#jaehyun scenarios

{More Than Friends Sequel}

Chairman!Jaehyun AU x CEO!Reader AU

Summary: You find yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with the former CEO after overcoming your fear of love. Although there were rough patches, both of you are now stronger than ever. However, you realize that maintaining a relationship and a company at the same time can be very difficult, especially if someone is out to destroy the both of you.

Masterlist

{Previous/Next}

“Bet. He’s going to beat Jaehyun up again.”

Mark rolled his eyes at Ten who spoke with certainty in the backseat of Winwin’s car as they waited for Xiaojun’s arrival at the parking lot of the airport. He turned next to him and countered, “Please. You knew him for longer than I did and you still think he’s just a violent lunatic?”

There was a pause, Ten stared at him blankly and then replied, “Yeah.”

Mark chuckled in disbelief and the two continued to argue as they placed bets on Xiaojun’s behavior upon his arrival. Behind the wheel, Winwin tried his best to ignore the two manchildren and shut his eyes for some rest before he had to start the long drive back. That was until Ten violently tapped his shoulders and begged him to take a stance. He let out a frustrated huff and turned behind his seat, “Can the both of you stop betting on every little thing already?” He continued, this time in a slightly less irritated tone, “And Mark’s right.” Ten looked back at him in a betrayed expression before Winwin clarified, “As psychotic as he may seem, he doesn’t always do things without his reasons.”

Ten’s sarcastic laughter broke out in the back seat and Winwin rolled his eyes. “Remember Jack? We can’t shame Xiaojun for being the protective brother he is when we preached him for protecting y/n from people like that douche.”

Mark and Ten nodded in unison as they came to realization and Winwin continued to justify, “It’s true that we know Jaehyun is a good man who will never hurt y/n like that but then again, Xiaojun wasn’t around here to see how Jaehyun cared for her or how he always placed his friends’ needs over his.” 

A moving shadow in Ten’s peripheral vision caught his attention as his eyes widen. He turned back to his two friends and whisper-shouted, “Oh my god, everybody shut up. Speaking of the devil, he’s here.”

He tried his best to act casual as the figure moved closer to their car with a heavy luggage cart. Mark and Winwin shook their heads at Ten who acted anything but normal, sprawled across the backseat as if he was asleep. The two left their odd friend to play pretend as they casually greeted Xiaojun and helped load his large luggage into the trunk. 

Mark grunted as he tried his best to pick up the last suitcase and forcefully shoved it into the small, empty space left in the formerly spacious trunk. “Shit man, since when did you have this much stuff with you? Don’t you usually just carry a backpack and a guitar case?”

Xiaojun chuckled at the struggling man as Winwin slung an arm around Xiaojun’s shoulders and walked him to the passenger seat. When everyone settled back into the car, he let out a relieved sigh. “It’s nice to see everyone in one place.” He turned to Ten and raised his eyebrow, “Since when did you want to come back to Korea? I thought you hated it here.”

Ten suddenly jolted out of his sleeping position, as if the three men didn’t already know he was faking a nap, and responded immediately in a victimized tone. “Since your little sis needed help. I mean I do hate it here and LA is so much better,” he emphasized the last words as he continued with his hands dramatically placed on his heart, “But who am I to ignore a friend in help when I know I’m more than capable of laying success wherever I go?”

Xiaojun rolled his eyes and then proceeded to talk to Winwin as he started the car. “So Winwin why’d you come back to Korea?”

Mark’s laughter shook the moving vehicle as Ten dramatically complained about being ignored and Winwin replied amusingly, “Well I’m not as self-centered as the boy in the backseat, but I did come here to help y/n as well. The company was short on models and any employees for that matter, so we, along with Soojin, took the earliest flight back to the place that kickstarted our career.”

The car stopped at a red light and he turned to Xiaojun with sincere eyes, “After all, without y/n, the three of us would have never made it big in the SoCal modeling industry.” 

Xiaojun shared a knowing smile, “Baby sis did always have a gift at capturing and marketing models. Even back when she was just a freelance photographer.”

Before Mark and Ten could throw a warning glare at Winwin, he proceeded to ask Xiaojun with a hesitant caution, “You know bro, Jaehyun’s company really helped y/n flourish. Not only as a photographer, but an entrepreneur.”

Xiaojun gave an indifferent expression and Winwin continued to speak with his eyes on the road as the light turned green, “Y/n told me how the SM internship gave her an eye-opening experience into the photography world and even right now, as a CEO of a fashion and modeling company. There were some bumps in the road, but she never once regret meeting Jaehyun and finding such a great opportunity for her future.”

Xiaojun didn’t respond to his praises of her efforts. Instead, he quickly changed the subject as he scanned the roads in front of him. “Let’s stop by y/n’s place first. I ought to tell her I’m here.”

Winwin silently obeyed as they continued down the road with a “calm before the storm” tension that filled the car. He pulled up to the street of luxurious penthouses and parked at a vacant spot in the underground parking lot. The moment his car’s engine died down, Xiaojun quickly got off the passenger seat and into the elevator lobby. The two men followed behind cautiously while Mark subtly sneaked in a text to y/n to give a heads up that the big, bad wolf would be coming up.

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“I’m moving in with you two.”

You, Mark, and Winwin stared in shock at Xiaojun’s sudden notice. Ten chocked on his glass of water in the kitchen while Jaehyun sat beside you on the couch with an unreadable expression. He sat with his hands intertwined underneath his chin to prop it up as if he was planning the move in already. You tilted your face towards him and slightly nudged his arm. “You’re not really thinking about letting my brother stay here are you?” You whispered at your boyfriend through gritted teeth.

Jaehyun calmly replied to Xiaojun with a serious tone, “I’ll be more than happen to let you stay here.” He then turned towards you and asked, “You’re fine with that right baby?” You stared at your boyfriend dumbfounded and gave up. “I mean, even if I say no,” you turned to your brother with an annoyed expression, “it doesn’t seem like he will listen to me.”

Xiaojun stared back at you with a smirk and clapped his hands together, “Great! I’m heading down to bring my luggage.” Ten, Mark, and Winwin all got up, ready to help him before he stopped them with a smile. “You boys already drove me all the way here. Just relax. I’ll take Jaehyun with me.”

You rolled your eyes at your brother who acted as if everyone was at his beck and call. To your surprise, Jaehyun did not hesitate to get up immediately. He gave you a reassuring smile and headed out the door with Xiaojun.

You sighed, exhausted, as the three boys plopped beside you on the large couch. You zoned out as they bickered about the odd happenings of the past hour and started making weird bets.

~~~

“Any more suitcases?”

Xiaojun shook his head and slammed the trunk closed. He narrowed his eyes at Jaehyun as he swung the guitar case over his shoulders. Xiaojun immediately grabbed the case from him and warned, “Be careful. This instrument shouldn’t be flung carelessly like that.”

Jaehyun apologized immediately, “Sorry, I’ve actually never moved luggage before. But there was that one time I helped y/n carry her photography equipment.” He shook his head and chuckled at the memory, “But she scolded me even harsher than you for not being careful with the cameras.”

Xiaojun unconsciously laughed at the image, “That sounds like my baby sis alright.”

He then quickly wiped the smile off his face and replaced it with a serious expression. He stepped closer to Jaehyun with a dark expression, “Jaehyun. Listen very carefully to what I’m about to say.” Jaehyun nodded out of instinct as his body stiffened unconsciously. “You are one very lucky man to have all of y/n’s heart. And even after all the shit you have caused, I’m willing to go easy on you since you’ve took time to fly me back here and let me move in.” Xiaojun raised his pointer finger at Jaehyun and harshly reminded him, “But you’ve broken the only promise I require of you and you better show me you can amend it.”

As if it was even possible, Jaehyun stiffened his posture even more and quickly accepted his commands. Xiaojun fixed the guitar case behind his back and proceed to walk forward to the lobby. Once they got on the elevator, he informed Jaehyun in a firm tone, “From this moment onward, I better see how much you are willing to sacrifice for my sister.”

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Pairing: Reader X Jaehyun

Words: 2300+

Genre:Smut

Warnings: Sexual / mature content and language, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

Request:“Hi could you do Jaehyun smut ? He fingering you under the blanket when the members are around. Thank You xoxo”

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“We’ll be waiting for you,” is all your boyfriend Jaehyun could say before his warm hand is sliding itself off your waist as he leaves the kitchen. Your skin still warm from where his fingers once touched you. You knew his intentions, you could see right through every word his perfect lips dropped to you. He was being overly touchy today and it could only really mean one thing.

I mean you couldn’t really blame him, you are about as bothered right now as he is. It had been a few weeks since you two had had a moment alone together, and the time apart can really way down on a person. It’s just that, for the amount of time you’d been away from Jaehyun, you had also been away from the rest of the boys. You missed all of them, almost as much as your dear boyfriend.

You think back to Jae’s not so subtle words and chuckle to yourself. Any one else would have taken his ‘we’ll be waiting’, innocently, but not you. He seemed to have no shame here tonight in the middle of Johnny’s kitchen, and as much as you would love to take his extended hand and let him lead you to the car, you had other plans. It was one of your monthly movie nights with the boys and you wouldn’t miss one for the world. You and Jae could spend as much time as you wanted to back at your house, but it’s pretty hard to get all of the boys together for a night. You weren’t going to leave this house for a while, no matter how much Jaehyun wanted you to.

Your grip tightens around the bowl of popcorn you are holding as you make your way into the living room. The buttery smell of the freshly popped snack comes wafting up to your nose and causes a smile to find its way to your lips. The subtleness of the aroma causing happy memories to resurface in your brain. Countless nights of snuggling up with Jaehyun and the rest of NCT in their dorm as some random movie plays on the screen, comes into mind. The happy memories seem like they would last forever. Like you thought earlier, you are no stranger to the insane schedule the boys are subjected to, so when you can see them all take a deep breath and relax, even if it’s only for a few hours, it is nice. It makes you feel almost as good as you know it makes them feel.

You walk over to what seems to be the only empty seat in the entire room and make yourself comfortable. You turn your head to Jaehyun and notice that he already has his own bowl of popcorn resting on his lap. Mark seems to notice this too as he looks over at the bowl resting in your hands and his face breaks into a smile. His eyes flash up to yours and then back at the bowl, silently begging for you to give it to him, and no one else. You smile at his expression and slowly reach over to hand him the popcorn. His eyes widen and he nods a small thank you to you.

You look back over at Jaehyun and realize he is already looking back at you. You study his sharp features before scooting over to plant a soft kiss to his cheek. He gives you a small smirk before turning his attention to the tv screen. The expression he gave you sticking deep into your mind. It looked devious, almost as if something was being cooked up in his brain. Should you be worried?

The title screen of The Justice League movie begins to flash on the tv causing a few groans to be heard from the boys.

“Who picked this one?” Doyoung questions with his eyebrows knitted and an apparent pout on his lips.

“Yeah we just watched this,” Yuta adds crossing his arms.

“I don’t see you coming up with any better options, besides this movie is amazing. It deserves to be appreciated more than just once,” Lucas pipes up.

Doyoung scoffs before throwing a piece of popcorn at him. The two begin to laugh as Lucas picks up the small kernel and pops it into his mouth with a giant grin plastered on his lips.

“Mm, thanks Doe,” Lucas cooes, smiling to himself.

Everyone remains silent as Johnny presses play on the movie and the title screen slowly slips away.

The movie starts up and you and the rest of the boys fall silent. A few words are spoken here and there, small comments about the film, but it seems that everyone is pretty engrossed in the movie.

Everyoneexcept for your needy boyfriend.

You two were secluded to your own loveseat that quite frankly was a little too small for comfort. A few inches smaller and you would be sitting on top of Jaehyun. You normally wouldn’t be complaining, but every single movement Jae made would break your concentration from the movie, and there seemed to be way more interruptions than there should be. Every time he moved you would look over at him to find that he was already looking at you. That same devilish smirk on his lips that was there before the movie had started. You would choose to ignore him, but it seems that he was going to keep up his act until he received the attention he so thought he deserved.

The movie continues on and you think that Jae has given up. You find yourself to be quite wrong when you feel his hand shift under the blanket before resting itself upon your thigh. You choose not to look over at him this time, which was the wrong move. Upon no reaction from you, Jae takes it upon himself to slide his warm fingers up to the hem of the skirt you regret wearing. He plays with the fabric before continuing his hand into the front of your panties. Finally realizing his intentions you shoot him a warning look.

“Come on princess, it will be quick,” he whispers into your ear. The vibrations causing the hairs on the back of your neck to raise.

“The others are here Jae, what if someone sees?” you question shakily. The proximity of his lips and the position of his hand cause you to become hyper aware of your surroundings. You try to shift yourself a little bit away from him, but you realize that there is no where for you to go.

Jae runs one of his fingers up your clothed heat causing a shudder to run through your body. He hums at your response.

“See I know you want this, no one will know unless you let them. Just keep quiet princess.”

You let your eyes scan over all of the boys around you, noticing that not a single one has picked their heads up to look at you. You let out a soft breath, realizing quickly that there was no winning this fight. As much as you hate to admit it, now that the idea has been planted into your head, there is no turning back. You do want it, and you want it now.

With a huff you nod your head softly to Jaehyun. You just know there is a huge dimpled smile now plastered on his face.

He takes his long digit and uses it to push your panties to the side. His finger starts to run up your slit and you crush your lips together to hide any unwanted noises.

You can’t believe this is actually happening.

Jaehyun’s finger does another delicious swipe before he starts to slowly insert it into you. The pleasure causing you to reach out and squeeze the top of his thigh. You can feel him soak himself into you until his knuckle reaches your opening. Any other time you would let yourself bask in this thought, but right now, the only thing on your mind is keeping quiet.

You do another sweep around the room with your eyes, finding that no one has yet turned to look at you and Jaehyun. Jaehyun feels you relax a little bit after this and uses the time to slide in a second finger. You squeeze your lower half tightly causing Jae to let out a quick breath.

“Shit baby,” his voice comes out as barely a whisper.

Your nails sink into him, definitely leaving marks on the skin of his thighs. He doesn’t seem to mind though because he reaches his face down to press a quick kiss on your neck. His fingers still pulling in and out of you wonderfully.

He starts to quicken the movement of his digits in you and your breath starts to come out of your nose sporadically. You are trying your best to not make any sound, but your energy is slowly draining.

You focus your eyes on the tv screen and try to make it seem like you are caught up in the movie. However, you just know that if any of the boys were to glance at you, the constipated look on your face would clearly indicate a red flag.

The movie turns to the fighting scene where Superman has just been resurrected from the dead and you silently thank anyone up above at this timing. You can’t help the way your breath is coming out in harsh pants now as Jaehyun quickens his pace, and the volume coming from the speakers seems to be drowning out your noises. You can feel yourself coming closer and closer to the edge, as the knot of ecstasy starts to wind itself deep in the pit of your stomach. You can just tell you are almost there when Jaehyun slows his fingers completely and lets them rest inside of you. You turn to him angrily and he just keeps his eyes on the tv with a smirk plastered on his face. Your heat starts to tighten as you sit there falling farther and farther away from your climax. You can tell what Jaehyun is doing and you can’t say you are quite happy with it. The longer this goes on the more likely you are to get caught.

You can feel every inch of Jaehyun’s smooth fingers as they rest inside you. You let out a huff, your skin feeling like it is on fire as your eyes lazily fall onto the other couch across the room. You don’t notice the pair of eyes that are looking at you until Jaehyun starts to move his fingers again. Yuta is staring at you with such intensity that you can’t help it when your eyes grow twice in size. Jaehyun’s fingers quickly return to the pace they once were at and there is no way for you to inform him of the audience you have acquired. Any loosening of your lips and a sea of moans would come flooding out afterwards. You can only just hope that Yuta hasn’t realized anything yet.

You quickly turn your gaze to the tv, trying your best to relax your face, and hide any sort of inclination on what is currently being done to you. You wait a second before looking at Yuta out of the corner of your eye. His gaze is going between you and Jaehyun as his eyes double in size. 

He knows, there is no possible way, he doesn’t know.

You can feel your orgasm coming quickly again, and you bury your face into Jaehyun’s shoulder. Just as the wave of pleasure rushes over you, you choose to open your mouth and bite down into Jaehyun’s shoulder. You feel him tense up and a short gasp falls from him mouth at the feeling of your mouth. You are quite pleased with yourself at how little noise falls from your lips as Jaehyun lets you ride out the high. Once you are finished and oversensitive, Jaehyun slides his fingers out and you are able to relax again.

Your mind doesn’t let you rest though because for a few seconds after your orgasm, you had forgotten about Yuta, but now everything comes flooding back to you. Your cheeks become a deep shade of red as you glance over at him. He has his own gaze on the tv, his lower lip drawn up in between his teeth as a deep blush creeps itself up his chest and onto his own cheeks. He doesn’t dare look over at you, but his whole appearance and the way his chest rises and falls so harshly, you know that he is aware of your gaze.

You feel Jaehyun pull his hand from under the blanket before bringing it up to his mouth. He places his two fingers past his lips and starts to suck you off himself. Your eyes grow big as an involuntary gasp comes out of you.

He can’t be serious. Is he really doing that right now.

Your gasp must have come out louder than you had thought as you hear a chuckle come from one of the other boys.

“What a man can’t lick the popcorn seasoning off his fingers Y/N?” Jaehyun questions to you innocently. The look in his eye however, is nothing of the sort.

“It’s the best part,” you hear Johnny speak up with a chuckle. You feel yourself want to be swallowed up into a deep hole now.

“It truly is,” Jaehyun lets out harshly, after finally releasing his fingers from his mouth.

You can’t help but look at Yuta who is staring at Jaehyun. The expression on his face is unreadable as his eyebrows are knitted tightly together, but his eyes seem scared. He looks over at you and quickly averts his attention once he realizes you are looking at him. You watch him look around awkwardly before clearing his throat and getting up from his seat. Without a word he quickly exits the room and you hear the bathroom door close loudly a second later.

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A/N:All sexual content in this and any other of my scenarios, are consented to.

— YOU GOT ME SICK!

pairing: jeong jaehyun x reader

genre: fluff | wc: 0.4k | disclaimers: none

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you wake up to a sore throat, and stuffy nose. while you attempt to get out of bed, you feel your head pound. with a groan, you rush to your kitchen to grab a thermometer from your drawer. you place it in your mouth, crossing your arms knowing well who has gotten you in this current position. interrupting your thoughts, you hear a beep from the thermometer. whispering to yourself soft prayers for a mild flu while you take it out of the side of your mouth to see your temperature. 

101° .. oh he’s so dead. 

as if the gods heard your mindless curses to the suspected cause of your flu, you hear a loud knock, and an equally loud sneeze to follow it. you drag your feet towards the front door, wishing you could simply turn a blind eye from the door. but, it was such an obnoxiously loud knock, you weren’t able to ignore it even if you wanted to. just as you open the door, you’re met with your boyfriend, jaehyun. he’s covered in a big blanket and a red nose. before you can say anything, he grumbles at you.

“you got me sick!” he turns away for a mere second to cough into his arm.

you scoff at his accusation. “me? i didn’t get you sick, you got ME sick! you’re the one who was coughing way before i even came over yesterday!” you cross your arms, looking up at him with a piercing gaze.

jaehyun rolls his eyes at you, softly pushing you to the side, making his way into your apartment. as he takes out the bag he was holding covered by his blanket,  he places it down on your kitchen counter, sitting down on one of the barstools. your eyes soften as you watch him open the plastic bag. it was two cups of warm soup and packs of medicine tablets for both of you to take. 

you walk over to your boyfriend, smiling at him as you give him a light peck on the cheek. “thank you love, … but you’re the one who got me sick!” he quickly turns his head in your direction, sending you a glare after he notices the teasing glint in your eyes.

“oh shut up! take your soup now or else i’m sneezing on it!”

a/n: sorry if i’ve been a bit more inactive than usual!! psssst writing block >__< but, thank you for liking my works :] i hope u are having a good night/day xoxo

© jjaehyuk, 2021. all rights reserved.

— THE CITY!

pairing: jeong jaehyun x reader 

genre: fluff | wc: 0.9k | disclaimers: none

“y/n! y/n!” you open your eyes to see your boyfriend’s excited face looking down at you, lightly shaking you awake. your eyes wander over to the window, seeing pitch black. yet, as you trail back to jaehyun, he’s changed out of his pajamas — actually in a plain white tee and jeans. you look at his free hand, seeing his keys held loosely in between his fingers. 

“ah, you’re finally awake! get up and get changed! let’s go to san francisco!” he smiles at you excitedly. rubbing your thigh lightly, in hopes to persuade you to get up faster.

“san francisco? but, isn’t it..” you extend your arm to grab your phone, squinting at the bright light as you read “1:42am” you look back up at your boyfriend, with confusion written all over your face. “.. almost 2am?” 

he smiles sheepishly at you, softly swaying himself back and forth. 

“well, yes.. but wouldn’t it be so fun? a late night drive, listening to music in the car, walking around the streets, taking pictures of the moon? if you’re hungry, we’ll just stop by a convenience store! baby, pleeeaseee? we can watch the sunrise at 6am!”

you sighed, he always knew how to convince you — even when your bed was screaming at you to come back. you look at him for a mere second, then nodding as you lazily get up.

“..fine. only because that sounds really fun. you’re lucky i took a nap earlier.. but you’re paying for the food!” you give him a light smile, as you walk into your closet. yet not missing his quiet cheers to himself.

he sends you a crooked smile, grabbing your hand as you make your way out of your shared apartment, with small giggles from you both. ready for a night filled with new memories to look back on.

you’re in the car, listening to the songs you both put into your shared late night playlist. moments like these, you were so grateful to have your spontaneous boyfriend by your side. to always help push you to experience life outside of the normal 9-5. 

you’re in the car, listening to the songs you both put into your shared late night playlist. moments like these, you were so grateful to have your spontaneous boyfriend by your side. to always help push you to experience life outside of the normal 9-5. 

you’re looking out from your window, taking in the bright sparkles in the sky. your aimless thoughts were interrupted as jaehyun lays his hand on your thigh, lightly squeezing it to capture your attention. you turn to the side as jaehyun’s smile grows, his peripherals catching you turn to him.

“our song is on.” that’s all he can say, before you dart your eyes to your phone, noticing a cherished song starting to engulf your ears.

you look back up to see him humming to the song, tapping the side of the steering wheel, lightly head bopping to the music.

he’s so perfect.

nreaching san francisco, you hear jaehyun let out a satisfied sigh. you watch as he parks onto the curbside, getting out of the car to go over to the passenger’s side. you turn over, hearing your door unlock. he extends his hand out, allowing you to gratefully take it. jaehyun locks the door as he brings you onto the sidewalk. you’re both looking around, hand in hand, eyes trailing from the street lights to the sounds of crickets. 

“i’m so glad you woke me up to go here today, thank you.” you softly swing your intertwined hands as you continue walking. 

jaehyun rubs your thumb in between his fingers comfortingly.“of course, hon. making memories with you is everything to me, really.” 

you were about to respond, yet jaehyun drags you onto a bench. looking into his backpack, fishing out his polaroid camera.

“sit! i want to take a polaroid of you.” jaehyun gives you a wink, as he steps back to take your picture.

you giggle lightly, knowing he brings his polaroid everywhere he goes. jaehyun loves photography, and you were his greatest muse. he has a photobook of all of his photos of you, but he keeps it a secret from you until he completes the book.

you pose for the camera while he takes pictures at different angles. jaehyun removes the polaroid from the slot, shaking the photo around to make it dry faster. he looks down at the polaroid, seeing your endearing smile, he almost wants to coo at the photo. but, he holds back. jaehyun puts the photo in his pocket, saving it for later.

the sun was going to rise in a few minutes. jaehyun drives you both to the painted ladies. you’re both sat on the lawn in front of the classic houses. making a small picnic with the snacks you got on the way there from the convenience store. you don’t notice jaehyun as you’re admiring the night sky before the sun rises. but, he’s taking candid photos of your side profile. smiling to himself as he watches your eyes sparkle at the scenery.

you turn to the side to see jaehyun searching for something in his bag, watching him silently, waiting for him to find whatever he needed.

he takes out today’s polaroids, and a marker. jaehyun glances at you, with a light smile. looking back down at the pictures. he starts writing on the white part of the polaroid.

my everything. <3

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— BOOKWORM!

pairing: jeong jaehyun x reader 

genre: fluff | wc: 0.3k | disclaimers: none

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jaehyun strides the streets of seoul. he watches as the autumn leaves fall with the gentle breeze surrounding him. before he knew it, he stares at the library’s window in front of him. he finds himself examining the book display. jaehyun’s eyes lit up as he noticed the book you’ve been wanting for days. for the past week, he’s heard you talk to your friends frequently about this certain book. jaehyun knew you had a big passion for reading - he always found you nestled up in your nook, smiling to yourself as you read quietly.

when you first met jaehyun, he teased you constantly about being a bookworm. it was never ill-intended, more of an inside joke between you both. jaehyun slowly fell in love with the way your eyes sparkled in a library. day by day, he’d buy you books and leave it on your desk right before class started. your first date was in the library, the quiet atmosphere gave jaehyun easy access to absorb your beauty in your favorite place; maybe even your second home.

you hear your shared apartment’s door twist, you look up to see jaehyun with a bag filled with books. you could hardly contain your happiness, as you jumped up from your seat, running over to him. jaehyun watched your excited expression, his heart throbbed with happiness. he cherished you with everything he had, you were his heaven on earth. jaehyun couldn’t help but buy you anything that reminded him of you, as long as it made you happy.

as you opened the bag, your eyes widened at the sight. jaehyun bought you the book you’ve been dying for, added along with some books he thinks you’d love. as you read the introductions, you feel hands wrap around your waist. you feel jaehyun lay his chin on top of your head, looking down at the book and reading along with you.

“do you like it? i hope you do, i browsed around and picked the ones i think you’d like.” you feel him grinning, causing you to smile yourself. “these are perfect! thank you love, genuinely.” you felt so lucky to have such an amazing person in your life.

“anything for you.”

yeah, jaehyun was head over heels for you.

a/n: hi! thank u for all of ur notes & reblogs, i appreciate it sm!! also, feedback + tips are always welcome! don’t be afraid to reach out :D

© jjaehyuk, 2021. all rights reserved.

— AWESTRUCK!

pairing: jeong jaehyun x reader 

genre: fluff | wc: 0.15k | disclaimers: none

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jaehyun looks up to see you in all of your glory. not too much makeup, but enough to accentuate everything about your appearance just right. jaehyun watched you in awe, no words came out of his mouth. he couldn’t believe that he was even close to lucky enough to have you here with him, walking away from this as a cemented team with a future ahead of you together.

you reach over to his jaw , grazing his jaw with a feathery touch. you stop your hand on his chin, slowly shutting his mouth closed.

“hey hyung, snap out of it!” you hear haechan exclaim with a cheeky smile.

you hear light chuckles from your families and friends around you, causing you to chuckle to yourself.

jaehyun clears his throat, ears slowly turning red as he realizes his jaw dropped over seeing his beautiful fiancée.. in front of everyone he knows.. lee donghyuck, you’re dead meat.

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—  NEIGHBORS!

pairing: jeong jaehyun x reader 

genre: fluff | wc: 0.14k | disclaimers: none

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“jeong, leave me alone!” you sigh in frustration, the neighbor won’t stop throwing his basketball over your fence while you’re outside with your dog.

“not until you give me a chance, y/l/n! you know i’m never a quitter!” you can basically hear his smirk in his tone of voice. you always had pushed your feelings for jaehyun aside, it felt as if you guys were polar opposites. so why even take the chance?

“y/n? y/n darlingggg?”

you snap out of your thoughts as your eyes trail over to the fence.

“w-what do you want, jeong?”

you hear his quiet giggles, “i told you already, y/n-ie. i want you!” you can’t help but break into a slight smile, looking down at your hands as you fidget with them. you’re so blessed he can’t see your flustered state.. that would be one hell of a teasing.

© jjaehyuk, 2021. all rights reserved.

renmnin:

[16:09]

taking on the busy streets of paris with jaehyun.

JAEHYUN LOOKS GOOD, EVEN IN B&W.

hq pictures

low quality jaehyun pics i took while watching the nct 2020 online concert.

200607 JAEHYUN ON INKIGAYO

Request: Could you do an NCT reaction (any subunit) to their s/o being scared of the dark and panicky at night? Thanks loves!

Taeyong:
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m here.” – an actual angel and will take care of you, making sure you don’t feel uncomfortable.

Doyoung:
“Is there anything I can do to ease you, baby?” – Cuddles? Hot Chocolate? Night Lights? Don’t worry! This little sweetheart has it all sorted.

Taeil:
“Don’t worry, beautiful - I’ve got it all under control.” - Taeil will probably hunt fairy lights from somewhere, if he cant find any he’s going to take a trip to the store and make sure to find you some. He doesn’t want you scared of the dark.

Mark:
“Lets get you a flash light… and some cuddles - to keep you safe.” He wouldn’t really know much on what to do so he’s going to ask his hyungs what would be the best option in this situation, bad idea. So he just resorts to warm milk, dimmed lights and cuddling you until you fall asleep.

Ten:
“I’m not scared of the dark, you are. – wait. we both are…” Yeah you’re pretty much doomed here, this little bundle of love is scared of pretty much anything so you’ll probably be comforting him more than he’s comforting you.

Jaehyun:
“Do you want any snacks? how about a flashlight? you want to build a pillow fort and put some lights in there?” – Jaehyun is high-key concerned about this, so he’ll do anything to keep you feeling comfortable. What a keeper.

SYNOPSIS. while you admittedly didn’t refuse the arranged marriage between you and jung jaehyun, that didn’t mean that you’d allow him to treat you like a doormat. for the emotional distress he had put you through during the months leading up to your engagement party, you ensure that he will pay for the way he had been treating you for the rest of his life. 

PAIRING. rich boy!jaehyun x rich girl!reader
GENRES. angst, drama, rich kid!au
CHAPTER WORD COUNT.1452 

WARNINGS.none. 

TAGLIST. @crescent-iak​ @ahtisa02​@ghostfacefricker6969​

[a/n]: lowkey surprised by the number of people actually interested in reading a series that contain no romance fksjfksjfksjf i guess everyone got a petty side to them too haha. send me an ask if you want to be part of the taglist and enjoy this chapter! 

← REASON #2 ||MASTERLIST||REASON #4 → 

REASON #3

You supposed this was Jaehyun’s way of getting back at you for what you pulled with his parents. 

But out of all days he could do this to you, he decided to do it on a day your families had asked you two to spend time together so that the paparazzi could take pictures, who happened to have lunch at the very restaurant on the 30th floor of the hotel you were currently residing in.

You tried not to roll your eyes at the way Jaehyun was smirking at you, almost as if he was proud of his little plan. Sure, that was annoying of him. Not to mention he found a little loophole in your prenup—there was nothing that said that the cheating scandals should only be avoided before the marriage.

You took a sip from your cup of tea as you subtly glanced over at Chaeyoung and the numerous paper bags that laid next to her, all of them from high-end luxury stores. You then looked at the said girl. You didn’t hate her, but rather pitied her instead. Here she was, being with a guy who was never going to be legally single because of your plans of making him suffer.

You didn’t know whether you admired her or found her foolish. You avoided all interactions with her as you actually felt awkward towards her. As if having lunch wasn’t awkward enough, Chaeyoung was having lunch with the woman who was marrying her boyfriend and that happened to be you.

“Lunch is on you, right?” Jaehyun said with a raised brow. “Since you’re the one who invited us out.”

You snorted into your cup. “Your mother was the one who forced us into doing this, actually. I wouldn’t mind paying for now, but should I bill it to your place after? Your mother wouldn’t want to know that her son forced a lady to pay for lunch, wouldn’t you? Especially not when that lady is her future daughter-in-law.”

“You’re despicable.”

You scoffed. “That’s rich, coming from you.”

“I can pay for myself.”

Both of your heads turned to Chaeyoung who spoke up for perhaps the first time during this whole lunch. Then again, all three of you barely interacted. You nodded once and waved the waiter over. The waiter brought over each of your checks. Jaehyun handed over his black card without even taking a glance at how much he had to pay, but you noticed that Chaeyoung’s eyes shifted in panic.

“Just charge everything to my room,” you said to the waiter before getting up from your seated and headed over to the elevator. Your phone vibrated with an incoming message from Yuta saying that he will arrive in the next five minutes or so.

“I didn’t ask you to pay for us,” Jaehyun angrily told you as he followed you to the elevator, Chaeyoung close behind. “We could have easily paid for ourselves—are you looking down on me now that I’ve signed your stupid prenup? You think that my family is desperate for more money?”

God, could Yuta come any faster?

“Jesus Christ, you wanted me to pay and now you’re complaining about the fact that I paid for everyone?” You rolled your eyes and entered the elevator before pressing the button for the main lobby. “Pick a damn struggle already.”

You couldn’t believe you took the time out of your busy schedule to entertain him. You enjoyed these small breaks in your schedule as you usually spent most of your days inside an operation room, but now you were slowly starting to regret asking for a day off.

You immediately stormed off to the exit, hoping that Yuta kept his word and that he was already waiting for you in front of the hotel. But of course by the time you got out, Yuta nor his car were nowhere in sight. 

Some friend he was.

“I hope I won’t get to see you again for the rest of the week,” Jaehyun said to you. “Seeing you once a week is more than enough.” 

You flipped him off without even sparing him a glance as he walked away to get his car. You weren’t sure if it was because he wanted to avoid you or he truly didn’t ask for valet parking, but regardless, you were grateful that you didn’t have to spend any more of your time with him. Truthfully, you had no idea how you even came to like Jaehyun, considering how nasty his personality was.

“You know, Jaehyun’s actually a very nice person,” Chaeyoung said from your side as you two waited for your respective rides on the hotel’s curbside. “But it seems like you bring out the worst in him.”

You raised a brow at the slight condescending tone behind her voice, but kept your eyes firmly on your phone as you didn’t want to give away your true reaction. While you didn’t appreciate her tone, you kept reminding yourself that it wasn’t Chaeyoung’s fault that she was in this position.

“Yes…” you replied coolly. “It seems that he brings the worst in me, too.”

A pregnant silence ensued before it was broken by Chaeyoung.

“You know, I could have paid for my lunch myself.”

Your brows furrowed. “I don’t think I’ve ever questioned your ability to pay for your lunch.”

“And whatever you pulled last time, at my workplace,” she continued, ignoring your words. “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

Your patience was wearing thin. While, admittedly, the way you treated her was certainly not befitting of you, you also couldn’t stand the way she spoke to you, as if she was better than you. Here, you were feeling just an ounce of pity for that girl—you were even considering, perhaps, befriending her. But her holier-than-thou attitude she was sporting was getting on your last nerve.

“Well, the tone you’re using right now to speak to me isn’t very nice either,” you replied snarkily. “So, I guess we’re even.”

“No, we’re not.”

Oh? This was slowly getting interesting. But you still mentally begged for Yuta to arrive faster.

“We’re not the same,” Chaeyoung added.

You huffed through your nose. “Of course we’re not.”

“I’ve worked my way up and wasn’t born with a diamond spoon in my mouth like you.”

While you agreed that you were certainly born with a privilege, you didn’t like that she insinuated the fact that you didn’t work hard for your job and position. 

How many times in a row had she insulted you now? 

Since you’d lost count, you thought to yourself that you held yourself back enough for her sake.

“It’s pathetic of you to lock Jaehyun down like that with an arranged marriage,” Chaeyoung continued. “You- you could have any man you want, so why choose someone who is already taken?” 

You crossed your arms as you ponder her question. You didn’t understand why she was so intent on painting you as the villain of the story. The only possible and logical explanation was that Jaehyun must have not given her all the story’s details. You refrained yourself from laughing out loud at the realization—what else was Jaehyun hiding from his girlfriend? 

Right on time, Yuta’s shiny black Aston Martin Victor came in sight and you evidently sighed in relief, glad to be rid of this situation. 

“I believe you just answered your own question,” you replied to her with a small smirk just as Jaehyun’s silver McLaren Speedtail arrived right behind Yuta. “Why, exactly, do I want to marry Jaehyun when I can have any man I want, as you said? But, I think you should ask yourself, why Jaehyun would even want to marry another woman when he has a girlfriend?”

“T-that’s because youlike him!” she exploded. “Youforced him into agreeing to the arranged marriage.” 

You tsk-ed and shook your head, before opening the door to Yuta’s passenger seat. “Don’t you know that it takes two to tango?” 

You immediately shut the door, not allowing Chaeyoung to retort. You believed that you let her speak too much, and the whole conversation you just had with her gave you a massive headache. Yuta snorted at how you were rubbing your temples, but chose to ignore the elephant in the room (which was the lunch date you had with Jaehyun and Chaeyoung). 

“So, when are you going to move out from the hotel and move back in again with your family?” he asked, instead. 

“Why?” you mumbled. “You don’t want me in your hotel anymore?” 

“You know that’s not why.” 

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Not anytime soon,” you answered. “I still haven’t punished them enough for this arranged marriage.” 

← REASON #2||MASTERLIST||REASON #4 → 

SYNOPSIS. while you admittedly didn’t refuse the arranged marriage between you and jung jaehyun, that didn’t mean that you’d allow him to treat you like a doormat. for the emotional distress he had put you through during the months leading up to your engagement party, you ensure that he will pay for the way he had been treating you for the rest of his life. 

PAIRING. rich boy!jaehyun x rich girl!reader 
GENRES. angst, drama, rich kid!au 
CHAPTER WORD COUNT.1643 

WARNINGS. mentions of drinking, female!reader on a war path. 

[a/n]: thanks everyone for their interest in my drabble (now titled reason #1)! thanks to that, i decided to make this into a small series comprised of 10 short chapters, hopefully all under 2k words. do note that there will be little to no romance for this series. i’ve always wanted to write a story from the “antagonist” pov, so here’s my first attempt at it! 

← REASON #1||MASTERLIST||REASON #3 → 

REASON #2

The engagement party was a drag and it took a toll on you emotionally. While you barely remembered what exactly went down as you drank more than you could handle, you distinctively remembered that you somehow came out with a goal from that party, and that goal was to make Jaehyun’s life a living hell. 

Despite the engagement, there was still nothing concrete about it. Your family had a verbal agreement with Jaehyun’s, but that wasn’t enough for you to actually proceed with the marriage. So, a few days after the engagement party, you invited him and his family to discuss what your marriage entailed. Your family got the gist that Jaehyun didn’t want to marry you, but they didn’t know the exact reason for it. Luckily for the Jungs, you spared your parents the details and told them that you’d handle it yourself this time, to which they thankfully didn’t object.

Af if God knew of your plans, the restaurant Jaehyun’s parents picked was the one where his girlfriend worked. You didn’t know if that was karma working for or against you. Nonetheless, even if you weren’t the one who picked it, it wouldn’t change Jaehyun’s opinion of you, so who cares?

“Let me tell you how Mr. Jung and I are so ecstatic of your engagement to our son!” Jaehyun’s mother gushed to you as his girlfriend was serving red wine to everyone at the table.

You ignored Jaehyun and his girlfriend the whole time and pretended that they weren’t there. In any case, you didn’t need to look at him to know where he was or how he felt about the situation; the smoke coming out of his ears were enough.

“I’m afraid that this dinner isn’t what you think, Mrs. Jung,” you replied as you motioned your family butler to hand you your briefcase.

“Please, we’re about to become a family, call me–”

You slid a few papers onto the table. “This is the prenup that my family lawyers drew up,” you cut her off and then took a sip of the red wine.

You grimaced at how gross it tasted and motioned Jaehyun’s girlfriend—what was her name again, Chaeyoung?—with a flick of your wrist. “Get me a bottle of Château d’Yquem.”

You didn’t fail to notice the flash of annoyance in her eyes. You relished this moment even more, as sadistic as it sounds.

“A prenup…?” the older lady then said, shocked. “I- I don’t understand.”

The look on the three of their faces were worth the effort. Mr. Jung looked fuming, his wife evidently devastated, and Jaehyun looked like he was going to burn a hole through your skull by the way he was glaring at you.

“Well, you honestly can’t expect me to marry your son when he, well,” you glanced at Chaeyoung subtly as she poured your wine with a frown, “comes with quite a baggage.”

“I can assure you that my son has cut all ties with that girlfriend of his,” Jaehyun’s father gruffly stated.

You almost snorted into your wine glass. How shameless of them to force their son into an arranged marriage with a complete stranger when they knew that he had a girlfriend? And you wondered if they knew whether that that girlfriend of his was the one serving them right now. If that were the case, you had to ponder whether this was a deliberate move on their part or not to bring you to this specific restaurant.

“Oh, and the prenup isn’t the only thing,” you continued. “There are more things for him to agree to.” You gave them a half-smile. “You know, just to protect myself from future liabilities.”

Along with the prenup were a list of conditions that they had to agree to, if they wanted this marriage to move forward. Your demands were pretty ridiculous, but not ridiculous enough that they would straight-up reject them. You weren’t dumb, you knew there was more to this marriage than the two families wanting to join together.

Your mother was a famous socialite while your father’s side of the family owned a couple of private hospitals, known for providing the best healthcare in the country. Jaehyun’s family, on the other hand, was known for being in the pharmaceutical industry. A partnership between the hospital line and a pharmaceutical line would certainly be beneficial, especially for the Jungs.

Not to mention how your family’s net worth was around $1 billion, and Jaehyun’s was worth half of yours—in the $500 million, last you checked. While they certainly had a lot money of their own, it wouldn’t hurt to protect yourself and well, to also hurt Jaehyun’s pride in the process. Two birds, one stone.

It was only too bad Jaehyun was such a dick to you.

“If Jaehyun was caught in a cheating scandal, the settlement our family will have to pay–” his mother scanned the document and screeched. “This is ridiculous! How dare you ask us–”

“Well, of course, the same applies to me,” you reassured her nonchalantly. “If anything, I don’t care if he has mistresses on the side—as long as he doesn’t get caught by the media and drags my reputation to the ground. I’m afraid that’s going to be a little bit hard to get back to. Cheating scandals are fine and all since we can always refute them, but oh, if he gets someone else pregnant,” you tipped your wine glass to them, “thatwill certainlybe a problem.”

A moment of silence as the parents looked at each other, not even considering Jaehyun’s opinion or feelings at all. While the two elders were busy whispering amongst themselves, you smirked at Jaehyun, happy with the development of things.

“Oh, and of course, if Jaehyun signs this agreement,” you said and pulled out another document from your briefcase and slid it over. “Then, here’s the partnership agreement you’ve previously spoke about with my parents. And I can assure you that the terms are much better than the ones you previously set with my parents. My father’s and grandfather’s signatures and seals are, of course, already on it. Feel free to send it to your lawyers to authenticate everything.”

Of course, you ensured that your family wasn’t on the losing side of the partnership, but you also had to make sure that your offer was enticing enough for them to sign it. And surely enough, they gobbled it up.

“Get me a pen and my seal stamp,” Mr. Jung quickly conceded.

“Father–”

“You shut your mouth!” he shouted at Jaehyun, surprising even you. “You almost ruined our family with that little girlfriend of yours, you will not disobey my orders! You will sign this agreement or I will cut you off completely!”

Jaehyun looked furious as ever. His hand trembled as he signed his name on the prenup and then stamped it with his seal, his girlfriend witnessing the whole process.

You swore that you were going to make his life a living hell, and you were going to keep your word.

“Lovely doing business with you,” you said with a sickeningly sweet smile and shook all of their hands. “I look forward to see what this partnership will bring.”

“It’s only too bad that you’re a doctor,” Mr. Jung replied. “You would have made an amazing businesswoman.”

You smiled politely. “You flatter me too much.”

Jaehyun’s parents finally left and you two were alone in the private room. Your fiancé sighed and ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“Are you happy now?” he asked with a sneer. “Are you staying here longer to torture me further and gloat?”

You scoffed and sipped at your drink. “Nonsense. I’m also staying because of how expensive this glass of wine costs.”

He rolled his eyes. “A glass of a 1997 Château D’Yquem only costs $1000—you make that every second. Not to mention, my family picked up the tab.”

“Of course they did,” you said with a small snort. “As if they’re going to make their future daughter-in-law pay for dinner.”

“You’re the one who invited us.”

“And rightfully so,” you snapped back.

You could tell that Jaehyun was surprised with your attitude, so different from usual. In a way, it was true yet untrue at the same time. You’ve always been know to be a force to be reckoned with, one to never back down from a fight. Yet somehow a man like Jaehyun was able to knock you off your horse for the past couple of months so it was high time for you to get back on it.

“I said I was going to make you suffer for the rest of your life,” you said as you got up from your seat, and threw your serviette onto the table. “I’m simply holding my word. As you can see, I’m not one to go back on it.”

You walked away from him and Chaeyoung, who had been as silent as ever for the whole duration of the dinner. You even stopped next to her and pulled out a few hundreds before shoving them into the little pocket of her vest.

“Sorry for the trouble,” you told her with a fake smile.

You made sure that your back faced them as you left the restaurant, your heels clacking loudly against the floor. After months of torture, you finally started enacting your revenge.

But this wasn’t nearly enough for you. This was nothing compared to the months of hatred and spite he held against you during the months leading up to your engagement.

Jaehyun hadn’t even a full taste of your fury yet. It was your turn to knock him down his high horse. And you looked forward to the day he will be on his knees, begging you for mercy. 

← REASON #1||MASTERLIST||REASON #3 →

MASTERLIST 

PAIRING. rich boy!jaehyun x rich girl!reader 
GENRES. angst, drama, rich kid!au 

SYNOPSIS. while you admittedly didn’t refuse the arranged marriage between you and jung jaehyun, that didn’t mean that you’d allow him to treat you like a doormat. for the emotional distress he had put you through during the months leading up to your engagement party, you ensure that he will pay for the way he had been treating you for the rest of his life. 

WARNINGS. little to no romance, swearing, mentions of drinking, leaning a bit towards the toxic side of a “relationship” (will be updated as we go). 

[a/n]: thanks everyone for their interest in my drabble (now titled reason #1)! thanks to that, i decided to make this into a small series comprised of 10 short chapters, hopefully all under 2k words. i’ve always wanted to a story from the “antagonist” pov, so here’s my first attempt at it! 

UPDATES ON. thursdays 
STATUS.ongoing 

CHAPTERS 

one:reason #1 
two:reason #2 
three:reason #3 
four: reason #4 
five: reason #5 
six: reason #6 
seven: reason #7 
eight: reason #8 
nine: reason #9 
ten: reason #10  

© SMOLL-TANGERINE [2022]. All rights reserved.

[23:54]

boyfriend!jaehyun presses tired kisses upon your forehead as he lies next to you in the comfort of your shared bed. you feel your eyes flutter open from his touch as he drapes his arms around you. he shifts closer to you until you can feel his heart pounding against his ribcage through the thin fabric of jaehyun’sshirt. “are you still awake?” you ask him softly in a sleepy daze, his gaze flicker towards you. a small smile graces his lips, letting the ever-so-slight mark of his dimples show upon his cheeks. “yeah,” he replies, letting his thumb brush the side of your cheek. you return his smile, enlacing his finger with yours as you both lie still with limbs entangled underneath the blanket. you feel yourself nuzzle closer to him as you lay your head into the crook of his neck, earning a soft giggle from your boyfriend. jaehyunfeels his breath hitch for a split second, his eyes admiring your every feature as you feel your face heat upon under his intense gaze. he places a gentle kiss upon your lips as he whispers.

“god i’m so in love with you.”

☆ [nostalgic] summer romance!au jaehyun
exactly on time for the valentine boy!……..well…….
find others here: johnny|haechan|taeil|taeyong|mark|jaemin|yangyang|yuta|sicheng|chenle|kun|yukhei|doyoung

• how you end up here, you don’t know, but you blame johnny suh because when things get weird it’s usually his fault anyway
• johnny’s smile is a thousand and one watts - he reaches out to pass you the beat up guitar case and again, you don’t even take it by choice, it’s nudged into your hands before you can really even say a word
• “im not joining yourband.”
  
• “it’s not mine - it’s ours.”
  
• jungwoo twirls a drum stick between his fingers and grins from his spot on the garage couch
• “no johnny - we all know it’s yours.”
• your lips thin and the only reason you don’t fling the case to the floor is because you actually like the guitar that’s inside. 
• granted you haven’t seen it since middle school and it probably still has that horrible sticker on the back of it that you remember picking at until all the little pieces you got off were uncomfortably stuck under your nails.
• “guys - it’s summer. we have nothing better to do.”
• “says you, i got an engineering internship at samsung.” 
• jungwoo chirps again and you try not to roll your eyes
• we all know about the damn samsung internship dude.
• “yeah - and i have to work at the family bookstore.”
• mark lee walks in, holding as many redbulls as he can fit between his elbows, they spill out and onto the space beside jungwoo
• you listen to mark open one and johnny groan
• “ok you all have something to do, but we-” he motions behind him at you “don’t have anything to save us from the boredom that is about to take up two months of our youthful lives!”
  
• “hey-”
  
• you cut in and all three sets of eyes focus on you
• “i have something i want to do this summer.”
  
• johnny’s long figure straightens in anticipation while jungwoo cocks an eyebrow and mark gives you an encouraging smile
• “im not going to tell you what it is, but it’s definitely not starting a band with you guys.”
  
• you lean the guitar case against a nearby wall and add a half-hearted shrug
• “sorry.”
• the walk from johnny’s house to yours isn’t long, it takes about fifteen minutes if you’re really going slow. 
• plus you’ve done it so many times, you basically set your body to autopilot.
• you think about it - the thing you want to do this summer before you go away for university and home becomes a new place and a memory at the same time.
• you’re not known for being sentimental, johnny has even gone so far as to label you as a bit ‘apathetic’ . but still you know this is your last chance to really enjoy the place you grew up in.
• you turn the corner at the street that leads down to where you live and in the hot evening air you hear something
• it’s the sound of a bike, the pedaling is light but the frame must be old because it creaks a little when it slows down slightly to maneuver to the left and pass you.
• you look up and see a boy
• brown hair still wet from the pool or a shower maybe, dimples at the corners of his smile, the two sizes too big white shirt fluttering behind him in the breeze
• for what seems like longer than a second - you lock eyes - his match the color of autumn leaves and teddy bear fur 
• and for some weird reason can’t stop thinking about them even well after you get back home
• is he new in town? i’ve never seen him before?
• finally managing to shake off the curiosity, you fish the shoebox you’ve been keeping under your bed out and open it.
• inside there’s only three things so far: 
• a copy of your graduation photo, a copy of johnny’s graduation photo, and the prom invite ticket that has jungwoo’s chicken scrawl on the back (he was technically your date, because johnny got proportioned by half the seniors and mark was too nervous to ask if you’d take him)
• this is what you were talking about. this is what you want to spend summer doing.
• you want to spend it remembering, gathering fragments of your life so far in your hometown with your bestfriends, so that when you move on you have a tangible piece of the memories
• the reason you were keeping it a secret though was because…..even you had to admit…….this was a little much 
• and you had built yourself a little bit of a hard shell so imagining telling the people you knew that this was your summer plan 
• well, you could already hear johnny’s voice saying something like ‘hey, this isn’t a hallmark movie you sap and facetime exists. do you think im not gonna call you at 3 am from across the country like i do now anyway?’ 
• you close the box and tap your fingers on the top.
• tomorrow, i’ll start visiting all the important places.
• your phone pings and it sound echoes through the otherwise empty library. 
• a harsh shushing sound comes from the front desk and you quickly answer it, sliding down against one of the bookcases
• you’d come here to see if you could find that old series you loved as a kid, the magic treehouse, it’s the books you and johnny fought over when you first met each other years ago
• you abandon that though because poor mark sounds like he’s having a panic attack over the phone
• “hey, you need to get over here - johnny is holding auditions for a guitarist since you said you didn’t want to do the band”
  
• “ok, so what? it’s just auditions?”
  
• mark’s pleading gets louder, “it’s auditions with JOHNNY - he thinks this is eurovision or something i don’t know please i can’t reign him in and jungwoo’s at his internship - i am dying here!”
• you sigh, making it long so mark knows how annoyed you are
• “put him on.”
  
• mark’s voice drowns and johnny takes the phone from him
• “what did i say with conspiring with them? we are shunning them for quitting on the band! what do you mean you had no other options? what do you mean my egomania is coming out? - anyway hey whats up?”
  
• “stop torturing mark and all the poor kids that showed up to audition.”
  
• “first of all, im not torturing anyone. that would be illegal and distasteful, im just giving my constructive criticism. second of all, if you want to give orders like that then let’s make this a fare trade off. come over and help me judge - i mean hold the auditions and then i will cease my so called ‘torturing’ ala my ‘criticizing’.”
  
• you huff - fine, it’s one day out of the whole summer.
• “ok. but you better have snacks.”
  
• “do you think i wouldn’t provide refreshments? what kind of monster do you think i am?”
• there’s more people than you expect showing up to audition for this band. half of them are just there to sweet talk johnny or mark,  but the others are all just. bad. 
• you never knew how bad someone butcher playing an instrument, let alone a guitar, but you’ve had that eye opening experience today
• “how many people left?”
  
• you mutter, face first into your palms and looking up with happiness when mark says only one!
• “hey, im jung jaehyun.”
  
• you turn and see the boy from the bike, the one with the softest eyes you’ve ever seen, standing in the entry to johnny’s garage
• he’s carrying his own guitar case - black leather and well worn but loved
• “well jaehyun dude, i hope you can at least play the damn thing because i feel like no one in this town can!”
• johnny groans and you straighten up a little as jaehyun comes closer
• he sets himself up and you feel something inside your stomach turn when he bends down and you see a bit of the tanned skin of his back
• “im not amazing, but i can play some of the classics.”
  
• “wonderwall?” mark asks and johnny snips at him as you try to think of something to say, but suddenly….your brain is fuzzy
  
• “play anything!” 
  
• so jaehyun does, he plays, and he even sings and the fuzziness in your brain turns to white noise and the little drop in your stomach is a whole bundle of butterflies
• you barely realize the johnny is already befriending jaehyun and mark is staring at him with those big, impressed eyes
• when you get up and jaehyun smiles at you
• “so what do you play?”
  
• johnny throws an arm around your shoulder older brother style and rolls his eyes before you get a word in
• “you’re actually taking their spot because they’re too busy to be in the band.”
  
• something seems to cast a sad shadow over jaehyun’s features - “oh, you’re not going to play with us?”
• words float through your head, none of which you can grasp onto, so you just shake it instead and let johnny ramble on about your so called betrayal
• you look at your phone and of course it’s nearing ten and there’s no way you can go to any of the other places on your list so you motion to mark that you’re going to head home
• “oh - i have to go too.”
  
• jaehyun slings his guitar case over his shoulder, “but ill come by tomorrow for practice?”
• johnny shoots him a big grin and then haggles all the social media jaehyun has out of him
• you don’t know why you just don’t start walking - but somehow you end up leaving with jaehyun, making that left turn where you first passed each other
• “do you live on this street?”
  
• you jump a little as you nod, “yeah - i think i actually saw you yesterday. you were on your bike so you probably didn’t notice me.”
• there’s a polite distance between you two, but jaehyun is smiling when he answers
• “oh no, i definitely noticed you.”
• you end up thinking about those words the same way you couldn’t stop thinking about his eyes 
• except this time, instead of it lasting a day, the thought lasts nearly two and a half weeks
• it seems jaehyun is doing a good job fitting in with your friends, considering you don’t get anymore calls from mark 
• and you actually start to make progress on your summer project
• you manage to get some ticket stubs from old movies, an old science project you did that’s still hanging on the walls of the highschool (open for summer classes), and pressed flowers from ontop of a hill where you almost break your elbow back when you were a freshman
• you’re plunging yourself into your past, but weirdly enough every now and then you’ll remember that 
• oh no, i definitely noticed you
• the six little words make you feel giddier than whatever memento you’re seeking out to tuck into your shoebox
• you try to tell yourself it’s just because jaehyun is new - he’s new and the memory of him isn’t old enough to try and find anything to represent him by 
• and he kind of represents everything you’re nervous about - new places, new people, new friendships …… the prospect of a new love
• love? 
• you look up at the sky as you swing back and forth on the playground you’ve come to collect something from for your memory box 
• that’s ridiculous. i’ve had one conversation with him!
• you swing your legs back and forth, slowing down and you think twice about jumping off when suddenly you feels someone gently push your back
• the swing goes a little higher and you turn your head in surprise to see
• “j-jaehyun?”
  
• he smiles and his dimples greet you before he does
• “i saw you on my way back from johnny’s.”
  
• he gives you another soft push and you hear that fuzzy noise that always turns the gears in your brain when you try to say something around him
• “is - is johnny being nice?”
  
• is all you can muster and jaehyun laughs, the sound melodic but low, just the way the baritone of his voice is when he sang
• “very nice, but he is a lot to handle sometimes.”
  
• you kick your legs down and dig your heels into the grass a little, jaehyun grabs the two chains of the swings to help you stop it
• when you turn you notice his bike is laying a couple of feet away and so is his guitar
• “what about the band stuff?”
  
• “johnny is trying to write songs and stuff, but actually mark is the one that i think has the talent for it.”
• you can’t help but feel the corner of your mouth lift up a little, he already knows the two of them pretty well.
• “what about you - do you write songs or music?”
  
• jaehyun lifts his bike back up and you take the guitar case to help him
• before you know it - you and him are walking side by side again 
• “a little, but it’s more about playing the guitar for me. that’s the part that makes me happy.”
  
• you play with your fingers behind your back, old nervous habits rising to the surface
• “by the way - why did you not want to be part of the band? johnny said you were busy with something but you didn’t say what.”
  
• you stop 
• i should lie, make something up.
• jaehyun stops too and the sounds of the bike wheels and footsteps float off into the air
• but for some reason, i don’t want to lie. not to him.
• “im……leaving after the summer, going to school in another place. so im spending my summer kind of…..im kind of cataloging this place. this town. i’m doing the whole put your memories in a shoebox thing which is so-”
  
• “awesome! i think it’s awesome that you want a part of your home with you, sometimes people are way too excited to get away from their roots.”
  
• you look at jaehyun, who returns the look with a comforting warmth you’ve never experienced before.
• it’s a different comfort than the one you get from your friends or your family, it makes your heart beat flutter - slow for a second, then so fast you think your body can’t keep up
• he starts walking again and you do too
• the silence isn’t weird. it’s a conversation in it’s own way between your two bodies.
• when you get to your house - you look at jaehyun again and you have two thoughts
• one is that you should kiss him. because he looks so…..kissable.
• the second, the one you ultimately choose, is to widen your eyes and go:
• “promise you won’t tell the others about it though, they would not let me live it down.”
  
• jaehyun laughs and hooks his pinkie with yours - his skin soft under the setting sun - “i promise.”
• and after being caught up in thinking about jaehyun’s eyes, or the way he speaks, you find yourself in the same repeating cycle again
• this time. it’s your regret. 
• you should have chose option one, because it’s looking like another opportunity to kiss jung jaehyun is not coming any time soon.
• and like the two times before, you throw yourself into your summer project to try and not think about it 
• (although you do, multiple times throughout the day, at one point blushing at the image of what could have happened if you DID kiss him and then getting snapped at by the angry man at the local deli)
• another couple of weeks pass and you swing by johnny’s because it’s a location on your summer memory list and also….
• you are curious about how the band is going …
• and you kind of a little want to see jaehyun again……
• you arrive and hear jungwoo’s voice to your surprise, followed by the sound of drums and johnny’s sharp “stop, stop, STOP!”
• “jungwoo, what is going on - did working at samsung make you into a robot who can only produce code and not drum to save his life?”
• “what do you know about drumming johnny? or coding? or anything in general?”
  
• “hey watch the attitude, you’re embarrassing me in front of jaehyun.”
  
• jungwoo snorts and you try to hide your own laugh but everyone turns to you just in time for you to hiccup it back
• “ah - the traitor is here!” 
• johnny sings and jaehyun gives him a soft elbow to the ribs
  
• “what’s up?” 
  
• mark smiles from his place at the keyboard and you cross your arms
• “nothing, hows it going - book any shows? write an album yet?”
• “actually, we did book a gig for your information”
  
• johnny waltz his way from the microphone and to a stack of flyers from his couch
• he hands you one and this time you do burst out into laughter
• the flyer, pink and way over the top, is an invitation to johnny’s end of the summer party
• well it’s actually his going away party his parents have planned for him, since he’s also leaving for school
• “johnny - you didn’t book a gig. you’re playing your own party.”
  
• “the parents are shelling out twenty dollars to each of us so money makes it a gig.”
  
• you look at jaehyun who secretly rolls his eyes
• “sure, sure. can i keep one of these?” 
  
• you fold the flyer and slip it into your pocket, this will make a good addition to the shoebox
• “oh are you going to put it in-”
  
• jaehyun starts and you rush over, hand flying over his mouth as the three other people in the garage stare
• “going to put it in……the trash. yes. going to throw it right out because really johnny did you use paint-”
  
• johnny flips you off in the kindest, best friend way possible
• you let go of jaehyun and throw him a look that he mouths an apology too
• somehow, instead of leaving, you end up staying and listening to them practice
• you consider it a break from your project and the day is filled with what you’d expect from all of them, laughter and jokes and banter that is only ok between the closest of people
• when they finally finish practice and jungwoo and mark accept a gracious ride home from mr. suh 
• you say you’ll be off too and jaehyun trots up right behind you, “ill walk with you.”
• this time, you hear less of the fuzz in your head and can actually keep up a decent conversation without staring at jaehyun’s lips
• you feel closer because of the time you spent today and you almost walk past your house until jaehyun points to the porch
• “oh by the way. can i see what you have in the shoebox?”
  
• you look over your shoulder at him, “like right now?”
• he gives a casual shrug
• “is that ok?”
  
• and now jung jaehyun is standing in your room. well he’s standing in it and then he’s sitting on your bed and rummaging through some of the most personal memories you have.
• his long fingers pulling out ticket stubs or notes you passed in class
• he chuckles at the graduation photo of johnny and dangles yours over your head when he refuses to give it back 
• you tackle him for it and he falls down against your sheets and you make the worst (or arguably best) mistake of your life
• when you straddle his hips and rich out to grab it
• only to look down and see him splayed open like the pages of a beautiful book
• and you remember your regret
• it makes your head spin, but you watch in slow motion as the photo falls from between his fingers and you lean down to catch it, but jaehyun presses up and catches your mouth with his.
• it’s sloppy, awkward - but only for the first few seconds - until you can both adjust yourselves from your position and do it right and then it is 
• astonishing
• because it feels like you’re kissing someone you’ve been kissing for years. decades. millennia’s. eons. 
• it feels like you and jaehyun have been doing this since the big bang.
• since humans first came to exist. 
• since, gosh you don’t know, since pangea freaking broke apart.
• you make out for so long that you lose track of time and it gets late to the point where the darkness of the summer almost makes you ask him to stay over
• but jaehyun is just so mannerly that he slips out the back door of your house with a final kiss and a promise to call
• which he follows up on earlier than you expect, showing up on your doorstep to take you out for breakfast
• only to end up with you two back in your room an hour later, kissing again, and again, and with more hands and less of his shirt or yours.
• the only thing that unglues you from him is his phone ringing for what must be the tenth time
• “it’s johnny”
  
• you breath against jaehyun’s neck finally
• “how do you know?”
  
• “only he calls ten times in a row.”
  
• and like your summer project, you don’t tell your friends about what’s going on between you two
• jaehyun says it’s kind of hard to hide the obvious evidence on his body - but you tell him to say it was your other neighbor, or someone from another town
• jaehyun agrees just because you pull the doe eye trick on him and he really is learning he can’t say no to that or to you in most situations
• but everytime before and after band practice - he’s with you
• sometimes he joins you on your little visits to the places still on your lists
• when you tell him the sentimental value behind them, you get a little fidgety because being vulnerable is hard 
• but jaehyun listens and he says that each memory of yours he gets to watch you relive, helps him learn something about you
• you don’t say it out loud - but hearing that makes you want to cry and kiss him and cry again 
• an other times, you two don’t do anything heartwarming or special, you just roll around with him, tangled up in one until he has to go
• with each day, summer comes closer to 
• and end but you fall deeper into each other at a pace that might be alarming if it was any other two humans but the both you
• and before you know it - it’s the day of johnny’s end of summer slash going away party 
• jaehyun is supposed to be there from like nine in the morning but he stops at your place before he bikes over
• kissing your forehead he drops something in your palm
• you open it to see his guitar pick 
• “won’t you need this for when you play?”
  
• “i’m using my backup. i just thought you might want to put that one in your shoebox……..since it could remind you of me……”
  
• he flushes and you bite back your lip, part of you is happy because he’s just so cute it isn’t fair but the other is coming to the daunting idea that 
• soon enough - im leaving too, will jaehyun just be another memory to me?
• instead of dwelling on it, you peck him again and ask, 
• “ill see you at the party?”
  
• the party is most definitely a johnny suh party
• the food is amazing, everyone on the planet is invited, and johnny is wearing something so bright it beats out the sun
• when you arrive, his mother spends half an hour asking you to take care of him when he finally leaves and you don’t remind her that you’re going to two different places
• you don’t see jaehyun or mark or jungwoo around - you assume they’re practicing somewhere for the performance while johnny is juggling both front lead singer and host
• the party is fun - it really is - but the words “going away” somehow still make you a little sick
• you’re about to escape to somewhere a little quieter, when you hear someone tap the mic on the makeshift stage in johnny’s backyard
• you see him - and the rest of the band - gather on as johnny introduces them and shouts excitedly that this song they’re going to perform, written by keyboardist mark, is all about new beginnings!
• jaehyun finds you in the crowd, a secret little smile on his lips before the music starts and to your surprise - and probably everyone elses - they actually do pretty good
• the lyrics are so very mark, but johnny brings a flare to the way he sings it
• jungwoo seems to have remembered how much he adores drumming again and the way jaehyun looks playing guitar is so enticing that you can’t help but feel a little pride in the fact that you’ve been tasting all of that for most of the summer
• the sick feeling in your stomach turns into excitement which turns into just pure enjoyment as you watch your friends and your boyfriend up there having fun
• when it’s over and they hop down to mingle back into the rest of the party, you really can’t help yourself and throw your arms around jaehyun
• you kiss him - which earns a gasp from mark, a half smirk from jungwoo, and a loud clearing of his throat from johnny
• you and jaehyun admit what’s been going on and when johnny just whistles you ask him if he’s not mad
• “even if i was mad, you would still keep liking each other right - so what’s the point?” 
• you hug johnny, and mark, and jungwoo, and like nothing has changed you all fall back into the swing of it
• the comfort of being around each other
• when you five are the last people in johnny’s messy background you finally decide to tell them all about your summer project
• “i knew you’d all say it was lame so i-”
• “hey hey hey - it isn’t lame. it’s not what i expect but i get why you’d want to do it.”
• johnny pats your shoulder and you feel jaehyun’s hand on the small of your back
• it’s the kind of moment you want to never end. 
• really, you just want this summer to never end.
• but when it does - when the day comes for the temperature to drop and for you to be on your way to a new place
• you feel the sadness come in a big wave
• johnny, mark, jungwoo, and jaehyun all come to say goodbye and you hold the shoebox in your hands - now heavy and filled to the brim with all your memories
• before you say it though, each of them adds something
• jungwoo drops his samsung internship ID into it
• mark places the paper he wrote the draft of the lyrics to the song they performed at the party into it
• and johnny chucks a burned CD version of it into the mix
• finally, turning to jaehyun, you take in a deep breath
• “i know the distance will be big so if you want to break up and-”
  
• he kisses you before you can finish your sentence and slips a small box that you don’t open until you’re already in your new dorm
• inside is a small bracelet, engraved on the inside are the words
• “i definitely noticed you. it was love at first sight”
  
• years later - jaehyun says those words again
• as he’s reading his vows 
• and you’re feeling the fuzziness, the butterflies, the comforting warmth, everything like a tsunami of all the things that are you and jaehyun
• and when johnny shows up to present the rings to you two
• they’re in that old shoebox 
• two little bands at the bottom of all those memories
• at the reception, you lean over and whisper to your now husband
• “where did you find that old thing by the way?”
• jaehyun nuzzles his lips against the cusp of your ear as you watch jungwoo and mark make fools of themselves on the dance floor 
• “under the bed, where you put everything you care about.”

☆ streamer!au jaehyun | *this post was commissioned 
warnings: catboy shenanigans, mildly nsfw (mostly power dynamic stuff)

that cocky, flirtatious, egotistical e-boy fevered sex dream jung jaehyun is actually just a worshiping, groveling, gratified by a sense of high humiliation and a single word from another person who treats him, to his own consent and want, like another nameless pick up in the dark.

there’s something almost risky about even being in the same room as jaehyun when he’s streaming. it’s not like anyone knows. not his obsessive fanbase that’s watching him through the webcam, not his other housemates - all professional esports players who secretly seethe with jealousy at the fact that all jaehyun has to do is flash a slither of skin and he gets more subs than they can even imagine to earn, sometimes maybe jaehyun even forgets because he’s trying so hard to play those stupid games of his. but you can easily remind him of your presence. not just in this room of course, but in his existence.

jaehyun is laughing at something, probably a donation message. he’s wearing the headseat - that pink one with those large cat ears he got as a gift. he’s even put that glitter collar on that was supposed to just be a joke, but that has become a signature. he lifts his large hand up, the palm open - leading down into strong arms and a wide chest - but then he curls it into a faux paw, looking into the webcam through his lashes and fucking meows. you almost laugh out loud, not because of how he looks, but because just that is probably driving troves of people crazy. all you have to do is search jaehyun’s name on twitter and its tweet after tweet: begging, imagining, manifesting thoughts that are far right of what you might call ‘morality’ or you know ‘general public friendly’.

you turn toward him, setting your phone down. he can’t see you over the monitors but you hear his phone ping a second later and his free hand that’s not on the mouse reaches for it. it takes maybe three seconds for him to read the message you sent and then you hear him start talking.

“gonna queue up the next game, but i gotta go do something real quick. mods can be in charge.”

he takes the headset off, which is a little sad, those ears on him are delightfully embarrassing. whenever you bring them up, whenever you bring up the whole catboy thing, jaehyun gets red down from his ears. “aren’t cats supposed to listen to their owners?” you’d smirk against his skin “i didn’t know cats needed so much attention. you shouldn’t be so desperate jaehyun.”

before he moves around his setup to come over to you - he stops and leans down - his shirt is loose and baggy and he winks into the cam.

“don’t have too much fun without my, right nya?”

with that he straightens up, stretches and makes sure the visible line of his hips shows fast enough that no one can clip it and get him banned - but that everyone can see it crystal clear. he finally turns and makes his way around the intricate desk where he spends most of his hours streaming to the bed thats hidden behind it.

“did you mute the stream?”

he nods, the edge of his pretty lips twitches and you think its a little fascinating how nervous he gets every time. you’ve been in jaehyun’s life for a while now, you think one day he’ll be acclaimed to you. to your voice, to your face, and to your touch. but he never seems to be - it’s like the first night whenever you decide he’s done enough toying around with his online audience and you are real and you are the one that makes the rules of the relationship thats blossomed between you and one of the most popular men on the internet.

you don’t get up, instead jaehyun gets down with his knees on the carpet and his face leveled at your hips - you put a hand out to hold his cheek, and although the room is dimly light, there’s enough that you can see something dull in the honey browns of his eyes. 

like he’s preparing himself for it - but he doesn’t know what it is.

you want to make a quip about how good he’s been already, this cat persona of his has already taught him where he belongs when he’s in front of you. you know, like this, at your feet. but at the same time you don’t want to jump right into all that. instead you take a moment just to hold his face still in your hand and then run your fingers up from the nape of his neck into his hair and tug at it slightly so his jawline tips up.

“what did my message say?”

“that i should come to you.”

“so why didn’t you do that immediately.”

jaehyun racks his brain, to most other people it would seem he did just that. but you’re referring to his flirtatious, don’t have too much fun without me, that he wasn’t obligated to pause to say. he finally figures it out and a small, breathy apology escapes his lips. you let ur hand slip back down to the nape of his neck and jaehyun swallows.

you realize he took the ears off, but the collar is still there. you reach out to slip your fingers through the glittering band and then tap your nails against his warm skin.

“get up.”

you let go and he stands, you follow suit and he’s definitely got some height and frame on you. it’s what makes everything so much more visceral for him. you might look like you shouldn’t have so much control over him but you do. jaehyun knows that if you were to tell him to fetch, he might as well get down on all fours and do it. 

“we should turn the webcam around.”

you put your hands on his shoulders and let your nails tap through the fabric of his shirt. it simulates, in jaehyuns mind, the urge to feel them on his bare skin. your nails, your lips, your teeth. he tenses though because his mind is inching toward the primal instinct of being touched and yet you also just offered to do something that could potentially ruin his career.

but jaehyun is at this point less a trapped fly in a spiders web as he is a willing and wanting participant in these mind games you spin around him. he swallows again.

“if you want to, i can turn it around.”

you look at him and jaehyun thinks he can see the magnetic pull in the middle of your iris that pushes all of his gravity toward you.

“you want your fans to see you? aren’t you hungry for attention.”

“if you think they should see me, if you give me permission then-”

one hand goes up to touch the collar again, tug at it, slip past it and rest on jaehyun’s pulse. your second hand is also already halfway down his arm. 

“i dont know, im asking what you think. do you want them to see? you basically offer yourself up to them everyday as it is. don’t you think they’d want to see something more?”

your hand wraps and unwraps around his wrist. you are not breaking eye contact with him and jaehyun’s mouth goes dry. 

“don’t you think they want to see their favorite catboy be treated like the pet he really is?”

you don’t change your expression or your tone. you don’t have to because the spinning mess in jaehyun’s mind is evident from how hot his skin his getting and you don’t even have to touch too much to know he’s excited and anxious, curious and terrified.

in his mind you imagine, and you imagine correctly, that there is a reel playing of him and you in front of the webcam - a little grainy because of the distance from the bed. 

his voice breaking in front of his thousands of viewers and your laughter is filling through the cracks of the sounds he makes. 

he thinks about how his body might look, a vibrant blush quilted over every inch. the way there are marks of contrasting blossoming colors on the dips of his ones and the lines of his muscles. 

how he looks flat against the sheets, eyes shut tight, spinning euphoria around his head and a flame from hells graces itself knotting lower and lower and deeper inside him.

his neck and your hand, his senseless and repetitive pleas for you that at some point sound like the ramblings of someone completely mad, slurring as spit roams down his chin because he’s become a mess and his body has given up all function to your whim. 

but then he thinks about how you would look - and then something in him flips. 

“i don’t want them to see-”

he almost says, i dont want them to see you. but he stops because its not his choice to make. if you offered to be in front of the camera with him, then he would abide by that wish no matter what kind of damage it would do to him or his job or his fanbase. because you’ve always been more than that. in one way because of the way he was infatuated with every little detail about you, but also because you were undeniably and inevitably a huge part of the reason he was even alive. some might see that kind of crazed devotion and say it was wrong, but jaehyun has given up on caring about what others might see and say. it is what you see and what you say and what you want to do - to him - forever.

you know what he had wanted to say and you know why he’d stopped himself. for that, you reward him with a small and chaste little kiss on his adams apple. he buzzes at the contact and you know he wants to envelope you in his arms. had you been out on the street or just enjoying some time together anywhere else you would have been happy to let it happen.

but in this little room, with that computer and webcam so near. the high tense situation of - what if the mute button isn’t really on? what if everyone watching could just see that im here, know that the precious idea of jaehyun that they jerk themselves off too isn’t the real him.

that cocky, flirtatious, egotistical e-boy fevered sex dream jung jaehyun is actually just a worshiping, groveling, gratified by a sense of high humiliation and a single word from another person who treats him, to his own consent and want, like another nameless pick up in the dark. 

you don’t think you can allow that. you let your hand snake from his neck to the edge of his mouth, you pry it open and let your finger graze its way inside. jaehyun leans forward a little and he could topple you backwards but he knows better and he wants when this all ends for it to be him pressed to those sheets with you overcasting him and every one of his five senses

when there’s a ping, its the sound of the message on his screen thats asking if he’s still there for the queue. jaehyun, with one look from you, would ignore it and leave his fans waiting for hours and his fellow teammates stuck without him, but you push away from him and say he should get back to it.

he hesitates, which only means he’s really considering disobeying, just to have you touch him again. but he ends up returning to his seat. and moments ago, half a second from breaking out into a needy, begging pant around the finger you’d placed at the edge of his lips for you to please start - please make him go back down on his knees - please just let him ….. please just let him get absolutely destroyed by you. 

he know plasters that inviting smile on his face, places the cat eared headphones on his head and pouts when answering what took him so long. oh an emergency in the house, it’s all good. 

“oh why did i mute myself? well i didn’t want any noises to bother you guys. the emergency might have gotten loud - but thankfully we avoidided that.”

you stifle a snort. from the way jaehyun has crossed his legs in his chair - his knuckles turning white on the mouse. you don’t think he’s all that thankful that an emergency between you two was avoided. but oh well, you can wait. you’re not in a hurry. jaehyun’s cute little job of prancing around the imagination of his fans is what makes him his money. and you smile to yourself because that’s all he does. he prances through their minds. for you, he’s readily available, cat ears, no cat ears, all those loose shirts and grey sweatpants …. or nothing at all. 

• pairing. prince! jeong jaehyun ✗ fem! reader
• genre. romance, royalty au, lowkey there’s some sexual tension
• warnings. implied smut??, not proofread

author’s note. wow it’s been a hot minute.

[ 10:24 PM ] “Tell me, my prince,” you traced along his jawline, eyes never straying away from his alluring lips. Countless times have you gained the liberty of feeling them pressed against your own, tasting his love. And that privilege went further beyond your lips. You felt them against the expanse of your neck, down the slope of your shoulders into the dips of your curves. He travelled north and high to south and deep on your body, and you let him. And even when you were apart from him, you could still feel the ghosts of his kisses on your skin. Enthralling, he was, for you could never get enough of it.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?” you asked.

You can feel his eyes on you, the corner of his lips lifts a fraction to which your eyes took notice of. You were already aware of his response to your question, having known him thoroughly in and out on the back of your hand. But you still wanted to hear him say it, to hear what your royalty has to say.

“Is it wrong for the prince to visit his lover?” he chuckles.

“Oh, forgive me, Your Highness. I was unaware of this relationship we had together.”

“Blasphemous, how unforgiving of you to say after calling me yourprince.”

“Your Highness, with all due respect, if I may say,” you jested, eyes filled with mirth, “you never once established the title you’ve bestowed upon me.”

“Oh, then I must beg for your forgiveness.” And with that, he lifts a hand to your cheek, thumb softly caressing your skin. You gazed back up to his brown orbs and, Gods, they were the prettiest browns you’ve ever casted your eyes upon. It would be a bitter injustice to call them any short of enchanting. Browns so deep, yet so warm—you could get lost in them forever.

He inches closer to you, closing the distance between your bared souls as his warm breath tickles your chin. You’re one step closer to salvation, your willpower holding you back from sinning you back to hell.

“In this lifetime, if you allow me, you are my lover, as much as I am yours. And in another life, I promise,” he whispers one last time before reaching solace in a place he craves so much, “… I will never forget you, for your and my souls are of the same.”

You’ve tasted the Gods and the heavens above, and you’re not planning on coming back down so soon.