pressing on a name.
He put to phone to his ear and became irritated as he heard it ring four times before it was answered.
“Hey boss.” a voice said.
“How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to be serious with me Haechan?” he questioned.
The young man giggled.
“Sorry.” he said. “What’s going on? You must want me to do something right?”
“I need to know if Y/n’s mother is still alive.” Jaehyun answered.
Tired of the Magazine Reporters always asking if he's in a relationship, Idol!Jaehyun would dodge the question. It's not that he was seeing someone cause he wasn't, it just made him feel lonelier and felt like his work was not important enough for them to ask about it. One day an unusually clumsy looking reporter asks him "Jaehyun!! Are you seeing someone these days?" he kind of might have fell in love with you right at that very moment.
a/n: yoonoh tattoo for new comeback yoonoh tattoo for new comeback yoonoh ta-
”Oh my God, Yoonoh,“ your hands instinctively come to cover your mouth, your lips already curling into a grin that makes your eyes turn into crescents.
“Yeah?” the man in question raises his head from his phone, and you can’t help but let out an incredulous chuckle. Now that his neck is in view, the tattoo adorning it truly makes you huff with joy.
The other commuters at the bus station certainly aren’t fans of your ardour.
The ink is anything but delicate, and tracing it with your eyes, you realize how big it really is. Running from his collarbone and all the way up to his ear, the face seems hostile; and although you can’t make out exactly what it is, the fangs are simply perfectly done, and the rough shading only adds onto the charm of it.
Your hands slowly find their way back down to your sides, and your grin seems to widen as you let out yet another peep of pure joy, “It looks so good on you!”
Yoonoh’s smile in return is quite bashful, and he hangs his head down once again with a small wince—the flesh must still be a bit tender, after all he had only disappeared for six or so days and judging by the size of the tattoo it can’t have healed evenly everywhere.
Your best friend finally lifts his beautiful head again, and you feel yourself flutter when you catch his grinning gaze, his teeth on full display as he moved to greet you at last. A quick hug, though he makes sure to sway you both to the left, and you can’t help the laugh which bubbles up to your lips once again.
Yoonoh just seems to elicit joy from you, every single one of his appearances prompting you to smile and brightening your day. It’s not that he offers himself to do so or anything like that—it’s just that you feel it’s only natural to mimic the dimpled boy in his very own cheer.
You’ve exchanged so many jokes and tremors within the six or so years you’ve known each other. From highschool and petty drama where you vowed to each other to never interact with humans over a pint of rum-chocolate ice cream, to now; fresh out of college and promising each other to not forget friend date nights over a bottle of whatever was cheap and weak (because you both thankfully found jobs and you’d like to keep them AND drink on week nights).
You two finally begin walking, away from the bus station you, and into the street right next to it. The change of scenery would’ve given you whiplash if it weren’t for you getting accustomed to the city. Bustling with life, the new corner of town breathed modern and chic, paved elegantly but full of people on a nightly outing, much like yourself and Yoonoh.
Along the pavement, mostly restaurants and niche stores lined up one after another. Though the stores were mostly in the process of closing up (like the leather store you knew everyone went to for a new wallet or jacket), the restaurants were just starting. Even if none of them stayed open past one in the morning, their peak was just starting. Traditional restaurants which you knew to be distinguished, those newer and sleek ones with food you’d spend half your paycheck on, and of course the animal cafés wrapping up their last shift, it was all so natural.
“So, what do you feel like eating?” you break the silence, looking at the man next to you. Yoonoh seems to break out of a reverie and you wonder why he’s so beautiful just simply not paying attention.
“The usual?” he asks out loud, and you simply agree by rising to your tippy toes to scan how far away your favourite restaurant is. The crowd is certainly at a peak tonight, and although you know where to go, Yoonoh grabs you by your elbow, gentle as ever, and breaks his way through the crowd.
He’s truly a darling, you realize, when he links your arms properly and worms his way through the surplus of people. You try to look ahead so as not to bump into anyone, but even from the side, Yoonoh is so distracting and simply amazing. Your heart thumps in your chest.
Even as you face the restaurant door, and both try to peer inside to check for a possible table, he doesn’t let go of your arm. For a split second, there’s guilt creeping up your neck for the sole reason of your heart racing and your stomach fluttering for contact which you’re used to, and something he’s done before with you, but it quickly dissipates when you remind yourself that it’s fine. You’re not doing anything wrong just holding on to your friend, because Yoonoh wouldn’t have continued to hold you if he wasn’t okay with it.
What does kill you, though, is him opening the door for you.
It’s a simple gesture and he’s just being polite, you remind yourself again, and you’re probably right. But the way he smiles at you before saying there’s a table he saw by the cash register? It simply knocks a breath out of your lungs, and you grin while you follow him.
Your dinner goes well— when you’re seated, you immediately begin catching up. Yoonoh tells you about his promotion, and before you know it, you’re deciding on ordering shots to really celebrate. Neither of you are drunk because your meals are truly heavy and the drinks you ordered before the shots were sipped slowly, but you’re feeling buzzed and elated.
It’s only after you start discussing music that you realize the restaurant is beginning to slowly but surely clear out. People were leaving and the staff were wiping down tables with an air of finality. To avoid feeling bad, you finish up your drinks and split the bill before walking outside, which is when Yoonoh turns to you, “Come over?”
Come over. You chuckle at that and nod, obviously. You’ve been over before, sleeping over and joking around with Yoonoh. You didn’t do it often¸ because you were two adults with busy schedules, but sleepovers with him were such a warm thing to experience.
You slept over for Christmas the first year he got the apartment— cozying up and taking quizzes on the internet before making breakfast food for dinner. You stayed up more than you slept, and you even ended up building a fort for your friends who were set to come over in a couple hours. It felt incredibly homey, and you truly had fun.
But you had work tomorrow… and so did he… Before you could even get a word in, he grabbed your hand to lead you out of the street, which was also slowly clearing out. “I’ll call in sick, I hope that you can, too.”
Come to think of it, you could— you didn’t use any sick days, and you definitely missed talking to Yoonoh when the clock hand passed three. He was much more open and raw, and so were you; but the comfort never left. He’d tell you about his life, and you’d tell him about yours before one of you would crack a horrible joke that made both of you feel better.
Catching the bus is easy enough, and you and Yoonoh find yourself in front of his apartment soon enough. Walking up the stairs is a bit of a struggle, because he keeps giggling and it makes you way too happy to focus on the basic action of moving. But this is fine, because he seems so happy and light on his feet that it simply makes you forget your inability to concentrate around him.
He opens the door for you again, and you rush to take your shoes off so that you can jump onto his couch. He makes a sound, you assume to complain, before he comes to yank you from the couch by your arm.
“Come on, I’ll give you spare pyjamas! Get up,” he whines, though there’s a grin on his face, and he finishes by huffing. You only listen to him because you feel uncomfortable in the attire you have donned (or that’s what you tell yourself).
It’s when you’re both in his undoubtedly large bed, together and under two blankets because he insists it’s cold, giggling at a silly remark you made, that you realize how smitten you feel. Yoonoh looks adorable in his sleepwear, eyes hidden behind his eyelids as he smiles. You caused that smile— something that brings a weird sense of pride into your heart. It makes you feel warm; Yoonoh makes you feel warm.
He decides at once that it’s time to sleep, and your gaze casts towards the clock on his wall reading four fifty something. It’s closer to six than you’d like, and you agree to both text your workplaces before passing out.
You’re not proud of the lie you come up with for your manager, but you don’t stress about it as you turn your back to Yoonoh so that you can finally close your eyes. You simply can’t, though, your stomach tightening with a burning curiosity.
You turn to him again, “Yoonoh…” and he opens his eyes gingerly. You laugh at his confused eyes, before inching closer— maybe too close, but your own gaze finds his neck. “Why did you get the tattoo? Really.”
He purses his lips, turning his head upwards so you can get another look at the tattoo. You wiggle your hand out of the blanket to softly press against his neck, tracing the design gingerly. He doesn’t complain, but you can tell that the very edges of the tattoo still haven’t healed up properly, and so you retract your hand.
“You want a truthful answer? I just thought it’d be cool,” Yoonoh begins, “but it has a meaning. It’s an oni tattoo on the neck, which would mean I would’ve been able to hide it if I had long hair. It’s not the mask though, so it wouldn’t be ‘evil’.
“It can mean two things— the fangs mean that I’m warding off people and protecting myself. Kinda like one of those poisonous frogs, but less colourful. The face itself means that I’m trying to transcend humanity, get better and grow stronger with the help of people.
“Oh, and speaking of colour— I wanted it in full colour at first, but then the artist suggested more fine lined detail and we just went with it. I guess I’m happy with it, since it’s on my neck and all.”
You hum in wonder, coming to lie down even closer to him. Your nose brushes against his shoulder, and you hear Yoonoh’s breath hitch, making your own stop in its tracks. “It’s cool, too. I already told you it looks good,” you whisper.
You hear him let out a laughing breath, before he bids you goodnight with your name in tow.
When you wake up again, the morning feels way too new. Somehow, throughout the night (or, morning, rather, as it’s now well in the afternoon) you managed to get your head on Yoonoh’s chest. His arm sits around your shoulders, whilst yours is wrapped around his torso. He’s still sleeping peacefully, and so you slip out of his death grip as quietly as you can, so as not to wake him.
You know your way around his home, and your instinct is to make him tea. You’re not sure what he has in his fridge, so you opt not to start on breakfast. Yoonoh had the worst habit of forgetting to stack up or grocery shop at all, usually getting take-out instead of cooking. You don’t exactly want to take your chances.
You do work while he’s asleep, though, washing his dishes and wiping down his fancy counter. He comes out while you’re throwing away the paper towel you used. Yoonoh’s morning smile is the best thing in the world, you think, because he seems so pure as he comes to prop himself up on the counter.
“Good morning.” His voice is even better to head, and the grogginess not fully gone from it makes you smile as you hand him the cup of lukewarm tea.
Your cup is nearly finished, but as you bring it up to your lips, he speaks, “Can I ask you a question?”
A million things run through your mind at once, at last settling on concern for your friend. You raise your eyebrow at him, sitting across from where he was leaning. Yoonoh smiles at you again, most likely to try and put you at ease, “Did you… did you enjoy your time with me?”
It rings in your head that something’s not right, and your face contorts as you try and figure out what he means. Your voice carries a curious lilt within it, “Of course. I always enjoy when we go out.”
But it doesn’t seem to be enough for him. Yoonoh takes a sip of his tea, and his eyes seem determined to bore into your soul. You try to maintain the intense eye contact, waiting for him to finally voice his doubts. Within minutes, everything has turned way too tense for your taste, and you simply have to reach out to press your hand against your friend’s arm.
He puts his tea mug down, standing upright and walking over to your side of the counter. You’re entirely surprised when he grabs your cheeks, cupping them together. You let out a noise you’re not proud of, and involuntarily jerk backwards, but the man simply holds you in place. He’s gentle, though, and you ease up once he gives you a smile.
“I meant, did you enjoy sleeping with me,” to this you give a snort, and he grimaces before pinching your cheek, “not like that, you nerd.” This causes you to give a half-assed kick to his shins, to which he pretends to be incredibly hurt, ows and ouchs included.
“Yes, Yoonoh. I enjoyed sleeping in your bed,” you chuckle, hooking your hands onto his elbows. “What’s with the sudden questioning?”
He squished your cheeks together once more, “I don’t really know where to start with it. You make me kind of nervous to even try.”
You could feel heat rushing to your cheeks, your brain running through and endless amount of possibilities as to what Yoonoh could possibly mean. Your hands gripped at his elbows, and your eyebrows furrowed as you got ready to fire out questions, but luckily he spoke again before you embarrassed yourself.
“I’ve always felt different towards you, I guess. We’ve been friends for so long that I just never thought it was anything serious. And I’ve felt this before— just like last night— but… ahh,” his face scrunched up, and yours followed soon as the corners of your lips rose into a petite grin.
“I guess what I’m saying is that I really, really like you, and yesterday cemented it.” He finally gets out, sighing. You stay there for a moment, letting his words register in your brain. He’s special to you… and you sound to be just as special to him.
Your hands move to his wrists, patting them to get him to loosen up. It gives you some leeway to close the distance between the two of you, bringing him into a ginger kiss. Yoonoh seems surprised (though you don’t entirely blame him for it), a startled yip leaving his lips. His grip on your cheeks loosens with time as he moulds his lips against yours, thumbs running over your cheeks.
You don’t keep him there for long, sudden bashfulness hitting you. You pull away, finding it a bit challenging to look him in the eyes again, though when you do you’re met with the warmth you’ve familiarised yourself with. You can’t help the laugh bubbling out of you, pulling Yoonoh close to you into a death grip of a hug.
“I really, really like you too silly. And for six or so years, too.”
