*marsieꕤ*.ﾟ

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NAVIGATION !

˚.⁺⊹ marsie 18! she/her

˚.⁺⊹ fluff and blonde jaehyun enthusiast

˚.⁺⊹ talk to me about anything! (fics, groups, shows, movies, literally anything)

˚.⁺⊹ fic recs and reblogs!

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˚.⁺⊹ main biases

jay jaehyun sakuya sungchan harua woonhak minju

˚.⁺⊹ smau

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( ur a bitch. ) ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ ft. park jongseong

⧽ jay x fem!reader college smau series

⧽ masterlist

⧽ the competition pt2

A/N: its deadass 2 am and i decided ykw yolo let me do a chp because its been a month even tho i did a whole post saying i wasnt gna post until june BUT IM ON HERE RN SO MIGHT AS WELLLLL.. #lowkaliar

tl: @zoe1love @aphantassia @iiunique  @emmalabo @jjongsiess @octoberoflove @shaiimuraaa @ilobhee @wenosluv @jvngw0nlvr @ddolleri @shinaely @honeyfewr @needywwon @cokewithcameron @ikeu05 @hiheszach @fataltroublu @jakeycakeys @chuuchuutrain1009 @pshrosie @guerrillias @strwbysunoo @desirxriki @goatedwiththesaucedotcom @justakelly @honestlyatomicpanda

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HIII EVERYONEE! i havent updated in SO LONG and i apologize for that:( i hope you’re all doing well! the reason i havent been updating the series is because this sem is coming to an end and ive been so so busy with assignments and exams coming up, that being said i wont be updating until the end of semester. the next update will probably be in june or maybe sooner if i find some time! thank you all for reading and sticking around:’) i truly appreciate the support🫶🏽🫶🏽

tg: @zoe1love @aphantassia @iiunique  @emmalabo @jjongsiess @octoberoflove @shaiimuraaa @ilobhee @wenosluv @jvngw0nlvr @ddolleri @shinaely @honeyfewr @needywwon @cokewithcameron @ikeu05 @hiheszach @fataltroublu @jakeycakeys @chuuchuutrain1009 @pshrosie @guerrillias @strwbysunoo @desirxriki @goatedwiththesaucedotcom @justakelly @honestlyatomicpanda

[kazukazukiiii]

k.wh, 10 days overdue !

🧸ྀི woonhak x reader ⸺ librarian!reader, woonhak slander, crushes, fluff, reader has hair 📋 1,612 words

when..woonhak randomly starts going to the library (totally because he likes reading and not the cute librarian!)

"reptiles of south east asia, harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban, and... clifford gets a dog." you raised a brow at the.. interesting mix of books laid out infront of you.

woonhak nodded with a gulp. truth be told, he'd just grabbed the first three books he'd found lying on a random cart; he wasn't even sure if they were available to check out or not.

instead of more questions , you nodded and begun scanning the books. besides, it's not like that was the weirdest combination of books you've seen checked out before. "can i see your library card?" you asked as you stamped the due dates into the books. after receiving no response nor card, you looked up to find the boy staring at you, chin resting on his hand and lost in his own little world.

you furrowed your brows. "hellooo? can i see your library card, please?"

heh, she's cute when she furrows her brows. and gosh, her hair looks so good today. well, it looks good everyday. i wish i could just reach out and—

"—have your library card?"

"oh! sorry, yes, i do." he snapped out of his trance and fumbled for his wallet. when your hands brushed as he handed it to you, he swore his heart almost stopped beating yet beat like crazy at the same time.

his smile immediately dropped into a pout as you handed him back his library card and receipt; he didn't want to leave you just yet. you raised a brow at his expression. then, just as you were about to ask him if he was okay, he suddenly lit up and asked, "what're your favorite books? i want to read something new but i just don't know what to read."

"clearly." you chuckled, gaze flickering down at his choice of books, to which he let out a nervous chuckle. "right.." he smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "soo, any suggestions?"

"well, only if you have time." you smiled, leaning forward with your arms on the counter.

"of course! i mean— sure, i got nothing to do." he shrugged, quickly hiding his over-enthusiastic expression with feigned nonchalance.

"well, my absolute favorite book has got to be the little prince. it's an absolute classic and is just so beautiful. it's short but sweet, and i just love the illustrations. i could go on and on about it, but i don't want to bore you. however, if you want something a bit longer, you have to read frankenstein. another classic, and for a reason—the way mary shelley..."

woonhak rested his chin on his palm again, eyes softening with fondness at the way your eyes lit up as you spoke; your excitement couldn't help but make him excited too. gosh, how can someone be so pretty, cute, smart, and passionate at the same time?

"...and— woonhak? are you even listening?" he straightened up, she knows my name, and blinked. "of course i know your name, i've seen your library card every week for the past few weeks now."

wait what— either she can read minds or i just said that out loud. like an idiot.

"yes, you said that out loud."

woonhak's eyes grew wide. "did i—" did he say that too or— you burst out into soft giggles, eyes crinkling and covering your mouth. "don't worry, i could tell you didn't mean to say it out loud by the way you said it." he only nodded, too embarrassed to say anything else out of fear he might slip and say something even more embarrassing. you handed him his books, your laugh fading away but grin lingering.

woonhak and his friends spread out across his room—riwoo and leehan sprawled out on the carpeted floor, sungho and taesan on his bed, woonhak in his chair, and jaehyun standing behind him, arms resting on the younger's shoulders.

"you own books?" sungho suddenly asks, causing everyone to direct their attention onto him. woonhak turned to him confused. "why wouldn't i..?"

"i just.. i didn't know you liked to read." he shrugged.

"better yet, i didn't know you could read, woonhak." taesan teased, which riled up the younger boy. "of- of course i can! i'm nineteen, what are you talking about!"

"woah, chill out, dude." taesan raised his hands in defense, to which woonhak rolled his eyes and crossed his arms with a huff. "are they new?" sungho asked.

"they're from the library."

"since when did you own a library card?" riwoo sat up with a raised brow.

"since that cute librarian started working there." jaehyun wiggled his brows with a grin, moving his face closer to woonhak's. "she's– she's not cute!" the boy jumped, wide eyed and flushed. "you don't think she's cute, right hyung..?" he muttered, almost as if he didn't want the others to hear, with suspicious concern.

jaehyun raised his brow, grin growing cheekier, "what if i did?" woonhak pretended not to care, and failed miserably at it, looking away and shrugging. "i don't know. just curious—not that i care or anything.." though, the last part sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone that he didn't care.

"oh you totally do." leehan teased from the floor, the smirk audible in his voice as woonhak hid behind his hands and threw his head back with a groan. "oh!" taesan straightened up and the youngest knew something devious was coming, "we should tag along the next time woonhak visits the library."

"more like visits the librarian." jaehyun added, invading the last of his personal space. "ugh! i don't like her, okay?!" he huffed and crossed his arms. jaehyun poked his flushed cheek, "so you wouldn't mind if we tagged along, right? since you don't like her." the boy sat up, opening his mouth to retort, but stopped himself and slumped further in his chair. i'll just go alone, they won't know when i'm going.

"frankenstein. you took my recommendation." your lips curled into a soft smile as you looked down at the book. of course i did, why wouldn't i? woonhak bit his lip in order to suppress a huge grin and make sure he didn't say his thoughts out loud this time. "how was clifford gets a dog?" his ears immediately go pink, and you knew they did even though your eyes stayed focused on checking his book out. when he didn't respond, you finally glanced up at him and let out a small "hm?" to which he gulped and sheepishly responded, "it..it was good. and easy."

"oh i hope it was easy, or else reading frankenstein would be like reading in a foreign language."

"yeah," he nervously laughed, "i, uhm, couldn't find the little prince anywhere. i even checked the kid's section."

your brows raised and tilted your head teasingly, "and didn't pick up another clifford book?" the tips of his ears heated up, and the sweet sound of your laugh blessed his red ears when he kept stuttering. "i'm only teasing." your eyes crinkled and cheeks started to sting when your laughter kept going, his ears only getting red. "if you really want to read it," you leaned forward, "i could let you borrow my copy."

his heart raced at the proximity, "like, your copy..from home?" the way he stuttered (despite how hard he tried not to) and the pinkness of his cheeks only encouraged you and your teasing more. "mhm."

"uh- yeah, sure, if you want." he nodded a little too fast, and you smiled, cute. however, just as you opened your mouth to tease the poor boy more, movement behind him caught your eye, and your gaze trailed to five boys attempting to 'act casual'. a blond kept glancing back with cartoonishly raised brows and pursed lips, a tall, cat-like guy was "reading" when in reality he was peeking over his sunglasses (which he wore indoors. far from a window or light.) at you, two other hid behind a pillar, and a puppy-like boy literally moved a chair to sit and hide behind a plant.

"uh, woonhak, do you know them..?" the boy furrowed his brows and turned; when his eyes landed on the five spies his cheeks immediately flushed again, this time in embarrassment, eyes wide and jaw on the floor. he stormed over to them, fists clenched and pouting like a child about to throw a tantrum.

"what the heck are you guys doing here!?"

a guy with long hair—leehan—one of the guys behind the pillar, steps out from behind it with a random book in his hand. "oh, woonhak! we're just, y'know, doing some reading." he gestures at the upside-down book in his hand, which he then notices and quickly flips it around. the one in the chair leans forward with a devious grin, "yeah, might even strike up a conversation with the new, cute librarian later. see if she has any good recommendations." woonhak huffs and whines, "hyung—! no you're not! ugh, just let me be!"

the tall, cat-like guy pushed up his sunglasses and shrugged, "we didn't do anything. you approached us while we're here to read, so why don't you let us be." woonhak huffed again, completely ignoring him, and crossed his arms. "how did you guys even know i was coming here today!" the blond turns to him, "i saw the return date in one of your books."

"so? i could've come before then."

"yeah but i knew you'd return it as late as possible, just like you do with everything else."

"that's not—"

"frankenstein?" the blond glanced at the counter, "that's a real step up from clifford."

"sungho-hyung!"

emma writing comeback we cheered !! the ending's a bit rushed bc my phone's gonna die soon 😭 i was originally gonna post a long fic, but i'm having trouble finishing it and i rlly wanted to write, so i decided to brush the cobwebs off of and finish one of my many, many drafts heh. i have exams in like 2 weeks so i might disappear again but hopefully i'll start posting consistently soon! i'm also thinking abt starting a second writing acc but idk what i'd write for (prob just criminal minds but idk) 😭😭 hopefully i'll finish that long fic bc i've literally been working on it for a months now..(mostly just thinking about finishing it but shh) anyways! long note yikes but i just wanted to say a couple of things. (p.s. guess who's going to a laufey concert next month aaahhh!!!)

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AHH CUTENESS

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( ur a bitch. ) ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ ft. park jongseong

⧽ jay x fem!reader college smau series

⧽ masterlist

⧽ unicorn

a/n: MARK LEFT NCT I CANT

tl: @zoe1love @aphantassia @iiunique  @emmalabo @jjongsiess @octoberoflove @shaiimuraaa @ilobhee @wenosluv @jvngw0nlvr @ddolleri @shinaely @honeyfewr @needywwon @cokewithcameron @ikeu05 @hiheszach @fataltroublu

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MARK JUST LEFT NCT OH MY FUCK

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( ur a bitch. ) ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ ft. park jongseong

⧽ jay x fem!reader college smau series

⧽ masterlist

⧽ break in

a/n: AHH ITS STARTING

tl: @zoe1love@aphantassia @iiunique  @emmalabo @jjongsiess @octoberoflove @shaiimuraaa @ilobhee @wenosluv @jvngw0nlvr @ddolleri @shinaely @honeyfewr @needywwon @cokewithcameron

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OUU IM NOT OKAY AT ALL

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( ur a bitch. ) ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ ft. park jongseong

⧽ jay x fem!reader college smau series

⧽ masterlist

⧽:(

a/n: WOAH TWO UPDATES?

tl: @zoe1love@aphantassia @iiunique  @emmalabo @jjongsiess @octoberoflove @shaiimuraaa @ilobhee @wenosluv @jvngw0nlvr

[unagisppang]

( ur a bitch. ) ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ ft. park jongseong

⧽ jay x fem!reader college smau series

⧽ masterlist

⧽heart emoji

a/n: school is DRAINING me yall

tl: @zoe1love@aphantassia @iiunique  @emmalabo @jjongsiess @octoberoflove @shaiimuraaa @ilobhee @wenosluv @jvngw0nlvr

[jybrry]

🏁 too close, pjs

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 17 ── when the neighbors confession sounds good asf

pairing: park jongseong x fem!reader 

synopsis: red bull junior team prodigy and korea’s national treasure, park jongseong, makes his f1 debut with racing bulls, promising himself he’ll keep his rookie season distraction-free. of course the person who keeps catching his eye every race week wears a badge that reads williams media. not that he’ll flirt with the competition or anything. he’s just… too close to it. 

contains: f1-driver!jay, downbad!jay, social media!au, fluff, humor, workplace proximity, secret dating ft. enha's hyung line + ive's gaeul.

warnings: suggestive content, make out scene, dry humping, swearing, inappropriate jokes, poor attempts at humor, i’m not an f1 expert, usage of faceclaims for reader (not idols, just for aesthetic!), ignore dates and timestamps pls!

jay doesn’t remember finishing the race. 

he doesn’t remember the red lights going out, driving at 300 km/h for sixty two laps, or the exact moment the checkered flag waved. he doesn’t even remember what position he finished in. and to be honest, he doesn't even care.

he remembers flashes. cameras in his face, sky sports microphone hovering too close, someone asking him about his tire management strategy. he is sure he answered something pr appropriate, but it is all a blur. 

he must’ve gone back to the garage and changed out of his race suit, peeled the fireproof layers from his skin and scrubbed the rubber and sweat from his hands. yet he doesn't remember packing a bag, or telling anybody about leaving the country quicker than scheduled.  

because somehow he ended up at the airport, and now he is here.

jay is now standing in the middle of an unknown hallway that smells faintly like someone else’s dinner even though it is almost midnight. ten minutes ago, he climbed out of a taxi after giving the driver an address he hoped was accurate. the one he pulled from an old message thread from months ago, when he’d asked gaeul for it so he could send y/n flowers during summer break.

the f1 driver exhales slowly, because he flew across an ocean with no plan beyond seeing y/n. and now that he’s here, the reality of it lands all at once.

the complex hallway is silent except for the low hum of the building’s lights and someone’s tv murmurs faintly through a wall. his passport is still in his jacket pocket and his phone is at twelve percent, on silent mode and with a bunch of notifications he prefers to ignore. 

because right now, his heart is beating harder than it ever did on track, and seeing her is the only thing that matters.

jay swallows, glancing one last time at the number on the door in front of him and for a second he hesitates.

then he knocks.

he doesn’t really have time to plan what happens next, because the door opens almost immediately.

suddenly y/n is in front of him wearing grey sweatpants, barefaced, and with eyes tired in a way that makes his chest ache. her expression shifts the moment she sees him, like she wasn't expecting to see him the moment she opened the door at all. 

for a second she just stares, like she’s hallucinating him and is trying to hold onto the illusion before it disappears.

but then,

“you shouldn’t be here.” her voice is small, delicate. she winces slightly as if it hurts her to say the words, her grip tightening around the doorknob like she needs the support.

jay almost steps forward, yet the movement dies halfway through. his fingers twitch at his side, fighting the urge to simply hold her and tell her she is everything he needs. so his eyes flicker over her face, memorizing every little thing he missed, every trace of conflict in her gaze.

“that’s the problem,” he says quietly, trying to sound convincing. “i should be exactly here.”

she looks away, as if not looking at him would make things easier. 

“i’ve made everything harder. for your team. for sponsors. for you.”

he closes the distance fully now, hands hovering for a split second before finally cupping her face, rough palms warm against her soft skin, thumbs brushing just beneath her eyes.

“stop.”

still, she continues.

“they’re reviewing everything, jay. my emails, my access. they told me not to talk to you. i wasn’t trying to ignore you. i just— i thought if i stepped back it would calm down and we would be fine.” y/n finally breaks, trembling hands clutching his wrists as she leans into his touch. 

jay’s chest tightens painfully.

“and you thought i’d just let you carry that alone?” his voice comes out rough, like the words have to force their way past something in his throat. his thumb catches a tear before it can fall from her eyes. “y/n, i walked into my rival team’s hospitality in the middle of a race weekend because i was worried about you.”

her eyes widen.

“you what—?”

“i didn’t care who saw. i didn’t care what they thought. i just needed to know you were okay.”

y/n shakes her head slowly, trembling hands sliding up to his chest, palms pressing there like she needs to feel his heartbeat beneath them. she looks up at him, eyes glossy, overwhelmed by the way he’s looking at her like she’s the only thing that matters. his eagle eyes are wider than usual now, sharp brows drawn together in worry as he searches her face.

the realization hits her all at once: how much she loves him, how much he’s doing for her.

her sweet, precious jay.

“you could get in trouble.” the words leave her quietly, almost like it’s really the only excuse she’s got. jay shakes his head immediately, messy black hair falling into his eyes with the movement.

“they’ll forget all this by next week.” his voice is calm, but there’s something stubborn underneath it. certain. her gaze drops for a moment, following the rise and fall of his chest beneath her hands.

“you’ve worked too hard for this.”

his brows knit together.

“and you haven’t?”

she exhales shakily, shaking her head again, more insistently this time.

“that’s different.”

her fingers tighten slightly against him.

“you’ve worked your whole life for this,” she says, looking back up at him now. “that’s not the same.”

jay doesn’t move away. if anything, he leans in just a fraction, his hands still warm against her face, thumbs brushing softly on her cheeks.

“it is to me.”

for a second she just stares at him, like she’s trying to figure out if he truly means it.

because he remembers. he remembers the night at the cottage in silverstone and how her voice softened when she talked about her job, how carefully she spoke about it, like it was something fragile and precious. and he certainly remembers baku. the way her eyes shone after sainz got his podium, pride written all over her face. the way she couldn’t stop smiling, even though the result wasn’t directly hers. 

jay had noticed then, how much her position in williams mattered to her.

“hey.” his fingers slip beneath her chin, lifting her face just enough so she has to meet his eyes. the movement is gentle, but firm. like he won’t let her avoid the truth one more time. “look at me.” his thumb brushes lightly along her jaw, brown eyes searching hers like he needs to make sure she’s really listening to him.

he then exhales slowly, like he’s been holding his next words in his chest for days.

“i had a glimpse of what my life would be like without you,” he says, voice uneven. “it felt so wrong, y/n.”

y/n goes still beneath his touch, words echoing in her head. suddenly she’s hyper-aware of everything: the way he’s so close she can feel the warmth of his breath, the way his thumbs keep brushing delicately her jaw, the quiet determination in his gaze.

further, he adds: “and i realized i don’t want that. not for a second. i want you.”

the words settle between them, fragile and impossibly heavy at the same time. because for a moment, the words don’t quite register, as if her mind needs an extra second to catch up with what he’s saying. to process he’s not just trying to comfort her, he’s confessing.

“jay…” she breathes. his brows lift slightly, a familiar habit y/n has learned to associate with him paying complete attention. and for a moment she hesitates. 

then she says it anyway.

“you could get that second seat.”

the words fall between them like something fragile. one last chance. one last real warning about what being with her might cost him. not because she wants him to give up on her, but because she cares enough to lose him if it means he gets the future he’s worked hard for.

“you know that,” she continues softly. “everyone knows that.”

yet jay doesn’t even think twice.

“if this ruins my chances for that red bull’s second seat…” his shoulders lift in the smallest shrug, the corner of his mouth tugging upward. “i don’t care.”

her eyes widen, astonished, softly slapping his chest. “you don’t mean that.”

“i do.” his smile grows a little. “besides, people say that the seat is cursed anyway. that it ruins you.”

she shakes her head immediately. “that’s an internet joke.”

jay huffs out a quiet laugh, now him shaking his head like he can’t believe she’s still trying to argue him out of this. so he counterattacks, clearly amused: “still counts.”

“don’t say that like it’s easy.”

“it’s not easy,” he says quietly. his gaze doesn’t leave hers, with something warm settling in his expression now. “it’s terrifying.”

a small pause stretches between them. and then, “but i’m not going to let you break your own heart just so i can get that red bull’s second seat.”

the words barely leave his mouth before he sees it, the way her eyes suddenly gloss over, filling faster than she can blink them away. how her lips tremble, like she hadn’t expected him to understand. like hearing it out loud is almost too much.

jay stills. something shifts in his expression as the realization settles in: she really was ready to sacrifice what they had for him.

his hand lifts slowly, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary.

“you love me that much?”

y/n’s breath catches. then she nods, small and almost shy, like admitting it out loud would make it too real but she still does: “...yeah.”

for a second jay just stares at her, processing she really just admitted it. his strong jaw tightens slightly, a quiet breath leaving him as something almost disbelieving crosses his face.

“god…” he murmurs under his breath. his hands slide from her face to the back of her neck, pulling her just a little closer. “i love you so much.”

before he can say anything else, y/n’s lips crash into his.

the kiss is messy and sudden, knocking him half a step back against the doorframe, not caring about anything but the feel of his lips against hers. not who might see them, not what the press would say, not what her bosses would think. jay instantly kisses her back, backing her up slowly step by step, until her back meets the door shut with a soft thud.

they kiss like they’ve been starving. like the past week stripped them down to instinct. his hands move, one now gripping firmly her waist and the other tangling in her hair, pulling her closer until there’s no space left at all, pressing her to the door. y/n makes a small needy sound into the kiss and it pulls a low groan from him. he breaks the kiss just slightly, lips still brushing her as he murmurs, breath warm against her skin. "god… i swear you’re perfect.”

y/n takes his words as an invitation with her mouth finding his again, harder this time, deeper. tongue sliding slowly against his. her fingers tangle in his dark hair, tugging just enough to make his head tilt back, and body pressing closer without thinking, arching into him.

the reaction is immediate. jay’s hand tightens at her waist as he groans softly against her mouth. then he catches her lower lip between his teeth, tugging lightly before soothing it with a slow kiss. his other hand slips beneath the hem of her shirt, warm palm flattening against the small of her back. his fingers travel slowly upward along your spine, tracing the curve of it until she shiver against him.

“tell me to stop,” he murmurs against her neck.

she shakes her head immediately and that’s all he needs.

jay shifts his weight instinctively, pressing in even closer, and she makes a small sound. suddenly, the wall feels too flat, too restrictive. so his hands slide down from her back to under her thighs. y/n gasps softly as he lifts her, yet her body reacts immediately, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips and arms looped around his neck.

he exhales. half effort, half awe.

“jay—” she starts.

“hold on,” he mutters, breathless but grinning against her mouth.

he’s absolutely planning to take her somewhere more comfortable, yet he has never been here before. the apartment is dark, unfamiliar, and he has no idea where anything is.

“…where’s your room?” he manages between kisses, voice low and slightly breathless.

she manages to reply under her breath, clearly not thinking straight. “door on the left.”

“thanks, baby,” he murmurs, kissing her again mid-sentence. he turns left and nearly walks straight into what looks like a decorative table.

he stops short, muttering under his breath. “okay— not this way.”

y/n lets out a small, airy laugh, far too entertained by his struggle. instead of helping, she presses a trail of soft kisses along his jaw, down the line of his neck. making his grip tighten instinctively.

“y/n.” jay warns, though it comes out more breathless than threatening.

she simply hums innocently against his skin. jay adjusts his hold under her thighs, steady and deliberate, lifting her a little higher against him before trying again. this time he moves forward more carefully, guided mostly by instinct and the vague outlines of furniture in the dark.

finding her room should be easier. it would be way easier if y/n wasn’t currently licking a slow line up his throat, tongue brushing his adam’s apple making his breath stutter.

“baby,” he exhales, voice strained. y/n nuzzles into his neck, completely unbothered.

he takes two more steps before the back of his knees suddenly hits something that feels like  a couch. instead of trying to keep navigating the dark apartment, he drops down onto it, pulling y/n with him so she lands right in his lap, her thighs settling around his waist automatically. 

before y/n can even say a word, he pulls her back into another kiss. one hand curls around the back of her neck while the other spreads over her lower back, keeping her exactly where he wants her. impatient, y/n pushes his hoodie up his torso, tugging it over his head and tossing it somewhere behind the couch without really looking. her hands return to him immediately, sliding over the broad line of his shoulders before drifting down his arms, and jay can’t do anything but melt under her touch.

at some point the feeling of him beneath y/n becomes too much to ignore, and she shifts instinctively, rocking forward without thinking. her face drops into the curve of jay’s neck, lips ghosting over his skin, teeth grazing lightly once.

his hand slides to the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair to keep her there, holding her there as his head tips back slightly.

“shit,” he manages. “keep going, baby.”

his hands tighten around her hips, firm and possessive, like he’s afraid she might pull away. when she moves again, slower this time, she really feels it; the solid warmth of him beneath the fabric of his jeans, making her breath hitch. his hand tightens in her hair as he pulls away, guiding her head back so their lips part, keeping her just a little out of reach when the kiss breaks. he doesn’t let her go, though. just holds her there, mouths hovering a breath apart.

y/n exhales softly, almost a whine due to the sudden lack of contact.

“fuck, jay—”

the words barely leave her mouth before his hips roll forward once, deep and deliberate, pulling a sharp breath from her. the movement makes the couch creak softly beneath them. 

“you have no idea what you do to me.” he breathes.

jay’s hands drift from her waist, tracing slowly along the curve of her sides until they reach the waistband of her sweats. his fingers hook there lightly yet he doesn’t move them further. the pads of his thumbs brush slowly along the band of fabric, back and forth, like he’s testing the boundary instead of crossing it.

his eyes lift to her face, searching. taking in every little shift in her expression: the way her lips part, the way her shoulders rise with her breath. for a second he just holds her there, his fingers lingering at her waist like he’s giving her time to stop him. but instead, she shifts closer. 

slowly, the tips of his fingers slip just beneath the waistband. not far. just enough to brush the warm skin of her lower stomach. jay exhales slowly through his nose. his thumb slides beneath her jaw, tilting her face up toward him. then he leans closer, his mouth brushing near her ear, voice dropping softer than before.

“can i?” he murmurs.

y/n’s brows pull together instantly, eyes glossy like she’s pleading even though she hasn’t said a word. she nods before he even finishes the question, her reaction quick and eager.

jay’s fingers tighten slightly against the waistband of her sweats. he exhales again, slower this time, like he’s trying to steady himself.

“lift up a little.”

and she does. immediately. her hands brace on his shoulders as her hips lift just enough to give him room, the movement instinctive, when the rattle of keys followed by the click of the front door unlocking cuts through the moment.

both of them freeze. y/n still half-lifted off his lap, jay’s hands still very much under the waistband of her sweats.

“WOAH—”

gaeul’s rose-platinum hair appears in the doorway first, her body going rigid as her eyes take in the scene in front of her: jay's hoodie somewhere on the floor, the couch cushions are completely destroyed, and how the two of them are breathing like they just ran a marathon.

she stares. then, without a word, she slowly steps back out of the apartment and pulls the door closed again, leaving them alone.

silence crashes over the room. y/n drops back down so fast she nearly falls off the couch, and jay jerks his hands away like he just touched a live wire. and then there’s silence, a full five seconds of it. like neither of them is entirely sure gaeul actually interrupted them, or if they somehow imagined the whole thing.

until the door opens again.

gaeul steps back inside, kicking off her shoes and shimmying out of her jacket before hanging it on the rack like she’s just come home from a completely normal day.

“this is insane. this is my apartment,” she deadpans. she then leaves her purse and a plastic bag onto the kitchen island and walks a few steps toward the couch, raising an eyebrow as she eyes the two of them.

“you literally ghosted him for a week,” she says slowly, pointing at jay, “and now he’s on our couch?”

both of them move at the exact same time.

y/n practically launches herself off the couch, jay scrambling up right after her so fast he nearly trips on the hoodie still abandoned on the floor.

“no—okay—wait—” y/n starts.

“it’s not—” jay says at the same time.

jay freezes mid-thought. because right. this is gaeul. the best friend. the one that worried about him and kept him updated for the past days. so he straightens a little, suddenly very aware of the fact that he was caught with his hands hovering y/n’s ass approximately thirty seconds ago.

“hi,” he says, awkwardly lifting a hand in a small wave. “i’m—uh—jay.”

gaeul stares at him. eyes slowly travelling from his very messy hair, to the flushed look on his face, to y/n standing beside him like she might actually pass out from embarrassment.

then she sighs.

“yeah, i figured” she says flatly. “you could’ve warned me you were visiting, dude.”  and for a second he thinks she might have a point, maybe a text would've been nice. she then gestures vaguely toward the couch.

“you two looked super professional over there.”

y/n groans.

“gaeul—”

“i leave for a midnight snack, like the good friend that i am,” gaeul continues, already walking toward the kitchen island, “and suddenly there’s a man in my living room?”

she grabs the forgotten plastic bag and pulls out something that looks like a beer can.

“you know what,” she says after a second, shaking her head. “i don’t want to know.  do not want to know.”

then she turns away, suddenly looking a little embarrassed herself, like she just processed what she walked into. too embarrassed to make eye contact with either of them.

“and here i was thinking you both were depressed and yearning for each other.” she mutters, already walking toward the hallway. a moment later, the crack of the can opening echoes faintly through the apartment. then her bedroom door shuts.

the apartment falls completely silent. jay and y/n stay standing exactly where they are for a second, both staring down the hallway where gaeul disappeared. breaths still heavy.

then y/n exhales a long breath.

“you ruined girls’ night,” she says, lightly smacking his arm.

jay turns to her immediately, eyebrows shooting up. “i ruined it?”

“yes.” she says, pointing at him. “you’re the one who was—” she stops herself, to then gesture vaguely toward the couch instead.

“… i’m pretty sure you started it.”

y/n presses her lips together, trying very hard not to laugh.

“your whole i can’t live without you monologue was too good!”

jay opens his mouth to argue but pauses, since he actually looks at her and suddenly the argument kind of… leaves his brain.

because right there in front of him, y/n looks completely undone.

her hair is a mess, like someone’s hands had been in it for a while. which, he realizes with a jolt, were very much his. her shirt is twisted, the hem riding up just enough to show a sliver of skin above the waistband of her sweats. her lips are flushed and a little swollen, a reminder that he kissed them for far too long. there are faint tear tracks near the corners of her eyes too, barely there, but he notices them. her eyelashes still a little damp from when she cried earlier.

jay’s chest tightens slightly, and of course y/n notices the silence.

“…what?”

jay blinks, realizing he’s been staring.

“nothing.”

she squints at him suspiciously.

“you’re doing that thing.”

“what thing?”

“staring.”

“i’m not staring.”

“you absolutely are.”

jay rubs the back of his neck, suddenly looking away. “…you just look—” he stops himself because what exactly is he supposed to say? incredibly attractive? like i need to drag you back onto that couch immediately?

y/n tilts her head. “i look what?”

jay glances at her again.

(big mistake).

“…never mind.”

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a/n: hi guys!! i hope everyone is doing well after such a draining week. 😭 i just want to say clearly and from my heart that i'll continue writing and posting on enhablr with enhypen as seven. my stories will keep including heeseung, because to me, supporting him and keeping him present in my work matters. most importantly since it feels like belift simply wants to erase him from enha after all these years and it's completely fucked up. thank you for your patience and i hope my updates can be a distraction in these difficult moments. 💌

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WOWWEEEE

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( ur a bitch. ) ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ ft. park jongseong

⧽ jay x fem!reader college smau series

⧽ masterlist

⧽jaywon

A/N: oo its starting

TL: @zoe1love @aphantassia @iiunique  @emmalabo  @jjongsiess @octoberoflove @shaiimuraaa @ilobhee

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( ur a bitch. ) ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ ft. park jongseong

⧽ jay x fem!reader college smau series

⧽ masterlist

⧽ lore drop

A/N: i hope ur all doing well with the news :(( take care of yourselves!! <33

TL: @zoe1love @aphantassia @iiunique  @emmalabo  @jjongsiess @octoberoflove

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my bambi😭💔

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men come and go but x reader fic is forever

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( ur a bitch. ) ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ ft. park jongseong

⧽ jay x fem!reader college smau series

⧽ masterlist

⧽ can we back out???

A/N: XDH MENTIONEDDD

TL: @zoe1love @aphantassia @iiunique  @emmalabo 

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Room 512 (Please Shut Up)

Synopsis - Y/N thought dorm life would be quiet… peaceful… survivable at least. She was wrong. Because right across the hall, in Room 512, lived the loudest person alive. Music at 2 a.m.? Check. Late - night arguments with his imaginary audience? Check. This unknowingly made him the 1 person she dreaded.

Pairing - Woonhak x Y/N

Leap year

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A/N - making this with music that doesn’t match the vibe isn’t for the weak😳 (ballad of a homeschooled girl my baby❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹)

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