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ericscroptop · 1 month

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Like Honey

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✧ pairing: bf! sunwoo x gf! reader

✦ genre: smut

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, p!rn without plot, cursing, oral— female receiving, p!ssy drunk sunwoo, filthy sunwoo, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, praising, pet names, kissing, aftercare, sunwoo is in freaking love with you

✦ word count: 5k words

✧ synopsis: you and your boyfriend are getting ready for bed, and he can’t help but want a midnight snack.

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Spending time with your friends was always filled with boisterous laughter and excitement, but you were always left drained afterwards.

Tonight, you and Sunwoo had dinner with Chanhee and Changmin. It was frequent that you four spent time together since those two were some of Sunwoo’s bestest friends.

You adored them beyond words, but even if you could never become tired of them, your body signaled to you that you needed rest after a long day and time well-spent.

As soon as Sunwoo unlocked the front door and you entered your shared apartment, you immediately removed your shoes and put them on their respective spot on the shoe rack.

Exhausted, you trudged towards the bathroom, dreading removing your makeup but having to do so before you could finally hit the hay.

Entering the bathroom connected to your bedroom, you gather your makeup removal products and skincare, proceeding with taking it all off and washing your face. You then brush your teeth and rinse your mouth, doing all of it in comfortable silence while your boyfriend is getting out of his outside clothes and changing into something more comfortable in the bedroom.

When you’re done, you leave the bathroom and step into the bedroom, wearily smiling at Sunwoo. Of which, he reciprocates as he walks past you to begin his own night time routine.

You rustle through your drawers to pick out some sleepwear, opting with a plain white crop top and some basic black boy shorts. Some looser material would be ideal, but it seemed like a majority of your loungewear was in the hamper.

It felt a bit muggy all day to wear too much clothing to bed tonight. Even though air conditioning exists, you know with your boyfriend curled up next to you that he’d add even more heat onto your body. The less material on you, the better.

After changing, you grab the clothes you’ve shimmied off from the floor and head towards the laundry hamper tucked away in the closet in the bathroom.

You put away the dirty clothing, making a mental note in seeing how almost-full it is that you’d plan to wash tomorrow.

You catch sight of Sunwoo finishing up his own skincare routine, a white spa headband resting over his head, keeping his bangs pushed back while he washed his face.

You then navigate your eyes to his bare back, trailing all the way down to his bottom. Sweatpants hung low around his hips, leaving the waistband of his black Celine boxer briefs in clear view, exposed.

It’s kinda humorous and cute, seeing the juxtaposition of the soft headband with a bow on it adorning your boyfriend’s head while he was wearing pants that you and him both know damn-well outlined his cock deliciously and made his ass look great.

His body is well-toned, with his small waist, arm muscles that flexed unconsciously while proceeding with his night routine— or when doing anything for that matter, and his provocative back. You just admire lowkey half-asleep to yourself, appreciating all the duality he has to offer belongs to lucky you, and you only.

“Almost ready for bed?” you question, followed by an involuntary yawn. Sleep was calling your name, but you didn’t want to bury yourself under the covers until Sunwoo was concomitantly doing it with you.

“Yeah, baby.” he twists slightly to look in your direction at the sound of your voice, an arm raising up to remove the headband from his hair, those fluffy bangs of his bouncing out and hiding his forehead.

You stood under the doorway, right hand resting against the side of the doorframe, and left hand tucked behind your back with ankles crossed.

Sunwoo takes in your presence, his adam’s apple bopping as he swallows hard from his view.

His pupils were spellbound by you when he sees what you’re wearing. It’s hard to not notice the prominent buds that are your nipples clearly visible as the shirt you’ve chosen is snug and lightweight. As well as the outline of your areola’s, noticeable thanks to the bathroom lighting and due to the whiteness of your top.

Your bare legs are also left on display. Those tight cotton boy shorts highlight the curves of your body, and probably make your behind look damn-near perfect and plump. How dare you wear such tight-ass clothing to bed tonight? Are you aware that you live with a man who has carnal instincts and gets a hard-on just from listening to you speak?

As if you weren’t already beautiful enough, the compressed clothing only drew more attention to you. It accentuated every curve and dip of your body. Regardless what you thought about your body, Sunwoo always appreciated every inch of your skin. From your tummy, to any beauty, birth, or stretch marks, to your fleshy ass— all of it. He claimed and loved every part of you, internally and externally.

You shut your eyes for a moment, still in the same stance, pouting your lips cutely at Sunwoo. You don’t even realize what’s going on in your boyfriend’s mind right now, too sleepy to think clearly about anything. All you care about is him crawling into bed with you and catching some z’s.

Looking at you, Sunwoo smirks while he thinks you’re such an innocent little thing. Too tired to realize the effect you have on him right now. He could just eat you up.

And he might actually do just that.

Your eyes open back up as you hear him begin to take a couple steps forward, and your lips curl upwards thinking it’s time to actually go to bed.

Though as you begin to turn around, Sunwoo grabs hold of your wrist, stopping you before you can even get in a step.

You’re suddenly facing him, brows furrowed in confusion at him stopping you. He pulled you in against his chest, hands traveling smoothly down your body until they meet your rear.

He holds and palms at your ass through your underwear, wetting his lips with his tongue as he feels the bottom of your cheeks openly, left peeking out from the fabric.

His touchiness washes off any ounce of drowsiness you had momentarily as you register what he is leading into.

“I know what you’re thinking, but not tonight. I’m sleepy. We can have sex tomorrow, baby.”

Sunwoo merely sighs deeply, hands still on you as he continues to feel you up despite your words.

“Sweetheart…” he begins. “You cannot wear something like this and expect me to not wanna have my way with you.” he repositions his hands over either side of your waist, dragging his thumbs gently over your bare skin soothingly. You’re pulled off his chest, meeting his face, his eyes bearing desperation.

You bring your hands to his shoulders, massaging his muscles lovingly while shaking your head, honestly not surprised that your man is in the mood to play right now. When is he not?

“Most of my other pjs are dirty right now. Plus, I’m feeling kinda’ hot right now.” you simply say.

His thumb starts lazily playing with the waistband of your panties, flicking it against your skin. “Yeah? I’m also feeling kinda’ hot.” his eyes are solely trained on your underwear while he speaks, as if he were stuck in a trance.

You take a second to look down at his crotch, encountering the tantalizing tease of his package that is seemingly demanding attention.

He notices that you sensed his boner, biting back a chuckle once you shoot a glare at him.

“I’m just a boy.” he huffs out, sighing dramatically.

“Yeah, a horny one.” you scoff, about to playfully slap his hands off you before his quick reflexes catch them, his fingers enclasping with your own, now holding both your hands.

“Let me eat you out, gorgeous.” the lust behind your boyfriend’s dark brown eyes is heavily apparent. Although you were looking forward to slumber, your body begins to betray you and switch up. Your core can’t help but tingle, blood flowing to your pussy and swelling in excitement from Sunwoo’s words and fervent hunger for you.

“Please?” he whispers in front of you. Those big, beautiful brown eyes of his bore into yours, his hands still holding yours. His intense gaze and touch is causing your body temperature to increase even more, not just from the air.

His neediness is making you want to fold. The fact that he really is desperate to have a taste of you and focus the pleasures on you is saying a lot right now. He must really want you bad.

“Fuck, I just can’t say no to you when you look at me like that.” your top teeth capture your bottom lip for a moment, Sunwoo having possessed you and falling for his charms.

You were easy, but so was he. It was too easy to succumb to each other and be aroused when you two were infatuated with one another.

Sleep can fucking wait.

Sunwoo’s lips form a smile, cheering internally that he’s convinced you. He couldn’t help himself. He craved to show you how much he desired and felt about you.

His smile is still there as he dives towards your face, connecting his lips with yours. Your mouth opens and welcomes his, your hands thrown around his neck tightly as he slips his tongue into your mouth hungrily.

You each kiss one another amorously. His tongue brushes past your lips and dances with your own, stimulating yours and making your sex hormones spiral in excitement.

Sunwoo’s left hand pinches the skin on your waist, lost in your lips while his right hand grabs your jaw in attempt to keep you steady and as close to him as possible.

A hazy feeling inhabits your body, unable to think straight, just yearning for your boyfriend to keep attacking you insatiably with his lips. You’re already visualizing in your head him between your thighs with his mouth vibrating over your pussy, and that causes a moan to let loose from your throat in between open-mouth kisses.

“Fuckkk,” his chest rumbles as he breathes out and you pull away to catch your breath, shifting in place, anxious for more attention.

His hand that was still on your waist redirects to the other side of your untouched jaw. Now cupping your face, passion carried in his eyes as he searches every inch of your face, enamored by you.

“Tell me you want me to eat you out. Wanna hear you say it.” his intense stare makes you fidget. You crave for things to get going already but he always makes you lose any coherence. His bold nature always has you melting and shy, going dumb at his mere presence and flirtatious demeanor.

“Hm?” at your lack of immediate speech, those Bratz doll-like lips of his pout slightly, brows raised as he looks at you with pleading eyes, emphasizing with his teasing expression how he’s expecting you to use your words.

You’re unable to look away shyly as his hands still clutch to your face, no way of backing out. Curse Sunwoo and his ability to make you feel so weak and vulnerable.

You secretly loved it, though.

“Wa— Want your mouth on my pussy… please.” you shakily breathed, heart racing as you see the satisfied smirk on his face that appears at your words.

“Since you asked so nicely, I think I have to give my baby what she wants,” he says, in awe at how you do exactly what he asks. You’re just so perfect.

He pulls your face towards his own, lips locking once again. Only this time, the kiss is softer and more delicate. He held your face as he kissed you sweetly and slowly, soaking in the feeling of the warmth of your breath and the faint taste of the lip balm you would always apply at the end of your night routine.

Humming at the taste of you, he pulls away and wastes no more time, grabbing your hand and makes way towards the bed.

You take a seat on the edge of the bed, sitting up straight as Sunwoo towers in front of you.

He moves around the bed towards the headboard and reaches for a pillow, placing it right in the center of the sheets.

“Lay down for me, sweetheart.” he instructs.

You follow his dominance, allowing your back to fall slowly onto the mattress, the back of your head hitting the pillow he placed for you.

“Good girl. I’ll take care of you.” he murmurs, bringing a hand to your knee to stroke it affectionately. Every inch of your skin prickled with goosebumps from this angle, waiting for Sunwoo to touch you where you needed it the most.

He suddenly gets on the bed, your eyes widening slightly as his arms and legs are now on either side of you, holding himself up over your body. Those beautiful eyes of his settle on your breasts, cocking his head as he stares at them shamelessly, making your face redden at him ogling your chest.

“The girls are sitting pretty. So pretty that I think i’ll keep your shirt on.” he chuckles, diving his face down into one of your mounds and sucking a nipple through the tight material, causing you to whimper at his unexpected act.

He’s teasing you, taking his time sucking at both your erect nipples through your shirt, and fondles with your tits through the fabric, smirking and looking up at you as he does so.

Your thighs press together at how erotic this is, fingers clinging onto the sheets from how this is driving you delirious. His teasing is addictive but painful. You don’t know if you can be patient any longer.

“Sunwoo!” you whine, swallowing hard and your shaky breaths fill the room— music to his ears.

And he’s just getting started.

“God, you’re so sexy.” he practically growls, removing his mouth from your clothed tits and looking proudly at the wet patches of his own saliva he’s left stained behind.

He crawls off over you and off the bed, starting to kneel down and position himself on the ground, getting ready to feast in between your legs.

One of his calloused hands paw at your exposed stomach, feeling your tummy up and down, toying with your senses even more as his fingers slip under the waistband of your underwear every time he rubs down, coming in contact with your public region as he does so.

“Sunwoo, please…” you faintly beg. You don’t know how much more teasing you can take. Your pussy might as well be whining aloud at this point alongside you.

He’s eyeing your expressions, finding amusement in the way your brows creased, how your lips remained parted, and at your increase in breathing.

He then grazes his lips over your inner thighs, beginning to trail kisses over the skin. You can’t help but squirm a bit as he gets closer to the most intimate part of your body, causing him to keep his hand on your stomach, holding you in place.

“Hey,” he warns, making you whimper. “I know, sweetheart. But be good for me, ‘kay?”

He finally decides to end your sexual frustration and any more delay, thinking he’s played with your mind enough already to get you going.

And now, he should get to playing with that pretty pussy of yours.

His fingers hook around the waistband of your boy shorts, tugging them all the way down your legs.

Once fully off, he finds the gusset of your underwear, boldly bringing it to his nose and inhales with it making direct contact against his nostrils, feeling the dampness you’ve left behind.

“Mhmmm.” he sighs in pleasure of the arousing smell lingering, cock twitching in excitement, making you gasp and nibble on your bottom lip at the lewd scene. Watching as he visibly enjoys your dirty underwear, sending your mind into a fucking frenzy at how filthy he was.

He’s not embarrassed in the slightest at showing how attracted he is to you, and it makes you want to combust with cum just at that.

He stuffs the underwear in the pocket of his sweats for now, and his dominant hand finally seeks for your demanding region. He cups your sex and feels how warm you are down here, as well as the lubricating fluid you have produced thus far from sexual excitement.

You suck in a breath at his large hand greeting you, quickening heartbeat at the feeling.

“Awe, so needy, hm? She’s aching isn’t she?” his voice is laced with fake sympathy as he taunts you, eyes going back and forth between your own and your cunt as he speaks.

He has you whimpering desperately, making him snicker at the fact that only he can make you feel this way.

He dives in between your legs to press a kiss over your folds, emphasizing the pucker sound of his lips greatly. He then drags the broad, flat of his tongue up along your entire pussy, almost-painfully slow and leaving behind his spit.

“Ah, shit!” you moan, clenching the sheets in between your fingers, trying your best to not close your legs or squirm too much at the sensitive feeling. This is what you wanted, after all.

Sunwoo ganders over your glistening cunt, savoring how it’s served right in front of him. Extremely blessed that you present it to him and that he gets to call you his. He thinks this every-single time, and it’ll always leave him wonderstruck.

He takes a good whiff of your pussy, his throat rumbling as he groans from the smell of your arousal. Lusty to his nostrils.

“Always so fucking pretty, just like you, gorgeous.” he refers to your cunt and then to you, making you mewl like crazy.

He finally attaches his mouth fully onto your sex, beginning to suck and lick at your folds, his groans vibrating all over your cunt.

“Mmph— fuck! Sunwoo!”

His tongue parts through your pussy lips and licks open your hole. He licks and slurps hungrily as if you were a pudding cup, trying to reach every crack and crevice of your sex with his mouth. His saliva mixes with your arousal, creating a hot, wet mess down there.

You can’t help but arch your back at the intense devotion he’s showering to your cunt. Feeling like you’re so helpless as you don’t know what to do with all the pleasure coursing through your veins while his mouth makes love to your pussy.

Your dominant hand reaches out into Sunwoo’s fluffy locks, beginning to desperately tug onto his hair and pull it slightly, letting him know how he’s driving your senses crazy.

He raises his head up slightly, backing away from your folds momentarily, making you lose the grip on his hair. He licks his lips as he meets your gaze, drool starting to drip from the corners of his mouth.

“Got me so pussy drunk, baby.” he laughs, then starts attending to your cunt again.

His eyes are still locked with your own as he sticks an index and middle finger in his mouth together, coating them with the wetness of his mouth and pulls out with a soft pop.

Although you’re wet enough that you can take it without him having to lubricate them with his mouth beforehand, he does it for show, his cock throbbing at how heavy lidded your eyes are as you watch him in a awestruck daze.

Even with you knowing what’s coming, you still jolt as he inserts his two digits, hissing at the feeling of them sliding up into your hole.

He smirks as he crooks them just right, fingers curled while he pumps into your warm sex.

Those thick fingers of his now fill you up and you can’t help but continue to breathe heavily as a whole slew of sexual hormones are running untamed throughout your body.

Sunwoo then decides to simultaneously take care of your swollen clit, attaching his mouth back onto your pussy over the engorged bud, adding more feelings of euphoria to your mind.

Every-single nerve ending of your clit tingles from those pillowy lips of his and his tongue lapping around. You can’t help but buck your hips into his fingers and face, moaning nonstop from the stimulation of his fingers while he eats you.

“Sun— Su— Sunwoo.” breathless whines roll out of you.

“You like that? Yeah?” he breathes out in between sucks, smirking as his actions are making you lose control, moving uncontrollably and crying out his name.

He continues to drive his fingers in you nonstop, steadily thrusting them into you and brushing along your spongey walls.

Squishy noises from the amount of wetness your pussy is coated in fills the room, only encouraging Sunwoo to continue the pace and maintain suction on your bundle of nerves.

His fingers are hitting you just right— in that special spot. He feels your cunt clamp around his fingers, giving them a nice squeeze. Oh, you’re so tight and close, he thinks to himself.

Your boyfriend is drawn to the way you ball up the bedsheets within your fists. How you buck up your hips so eagerly. The way the expressions on your face are beautifully screwed up— brows furrowed, mouth left hanging, eyes rolling back and fluttering.

He’s rock hard in seeing and hearing your reactions, blood rushing and flowing to his genitals as yours do. So turned on from the control he has over you, bringing you immense pleasure from his touches, and drowned in the pretty noises your body is making from your mouth and cunt.

The exhilarating duo of his mouth and thick fingers is becoming overpowering to your brain and body. If possible than already is, your breathing starts getting heavier and whinier in a stronger manner at the feeling of your stomach tightening and pussy feeling so full.

Every muscle in your body squeezes at the intense pressure crashing over you. Your body is in so much heat, beginning to feel that familiar coiled tension that you know all too well. Though this time, it feels slightly different. It’s somewhat stronger, and almost unbearable to keep holding it in. And uncontrollable.

The sensation has you crying out Sunwoo’s name and mumbling brokenly. You’re suddenly growing teary-eyed, shaking your head from left to right as the strong urge to release is raging to be let free.

Sunwoo evidently hears and sees you struggling and coming close to crashing down, so he begins to encourage you to relieve yourself.

“Let it go, baby! Ride it out on my face and fingers.”

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare hold back.”

“Show me how much you love it. I wanna see you cum on me. Show me, baby girl.”

Soft tremors from the inside of your thighs build into your legs beginning to shake nonstop as you listen to his words— even in your mind-numbing daze— and so you swamp his face, fingers, and entire veiny hand with your fluids.

High pitched practically-screams leave your mouth instantly as your clear fluid gushes out and splashes up into your boyfriend’s face, teardrops running down your heated cheeks from the feeling of relief.

You’re left speechless at the awareness of the amount of release coming out of you. It’s an amount that is foreign to you, almost like you’re squirting.

Your squirts synchronize with the way your pussy is pulsing as you orgasm, all slippery and runny fluid washing down.

Too focused on your release bewitching you, you don’t even process how you’re affecting Sunwoo.

He has never heard you this insanely vocal in the times you shared any type of sex. Nor has he been blessed with witnessing this much fluid spouting out from your cunt.

He believes you have just squirted.

And he’s the sole reason why.

“Oh fuck, baby!” your pleasure amplifies his pleasure, his cock pulsating under his underwear, making him buck his hips shamelessly into the air.

He grunts and groans as he does so, into your sex as he slurps some of your fluids and essence into his mouth. So tangy and sweet to his tastebuds.

You’re just so fucking sexy and always never cease to amaze him.

It’s so fulfilling. The rewarding feeling that he made you get to this point. Your squirt coinciding with your cum. All this just for him. Because of him.

His body responds to how he feels about you and this erotic scene by blowing a hot load of cum in his underwear. He can’t even be embarrassed about it. Fuck it. That was beautiful.

Your ears are ringing and you’re dizzy, feeling like you’re going in-and-out of consciousness.

Meanwhile, Sunwoo is trying to catch his breath as he comes down from his orgasm, still eye-level with your pussy.

He looks like a glazed donut with your pussy liquids glistening his face. He licks the corners of his mouth and rubs whatever remains with the back of his hand, and backs away from your cunt.

He crawls over the bed towards your side at your shivering state and lack of words, and immediately brings his hand to your hair, massaging and caressing your head.

“Hey, baby, talk to me.” his voice gravelly.

“Mhmm.” you moan weakly, eyes closed and barely fluttering open.

“You were so good, sweetheart. So fucking good.” he praises, pressing tender kisses against the flesh of your cheek, attempting to bring you back to your regular state of mind.

“Stay awake for me. Gonna clean us up, ‘kay?”

Sunwoo quickly gets off the bed, scurrying to find the baby wipes and towel to clean you up before you knock out.

He cleans you up first, making you hiss slightly at the feeling of any contact towards your sensitive pussy after coming down, but he coos at you and says sweet nothings during the short process.

He notices some of your fluids have left the sheets under your lower region all soaked and stained. It was no problem to him— he didn’t care, but he’d have to change them super fast and unfortunately move you off the bed to do so.

You’re suddenly picked up momentarily by your boyfriend, and he starts to carry you out the room, towards the living room, and places you gently over the couch.

You feel less hazy now and eyes are more open, curious as to what Sunwoo was doing.

“Gonna change the sheets real fast and i’ll be back to grab you and then get you some fresh underwear.” he presses a kiss to the top of your head and you hummed, watching as he walked back into the room.

It didn’t take long for him to get on some fresh sheets, keeping his promise and coming back to carry you back to bed. He places you on the mattress and gets you into a fresh pair of panties, not being able to help himself in pressing sweet kisses onto your thighs as he swells in love from taking care of you.

He then adjusts you to be tucked under the covers and walks away, making you whine at him not immediately joining you.

“Sunwoo… come to bed, baby.” you pout tiredly.

He can’t help but melt at your cuteness and begging. Wanting nothing more than to be snuggled up by your side right now.

“I gotta clean myself up first. Give me a minute, sweetheart.”

You’re not sure what he means, not knowing that he came in his underwear. You were too far gone to notice he had an untouched release.

He grabbed a fresh pair of boxer briefs and headed to the bathroom. He quickly removed his sweats and ruined underwear, dealt with the mess, and pulled on the clean underwear.

He took care of himself and walked back into the bedroom, finally joining you and going to do what you wanted to do in the first place.

Once his body hits the bed and settles, he pulls you towards his bare chest and you cling onto him.

You sigh contently as you close your eyes, happily cuddling into him.

With his bare legs entangled with your own, you are made aware that he’s removed his sweats and had to change.

Curious, you decide to ask him why.

He bites his lip before answering, feeling just an ounce of shyness, but honestly who cares? You make him weak all the time. He’s in fucking love with you.

“You made me cum.” he chuckles.

“Really?” you’re shocked and amused.

“Yeah. You squirted, baby. That was so fucking hot. You’ve never done that before, have you?”

“Wait what!?” N-no, I don’t think so. It was so intense. Never felt anything like that before.” you babbled, face reddening.

You’ve never poured out a release like that. Like, squirting? That’s what that was. You’ve obviously heard about it but didn’t think you were capable in doing so.

“Hey— I loved it. Don’t think too much about it. That was probably the hottest thing I have ever seen.” he tells you, making your face heat up even more.

“My little squirter.” he grins from ear to ear, earning him a kick from you to his own leg from underneath the covers at his teasing.

“Hey!” he responds to your kick, hissing but laughing slightly from your action. “That’s a compliment.”

“Let’s just talk more tomorrow, baby.” you roll your eyes playfully, and then shut them. You guys can talk more about this tomorrow. He’s already ripped you away from sleep by wanting to eat you— though, you cannot complain. That was singlehandedly the best oral sex you’ve ever had. But now, you just want to actually go to sleep with your pretty boy.

Sunwoo listens, smiling like an idiot at your figure. He ends the teasing (for now) and lays a kiss over your hair, rubbing your back as you rested against his chest, starting to drift off to sleep.

“I love you so much.” he whispers into the air, thinking you’re asleep already, but he says it anyways.

A quiet giggle surprises him though, making his heartbeat flutter at your beautiful sound.

“I love you, too.”

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timextoxhajima · 2 years

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Right Person, Wrong Time [2/2]

[Part 1]

members: enhypen jake, jay

synopsis: [1st person/omniscient pov] you begin your first day of work with your boyfriend sending you there but amidst all your first-day jitters, you find out that the new CEO-in-training was your best friend who moved away a decade ago.

genres: bf! jake x fem! reader, childhood best friend! jay x fem! reader, angst, fluff, suggestive material, F2L, angst, fluff, crack, established r/s

warnings: cursing

taglist: @changminurheart @allorysayshi @en-boyz @vantxx95 @from-xero @wooyoung-a @changmin-wrlds @nashionalpotatocorner @sapphydean @haechanhues @axartia @sjakewrld @sfthyuka

wc: 10.7k

ost: sunwoojunga - timing | enhypen - just a little bit | keane - somewhere only we know | the 1975 - robbers | urban zakapa - i don’t love you

“is she alright? i thought i heard her,” your mother switches off the kitchen light and sips on a cup of tea. with a little, tight smile, jake turns and closes the door behind him.

“she’s in the bath. i’ll stay until she comes out. thank you,” he takes the mug from her and takes a sip.

“did anything happen at work? she seemed fine when she came home.”

jake stares into the mug. the green swirls diffused from the tea leaves were making it more bitter the longer he waited. if he stayed still long enough, he could see his reflection in the water.

he knew you weren’t okay the moment he saw you. he had devoted the last few years studying the way you responded or reacted - not because he’s a creep but because this was what he expected himself to do when he’s in love.

he’d know what it meant when your lips were quivering or when you drank so much water because you kept swallowing your saliva trying not to cry. he knew what it meant when you couldn’t finish your food, even though you find the most comfort in your mother’s food.

he knew exactly why.

“i’m so sorry!” jake bows to whomever he quite literally ran into. he was waving to you and not looking where he was going. “are you alright? are you injured?”

he had expected to be apologising to someone older than him, maybe in his 30s, but this person? definitely someone his age.

“no, no. i’m alright, don’t worry about it.”

he looked familiar. jake’s definitely seen him somewhere before.

“great, i’m so sorry about that.”

while scanning the taller male, jake notices the keyring dangling from his pocket.

he would recognise that anywhere.

“it’s fine,” jay buttons his blazer.

this was the ghost in all the pictures that you had kept from your childhood. all that time spent listening to your stories of how a certain ‘jay’ had bought you a hello-kitty gashopon keyring outside the winter-clothings store that your parents worked in...

he remembers listening to the fairytales of the mimosa hunting, the cruise, the plush toy and box of letters and the pictures that you kept so fondly to your heart. he’d never admit it or ask about it, but he could tell from the way you spoke about him that you had a soft spot for this ‘jay’.

jake knew that if jay had stuck around, he wouldn’t even get a chance with you.

“have a good day,” jake quickly bows, hiding the sting in his heart.

he had assumed that you’d come home with this huge smile on your face, maybe even bring home the boy in question, but when you didn’t and all you seemed to be doing was stop yourself from crying, jake’s heart is torn two ways.

one day passed, then two, then three and soon more than two weeks had flown by. this parasitical uneasiness had somewhat faded away until the day you came home and told your mother and him over dinner that you had been asked to follow the CEO-in-training to japan.

you had asked him not to tell your mother the CEO-in-training was jay, for she would’ve been more than upset if she knew her non-biological son had been acting like he didn’t know you.

like any other parent proud of her daughter, she encouraged you to go. naturally, jake thought it was the most natural thing to do the same.

but with every word of encouragement and assurance he let out his mouth, the more it ate at his sense of security. it felt like all your attention had been diverted elsewhere.

you’re only with him in person but not in spirit. your heart was elsewhere thinking about why jay had chosen to act like he didn’t know you, replacing all the usual care and concern you provide jake with.

he could be lying on your thighs and letting you play with his hair, but your eyes weren’t on him or your fingers. they were looking up at the ceiling, thinking about something he’d never be able to change or have an impact on.

jake wouldn’t consider himself selfish. in fact, he could understand why you were so upset. if he had a best friend whom he lost contact with and subsequently got ignored by said best friend, he’d cry over it too.

but it feels different when he knew you loved this person, and that the person jake loved seemed to love this someone else more; seemed to prioritise someone else’s attention more.

is his not enough?

at the start, he trusted you.

somewhat.

he was wide awake the night before you left for japan, so when you called at 7am, he had already been drifting in and out of a shitty sleep cycle the entire week. he thought you’d notice his eye bags, but all you noticed was how difficult the trip was going to be.

it’s okay, he thinks. there’s a slither of hope you’ll still come back wholly devoted to him, the same way he’s devoted to you.

jake was more than elated when he can see the beautiful smile on your face through the glass panels at the airport. he’s craning his neck, trying to spot you as you walk into the crowd searching for their luggage.

he recognises your bag - it’s the same bag you like carrying to work - but he doesn’t recognise the blazer you’re wearing.

it looks expensive.

his eyes trail after you as you struggle to pull your luggage off the conveyor belt, but someone else does it for you.

it’s jay, and he’s smiling at you, with eyes that only another boy can identify.

jake can tell something’s changed - you’ve made up. there’s something in the way you’re standing and facing jay that seems different. there isn’t a gap any more.

you look like you just came back from a honeymoon, not a work trip.

jake feels the world slow down around him. his eyes have all been for you the last couple of years, yet it takes almost nothing for yours to turn elsewhere. the guilt in his chest makes him realise he’s starting to lose his trust in you; that he doesn’t trust that this wouldn’t end well.

that was the start.

the start of a little parasite that would grow into a big problem later. one that jake will choose to ignore until he can’t, one that he knows you wouldn’t realise until it’s too late.

one that would completely shatter his heart, maybe even yours, but at least you would have someone else’s shoulder to cry into.

but he wouldn’t blame you. he never will. he knows your heart has just been returned to who was rightfully supposed to have it. jake was just lucky.

my time starts now.

“are your parents here to fetch you?” jay pulls his luggage off the conveyor belt.

“no, they’re working, but my boyfriend is here, i think,” you pull your phone out from the blazer’s pocket and check for messages. “yeah, he’s here.”

jay watches as you turn towards the beyond the departure hall, tiptoeing to look outside. he spots jake before you do, and the stark reminder comes back to haunt him: there’s someone else already waiting for you.

“oh! there he is!” you start jumping, waving your hands in the air like a little child. jake does the same, eyes lighting up like a little puppy and his hair bouncing atop his head. “jay, you have to meet him.”

“do i?” jay chuckles, pushing his luggage alongside you. “it’d be my pleasure.”

“is your dad here?” your eager eyes aren’t even looking at jay now. they’re desperately looking for jake. your companion can feel the disappearing attention.

“yeah, he should be here with mr kwon.”

“do you think it’ll be weird if your dad meets jake?”

“probably not,” jay shakes his head, offering a tiny pout of contemplation. “oh, there he is!”

from afar, you can see jake rushing towards where you were exiting, but jay’s father and his secretary beats him to it.

“welcome home. how was the trip? oh, how was mrs yoon?”

“fine,” jay nods at the duo, eyes slowly drifting to mr kwon. he wasn’t hiding the fact that he was trying to figure out the status between the two of you. “actually, y/n would like you to meet somebody, i think.”

“oh?”

“hey,” you turn and nearly ditch your luggage with jay as you throw your arms around jake, pecking him on the cheek. “how are you? you look like you’ve lost weight!”

he offers you a reassuring smile and shake his head. “did i? i must’ve been playing soccer too much this last week.”

“ah... we’ll go get some good food later, okay? i miss the food here so much,” you ruffle his hair and pull him by the hand back to the party.

“jay, this is jake. jake, jay. you know, my best friend from like... really long ago?”

there’s an unspoken agreement between the two young men. both unsure of it at first, but it’s the handshake that seemed to seal the deal.

jay knows that jake knows.

and jake knows that jay knows.

you, on the other hand, are oblivious.

“ah! the jay? the one with a matching keyring?”

“that’s me,” jay nods, releasing jake’s hand first. “really nice to meet you. y/n’s told me a lot about you on the flight home.”

“oh, mr park! i’d like you to meet jake. he’s my boyfriend,” nearly yanking jake over, you proudly present him like he were some kind of gift or award.

“jake, was it?” the CEO has this fatherly smile on his face as he offers a hand. “really nice to meet you. did i hear something about lunch? why don’t we all go? i know just the place.”

your lips part. something about the thought of everybody being in one place at once is too overwhelming. “oh, that sounds-”

“dad, i think she’s tired from the trip. i’m sure she’d prefer heading home to rest.”

“it’ll just be a quick lunch. i don’t want to disturb you at work and i don’t want to take up your time outside of work,” the CEO convinces with a small pout on his lips.

you turn and look at jay, his eyes soft and understanding. you already know his answer before you even ask it. “will you be okay with that?”

the eager golden retriever puppy nods. “i’m okay.”

you run your hand down the length of his arm and interlock your fingers with his. “i guess we’re having lunch together then.”

this weight of overwhelmingness sits itself in a rollercoaster seat and begins on its own version of a ride. you were sat in the back of a car between jay and jake, and juggling between making sure neither of them felt awkward was harder than it seemed.

there was something that felt frozen in the air, but you couldn’t tell what it was.

“so, jake!” the CEO calls from the front passenger’s seat. mr kwon glances at you in the rear mirror. “how did you meet y/n?”

jake sits up in his corner, hand still tightly holding onto yours like he were afraid you’d let go. “um, she was helping out in her parent’s shop and i play soccer a lot in the field nearby, so whenever i had trainings, my friends and i loved going to their shop to eat after. that’s when i met her and she just seemed like the sweetest, most meticulous person i’ve ever met. i just... knew i had to get to know her. i started finding excuses to have more trainings and then eventually, i just went on my own. she even memorised the orders i usually placed, and gave me more of the free sides without me asking.”

jake turns and grins at you, the honey in his words laying a thick, warm cover over your heart. you suck your lips between your teeth, trying your hardest not to scoff and giggle at his sweetness.

“ah, the good ol’ days... isn’t that right, mr kwon?” jay’s father reaches out and gently taps the driver on the arm. “your parents must be so elated. both your parents!”

“yeah, my parents are really happy i met her,” jake rubs a thumb over your knuckles. “i’m really lucky to have her.”

jay can hear the happiness in his voice.

he can hear how much he’d sacrifice just to see you happy. he can hear how much patience he’d have if you were ever upset over something. he can hear how much he’d give just to spend a second with you.

just you and jake in your little... gashopon bubble, even though he was the one who bought it.

jay turns and looks out the window.

the car falls into a peaceful silence, but then they drive down a familiar road that you would never fail to miss. it’s the road down to by the field that jake was just talking about, and then down the corner on the left was-

“wait. mr park, are we-”

“yep,” he sounds so proud, like he had scored straight As in an exam. “i’ve already told your parents we might be coming for lunch.”

“oh!” the adrenaline fills you instantly. “mum would be so happy to see you!” turning to jay, you’re automatically slapping him on the arm.

“kwon and i dropped by to deliver the tonic and birds’ nest package last week. think they almost couldn’t recognise me.”

“she must’ve been so happy!” the shop shows up as the car turns around the corner, and your mother was already by the entrance waiting for you.

everything slows, but flits past in an instant.

jake opened the door for you, and your first instinct is to run into your mother’s arms. the scent of the food that you always went home to was all over her, so it only made you hungrier. jake greets your mother, like he usually does, and jay’s father gives a small, polite wave with kwon bowing to her.

then she looks at jay, the same way jay’s father looked at you.

she parts her lips, a denying frown gently forming in her forehead as she releases you into jake’s arms and approaches jay.

jay knows he’s not too emotional of a person, but he can’t seem to keep his attention on her for long without needing to swallow all the lumps forming in the back of his throat.

all the days his parents spent away from home and in another country, he spent with yours.

he can smell the delicious foods wafting off her, and it’s doing nothing but return him all the memories that he had shoved into a crook inside his head.

he’s trying to maintain a still face, constantly trying to find enough courage to look at your mother in the eye.

“auntie,” he greets, lowering his head and bowing deeply. her hands, which he hadn’t remembered being so wrinkled, pat him on the shoulder and travel down to his upper arms. he can feel her grip from under the dress shirt and the blazer he was wearing, so he stands back up and bites on his bottom lip.

she has new wrinkles along her eyes and on her forehead, but her smile lines were still the same.

she has the same smile as you do.

then she nods as acknowledgement, reaching up to his face and pouting. she’s trying her best not to cry too.

“look at you,” she whispers. “you look so grown-up!”

jay mirrors her nodding, slowly getting more aggressive as his composure begins to shatter.

“your father tells me you still have my recipes... and that you’ve been trying to recreate them ever since you’ve been let into the kitchen.”

the first tear falls. jay’s grip on the ends of his sleeves tighten. he nods again.

“yeah.”

she chuckles, brushing a lock of hair out of his forehead. “maybe they taste better than mine now, hm?”

he shakes his head violently. “no. no, never. not in a million years.”

the sound of her laughter breaks through the last of his iron resolution, and she pulls him into a hug. “oh, i’ve missed you. so much.”

and like the crybaby he is, jay rests his head over her shoulder.

crash!

your mother rushes into the kitchen, spotting a little tiny, crying jay, squatting over shattered porcelain.

“jay! come here!”

she reaches out and easily picks him out of the mess, squatting to wipe his tears and check his fingers.

“i’m- i’m sorry- i was just trying to- get a cup of- milk-” he chokes through sobs, his cheeks flushed and his tears streaming down his cheeks. your mother looks up from the small cut on his thumb where he had tried to pick up a piece, and she shakes her head reassuringly.

“it’s okay, i have more where those came from,” she stands and ruffles his hair, reaching over to the table and taking a napkin. “don’t touch glass with your bare hands if this happens again, alright?”

and before she can squat back down to clean his wound, jay shoves his face into her stomach, hugging her thighs and sniffling. “i’m sorry.”

“i’m sorry,” his voice cracks as he rests his head into her shoulder. he’s so much taller than her now, he wishes for a moment he was a small boy again, so he could be completely held by her.

she had filled all the gaps his parents didn’t, and even they knew that.

“silly boy, what are you sorry about?” she pats the back of his head, stroking down his neck and shoulders. “you’re here now, aren’t you?”

he nods, a choke and pained groan finally hurtling out between his lips. “i missed you so much. i miss your food, i miss the games we used to play. i’m sorry.”

she’s looking up at the sky and blinking the tears away as well. never was she expecting to have jay, as a young adult, break down in her arms. she wasn’t even expecting to see him, much less have him find so much comfort in her presence.

“it’s okay,” she pats his arm and shoulder. “we can still play the games and do everything else you want to do, hm?”

he nods.

“come, i’ve already steamed some corn and butter.”

there’s a pathetic little cry when he hears her words, and she chuckles as she hooks her arm through his.

jake watches in silence as they enter the shop first. the weight of your head is resting on his arm, and there’s an awkward glance towards the secretary that he didn’t really quite catch the name of.

what party of people is this? why am i involved?

he feels himself being tugged along into the shop after you gesture for the CEO and the secretary to enter first.

jake walks into the shop to jay hugging your father as if that were his father, and there’s a pinch in his gut that’s telling him ‘he’s an outsider’.

but you squeeze his hand through interlocked fingers and rest your head on his shoulder. “don’t worry. it’s just been a really long time since they’ve met jay.”

don’t worry? jake thinks to himself. what is worry when i already know how it’s going to end?

time. that’s what you didn’t have; that’s what you lost. but maybe you were a saint in your past life, or maybe god realised how cruel of a feat it was to take jay away from you.

the adults always dreaded teenagehood - the years where the children became rebellious, where hormones and curiosity isn’t a good combination - but those were the exact years you lost him.

which god thought it was a good idea to introduce to you the idea of love, then strip the one thing that gave you the perfect idea of it from you?

you’re abruptly snapped out of your after-work drowsiness when mr kim slams a palm onto the table and laughs at something a senior marketing researcher says.

there’s a heavy weight of dread that’s been sinking in your chest and your shoulders. thinking about it for days doesn’t help when the conclusion has consistently been ‘i know something is wrong, but i don’t know what it is’.

the chopsticks in between your fingers push and pick up the cut up pieces of food on the barbecue plate, the scent of smoke and food fusing into your clothes. there’s also a heavy waft of beer and soju that the older employees were busy emptying the cans and bottles of.

jay’s father was the star of the table, though he wasn’t really talking much. you admired how he had a way with all his employees, even though they were his subordinates. mr kwon looked like his babysitter, watching after how much he drank while listening to their stories.

he must be going to so many of these, especially if he’s making it a point to be present for all his departments.

it’s inevitable that your eyes finally land on jay, and only then do you realise his were on you. he was sat to the left of his father, and you were on the other end of the table next to mr kim and koo wooshik (who was starting to swap out yang mi rae’s soju for water).

then there’s that little glimmer in his eyes, a slight twitch of a brow and lifted cheeks when you can tell someone’s trying to say something without really saying anything.

you okay? his eyes whisper from the other end of the table.

you nod, giving him a reassuring smile.

after everyone’s stuffed themselves to satisfaction, you were ready to head home. everybody took turns saying goodbye and wishing each other a well weekend, but jay’s father seemed adamant on sending you home.

there were a couple of awkward laughters and smiles from mr kwon and mr kim and jay, who knew better than to have you in the car when you were three-months-new to the company.

“i actually- i think i’m going for a little walk, uncle park. that was a filling dinner-”

“is jake coming to fetch you?”

a pause. one quick glance to jay.

“um, no. jake’s busy tonight.”

“then let jay go with you on that walk, how about that?”

“oh, i don’t think-”

“well, what would your mother think if i let you go on a walk alone?” jay’s father waves a hand in the air as if everybody had come to a consensus. “jay will go on that walk with you. come, jung hwan. let’s go.”

“yes, mr park,” he bows slightly, then turns to look at jay and you. “call her a cab when you’re done.”

jay lowers his head as a form of acknowledgement.

“and you!” his father calls as he crawls into the passenger’s seat. “stop calling me ‘mr park’. how many times do i have to tell you to call me ‘james’?”

you keep a safe distance away from jay as the car moves off, and through the dimmed lights of the car, you can make out his father waving eagerly at you.

“so,” jay starts once the car was out of sight. “do you actually want to go on that walk or were you just avoiding being in the same car as your boss?”

a gentle snicker. “both, but the second one more over the first one.”

the view from the bridge was nostalgic - you always loved walking this route home from the city centre with jake, but you’ll never forget the first time you walked this path.

the sound of water was faint, but audible. back then, there was a ship honk every now and then from a nearby cruise ship or a vessel. the light from the factories out at sea looked like stars that had descended and were floating on the water’s surface.

“come look at this!” your father beckons you over from a little viewing platform along the bridge path. jay was carrying the picnic basket that he had insisted on carrying, and he trottled along behind your father with the basket hitting his sides.

“would you look at that? those are ships. and those blinking lights up there? they’re planes.”

the bridge is alot brighter now, the stars aren’t that obvious anymore. the ferry station isn’t here either. the cruise boarding house relocated elsewhere.

there were times you revisited it in hopes of staring up at the sky and wondering if jay, or even his father, was looking at the same stars. but it got more apparent that you kept mistaking passing planes for stars, the kinds that blink a white and pinkish red and move so little, you’d think it’s a star.

“i have to ask,” jay begins, calmly sliding his hands into his pockets as you stroll alongside him. “how... what happened to you?”

“what do you mean ‘what happened to me’?” with a bewildered smile, you turn and look at him, chuckling under your breath. “you make it sound like i did a 180 degree turn and i’m just... not the person you used to know.”

jay bites on his bottom lip in an attempt to hide his ridiculous grin.

“no, you know i meant it in like... a ‘what did i miss’ way. things would’ve been... vastly different, had they not gone the way it did. i thought for the longest time that that was it, like i’d never see you again.”

there’s a light silence that falls between them, other than the sound of water below the bridge. a little ball of panic forms in jay’s chest when he realises he might’ve said too much.

he doesn’t know his words have left somewhat of a mark on your thoughts - is he as regretful as he sounds?

“hm,” you hum, looking down at your hands and sucking in a deep breath. ignore it. “after you left, i really had to grow some balls of steel and make new friends. trying to find somebody that i could tell every single detail of my life got harder as i grew older. especially when these details aren’t as simple as they were when we were ten.”

“mm,” jay nods. “if it’s of any comfort, it was the same for me. new country, new... genre of people. i actually... i actually cried,” jay chuckles. “i cried when i realised i was going to be in that new space for years to come. that was what my father was talking about when he said i cried looking for you.”

“aw, i knew you were a crybaby but i didn’t think you’d cry looking for me,” with a gentle nudge, you give him a push on his upper arm.

“you know i’d look for you no matter where i go.”

the whoosh from a passing car blows the hair into your face as you look at him, tired eyes scanning his face and the little pout he has on his lips.

“i did not want to do what my dad told me he wanted me to do. but then the thought of seeing you again, at home. it convinced me.”

jay slows down in his footsteps and waits for you to stop to turn and look at him. his eyes are glossed over, probably from the cold, but there’s a small smile on his lips as he stares at you.

you can’t read it for the life of you and for the well-being of your own heart and soul, you hope you’re reading it wrong. you can tell he’s missed you, you can see it in the way his pupils are darting between your eyes and searching for face for something.

it’s almost like he’s waiting for something, not just anything.

there’s a horrid, grave feeling that settles in your lungs when you realise how much worry is beginning to brew in your stomach. there’s an intrusive thought, a scene from a guilty daydream about jay coming to cup your face and tell you that he’s loved you for the last fifteen years, and you’d tell him that you feel the same way.

but that is a daydream that will haunt you for as long as you keep it buried, because all you can hear in the back of your head is jake’s laughter, the way he likes slurping his yoghurt and how much he loved soccer.

the dream sentences you to a lifetime of guilt that will eventually eat you up from the inside. your heart begins to wither when it realises the sin it has committed.

jay keeps his distance, only breaking the staring with a gentle chuckle and a deep breath. “enough about me,” he steps forward and nods you off. “any boyfriends before jake? anybody you absolutely hate?”

as you gently place the photoframe on your desk, something in the tips of your fingers numb. your fingerpads brush against the wooden frame of the picture, and there’s a subconscious smile that surfaces on your lips as you stare at his.

“aw, cute,” mi rae walks past behind you as she places a document on the table next to your hand. “maybe i should go check if my hair dryer’s waterproof.”

“come on,” you turn and chuckle, reaching for the file and opening it up.

“what’s his name? how long have you been together?” she sits at her desk next to yours, using her feet to drag the roller chair along and bumps shoulders with you. “he’s cute.”

“jake. and uh... three years next month, actually,” you smile politely at her, watching her admire him in the picture.

“for some reason, i assumed you were single and i thought that you’d end up with jay,” she nonchalantly comments. mi rae returns the photoframe back to its original position and scoots back to her desk. “that’s the programme flow for the conference later this week by the way. wooshik is presenting the deck but you still have to actively listen for any q&a regarding the japan trip.”

“okay, thank you.”

your face remains towards the document, but your eyes are back on the photo.

i thought so too.

jay was one of those things you never knew you needed until you actually lost him. maybe you were too young and took things for granted, that having a friend to confide in was something that seemed to come by so easily. but as you grew older, there was a thought - the thought distant but never lost - how would your friendship have evolved had he not gone away?

“do you think mr kim’s like- the nicer parent or the stricter parent?” mi rae unclips her hair, letting her haphazardly-dyed brown hair topple over the cotton-pink cardigan.

if wooshik stared anymore, mi rae would think he’s a creep.

with a gentle tap on his arm, you frown at him, and he immediately takes the hint before clearing his throat. “liberal. he’s got the piercings, doesn’t he? i’d expect that he’d be more liberal.”

“hm,” mi rae taps her staff card on the gantry and it beeps open. you’re staring at wooshik tap his tagwhen mi rae whistles softly, suddenly leaning backwards into you as you get through the gantry as well. “ooh, boyfriend alert.”

that cues you to look up from the tag in your hands. jake gets up from the sofa in the guest lobby right opposite the admin counter where nam go eun works at. in his arms was a single stalk of a pink rose.

“hey,” you greet him quietly as you walk towards him, straying from your colleagues. “why the pink rose?”

jake looks down at it and thinks for a moment, but he doesn’t share. “no reason. it’s been awhile since i’ve given you flowers anyway.”

“you didn’t remember our anniversary wrong, did you?” he hands you the flower and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“‘course not. when have i remember our dates wrongly?”

you turn and look up at him, whose bright doe eyes look like they’d do anything for you. there’s an intrusive thought of a different person that destroys the moment, but mi rae comes to your aid instead.

“hiiiii,�� there’s a teasing smile on her lips as she kind of tip-toe-dances into the scene. “you must be jake!”

“i am said ‘jake’,” he grins and nods, licking his lips.

“i’m mi rae,” she holds out a hand. “y/n has your photo on her desk, happy advanced third anniversary.”

“ah,” jake’s enthusiasm seems to die down. his voice goes low and his shoulders sink and something is wrong. he takes her hand. “thank you.”

then there’s an awkward silence that forces you to mentally take jake apart. just by looking at his eyebags, you could tell something was keeping him awake at night, even if he didn’t say it.

jake’s the type to keep his problems to himself because he doesn’t want to burden anybody else.

“you should’ve told me you were coming down, then i’d have dinner with you.”

jake hums in response, thinking of what to say. he was carrying your briefcase in his free hand, and the other interlocked with your fingers. his fingertips are cold, and the weight on his shoulders seemed to spread evenly thoughout his body.

there isn’t a childish swinging of your hands today, nor does he tease you by kissing your hair and cheek.

“it’s okay, i wanted it to be a surprise. i could just order some food to your place if you don’t mind.”

“oh, my mum would probably have some leftover noodles from the store if you don’t mind those.”

“you know i wouldn’t,” he smiles and finally looks up from his feet and at you. his eyes dart between yours and then all over your face like he was trying to find something. the grave feeling in your stomach refuses to leave you.

“are you alright?” a little frown on your forehead gives it away. jake doesn’t seem to be able to look you in the eye anymore. “you seem... tired. is there something bothering you?”

jake’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. he’s considering it, but-

“no. i’m just tired from soccer just now. and then i was greedy for wanting to see you tonight so i thought it would be a good idea to surprise you after work. i didn’t realise how heavy it would make this seem.”

“you know you can tell me anything, don’t you?” the corner of your parent’s shop is right around the bend, but you stop him at the junction and pull him to face you. “something is bothering you. why won’t you tell me?”

he gulps. sucking his lips between his teeth and then pouts, sniffling. he looks up at the traffic light and watches as the red man remains. he shakes his head. “nah, i’m okay.”

a pout surfaces on your lips as you push his face to look at you. “please?”

he turns back to look at you. he looks you in the eyes, then at your brows and your hair and tucks a lock behind your ear.

“i just want you to know that i love you,” then down to your hand where he drags his thumb over your knuckles. “i... love you.”

your brows furrow. “what’s wrong?”

“i don’t want to have this conversation with you now.”

“if not now, then when?”

jake frowns and sucks in a deep breath, reaching up to hold your hand holding his cheek. he sandwiches both your palms between his, and pats the back of your right one as he formulates the words in his head. he exhales.

the standing red man switches to the green walking man. the light is so bright, you could see the green in jake’s eyes, but only because he already seemed to be tearing up.

“i... love you so much... that i don’t think i can see you happier with someone else.”

your heart drops. into your stomach, then into your feet and then into hell. instantly, you know what - no, who - he’s referring to.

“i... jay? that’s who you’re worried about?”

his voice comes out as a soft whisper. “aren’t you?”

“what are you talking about?”

“i’m talking about the fact that if he didn’t leave back then, you would’ve gotten together with him. we’re only together now because there wasn’t him.”

“just because he’s back now, doesn’t mean it’ll change our relationship.”

“that’s what you think but i see the way he looks at you,” he pauses. “and i see the way you look at him.”

“we were best friends back then.”

“and that is something i will never have with you. all these memories and values that you have... they are all with him.”

“these aren’t god-level values, jake. you, me, we’re together because you have them too.”

he winces and gulps, dropping his head again. there’s a vein that’s coming out on his forehead. he’s fighting a goliath in his head that’s on the verge of making him cry.

“we’re together because he left. what do you not understand about that?”

“i- what is there to understand?”

jake parts his lips, ready to explain your own predicament to you - but he stops, and then gently shakes his head.

“you... you don’t know you like him.”

“what? no, i don’t. look, you are just... tired and you need to have dinner and go home and get some sleep-”

“no, look me in the eye and tell me that if jay hadn’t left back then, you wouldn’t even consider dating him. you’re telling me that if he stayed, you wouldn’t think about getting together with him?”

his eyes are darting frantically between yours now, like a desperate attempt to search for the ‘no’ he’s looking for.

but he can’t find it. not when your own resolution is caving in, not when your heart knows the answer too.

that’s the downfall of being in love with someone - jake knows your heart even better than you do.

he blinks and looks down at the floor. “i thought so too.”

“that’s hypothetical. whatever you just said to me- it’s hypothetical. jay did leave, we met and we’re together now, isn’t that what’s important?”

“you being happy is important to me. so if i know there’s someone out there that you’d definitely be happier with than when you’re with me then how can i just... keep you?”

“are you- are you really just going to let jay’s presence come between us?”

jake shakes his head.

“it wasn’t him that came between us,” he looks up, face filled with anguish and defeat. “i came between you two.”

your lips are dry. your vision is slightly blurred out. “jake... i don’t know what you want me to do or say.”

“you don’t have to do or say anything,” he purses his lips into a forced smile. “that’s what the flower is for.”

jake drags his palms up your hands and to your shoulders, pulling you in so he can press a kiss to your forehead.

“happy advanced third anniversary.”

life slows down.

jake had sent you home to your doorstep that night and said nothing thereafter. you weren’t sure if it was smart to text him, but a part of you decided not to add salt to his wounds. wounds that you didn’t even know you had inflicted.

no calls. no texts. you would’ve sent him one or two, but you wouldn’t know what to say either.

a day crawled by, then two and three and in another week, it would be your actual third anniversary.

that, unfortunately, you would’ve been unable to celebrate with him anyway because of a company dinner jay’s father organised.

jay hadn’t been around much since the last department dinner. you’ve seen him down the hallways tailing his father or mr kwon but other than a wave or a smile, you hadn’t really had the chance to catch him in a conversation.

not that you needed it.

the table was bustling when you arrive with mi rae and wooshik.

“oi, where’s your department manager?” mrs yoon pops up from next to jay’s father.

“mrs yoon!” the surprise in your voice cues her to throw an arm around you, and before you knew it, she sat you next to her - and right opposite jay. “how are you? is this dinner for you?”

“ah- that’s the question for the boss himself, hm?” she waves it off, turning to jay’s father and grinning.

she starts talking about japan the last couple of months since you left, but none of it is going into your head. your eyes are stuck to the empty cutlery on the table before you, afraid to look up.

jay would see through you like a pane of glass if you did. one look and he’d know instantly that something was wrong.

but remember what i said about loving someone to the point where you’d know their heart?

something jabs your shin under your table. it’s jay’s foot.

you ignore it the first time, convincing yourself he accidentally kicked you.

but he does it again, and this time, you fail to stop yourself from looking up.

his brows are furrowed back, lids hung over his orbs as he desperately but subtly tries to read your eyes.

“do you need anything to drink?” he clears his throat, quickly pulling the drinks menu from mr kwon and sliding it across the table to you.

“um, no,” your ears turn back on. you’re relieved to note that mrs yoon had turned her storytelling to jay’s father and mr kwon. “sorry, i’m just... feeling a little under the weather.”

“oh, sweet!” mrs yoon somehow hears the lie. “are you alright? do you need some tea? oh, you must be worked to the bone!”

“no! no, i’m- i’m fine. i’m just a little tired, but it’s okay- everybody here’s tired-”

“oh, james- would you send the girl home?”

“what? no, it’s fine, mrs yoon-”

“hm? y/n’s not feeling well? are you okay? is it a stomachache or-”

“dad-”

“james, call her a cab or i will.”

“dad, let me-”

“shall i call a cab, mr park? miss l/n does look a little under the weather.”

“what has ji hyuk been asking you to do?”

the simultaneous voices feel like constant pricks on your skin. you hurriedly stand and back away from the table, clearing your throat and picking up your briefcase.

“i’m- i’m so sorry, uncle. i-” you instantly turn to jay’s father, shooting jay himself a side glance as well. “i’m really not feeling the best, so... i think i will take my leave. i’m sorry for the disturbance.”

“oh,” he looks up and blinks a couple of times. he has the same look of concern jay has, and it tears you apart. “don’t worry about it. please,” he stands and gestures to his secretary.

“no! it’s alright, you don’t have to call me a cab. i- i might just hurl if i get into a car. it’s still early so i can walk back on my own.”

“are you sure? can i get jay to-”

“no! no. please.”

now, the entire table knows you’re being a nuisance.

“i’m sorry. i’ll see you all at work monday morning.”

bursting out of the restaurant feels like it should’ve gotten the weight off your shoulders, but all it does is incite the internal caving in. the cold wind rushes over the curves of your face, drying your eyes that were already beginning to tear.

the ache of imagining jake sobbing his eyes out in his bed the last couple of weeks makes you sick to the stomach. the pavement becomes blurry to look at.

then, there’s the guilt. the memory of wanting jay more than anything in the world, the memory that this yearning far supercedes wanting jake rips you into shreds. it makes you question if you even deserve him, if you even deserve either of them.

“fuck!” you scream and kick the tree you stop by. a couple walking by turn to stare at you, but you can’t care less. so you stumble to the bench by the tree and flop down into the thin wooden planks, throwing your head back and looking up at the sky.

faint, rushed footsteps become the source of your new found frustration though, when you can hear it get louder, and then around the corner of the street, it stops.

don’t look. don’t look. don’t look.

you turn your head, neck still reading against the backrest of the bench.

there’s jay, in his adult grey blazer and adult dress pants and adult shoes and the tie that’s flopping around after running and being blown about in the wind.

his hair is in a mess, and his shoulders immediately relax after he spots you on the bench. you turn back to look at the night sky - that’s dimmed from all the light pollution around you - until you can smell jay’s washed out cologne wafting across your face.

the end of the bench creaks when he sits next to you, and you can hear the deep breath he takes.

he sits in silence for a few minutes, and they were the worst few minutes of your entire life. even without a word, you can imagine all the thoughts in his head. he probably wants to ask about jake, but can’t bring himself to poke a needle into the gash in your heart. he probably wants to ask if you’re okay, but knows that it’s a stupid question.

hell, he probably knows this is because of him.

what will he think?

“i’m sorry about making a scene,” you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.

jay sniffles, glancing at you in the corner of your eye before pulling his blazer off and resting them over your shoulders. he scoots back to the end of the bench, careful to maintain the gap between the two of you.

“you’re lucky nobody hates you.”

“if they didn’t, they probably do now.”

jay scoffs softly, leaning back onto the rest and rubbing his hands together on his lap.

“do you wanna tell me what happened or would you prefer if i left you alone?”

a car drives by. a group of students rush past behind you and into the convenience store, talking about getting instant noodles and coffee.

“i fucked up.”

there’s a soft ding-dong as they enter the store. their voices are muffled once the door closes.

“it was my job to give him the assurance, but i didn’t. i had hurt him way before i realised, and when i finally did... it was too late.”

jay blinks, looking from the street to his hands.

he knows who you’re talking about, even though you hadn’t mentioned his name once.

it had been a couple of days. jay had been looking at the computer screen and sipping on his morning coffee when nam go eun buzzed him on the intercom.

“morning.”

“morning, mr park. there’s a ‘jake sim jae yun’ here to see you, but he mentioned he hadn’t made an appointment. can i check your availability?”

jay immediately looks away from the screen and sets down his mug. “um... could you ask how long he’ll be?”

“okay. excuse me, mr sim, how long would you be with mr park? ah- alright. he says he should be under ten.”

jay gulps, standing and stretching his shoulders.

“alright, send him up.”

jay would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. why was the boyfriend of the love of his life coming to visit him, personally, at the office?

he rubs his hands together, finding himself suddenly rushing to pack his office. centralise the little vase on the table between the single-seater sofas. refill the water flask on the pantry shelf. clear the stray pens off his desk.

bzzt.

"mr park? mr sim is here."

startled, jay almost swipes the intercom off his table. "shit," he hisses first, then jabs the button on his intercom that opens the door as well. "door's open."

he hears nam go eun bidding jake goodbye as she steps away, and jay mentally prepares himself as he looks up, eyes immediately locking with jake's.

"hey," jay greets like he was meeting an old friend after a long time.

"hey. look, i know you're busy. i said i'd take 10 minutes and i'll keep it at that."

"yeah, no, sure, it's fine," jay waves it off and gestures to the sofa seaters. "can i get you anything to drink? tea, coffee, water?"

“actually, i just wanted to talk to you about y/n.”

the name strikes a chord. “why? is she okay? didn’t she clock into work today?”

jake licks his lips and bites on his bottom one. “i... don’t know the answers to two of those questions, but i can tell you why. we had... a disagreement.”

the taller leans back on his hips, pulling his shoulders back as he stands straight from the response.

“we’re not together anymore, or at least... that’s what i’m hoping she knows.”

“what? what happened? what do you mean you ‘hope she knows’? how can she not know she had a break up?”

jake swallows, wishing with every ounce in him that he didn’t have to spell it out for jay.

“do you love her?”

the question catches jay off-guard. he thinks he’ll get punched in the jaw if he says ‘yes’, so out comes a snarky scoff as he quickly looks away instead.

“what? please, she’s just a friend. i couldn’t ever-”

“i can’t tell you how much she does, but i know she loves you too.”

jay turns and looks at him. “you can’t say that. you don’t know how she feels.”

“no, i know. i know because that’s how she used to look at me.”

a guilty wave of happiness washes through him, but jay is quick to collect himself again.

“do you love her?” he asks again. this time, jay can’t find it in him to relent or hide the truth.

“yes.”

“did you come back in hopes of getting together with her?”

jay finds it hard to believe he has thought about all these questions. it’s like jake had this entire conversation with himself, plotted out the responses or follow-up questions for every single scenario.

“that would’ve been a dream,” jay admits. “but seeing her was enough.”

“why did you ignore her? was it because of me?”

“yeah. i saw you on the first day of work, realised she had a boyfriend and decided to... keep a distance.”

jake gently closes his eyes and breathes. “it broke her heart. i know you did it with good intentions but... the fact that she had so much to say about you not saying anything to her told me alot.”

if their hearts could thump any harder, they’d both be able to hear it.

“i know this might seem irresponsible of me but she won’t accept the break up unless it’s by force, and i don’t want her to stay with me when i know she loves someone else.”

“everything you’re saying is based on assumption. how do you know this is how she feels?”

jake purses his lips and shows a small smile. “i think right now what’s left is the two of you discussing your feelings. it’s no longer my business how she feels about you, because i know, but it seems like you don’t.”

jay looks up from his hands and at you. it hurt to see the tears collecting in the corner of your eyes - he thought that perhaps jake had gotten it wrong, and that you still loved him - but then you turn to look at him with eyes yearning for so much comfort that he couldn’t resist.

he scoots across the bench and automatically sets his shoulder by yours, and it’s the most natural thing for you to lean your head against him.

“do you think you could’ve offered him any more assurance that would change anything?” jay whispers. the question is a joining puzzle piece for you.

“i don’t know.”

the group of kids come out of the convenience store, giggling with ice cream and ice-popsicles.

“did you know? or rather... what do you think... is happening?”

jay inhales a deep breath, feeling your head move on his shoulder. “too many things. i don’t think you’re in the right headspace to think about this and i don’t think i have the authority to share my opinion.”

“but your opinion’s important.”

“and you’re going through a backhanded break up,” jay turns and tries to talk into your hair, but he remembers the invisible wall that’s been there forever. “i don’t think my opinion matters now, or at least... not yet.”

he hears you hum in response - he doesn’t know if you agreed or even listened.

“i just didn’t think it’d end this way.”

“but did you know it’d end?”

a pause.

“yeah. i knew... the moment i caved when we were in japan and asked you and you told me you’d never leave me, and then again when we were on that bridge your father used to take us to and you told me you came back because of me. i realised i had begun daydreaming about you and all the time we lost... instead of thinking about what i had with jake,” a deep sigh. “it feels so detached. i shouldn’t be able to say this all to you so easily, especially when you were the cause of all this. no offence.”

“none taken.”

“i just wish i knew you’d come back, then i wouldn’t have gotten into a relationship with jake and had his heart broken.”

“as much as he’s hurting now, i’m sure he doesn’t regret it. you must’ve had so many good times and memories with him.”

“you think?” a small smile pulls your lips as you sit up, turning to him with the tears dried in the corners of your eyes.

“i know,” jay returns the smile.

jay stares sombrely at jake, unable to process the entire conversation. even searching for a reply was difficult. jake can read the confusion and the inability to respond, so he purses his lips and takes a brave step forward.

“i don’t know how you two are going to play out, or what her immediate response to this whole thing will be, but i’m not one to sit around and watch as someone else becomes her best shot at happiness. i’ve... made plenty of amazing memories with her, but you were the one who made her the way she is now. call it a conscience, but i won’t stand between the two of you when you clearly belong together.”

he holds out his hand and sucks in a deep breath. “i trust you’ll take good care of her.”

jay looks down first, then back up at jake’s eyes before he slowly takes his hand. “with everything i have.”

“okay, okay! what can you break without holding or touching it?”

“oh! um- um- um-!”

“promise,” wooshik whispers into mi rae’s ear.

“a PROMISE!” mi rae stands and points at you before turning to wooshik on the couch next to her. “aye, that brain of yours- you could give me half of it and i’d still be dumber than you.”

you shake your head disapprovingly as you set down the game card, sliding it across the table to mi rae. “cheating, i’d say.”

“alright, that was our last round, wasn’t it?” jay leans back in his chair and yawns. “time to go home.”

“we did not invite you to come be a party pooper, mr CEO-in-training,” mi rae rests her fists on her hips and holds her arms akimbo.

“what do you mean?” jay laughs and stands, picking up his bag. “look at the time. go home and get some rest, you have that report due next week, don’t you? don’t think you should be out wasting your weekend away when you should be-”

“oh, blah!” mi rae waves him off, grabbing her purse in a swift motion. “would you tell your man to back off? i can’t do it, he’d fire me!”

“i would not!” jay trails quickly after mi rae, leaving the room behind her. wooshik stays for a moment with you in the game room, looking up at you who was standing.

“how are you holding up?” he quietly asks, carefully stacking the plastic cups and tidying up the table of now-empty snack bowls.

“alright,” you turn to him and give him a small smile. “thanks for asking.”

“i hope you don’t take it to heart that mi rae says these things so mindlessly,” he stands and pats down his shirt. “mr kim’s been loading her with decks to present and emails to send out so.”

“i heard. it’s alright, it doesn’t bother me.”

wooshik reaches out and gently pats your shoulder. hurried footsteps return to the game room and jay’s head pops out around the frame of the door, with mi rae’s right below his.

“you two coming or having a sleepover?” mi rae raising a curious brow.

“we’re going!” wooshik gestures to the table. “we’re just cleaning up the mess the both of you made!”

perhaps this was how it meant to turn out. perhaps it wasn’t. but as you walk down the corridor with jay and mi rae bickering with each other, wooshik pulls out his phone to show you the pictures he took with mi rae on their third date.

you know because he wouldn’t really shut up about it.

then there’s jay, hesitant to make a move and change your dynamics. you know for a fact he’s been going back and forth with himself in his head like a fencing match about whether he should be making a move - after all, it’s been a couple of months since jake broke up with you.

but he hasn’t, and you know it’s because he’s waiting for you to be ready for it when it happens. yet, the question is: are you?

“you sure you guys don’t want a ride home? i’m already driving y/n home.”

“and be a couple of cockblocks? pshht, no!”

you roll your eyes and shake your head at her.

“i’ll see her home, don’t worry. see you guys monday,” wooshik carefully tugs on mi rae’s cardigan, sliding her purse off her shoulder and taking it instead. “night! text when you guys get home.”

“use protection!” mi rae giggles before wooshik disapprovingly pulls her back towards the nearest bus stop.

“goodnight!” jay waves, and gets two in return.

the saturday night wind brushes across your face as he turns around to face you, nodding in the direction of the carpark.

“i’m surprised your dad let you drive.”

“oh, my dad was perfectly fine with it. mr kwon was the one who was adamant on sending a chauffeur but i convinced him i didn’t need a chaperone if i’m hanging out with you.”

“you know,” you get the door open, but pause at it. “i think mr kwon doesn’t like me very much.”

“don’t think he likes anybody much except my father,” jay laughs and stands beside you.

you turn and offer him a small, confused smile, hand on the top rim of the car door. “what?”

“what do you mean ‘what’? get in.”

“i can close the door on my own, jay,” you laugh and gently jab him in the shoulder, trying to shove him back. but he doesn’t budge, instead, resting his palms on the rim of the door - fingers just barely brushing against yours - and the other on the roof of the car.

he leans forward, slowly, and for a moment, your heart stops.

but then, out comes a harsh blow into your face, and a frown cements into your forehead with bewilderment.

“there was a thing in your eye lashes,” he clears his throat, then proceeds to fix your fringe that he blew out of place. “get in the car, woman! else i’ll just take off without you.”

resentment. anger. shame.

he presses a hand on your head and pushes you into the car, ignoring the look of ‘i’m gonna fucking kill you’ plastered to your face.

the door slams shut as he closes it, and you’re frowning to yourself with your tongue poking the inside of your cheek as he walks around the vehicle.

just who does he think he is? wasn’t he the one being all mushy and shit back then? is he toying with me now? what the actual fu-

the door opens and the car jerks when he dumps himself into the driver’s.

he sits in still silence - even the air-conditioning wasn’t on - so you turn and look at him with the most confused eyes you could muster.

“are we not going?”

jay chuckles, sniffling and resting a palm on the steering wheel. “i was just- sorry, i just can’t get over the look on your face.”

“what?” is he joking? “what in the actual fuck are you-”

then this rush of courage waves through jay from his hips and up his torso, propelling his hands to reach across the length of the centre console.

it wasn’t the most comfortable kiss, you’ll admit it, but jay had managed to hold your face with both his hands, thumbs on your cheeks and his fringe tickling your lids.

his breath is hot, but slow - he’s trying his best not to hyperventilate into your nostrils. frankly, you were surprised with how beautifully his head was tilted to fit yours, but he must be stretching something in his body, for his breathing slowly begins to shake and you interrupt this moment with a light giggle.

“what?” he pulls away, eyes widened and cautious.

“nothing,” you laugh and shake your head, face still in his palms. “you’re gonna pull a muscle if you stay in that position.”

“oh,” he gingerly blinks, hurriedly pulling his hands away and retreating into his seat. “sorry. it played out alot better in my head.”

you bite your bottom lip and look forwards, tasting the coca-cola sweetness from the lollipop he had earlier. “‘better’ as in, seeing if i was gonna punch you in the jaw for whatever nonsense you just pulled outside?” raising an unhappy brow with a side-glance, you squint at him.

“i was... testing the waters.”

“oh,” you reply sarcastically, shaking your head and looking out the window. “well, water’s cold now, so.”

“aw, just shut up and leave the moment alone, will you?” jay huffs, embarrassed and irritated. he pulls the car into drive and moves out of the carpark.

there’s an amateur kind of puppy love hanging in the air as jay drives you home, the innocent glances in the reflection of the glass and the long inhales, thinking about what to say, but then... nothing comes out.

you managed through the 10 minute drive in silence, only for jay to get out of the car (read: hurtle) just to get the door open for you.

this whole situation feels stupid, you think. who is this man and what has he done with jay?

when you get to your doorstep, the light’s already off - your parents have gone to sleep knowing you were out with your colleagues and your best fr-

“so... about that just now,” jay shoves his anxious hands into his pockets, looking up at you from the bottom of the stairs. you turn, looking down at him and watching the porch light illuminate all the high points of his face.

his nose, his brows, cheekbones and eyes. his upper lip - that seemed to have been stained by your lipstick.

“what about it?” the coyness in your face puts a snarky smirk on jay’s face as he scoffs.

“my bad. for being a jerk,” he nods and begins slowly going up the stairs.

“ah, aren’t you ten minutes too late?” your eyes slowly travel from looking down to looking up when he finally stands on the same platform as you, his shadow covering your eyes and the only things visible on his face his bright eyes.

“i was ten years too late,” he whispers now, reaching up to cup your cheek and tilting his head. “i think you can handle ten minutes.”

this time, it’s perfect.

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