wherein; your last saving grace is a kind stranger on the street. one you hope is kind enough to play a little pretend.
(767 words)
pairing: non-idol!jay x f!reader
genre: fluff, first meeting, strangers to ???, fake dating kinda
warnings: creepy guy, being followed/watched
a/n: another short one OOPSIE!! i cant seem to write anything over 1k words... first time posting enhypen hehe 𐔌ˊᵕˋ𐦯 this is a couple months old but i need filler since i have something hopefully longer in the works!
the last three blocks have been a nightmare.
a nightmare of glancing over your shoulder every few seconds to check if the man behind you is still there. a nightmare of taking random turns down streets that stopped looking familiar ages ago, of forcing yourself not to walk too fast in fear that he’ll notice you’re scared.
your feet feel like they're about to fall off, steps out of sync with your heart beating faster than you knew it could go.
every desperate glance you send strangers’ way goes unnoticed, eyes sliding right past you like they can’t see the panic written all over your face.
all you want is for this man to leave you alone.
its been a while since you've looked behind you, but you know he’s still there. you hear it in the footsteps that trail just a few feet away from yours. the footsteps that seem to be getting… closer?
this is it, you think.
the pit in your stomach grows as you pick up the pace, trying not to make it obvious. millions of thoughts crash through your head at once. why is he following you? what does he want? what happens if–when he catches up? you tell yourself not to jump to conclusions, yet your pounding heartbeat disagrees.
worst of all, you’re stranded. completely alone.
until your eyes land on a young man leaning against the side of a building beneath the glow of a flickering streetlight.
he looks around your age, hair parted down the middle as it falls gently on his face. he’s waving goodbye to someone, a friend probably, as he pulls his phone out.
hope flickers inside you and without thinking, you rush toward him. you latch onto his arm, nearly stumbling into him in the process.
“babe, there you are,” you blurt out, voice shakier than you’d hoped. “sorry, i got a little lost. let’s go?”
his eyes widen in surprise, but the confusion only lasts a second. understanding settles on his features as his gaze lands on the man behind you, drawing you closer.
“no worries, honey.” his voice is gentle as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers trembling slightly against your skin. “though i was starting to worry.”
the man finally walks past the two of you, though it doesn’t feel like retreat.
his gaze locks onto yours as he passes, sharp and lingering. it crawls over your skin slowly, irritated, like a predator watching prey slip through its teeth at the very last second.
the look makes you feel exposed. claimed.
your fingers curl tighter around the stranger’s sleeve before you can stop yourself, only to notice the way his jaw tightens as he stares the man down with equal intensity.
you don’t let yourself breathe properly until he disappears around the corner.
the tension leaves your body all at once. you quickly step back, hands retreating into your pockets as embarrassment begins to settle in where panic once sat.
“i’m so sorr–”
“are you okay?”
the question cuts you off immediately.
you look up to find him fully turned toward you now, brows knitted tightly with concern as one hand rests carefully against your arm. you never got a proper look at his face until now.
his jaw is sharp but his features are soft, kind. a gentle flush from the cold night. his eyes are frantic as he scans your body for any sign of injury.
“yeah, i am,” you nod. “thank you so much, really. he was following me for ages.”
“no, its no worries at all.” he shakes his head, words coated with sincerity, “i’m just glad you’re safe.”
you swallow hard, adrenaline still buzzing painfully beneath your skin.
he hesitates before speaking again.
“i was actually about to head to my car,” he says carefully. “do you… want me to drive you home?”
“oh, no, i couldn’t ask you to do that.”
“please.” the word leaves him almost too quickly. “i’d feel better knowing you got home safe.”
you study him for a moment.
despite the nerves still visible in his posture, there’s something undeniably honest about him. something safe.
“…are you sure?”
“absolutely,” he says, confident. “i only parked a short walk away.”
you finally nod, a relieved smile spreading across his face.
“okay,” your voice comes out quieter this time. you realize you never got his name. “thank you…”
“jay,” he completes. “my name’s jay.”
you repeat it softly, testing the name on your tongue.
“thank you, jay.” you utter, and saying his name is the safest you’ve felt all night.
Enhypen is getting into so many controversies this year. This group can never catch a break. Don’t get me wrong, I think they should be held accountable, but the amount of hate I’ve seen is crazy. I want them to give an official apology/statement but it may not happen unless we directly tell the members (on weverse or another platform) that who they are supporting are not good people. Please do not spread hate during this time. Usually, I keep my opinions to myself but not many people are speaking up about this and many don’t even know what happened.
I’m not a Reddit user but I came across a whole community solely to hate on the members (they say no harassment is allowed and it’s all satire but it’s literally just an excuse to hate??) there was a post with disgusting assumptions about the enhypen members 😭 we do NOT know these men personally and should not be assuming anything about their personalities. So many comments were saying ni-ki smokes, jay pisses them off, jake is only popular for his wealth. It’s clear these comments are jealous of enhypen and their success, but it’s just wrong.
also genuinely wtf is this 😭 I can’t take shit like this seriously, these people must be very underage
Dear Buttercup,
Ever since I met you,
I've had three suns in my heart.
They shine so brightly that whenever I see you,
they make me melt until the slightest thought is reduced to droplets!
Those suns are only three little words,
but they're burning my lips.
Please soothe me, Buttercup,
and tell me that you love me as much as I love you.
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