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“ ࣭⸰ ★ EYE OF AFFECTION . . .
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀NCT127 ; jeong jaehyun x fem reader (12.9k)
⊹ ⠀⠀ for as long as he can remember, jae's world has been in black and white - giving him no reason to appreciate his mother’s profession as an artist and the beauties that art can provide. however, an accidental meeting with you gives him reason to doubt his former beliefs - proving to him that there may be true beauty in a world that’s void of everything bright, that beauty being the sunshine that you provide.
contains; colorblind!jae, painter!reader, jae's mom is reader’s art mentor, jae hates art, strangers to lovers, major crushing from both sides, slow burn but also not slow burn (like a nice simmering burn), swearing, fluff, kissing, reader acts like she’s on an adrenaline rush 24/7, jealousy, angst, explosive arguments, lowkey toxic, extremely inaccurate depictions of colorblindness!!, johnny is jae's bestie, happy ending!
author's note; hi guys this fic is finally back in the nct tumblr world,, i have this posted on my main blog for blue lock under the name 'rationalism' if u see any name errors that's why,, enjoy!!
Whenever the sun meets its peak at the high dawning point in the sky is when Jaehyun knows it's a perfectly acceptable time to visit his oh-so-beloved mother. If he could, he would spend every waking moment with her - he’s a momma’s boy through and through - not only because she birthed him and taught him everything he knows, but because she’s kind and good. She’s also one of - scratch that - she’s the only person he can stand to be around for more than twenty four hours - and he takes great pride in having such a wonderful woman in his life.
However, despite how dearly he holds his mother to his heart, the issue with visiting her at this time of day is that she’s in her art studio. A place he loathes more than having to wear wet socks with sneakers. While it’s a beautiful space, with high wooden beams and floor to ceiling windows, he finds himself nauseous at the mere sight of the countless tubes of oil and acrylic paints. It’s not that the smell or colors are distasteful, it’s the fact that no matter how hard he squints and struggles, he cannot fathom what the simple color red looks like.
Complete black and white color blindness isn’t a life threatening condition in the slightest, but for Jaehyun, it feels as if he’s being stabbed through the sternum at any notion of the changing leaves or colorful streaks of light across the sun-setting sky.
He doesn’t hate his mother for being an artist, he simply hates the art itself.
And he especially hates pieces of art like the one sitting before him, now. With the blobs of squares and triangles against the supposedly white canvas, sitting perky on the easel as if to mock him - he decides to reach his hand out - and remind himself how emotionally detached acrylic paints make him feel. It’s wet, he observes, rubbing his thumb and pointer finger together to mix the possibly different hues. Jaehyun hopes he didn’t ruin the artist’s painting in any way, he wouldn’t know if he’d accidentally smeared shading or contrasting primaries - but surely the artist could fix it in a jiffy.
“Do you like it?”
Well, that certainly isn’t his mother’s voice.
“I tried using cooler tones in the corner here, and then migrated towards warmth in the lower portion.” You’re beside him now, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with his position, and completely ignoring his personal space - all while he’s never met you before this day. Your finger is extended, pointing towards the artistic decisions you’re elaborating on that, in all honesty, he doesn’t give two shits about. “I’m thinking about sketching some paper cranes on top of it all, I want it to represent the change of seasons.”
“What do you think?”
You’re staring at him now, bright eyes shining with curiosity. Jaehyun is at a loss for words, mostly due to your unannounced appearance in the studio, but also because you’re possibly the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes on - which is shocking, considering the sight of thick paint smudged against a person’s face typically sends him running the opposite direction. He’s never felt an immediate connection to the women of his past - however you, a strange girl who resembles a dog waiting for its treat, has his heart beating at twice the rate.
“I like this shape.” Jaehyun purses his lips into a straight line, never having felt so awkward in his whole life. “This square is nice, too.”
You look utterly unimpressed with his evaluation. Your nose is scrunched in distaste and the fold beneath your right eye seems to be twitching in disapproval for your own artwork. “That’s all that you like?” You step ever so slightly closer to him, chin tilted up to meet his gaze, before retreating quickly and coddling your painting. “Perhaps I overestimated my color palette. I really thought it would be the outstanding moment of this piece, but I guess I could rework it if the shapes are all that matter—”
“Did you touch my painting?”
Oh boy, he’s in for it now.
A nervous laugh leaves his mouth, embarrassing him further as he reaches up to scratch the back of his neck in an attempt to look casual, only for you to grab his wrist out of thin air. “Oh my god, you did!” Your mouth is agape, inspecting his tattered skin in shock - yet somehow he knows that you aren’t truly upset with him - you don't seem like that kind of person. “Did you not realize that you’ve got scarlet red all over your palms?”
Jaehyun’s mind is blank, his ability to form coherent sentences is gone, and he can only muster up the cheesiest, most terribly dreadful joke that he’s said in the twenty three years he’s been alive.
“I guess you caught me red handed?”
There’s a moment of silence, with the two of you displaying the most aloof expressions either of you have ever made, until your face lights up with laughter. He doesn’t understand what could possibly be so funny - his joke was awful - but the sound of your contagious fits of giggles make his heart feel a little bit warmer in a place that he commonly feels suffocated in. For the first time, the studio gives him a sense of comfort rather than distress - and he knows it's because he’s developing a very clear crush on the pretty girl beside him.
You’re hysterical, resembling that of insanity while Jaehyun is simply stuck in time. He can’t tell if he should be steadying you before you trip over your own feet or if he should simply take his leave and forget this day ever happened.
“I don’t mean to be rude,” he begins, watching you wipe a tear of laughter from the crinkle of your right eye, “but why are you here? Do you have an appointment, because I could’ve sworn there weren’t any other people that were allowed in the studio at this hour—”
“Oh, I do know you!” The volume of your voice just seems to get louder and louder. “You must be Miss Jeong’s son! She always mentions how lovely her little boy is, I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you! Though, I expected you to be like six or seven, not my age. She should’ve mentioned that you were handsome, not cute - she really chose every adjective other than the ones that wouldn’t make you sound like a primary schooler.”
Does she ever stop talking? Jaehyun doesn’t think he’s ever heard another person ramble on-and-on like you do. Normally he’d have ended the conversation by now, walked away without a second thought of whether he acted rude or not, but he knows that his mother would strangle him if he was to blatantly disregard her current favorite student. The student that she loves telling him stories about at the dinner table every Sunday night as he’s just trying to eat his fingerling potatoes in peace.
The same student who he’s somehow enjoying talking to - though it’s mostly just you talking to his blank face - and is causing a soft yellow blush to form on his cheeks. He doesn’t actually know if yellow is the color related to blushing, but he thinks he’s read it somewhere before.
“Anyways, to answer your question—”
Jaehyun feels like he’d asked you hours ago.
“—I’d walked all the way to the train station and realized I’d forgotten my wallet here - which is strange because normally I never forget anything. I’m a very organized person—”
Yeah, he doesn’t believe that.
“—and then I had to run all the way back here—”
Your shoes are scuffed. You definitely tripped on the way.
“—where I accidentally ran into a stroller…poor baby—”
Yep. Tripped.
“—which led me to you!”
You’re smiling now and Jaehyun doesn’t think he’s seen so many teeth shining at him in all of his life. God, do you ever run out of energy? No matter, he knows exactly where your missing item is. The anonymous wallet had been the first thing his eyes had grazed over when striding towards your artwork - good thing it’s only an arm’s reach away.
He snatches the wallet from the art easel and is pleasantly surprised by the quality of the possibly monochromatic leather. The clasp is simple, requiring just one twist before the contents of your identity are laid out before him. “Well, it’s nice to meet you,” Jaehyun recites the name written on your license and holds the items out to you, to which you reach out, eager to reunite with your belongings. However, at the last second he waves it in the air - away from your dying fingertips - and clicks his tongue two times. “Try not to lose it again. It’s a luxury brand, isn’t it? I like the black color.”
“Black?” Shit. The tilt of confusion your head makes indicates that your wallet is not, in fact, black. “I’m either stupid or color blind, but this is red.”
Before Jaehyun can respond, he’s saved by the bell. Well, technically his savior isn’t an actual bell, but you get the gist. “Miss Jeong!” Thank god she’s finally here to distract you. He’s been fighting to maintain his pride throughout your entire interaction. “I made an extra trip to the studio and ran into your son, here! You weren’t lying when you said he’s a little quiet - honestly, I feel like I’ve been talking to myself this whole time.”
You quite literally have been doing that very thing for the past ten minutes.
“Oh, Jaehyun! Have you been acting rude?” His mother’s expression is tense, stricter than the time he ‘accidentally’ took her (grey?) Kia Soul on a joyride that one weekend he and Johnny decided to go on a midnight run to the department store. “Please don’t mind him at all, dear. You see, he doesn’t exactly get out much - his social skills might be a little underdeveloped.”
She can’t actually be saying this right now. This is exactly why he hasn’t had a girlfriend in months - his mother embarrasses him in front of every pretty girl they come across in the first two minutes of saying ‘hello’. It isn’t that Jaehyun is a terrible flirt - which he is, but he likes to deny it - it’s that he loves his mother so much that he can’t bear to tell her that her attempts at ‘hooking him up’ are always bound to fail.
However, you don’t appear to be phased by her words. If anything, you’re actually pleased by the sound of him being socially impaired.
“That’s actually perfect!”
What.
The.
Fuck?
“He can be my portrait model!” You’re still talking. Please, for the love of God, stop talking. “You know how I’ve been trying to become better skilled in the emotional aspect of my paintings, he could definitely help me out by showing anxiety and embarrassment - and you’ve been telling me it’s about time that I found myself a model.”
The endless trail of words that continue to string from your mouth seem to reach their end. Rather than speaking in spitfire, you’re now crazily staring at Jaehyun, himself. Both of your fists are clenched together in a pleading hold and he doesn’t think that you’ve blinked since the start of your conversational rampage - but despite the absurdity of your proclamation, he believes you have good intentions. There really is no reason to deny the request - after all, he’d be helping out his mother in the process, she does love having successful students - but he just can’t imagine himself spending any more time in the dreadfully grey studio than he already does.
“I don’t think that would be a very good idea, ______.” His mother catches your words before he has a chance to give you his own oral letter of rejection. “Jaehyun’s never been one for art.”
“Oh.”
All you have to say is ‘oh’?
“I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” you continue. The expression on your face is suddenly stern. Has he offended you in some way by saying no? “I’ll figure something else out, Miss Jeong. I apologize if I overstepped.”
You’re bowing your head before him now, and Jaehyun is shell shocked. His first impression of you was undoubtedly a dud, considering how you actually do seem to have a rational bone in your body despite the hyperactivity you displayed just moments before. While he’s mustering up a response, you lift your eyes - lashes fluttering like upwards brush strokes on a canvas - and send a small smile his way. It’s as if you’re silently apologizing to him for the undivided attention you tormented him with, but he doesn’t want you to apologize.
He just doesn’t know how to say that he actually liked your personality.
God, he’s so bad at flirting.
“Thanks for finding my wallet, though.” Your fingers are suddenly touching his, momentarily grazing against his skin as you pluck your wallet from his hands. There’s no chance that you haven’t noticed the rising heat that’s currently warming the blossoms of his cheeks, and he hopes that you find it endearing. While he isn’t great with words, he likes to think that he may be at least a little bit cute. His mother always calls him a ‘cutie’ - which he appreciates, but it’s also so degrading for someone of his age. “Maybe I’ll be forgetful more often, now.”
He hopes you’ll start being more forgetful, too.
You’ve left your entire bag this time.
He can’t tell if you’re trying to be subtle and coy with the budding feelings that’re growing between the two of you, and you’re just as awful at flirting as he is - or if you’ve just given up on leaving small signs of attraction. Honestly, in the past few weeks of you leaving paintbrushes and lanyards in the studio, he’d assumed it was all naturally an accident. This, though? How do you expect him to believe that you left your entire satchel in the studio? Sure, you can be a little dense, but not that dense.
It’s obvious that you’ve begun to lose track of your belongings for the simple reason that you enjoy partaking in the awkward exchange of items when you ‘hastily’ return to the empty renovated greenhouse and get to act surprised to see him standing there with his arms full of things with your name written all over them. In fact, this instance has happened so often that Jaehyun is beginning to believe that he actually enjoys it, too.
Sometimes he thinks that maybe you should just write your name on him to speed up this dreadful ‘will they, won’t they’ process that you’ve been pacing together.
He likes you. He really really likes you, and you both know it.
You’d picked up on his feelings from the second time you met - when he willingly stayed behind in the studio for an extra two hours just to hear you ramble about the difference between heavy and soft body acrylic paints. There was something about the way you grinned at him. How your chin would angle upwards to his height in order to have a proper conversation. How you weren’t afraid to say anything and everything that was on your sporadic mind. How your eyes would sparkle at the dedicated eye contact he was making - letting you know that he was hanging on to every word that left your lips (which he just recently found out are pink - and boy does he wish to know what that undoubtedly lovely color looks like against your skin).
He hates to compare you to a painting - which he still finds a positively dreadful blob of nothingness - but to him, you are one. You’re a captivating piece of art hanging on the walls of the nationally acclaimed museum in his mind.
A captivating piece of art whose art of subtlety is extremely lacking, considering that your phone number is quite literally painted on the largest white canvas your easel can hold, in bold lettering that he would have to be visually blind to miss, plastered behind the hiding place of your bag.
‘P.S. It's written in red paint. I know you have a thing for red.”
As much as he likes you, you can be such a pain in his ass. The bane of his existence, if you will.
It pains him to notice how he hadn’t thought twice about typing the digits into his text bar, smiling to himself at the sight of your make-shift contact with the horrid selfie you’d taken on his phone to be your future contact picture. Your hair is an utter mess, with flecks of paint scattered across your hairline - which, to be honest, look like dandruff to him with their lack of vivid color, but he told you that they resemble snowflakes. He lied - but what you don’t know doesn’t hurt you.
Without hesitating, he types a singular ‘hey’ before backtracking. What if you don’t know that it’s him texting you? What if you think that it’s a random stranger who just so happened to be in the art studio and thought to add your contact information to their phone? He better be more clear.
‘Hello, ______. You know me.’
Perfect.
In less than a split second, you respond. He can feel his nerves itching at the sight of the grey text bubble popping in and out of view. Jaehyun can’t even remember the last time his heart beat so fast. Perhaps when he was standing in front of his secondary school health classroom and he accidentally mistook a photo of the urinary system with the ovaries during a speech about the female menstrual cycle? The stream of liquid projected against the white board was in fact not what he thought it was (how was he supposed to see the difference between red and yellow?), which turned into a horribly disgusting presentation that Johnny still bothers him about to this day. That was dreadful - but this is definitely equally as dreadful, if not more.
‘Stalker much?’ Huh? ‘Hi though, Jae. That text was very…you.’
‘You added my number pretty quickly.’ Man, you text really fast. ‘You just couldn’t resist me, could you?’
He doesn’t know what to say back. It’s as if his mind has been scraped raw of all romantic material that one would usually use in this situation - the situation in which an unbelievably pretty girl is talking to him through a phone screen. Jaehyun is completely frozen in place, time, and thought. The only part of him that isn’t paralyzed is the hole in his chest that is beginning to be thawed by you. His frozen heart of past relationships has found its fire - and oh does it burn for you.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Where the fuck did you come from?
Swiveling on his heel, he turns to face your approaching figure. Your footsteps are lighter than air, likely being the reason as to how you managed to stealthily sneak in so quietly while he had been distracted with his phone. The light denim jeans that cover you from waist to ankles are perhaps his favorite pair you own. You’ve painted on them over time, sketching out a garden of patterns that don’t require color to appreciate. Your artistic ability is uncanny - he can’t deny the fact that you’re incredibly skilled - and he believes that you should be given an award for making ‘art’s number one hater’ a growing fan.
“You left your bag.” No shit, Captain Obvious. “Do you want it back?”
He’s so bad at this.
You skip towards him, your left foot following your right in a rhythm of peppiness, and lean up towards him with a shine in your eyes. God, you look so pretty. Sure, seeing you from a comfortable distance with an easel separating your bodies was nice and all, but when you pull stunts like this - with no room for him to scurry off and run - he actually takes the time to digest your features in their true beauty. You’re the artist, yet he seems to be the one who’s always studying you.
“Do you have any plans for today?” You ask in a curious tone. Your hands are held together behind your back as you send him a beaming grin with an upturned lip. “—because I was thinking about grabbing some tea, and it would be so unfortunate if I had to go all alone and sit by myself with all of those strangers around me. Who knows what could happen? If only there were someone who could protect me in case a sleazy guy asks for my number…”
Are you trying to manipulate him, right now?
“I’ve got nothing to do today.”
—because he’ll gladly let you do so.
The peaks of your eyebrows raise in surprise, not expecting him to accept the offer so quickly. Over the short time you’ve known one another, you’ve noticed that Jaehyun’s reluctance to spend one-on-one time with you has dwindled. He’s slowly becoming more comfortable in your presence and whatever inner turmoil that he’s facing is fading into the tide of your raging tsunami. There’s a peaceful gaze behind his brown eyes, now. One that you love to study whenever he isn’t looking your way (which isn’t often).
“Then it’s a date!” Surging forwards, you take his arm in yours and link yourselves together. He’s initially shocked by the immediate physical connection you’ve managed to make within mere seconds, but he thinks that he likes it. It’s been so long since he’s even held hands with a girl, so he’s understandably tense, but you’re giving him time to adjust. After all, scaring him away would be your last intention. “I’ll even pay for your drink, since you were kind enough to find my lost satchel.”
“Yeah, your lost satchel was so hard to find.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He smiles to himself.
Yes, you do.
He isn’t sure how, but he’s somehow burned his tongue again.
“Shit!” Jaehyun hurriedly places his mug down onto the circular wooden table that separates the two of you, while attempting to be gentle since he doesn’t want to waste the perfectly tasty coffee that you paid for. He groans, dabbing the corners of his lips with one of the complimentary paper napkins. “Why does it get me every time?”
This is perhaps the third week in a row that you and him have ditched the studio and decided to claim the neighboring cafe as your designated date spot - though you’re still an unofficially exclusive couple. Unofficial as in Jaehyun hasn’t found the nerves to ask you to be his girlfriend, and exclusive as in neither of you are nor want to see other people. It’s a confusing situation for both parties to be in, but he just can’t seem to take that next step with you no matter how hard he tries to push himself towards the ideal solution.
Jaehyun is a rationalist. He takes in the information given to him through interactions and associations, working through it with logistics on his mind, and tries to find the best outcome. It’s how he’s lived every hour and every day of his adulthood, and he’s fairly set in stone with his mannerisms at this point. He always known who he is, what he wants, and how to obtain those things. What he didn’t know, though, was that an unpredictable variable (you) would crash into his life and disarray the routine that he’d been building for twenty-three years.
The hypothesis born of the situation isn’t a difficult one to solve, after all he’s had it written down for a month: if Jaehyun finds the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend, then you’ll likely say yes and the two of you will live happily ever after. Easy, right?
Wrong. He’s a chicken.
“Here. This might help you cool down.”
Your arm is extended, offering him your drink of the day without hesitation. Every time you come here, arm-in-arm, you order something different. ‘There’s no fun without surprise’, is what you tell him after the consistent strange glances he sends your way when you’re ordering, and he can’t help but disagree. You’re very different individuals - and that difference is extremely apparent with the light, mint garnished tea in your glass compared to the dark roast coffee in his.
“Thanks, ______, you’re a lifesaver.” He sighs in relief as the cool liquid flows down his throat in an internal waterfall. “Holy shit, this is actually so good.”
You laugh, “I would hope so. I only got it because of the photo on the menu. It’s like a rainbow of color.”
And there it is. The thing that isolates him the most from your world.
As much as he likes you, which is more than he can explain, he can’t help but have that itching thought at the back of his mind that you’ll never truly be able to connect with one another. You bask in the beauty of the world around you. From the apparent golden sun showers and bouquets of stark red roses - two things that you’ve described to him in great detail amidst your walks through the farmer’s market on Saturday mornings - to the countless brush strokes against the white canvas at his mother’s studio, you adore a world in color.
It’s a viewpoint that’s shaped who you are, from infantry to your current age of twenty-two, and it’s something that you’ll never be able to let go of.
To be quite frank, it scares him. It keeps him up at night knowing that seeing the world through your eyes is impossible. That it’s a far off dream that is unobtainable, taunting him in his mind and heart like a bone dangling in front of a dog’s face. He wishes that he could admire the blue streaked skies and emerald green ferns that line the streets of the city. He yearns to feel overcome with pride at the sight of your watercolor drafts - which you attempt to show him after every class session to no avail - and congratulate you on the progress you’re making. There are so many things that he dreams of doing with you, dreams that exist solely in your world, as they’ll never be possible in his.
He hasn’t officially asked you to be his yet, because how could he?
How could he bind you to him? You’d be miserable looking through his eyes - having to see only hues of black, white, and grey, similar to the pencil sketches that you’ve openly shown your hatred for in front of him. ‘There’s just nothing there,’ is what you mumble to yourself. ‘No life, no anything without color.’ To which you then drop a single ounce of paint against the seemingly dreadful piece of art - and the sparkle in your eyes as it comes to life is something that he loves to see but can’t understand…
…as you see the world in a way that he can never understand.
Jaehyun doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to tell you about his condition. It would end everything all at once, and he isn’t sure how he would recover from that kind of heartbreak. You’re so blissfully unaware of how much conflict runs through his veins on a daily basis. Hell, you don’t even notice how he orders a singular black coffee every time you approach the counter together. You don’t see how he struggles to agree with you as you admire the assortment of blended beverages with a forced smile on his face. You don’t understand why he chooses to indulge in such a bitter drink and make sure to comment on it every single time.
He can’t blame you, though - it really is disgusting - but he also can’t tell you that he orders his coffee black since it’s a universal drink that appears the same to everyone who sees it. At least when he’s holding the steaming mug between his large palms, he knows that it appears to you as it does to him. That the divide that’s ripping a ravine through your connected hands is lessened in a sense - and you’re truly viewing one thing as the same.
Which is why he sits pretty and appreciates the short time that you do spend together, and suffers through piping hot coffee three times a week with no interruptions.
“I think I’ve made some progress on my portfolio.”
Your drink has been returned to your hands now. The small, clear glass is ringing as you tap the sides with your fingernails. It’s somewhat soothing, the rhythm following the tune of one of your favorite songs that Jaehyun happens to know very well after walking in on you in the middle of ‘art therapy’, in which you blast the music at full volume and deafen all other sounds. You have a tendency to be impatient - art being the only thing that can really pin you down for a long period of time - yet you’ve made room in your heart for Jaehyun despite this.
“Really?” Jaehyun dabs his mouth carefully, being ever the proper suitor in your presence. “My mom hasn’t given you any recent critiques?”
“No, she has.” As your words continue, you take a long sip of your tea. He can feel his cheeks flush while you swallow. He loves anything you do. “Just little comments about negative space and color theory, but I’m getting there.”
“Nice.”
He doesn’t know how to respond to that.
“Yeah, nice.”
Despite his seemingly rude reaction, you’re still gazing at him with a smile on your face. It isn’t an exceedingly joyful smile or one of excitement, but something of contentedness. You’ve become comfortable around him - shedded the hyperactive layers of skin that you display to onlooking strangers - and have begun to share the side of yourself that only your bedroom walls know. Seeing this side of you has made him fall even harder. Knowing that someone so confident, so bold, is just like him - caring so much about first impressions and likeability - and has their own insecurities is validating. Validating in the sense that you find him special enough to throw away the filter and be your true self in his presence.
“You know,” you begin in a wistful tone, “you aren’t a man of many words, Jae - and if I’m being totally honest, my patience is running out.”
He hopes this isn’t going where he thinks it is.
He’s not letting you ask him out before he can—
“What am I to you?”
Oh.
Your eyes are giving him an expectant look, now.
What the hell is he supposed to say to that?
This is the quietest you’ve ever been, you aren’t even swirling the star-shaped ice cubes in your strawberry lemon tea.
Why can’t he think of anything to say?
His silence is causing you to furrow your eyebrows in concern.
This is so embarrassing. Just say something. Anything.
“You’re my mom’s student.”
Anything but that.
“I’m…” the words at the tip of your tongue seem to dissolve like damp sugar cubes, “I’m your mom’s student.”
Your sentence is more of a statement than a question. It’s as if there’s a machine in your brain, working through his given answer and comparing all of the other possibilities he could’ve said. There were endless responses to your inquiry, and he somehow managed to pick the worst one.
He needs to fix this. How can he fix this?
“You’re not just a student, though.” His words are tumbling over one another in somersaults and you seem to perk up at his continuity. The hope in your heart grows a little bit larger, pulsating and yearning for him to say exactly what you’d been wanting for weeks-on-weeks. “You’re my mom’s special student.”
Oh God, he made it worse.
“What?” Jaehyun tries to reach for your hand in an attempt to compensate for his actions through physical touch, but you retaliate and instinctively jerk away. You quickly stand, drink in hand, and back away from him as he follows like a lost puppy. Your head is shaking from right to left, disbelief exerting from the pores of your skin like poison - sentencing him with death while it seeps through his gaping mouth and empty palms. “I’m a special student?”
How the hell are you so fast?
Within seconds the two of you are at odds outside of the building. The weather is somewhat chilly - springtime having just come around with the cherry blossoms in full bloom - and it’s probably a beautiful day with the petals raining down on the pavement. You’d usually make a comment about how wonderful the horticulture was outside of the shop, but now you’re stomping over every fallen flower and budding stem that lies in the way of your rage-filled path. He’d always thought of you as a gentle soul, but apparently even gentle souls have their breaking points - and he never dreamed that he’d be yours.
“If I’m so special, what makes me different from the girl before me and the one before her?” This is the first time you’ve ever raised your voice at him. “Did you take all of them out for drinks? Did they all get to spend one-on-one time with their mentor’s ‘handsome’ son? Did you lead all of them on, too? Jaehyun, what kind of answer is that?”
You’ve found yourselves in an alcove now - about a block from the cafe in a small garden nestled between two buildings. The blossoming trees continue to surround you from all sides, perfectly framing the tragic picture of him saying anything and everything you absolutely do not want to hear. A large sigh leaves your lips, heaving from your chest as if he’s popped a balloon and is pushing all of the air out with the strength of his smooth hands.
“That’s not what I meant!” He pauses as you halt in place, slowly turning to face him like you're something out of a horror movie - a monster who’s ready to murder their prey. A gulp runs down his Adam’s apple. You’re terrifying when upset. “Please, just let me explain!”
“Explain what?” Jaehyun flinches at your volume. “If you want to explain yourself so badly then tell me why the hell would you say something like that?”
“Sure, you aren’t the best with banter or having a crush - but dear God, you cannot possibly be that dense.” This is getting bad. “I’ve left hundreds of hints! Every single goddamn day - and you’ve picked up on all of them! You know, I thought that when you’d hold my hand or kiss my cheek that you actually meant something by it. I figured ‘he spends so much time with me, he can’t possibly not like me’, but no. I’m just a student.”
Your face is fuming with every dreadful word that comes out of your mouth. “Oh, sorry. I’m a special student.”
If this were a scene in an animated film, your hair would be on fire now. Flames as high as mountain tops would be spiking in sharp peaks at every end of sentence and statement spitting from your mouth. Your normally warm irises would be drawn as ice cold, not leaving any room for life as they skate across his timid features - wishing for him to reach freezing level so you could smash him into a million pieces.
You’d always told him that red and blue - fire and ice - were two things that you admired most. With their ever changing states of matter and forceful power amidst the seasons, he found himself believing as you do. Jaehyun actually learned to appreciate their vast palette as if he could see it with his own eyes - but now? Now he thinks that they’re the two worst things in the universe - as their destructive nature has decided that their target is him, and he has absolutely no defenses prepared.
“I should’ve caught on sooner, shouldn’t I have?” You’re still going, hot tears building up and threatening to stream down your cheeks. Never in his life has Jaehyun been at the receiving end of such anger - and never in his life has he learned how to manage a situation as such. So, he does what any clueless man would do - he returns the anger.
“You’re not even listening to me!” His hands are violently moving while his words cut like knives. “You never listen to me!”
“I never listen to you?” He’s apparently hit another nerve. “Is that some kind of sick joke? Jae, all I do is listen to you! It may not look like it, but I see the way you tense whenever I talk about my passions and dreams. I notice the way your face drains when I’m asking you for your opinion on my works in progress. Sometimes it’s like I can physically hear your eyes rolling when they see me walk into the studio with my bag of brushes and materials. Yet, you think that I don’t listen? I take note of every single thing that you do when you’re around me, because I don’t want to miss out on a single moment with you, and you don’t even care!”
He can’t believe that you’re pinning this on him.
“How could you even say that?” Jaehyun can’t tell who’s in the right or wrong anymore - all he knows is that if he doesn’t stop speaking, you’ll walk away forever. “I’ve never cared about anyone as much as you! I’ve done my best to entertain your interests and the absurd things you ask of me—”
“Well, your best hasn’t been enough.”
You’ve got to be fucking kidding.
“Are you being serious, right now?”
Your eyes are stoney, rock solid with stubbornness as you refuse to accept his side of the story and he knows that you won’t be budging from the beliefs that you’re choosing to hold against him. Jaehyun doesn’t know how everything went so wrong so fast, but he does know that he doesn’t have what it takes to save the situationship that he mistakenly put the two of you in.
“What the fuck did I do wrong that you resent me this much? Not even an hour ago all you wanted was to see me get down on one knee and profess my ‘undying’ love for you.” He’s so angry. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this angry. “Now I’m some asshole who doesn’t give a shit about your wellbeing? If everything I’ve done hasn’t been enough, then I might as well go fuck myself, right? I’m sorry I’m not perfect like you! I’m sorry I can’t see the world through crystal lenses like you! I’m sorry that I’m not good enough for you!”
His face feels wet. When did he start to cry? Was it ten minutes ago? Five? Just now? The hurricane of emotions that he’s putting himself through is more than he’s endured in years - his mental blockage of his condition finally coming to light as his heart runs off of the rails - and you’ve definitely seemed to notice considering the concern etched into your expression.
“I was never going to be perfect for you,” he begins with a softer tone. Perhaps his hot bundle of rage has subsided for a few moments. “I can’t be with you. I can’t understand how you see the world. I couldn’t spend the rest of my life listening to you ask me all of these questions and opinions on your work when I can’t even see it fully.”
You’re so close to him. Somewhere in the flurry of words, you took a step in his direction. “Jae, what’re you talking about?”
As he bites his bottom lip with the fear of judgment raging in his mind, his secret is set free.
“I’ve always liked this shirt on you,” he solemnly smiles, “This shade’s my favorite color that you wear.”
You look up at him, pulling at the fabric against your chest in confusion. “Red?”
“Grey.”
He’s laughing lightly, making up for the thoughtful silence that you’ve found yourself in. It’s like he can physically see the gears turning in your head as they attempt to make sense out of his statement. “It’s more of a rich grey - almost black - and it compliments your skin tone. You know, my mom used to tell me that the way to a woman’s heart is through compliments. I’ve always tried my best to do that, but it clearly hasn’t been working.”
His hands somehow find yours as he shares the inevitable truth he’d been hiding so hard - and with a deep gulp, his secret is finally exposed.
“After all, how could I ever reach someone’s heart without even knowing what color their eyes are?”
He misses you. He can’t help it, but he does.
The memories he has with you are a cassette tape on autoplay - constantly running through his mind on repeat, and always ending with the awful confrontation that you’d left each other with. Jaehyun wishes he hadn’t raised his voice. He wishes that he would’ve been honest with you from the very beginning, but he hadn’t, and there’s no changing the past. All he has now are two empty hands that would much rather be interlaced with your paint-covered fingers.
“How much longer do you think you’re going to be moping?” Johnny’s call is distant from the turning gears within Jaehyun’s brain. He’s sure that his best friend has grown tired of his constant state of melancholy - having been forced to be his support system after you walked out the door - and Jaehyun feels awful about it. If he could, he’d rip his heart from his chest and allow you to step on it. To stomp and tear through the organs just as you’d done to those poor bystanding cherry blossoms on the sidewalk.
“As long as she’s still upset with me.” He groans as his forehead hits the marble of the island counter. “I’m such an idiot.”
“Yeah, well we already knew that.” The dim-eyed boy beside him scoffs while taking yet another drink of his apple juice - which he has unfortunately had to drink for the past hour and a half since Jaehyun had somehow consumed his small supply of alcohol within the past few weeks that the two of you hadn’t been speaking. “I was really rooting for you, man. I thought she was the one to break your cycle.”
“Cycle?”
What the hell does he mean by ‘cycle’?
“Oh, you know,” Johnny continues without even taking a breath, “The cycle of life you’ve got going on with your inability to actually attract girls.”
Jaehyun hates him.
“You’re an asshole.” He grumbles, taking his own swig of the pint of orange juice he found in the back of his fridge. Is it expired? Likely yes. Does Jaehyun care, at all? Definitely not. Is he even more pissed off that he doesn’t understand the irony of why it’s called orange juice? He doesn’t want to answer that question. “An unhelpful asshole who should definitely stay over and cook dinner for me since he wants to make up for being said ‘unhelpful asshole’.”
Johnny scoffs, shaking his head whilst the thin, soft strands of his hair flit back and forth. His right eyebrow raises in a mocking expression, “You need to get yourself back out there, man. You’ll be old and grey if you keep waiting for the perfect girl to come knocking on your door, so just talk to her. Just fucking talk to her and put me out of my misery.”
“Are you trying to make this about you, right now?” Jaehyun stares at his best friend in utter disbelief, but he’s not truly upset. He knows that Johnny holds good wishes for him in all manners of life - this being no exception - and takes his words to heart. He’s right. Of course, he’s going to lose you if he doesn’t even try to get you back. “The sun must be falling out of the sky because I’m actually considering following your advice.”
“That’s a pretty picture to imagine,” his best friend chuckles, causing Jaehyun to roll his eyes. What’s the sensation that everyone has with mentioning imagery every five seconds? “Just talk to her, man.” Johnny continues, “Please, I’m all out of advice.”
Jaehyun takes his best friend’s pleas to heart. It is quite ridiculous that he’s spending his time depressed and lonesome when he could be reconciling with you. Perhaps it’s his fragile masculinity acting out and refusing to take blame for the situation, although he’s fully aware it’s completely his fault that you’re upset with him.
It’s difficult for the gears to begin turning in Jaehyun’s head. They’re covered in brittle rust that’s been creeping deep into the crevices of his mind for his entire life - slithering down his spine towards his blackened heart that you had only just begun to breathe life into. He misses the feeling of spring that came when you called. The freshwater rain of your laughter and budding blossoms of your smile that washed away his loneliness and replaced the awful emotion with an overgrown garden of bliss. He still doesn’t understand how he managed to mow that garden down with one sentence. He might as well have taken a chainsaw and brutally hacked into every connection that he’d managed to make with you in your time of knowing each other.
Now he’s going to be on his knees begging for forgiveness with his hands stained by the minced grass. Does grass stain green or yellow? Hopefully not brown, dear lord. He’ll be buried deep into apologies that should definitely be rehearsed, but he knows he’s not an artist with words and he won’t bother to waste your time with crumpled-up ‘I’m sorry’ notes and improvised tears.
You deserve nothing but the best - so much more than he’s been giving you and he needs you to hear those words come straight from his mouth.
When did you begin to mean so much to him? Jaehyun doesn’t even know.
It could’ve been when you showed up to his concert unannounced, with first row seats and a booming cheer that he never knew he desired. ‘C’mon, Jae! I know you can do better than that! Sing louder!’ He nearly tripped at the sound of your voice, and falling on his face was the last thing he wanted to do in front of his group - but to be completely honest, he doesn’t remember much of insecurities on stage that day. Jaehyun was solely focused on performing well for you. The world stopped and he was given all the time needed to impress you. You give him a reason to be better, a selfless reason to do good.
Perhaps it was when you’d shown him around your homey apartment, with maple art easels and splattered canvases lining the walls, and watched with glee as he made his best attempt at a finger painting (which may or may not have ended up looking like two worms kissing). ‘It’s abstract’, you’d say every time he found something new that was wrong with the art piece, ‘All it needs is a home. See?’ You hung his shitty little sketchbook paper on your living room wall, right next to your TV for the whole world to see. The way you stood there staring in awe still rattles his brain. You’ve always been able to find beauty in even the smallest things.
Or maybe his heart had begun to beat a little faster that Saturday night on the way out of the theater. The romance of the film the two of you just witnessed was still on Jaehyun’s mind, provoking his alcohol-induced body to make a pathetic attempt at holding your hand - which resulted in him accidentally knocking you over into a street puddle that swallowed the heel of your shoe. ‘I needed to take a shower anyway, Jae, it’s fine!’ Your smile continued to be bright despite the low temperature and sprinkling rain, and he can recall wondering how you managed to stay so positive in such a dreary situation. As you discarded your soggy heels into a nearby trashcan and skipped barefoot on the pavement, you called, ‘Come on! Dance with me!’ The shared laughter between the two of you echoed through the seemingly empty streets that surrounded you - hands connected as you swung in circles around each other and fell over one too many times, until he carried your sleeping body home. He doesn’t think anyone’s ever been able to make him laugh as hard.
The way the corners of your eyes crinkle amidst fits of giggles is his favorite image to replay. He doesn’t need to know the color to be able to see how beautiful they are - to appreciate the blinding sparkle that overwhelms your irises when he accidentally trips over the uneven sidewalk or knocks over your painting station - or even when he unintentionally makes a sexual innuendo that you just so happen to pick up on. ‘That’s a love hotel, Jae! Why would I have stayed there before?’ It was almost as if you were conducting a symphony of glorious laughter that night. The violins played the tune of your voice in a higher octave and the cellos added a punch everytime you’d bite your lip in an attempt to calm down. He hadn’t known what a love hotel was intended for before that night, but he’d also made the mistake to say, ‘I wouldn’t mind going to my first one with you, it could be a first for both of us.’ and you still haven’t let him live it down. Jaehyun’s honest with himself for the most part. He’s awkward, insufferable, and a bore to be around - yet, for some odd and unknown reason, those are your favorite things about him. Why?
Why is it that he can’t function like a normal person when your eyes meet his?
Why do his words rearrange themselves and become complete gibberish when he attempts to woo you with his charm?
What is it that keeps him coming back to you, despite holding such deep hatred for the things that you love most?
“I need to text her.” Jaehyun feels his chest vibrate as he finally makes a decision, the words pouring from his mouth in a short word vomit - forcing Johnny to piece together the jumbled mess and attempt to comprehend whatever it was that his best friend was trying to say, to which he jumps up from his seat at the island and aggressively pats Jaehyun on the back.
“That’s what I’ve been saying, dumbass! Get those fingers movin’!”
His phone falls into his hands in a millisecond, with Johnny eagerly awaiting to hear his poetry. He’s grateful to have such a supportive friend. Jaehyun knows that there aren’t many people who would be willing to put up with him for so long - having been moping around and complaining day-and-night of relationship problems that were solely caused by him - and he can’t imagine not having his support. Hopefully he’ll be able to introduce you, one day. You’ll both give him so much shit for his attitude. Oh well. It’ll all be worth it having two people he loves get along.
…
Did he just…
What did—
There’s no way.
Did he really just use that word? That godforsaken word?
He’s trembling. Jaehyun’s phone is shaking in his hands as he finally comes to the realization that he does, with his entire heart and being, love you. In an instant, his entire world scrambles together with rapid dashes and line art that he can’t even comprehend. There’s no rules to follow with these types of feelings - this insistent need to see you. Hold you. Kiss you.
Fuck, he wants to kiss you. He can’t think of anything else he’d rather be doing.
Like tapping raindrops that never cease their fall, his fingertips move against the keypad in a rhythmic motion - singing a song of love that can’t be contained into a simple lullaby. His heart pours out into the message, apology after apology being pasted in paragraphs, and hopes with his whole soul that you’ll find it in yourself to at least see him in person. There’s no way you won’t. Jaehyun knows you well enough now that he’s certain he’ll be seeing you again. All he needed to do was take the first step towards forgiveness, and he’s finally willing to be vulnerable and own up to his inability to be honest about his feelings, because he loves you. He loves you and he wants to tell you a hundred times, a thousand times, and a million times until you beg him to shut the hell up and kiss you.
‘I’ll be at the studio tonight. I miss you, ______, and I’m sorry.’
He ends the message with a final apology, begging fate that you’ll read it in time to meet him while he still has courage - and with that, he’s on his way to the place he hates most, awaiting the person whom he loves most.
An hour has passed - well technically it’s been fifty-seven minutes, but who’s counting?
He’s counting.
The sun went into hiding ages ago and the moon now stalks him as he sits in his chair, lonely with two vacant eyes that wish they were gazing at yours. Jaehyun can’t even tell if you’ve read the text or not - the grey speech bubbles look the same as they always have, and the delivered sign is posted at the bottom with no response. He wants to send a follow-up message, just a little ‘hey, you there?’ but he knows that’s a little bit much. If you want to see him, you’ll see him and he’ll confess his feelings once-and-for-all - though, he’s feeling much less confident than he was an hour ago. Ahem, sorry. Fifty-nine minutes ago.
Jaehyun has a plan of what he’s going to say to you, and hopefully it makes sense when the words begin to fall from his lips. He’s said it many times before, but he’ll say it again, he’s never been good with words or feelings or anything of the sort. He wants to get better, though - to become more emotionally aware for your sake, because he knows that’s a priority for you. You have an image of your dream guy that’s been in your wishes since primary school - tall, handsome, daring, dashing, yada, yada, yada - and he’s trying to be that guy. He needs to be that guy. He’ll be anything for you.
Anything and everything…even the desperate guy who can’t get a text back.
Y’know, for a moment - a brief and fleeting moment - the world seemed a little more beautiful in his self-realization of love. The stars glistened brighter and the street lights sparkled in their reflections. Before tonight, Jaehyun hasn’t ever been able to appreciate the natural beauty of what surrounded him. He never understood your fascination with replicating real life into paintings and sketches, but he seems to have digested the concept - at least a little bit. The only thing that could undoubtedly make his world more dazzling would be the sight of you, and holy shit there you are. There you are opening the front door - and your gorgeous, perfect reflection in the glass is looking straight at him.
He doesn’t need the ability to see color to know that you’re the most fascinating and jaw-dropping sight in the entire universe - and that the rainbow should be rearranged in the letters of your name in honor of your ability to captivate attention and inflict a multitude of emotions on him that he’s never felt before.
“Jaehyun?” Your melodious voice is the remedy that his ears have been yearning for. “Jaehyun, is that you? Why’re you in the dark?”
This means you haven’t read his text, right? Otherwise, why would you be confused as to why he’s here? Wait, why’re you even here?
You begin to explain yourself without him needing to ask, “I left my phone in here earlier like an idiot and I’ve been looking for it all day. Isn’t that so dumb?” You let out a little laugh, amused at your inability to keep track of your personal belongings. Why aren’t you acting like you’re upset with him? The last time you talked, you could barely look him in the eye - yet now, you’re so casual, almost as if nothing happened. “Here I am looking for my lost phone, but instead I find a lost Jeong Jaehyun.”
“What are you doing here? Sitting in the dark?”
The repeated question is met with a pregnant silence as Jaehyun fails to piece together the rehearsed words he had come up with earlier, settling on a bear hug that nearly suffocates you.
He’s so overwhelmed by the feeling of touching you again that he barely notices how stiff your posture is. You’re practically a piece of rock in the midst of being carved by its maker, frozen and unable to formulate an action in response - which, in this case, means that he’s your artist. Jaehyun relaxes his hold, urging you to reciprocate his warmth by nestling his face in your neck. Your right arm finds its place wrapped around his waist and your left around his neck, allowing him to engulf you further into his hold. You smell so nice. He notices the lavender perfume that he bought you is still rubbed into your skin, and he’s glad that you’re finally using it.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispers.
Jaehyun’s fingers run through your hair in smooth waves, gently kneading out the small knots and helping you relax - and he can tell that your full attention is on him. For the first time in knowing you, there aren’t any distractions or excuses to avoid this conversation. It’s just you, him, and the bare truth. He just hopes he can execute this right.
“There aren’t enough words to explain how sorry I am, genuinely. I shouldn’t have ever belittled you like that, ______.” He takes a deep breath, one of many, and closes his eyes. The scene of you stomping away from him has no end in his mind. It constantly plays at every hour of the day, re-run after re-run, to torment him and remind him how horribly he screwed up with you. Please, please forgive him. “You’re not just my mom’s student. You’re not just a friend that I get coffee with. You’re so much more than that and I’ve been such a fucking chicken and haven’t been able to be honest with you.”
“You couldn’t have possibly known about my condition and it was wrong of me to take my frustration out on you.” Jaehyun can feel himself begin to cry, his tears raining down his cheeks in cascades of pent up anger and hatred for how he made you feel that day. You didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve to be treated like shit by him. “Your work is important to you and I know it should be appreciated. What’s important to you is important to me, okay?”
“You love your art, and I love you.”
He says it over and over again. Those three special words rapidly become six words, nine words, eighteen, forty-two, and onwards as you look at him with an empty expression. Please, please say something. For every second of no response, he confesses his love to you. He confesses as if it’s his source of air - the only way that he’ll be able to survive this encounter is if he bares his emotions with no regrets. If this were a movie, he’d be the desperate protagonist in the climax of the story who fucked up his love life and is begging for a second chance - hell, this is real life and that’s exactly what he’s doing. Just, please, have a happy ending.
You open your mouth, yet nothing comes out. No words. No statements. No confessions. You’re simply staring at him like he’s just told you the most absurd news in the existence of the universe…
…and then a tear falls.
One tear slips from your eyes, followed by another, and another…until your face is drenched in salty rain with black mascara creasing your eyes. You look like a raccoon. Jaehyun almost starts laughing. No. He is laughing; laughing because your false lashes have fallen into your hands as the glue refused to be waterproof - and now you’re standing before him in a puddled mess of makeup and disheveled hair. You’ve never looked more beautiful.
Jaehyun brushes his fingers across your cheek, attempting to wipe away your tears like an artist covering up a beautiful mistake. If he were a painter, he’d paint you a million times and more - hanging every portrait on every single wall of his apartment, until there was literally no space left for a scrap of paper. You’re the most gorgeous girl he’s ever laid his eyes on, and the smile that suddenly bursts from your sobs confirms it.
“What’s going on? I’m so confused, are you happy or are you sad?” He’s so concerned and his inability to read emotions correctly only makes him more helpless. “Talk to me, beautiful. C’mon.”
You lean into his touch and he instantly knows that everything is going to be okay.
“I just never thought I’d hear you say that.” Your smile is directed at him now, and he feels a warmth that is so familiar yet unfamiliar and he can’t get enough of it. It’s similar to the feeling of being showered in sunlight or snuggling beneath a comforter in the winter - an overwhelming comfort that’s a gift from you to him. “I feel like I’ve been waiting forever. Fuck you for that.”
Now you’re both laughing, giggling, and beaming at each other. His heart feels so at peace. The civil war between his divided emotions, love and loneliness, has finally ceased.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
Neither of you can stop the flow of confessions that slip from your tongues and in an instant your lips are on his - clashing and colliding in a furious kiss that rivals the strength of a hurricane. It’s almost as if he can physically feel your love pouring into him and warming his heart into a heated flame, stoked by the embers of your touch. God, he missed your touch. The feeling of it is addicting. It’s his personal heroin and he’ll never get enough of it.
Your lips are just as soft as he imagined them to be, perhaps they’re a rosy pink color with the slightest touch of strawberry lip balm that he keeps getting a fleeting hint of taste from. Never in his wildest dreams did he think you’d love him too. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. He silently repeats over and over - grateful that he’s been so blessed to know you…feel you…and love you in the awful world that he hated living on his own - the world void of color that you’ve somehow brightened by simply breathing beside him.
His hands are everywhere. Your hips. Your waist. Your breasts. Your neck. He can’t get enough of the feeling of you. With every passing second he’s falling deeper and deeper in love. You’re utterly perfect, he would kiss you for years if that was an option—
Aw shit, he knocked over an easel.
“Goddammit,” he mumbles while briefly pulling away from you. Of course he had to interrupt the moment he’s been waiting months for with his clumsiness. He’s such a dumbass. If he could punch himself in the gut, he would - but that would be way too embarrassing in front of you - hold up, this painting is familiar!
“Well I'll be damned.” He chuckles and turns the canvas towards you, to which you burst out laughing. “I thought you’d have thrown this out.”
“No,” you gaze at the painting with love in your eyes. “I could never, that’s how we met.”
The painted streak he accidentally inflicted upon your artwork remains in the same position. It seems that you never even bothered covering it up and embraced the imperfection. While Jaehyun cannot decipher the magnitude of colors on the canvas, he’s sure that the various strokes look gorgeous and masterful. You’ve always been so talented. He’s so lucky.
As he places the painting upon a now-standing easel, you rest your forehead against his. He loves you. He loves you so much. So much so that he can’t help but take a step closer, not just one but many, and embrace the overwhelming love and passion he holds for you. There are so many words he wants to say, confessions that can carry on for an infinite number of lines, but there’s no need for that now. You have forever - and he decides to start that forever with his favorite thing…
…a kiss.
“I love you.” You whisper.
“I love you more.” He replies.
This is a fancy-ass venue.
Jaehyun can’t help but feel underdressed for the occasion, despite being clad in a fitted white button up and black tie, whilst his dress-shoes cramp his feet in the worst ways imaginable. He almost looks like that one moviestar in the romantic comedy you love so much. Was it the one with the rich guy in Singapore or the one where they worked in an office and he was a businessman? Jaehyun can’t remember. Whatever, it doesn’t really matter either way. He’s distracting himself too much, he needs to focus— tonight is one of the most important nights of your career. No, it is the most important night for your future career. His mother contacted every big art distributor and critic that she has professional relationships with. It’s your night…and wow did you kill it.
It’s almost as if you’ve plastered yourself across the walls. Every art piece that his eyes roll over is exceptionally you - your personality, your passions, and your heart - and it’s obvious you’ve spent months curating the most perfect array of paintings a person could muster.
He can read your story like an open book while he slowly makes his way through the gallery. There are paintings depicting your childhood, ones that remind him of the stories you tell him of your primary school drama and premature interests. That one must be when you broke your arm while learning to ride your bike. You’re particularly stuck on that story— strongly stating how upset you were because it was your dominant arm, halting your ability to paint for seven weeks. Referencing your painting passion, there’s a whole array of canvases dedicated to your love for art; beginning with inspirations of immaturity to skillful selections of texture techniques. Jaehyun is obviously no art critic, but if he were, he’d write a whole expose on how amazing you are.
With his mind so engaged with your talent, he’s oblivious to the people passing by; so oblivious that he doesn’t even notice his own mother approaching.
“She’s talented isn’t she?”
Holy shit. The familiar voice of his mother startles Jaehyun, but he instinctively wraps a loose arm around her waist and greets her with a grin. She returns the affectionate expression and it’s painfully obvious that he got his smile from her, and even more painfully obvious that they’re all related when he notices they’re wearing the matching watches they got for Christmas last year; and when Johnny walks up with his teeth beaming, he also practically looks like part of the family. Long lashes and a toothy grin, the physical brand of the Jeong family; famous in not only arts, but good looks!
“Your girlfriend’s a pro at this shit, Jaehyun.” Johnny ruffles his little best friend’s hair and lightly nudges his shoulder. “I’m surprised anyone could like your annoying ass, let alone a pretty girl.”
Jaehyun rolls his eyes at his best friend’s quips, completely ignoring him and focusing on his mom. Johnny’s just jealous because he can’t get a girl to deal with his narcissism. He’d be surprised if Johnny actually kept a girlfriend longer than a month with his high standards and demanding schedule; but that’s a story for another day. What matters now is his mom’s praise of you.
“Y’know I always knew she had an innate ability.” Miss Jeong has a faint smile on her face, gazing at her youngest son with nothing but pure happiness. It’s a true display of a mother’s love for her youngest son, and Jaehyun doesn’t know what he’d do without her guidance. She squeezes his side and presses a gentle kiss to his cheek. God, he’d be so embarrassed if his groupmates saw this. “Though, I always thought she specialized in artwork.”
Hm? Jaehyun sends a puzzled glance in her direction. What is she going on about?
His mom continues, knowing her son well enough that he needs a clear explanation in order to understand anything at all, and presses her hand against his chest. “I didn’t realize she was so skilled at touching hearts.”
His heart is beating faster at the mere thought of your beauty.
There are tears behind Miss Jeong’s eyes and Jaehyun can feel the waterworks attempting to break his own dam. They’re an emotional duo, him and his mom, Johnny gets tired of their antics sometimes— but Jaehyun knows he loves them. Their mom always knows the right thing to say. “I never thought I’d see you like this, Jaehyun.”
Johnny smirks, nodding in agreement. “You seem so at ease. It’s cute.”
Reflexively, he pulls them both into a big hug— which is the first hug he’s given Johnny since he was nothing but a young boy, afraid and stressed, auditioning for the very first time. Jaehyun finally understands what it means to love and be loved, all because of you; and now he can apply that same love to his best friend, who’s been there for him for so long. The overwhelming comfort he feels in his family’s arms is the same warmth he felt when he made his first song and ran into his mother to celebrate his newfound passion. For a long time, Jaehyun believed that it was only possible to have that one singular passion. Oh how wrong he was.
“I get it now.” he says softly into their ears. “She helped me understand.”
“And we’re happy for you,” Johnny pats him on the back as hard as he can, eliciting a threatening glare from his younger sibling, to which their mother laughs.
“Check out the centerpieces down the hall.” Miss Jeong nudges Jaehyun on, standing beside Johnny. “I think you’ll love them, sweetheart.”
With their encouragement, he carries on with the gallery and down the straight hallway of evolving paintings. Every step he takes, seems to carry him into a new era of your life. It’s almost as if he’s time traveling through memories that seemingly morph from abstract to realistic art; and he learns more and more about you with each passing second, ultimately leading towards one large painting in the center of the room.
Holy shit. You’re breathtaking.
Never in Jaehyun’s life has his world stopped due to paint on canvas— but right now, it feels like every single brush stroke is a frozen second that he gets to relive again and again, just basking in the presence of your beautiful skill.
The way you’ve outlined your hair with thin lines and highlighted your lovely cheekbones, is nothing short of masterful. If he looks close enough, he can understand the comforting feeling of cupping your face with just his eyes. He didn’t even know you did self-portraits, but now he wishes he could hang this very one right above his couch; to show off the talent of his amazing girlfriend for everyone to see (not that he actually has many friends other than his groupmates).
Where are you? He needs to let you know how special it is to be with someone like you—
“Cat got your tongue?”
Speak of the devil.
“Do you like it?” You raise your eyebrows at him expectantly. “What do you think?”
You said the same thing when you first met.
Jaehyun looks between you and the painting, now realizing that no matter how masterful your skill is, it’s impossible to capture just how gorgeous you are in any form of art. You’re simply exquisite. The most talented painter in the world wouldn’t know how to appreciate your beauty. Davinci? No. Botticelli? No. Di Angelo? Not even he could sculpt your features to perfection. However, despite his high standards, Jaehyun believes that your self portrait is the greatest thing he’s ever seen.
The familiar feeling of flusteredness grows on his cheeks as he holds eye-contact with you, wondering what color it is you’re wearing. He bets it’s red, you always wear red around him. “I love it.”
As your right hand finds his palm, the left reaches up and cups his cheek. With a gentle touch, your lips are on his and Jaehyun feels his head take a spin on the merry-go-round of love. He can’t get enough of you. If he had a choice, he’d spend every waking second of his day peppering you in light kisses on every part of your body— and he’d make sure that you never felt loneliness again. You deserve nothing less than the absolute best, and he’s made it his life’s goal to give that to you.
Slowly, he begins to feel your smile against his lips and you pull away with a lovesick gaze. He pulls you into his chest, cradling your head and kissing it softly before whispering how proud he is, and it’s almost unbelievable how far Jaehyun’s come. Somehow you’ve lured him into a bottomless ravine where the only resource to live is to be hopelessly in love with you— and truthfully, he never wants to escape. You’re everything to him.
“You love it?” your eyes are shining brighter than the sun. “You haven’t even seen my best work yet.”
“Oh?’ Jaehyun raises his brows, mocking surprise at your statement. “Well now you have to show me. It’s only fair.”
You place your hands on his chest and peck his lips before spinning him around. He’s confused for a moment, wondering what you’re doing when you could’ve just led him to the canvas instead of guiding him around like it’s a dance class…but then he sees it.
He sees himself.
Never in his life has he completely understood what being in love is. Yes, he's felt love. From his mother, who raised him to be the man he is; caring, thoughtful, and compassionate. From his best friend, who helped him understand ambition and sacrifice. From his groupmates, who challenge him to be the best he possibly can and to support one another without holding grudges. He's felt different types of love from so many people in his life. Familial. Platonic. Admiration. This is different, though. The love you show him is true love. It's the kind of love that movie stars win awards for portraying. It's the fantasy that kids dream about having when they grow up into big adults. It's the thing he thought was impossible to obtain, but was lucky enough to stumble upon you in that empty art studio on the best day of his life.
He didn't know love could be expressed in this kind of way. Through the very same paint strokes and brush marks that used to make him nauseous with hatred. Seeing your masterpiece, he doesn't understand how he could ever hate something so amazing. Art is spectacular. No. Your art is spectacular. You are spectacular.
"You love it right?" You're trying your best not to giggle at his awestruck reaction. "Want to know the best part?"
Jaehyun can feel himself nodding, desperately reaching for your hand in an attempt to ground himself from the air he's walking on— and you begin to explain. "It's a dual piece. Notice how we're facing each other?"
Oh my god, you are facing each other. He hadn't noticed it before, but he can see clearly now. You've placed him in the dead center of the room, giving him a full view of both of the paintings— opposite of one another on two opposing easels. "Tell me more, baby." His voice is nothing louder than a whisper, only for you to hear.
"I'm painted in black and white."
Oh?
"You're painted in color."
...Oh.
"I wanted to show how love knows no bounds. There's beauty in how you see me and how I see you. It doesn't matter that I'm colorless to you, you still look at me like I'm the prettiest girl in the world; and I only wish you could understand how vibrant your eyes are, Jaehyun. You're the most handsome man I've seen in my entire life."
He loves you.
He loves you so, so much.
A part of his heart feels like he's falling in love with you all over again. It's growing larger and larger, unable to contain the capacity of feelings he holds for you. He's so overwhelmed with joy that tears begin to fight to escape his eyes, ultimately dripping down his cheeks like watercolor on paper, and he sweeps you into the tightest hug known to man.
There's really only one thing left to do. One thing to close this chapter and carry on with the rest of your love story, something that's sacred only between the two of you. Something that he hopes to say to you everyday, every night, every hour, and every minute that he can.
"I love you."
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KISSES ♡‧ ⁺彡
✧ pairing- dojaejung x reader
✧ summary-type of kisses with dojaejung
✧ warnings- kissing (obviously), suggestive touching, use of “good girl”, teasing, etc
✧ A/N- In honor of dojaejung debuting, here’s this. I know I’m really fucking late but take it anyway, please. Anyway, stream perfume and kiss by dojaejung, just stream the whole album. (Not really proofread)
Doyoung- Passionate and sensual. Likes to take the lead and assert his control when he’s kissing. He definitely knows how to kiss too and puts a lot of feeling into it. He especially knows what you like and uses that to his advantage, making you as submissive as possible, a good girl if anything. He would want to take it slow at first and make every second feel absolutely surreal, kissing you tenderly, feeling every emotion he feels before speeding up while still having that sweetness to it, making you desperate for more, wanting you to crave him like he craves you. Sometimes he even wants you to try and take the lead, just so he can tease you and take it right back because he knows he always can. His hands cup your waist as your lips melt Into his, settling on his lap, slowly grinding as a groan plays off his lips. He smirks, before stopping your hips harshly, your mouth gapes, a gasp escaping as he bites in your lower lip. “What’s wrong baby? Can’t take it?”
Jaehyun- slow and passionate. I feel like jae takes his time with things, he doesn’t feel the need to rush. But not in a boring way, but In a he just knows he can satisfy you either way-way. So if he wants to keep it slow, it’s going slow. He knows how to keep you on your toes while making you feel more desperate for him as the kisses deepen, keeping you hooked, addicted. He’s also handsy, loves the feeling of his hands on you, touching you softly and harshly at the same time. His lips connecting to yours slowly, tilting his head to the side, gaining more access to let his tongue wetly glide in before parting, leaving to your neck where he slowly leaves rose pink marks while his hands cup your waist in place, stopping any unwanted movements from you. “Y/n” he breathes out, his lips coming to meets your again, lingering over your now bruised lips and though you are just millimeters away, he doesn’t lean in, he doesn’t even try to kiss you as you chase his lips. A smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he speaks again teasingly but softly “y/n~” repeating your name, taking it apart slowly, like he’s learning it for the first time, like he can’t think of a better word.
Jungwoo- I think jungwoo is the type to start off playful and sweet. Sharing small pecks and soft giggles before he takes the chance to speed up. Getting rougher and passionate as it continues. Hands roaming your body, touching you in ways you can only dream of as your lips move in sync. As he continues to speed it, the kiss quickly gets messier and messier allowing a fuck ton of tongue to happen and lets out the most lewdest nosies he can make. He’ll let you know how he’s feeling, let’s you know that he likes it and wants more. He 100% whines and rambles in between kisses as his hands pull you close, body against his, wanting you so much closer than possible, desiring every part of you. He pulls back, leaving wet kisses on your neck and collar bones, coloring purple marks against your skin before whispering sweet words as a whine escapes his lips, “please, more”
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Tipos de cheiro/beijo no cangote (pescoço) / Neos forrozando - NCT 127
Imaginem que vocês estão num forrozinho e eles chegam assim em você. (Sim, eu quero forró e ponto)
Taeil, Taeyong, Doyoung e Jungwoo- Parecem tímidos enquanto te olham do outro lado da pista, vão se aproximando lentinho, balançando os quadris no ritmo da música, até que chegam em você, sorridentes e sedutores. Antes do cheiro eles te puxam para dançar, colam o corpo junto ao teu e ai deslizam o nariz pelo pescoço enquanto te obrigam a fazer um passo difícil só para mostrar que sabem forrozar.
Johnny, Yuta e Haechan - Esses ai são os reis do forró, pulam de par em par para mostrar as habilidades na dança. Praticamente transformam as parceiras em peões de tanto que rodam elas, e claro, são os que mais aproveitam para dançar agarradinho (agarrado mesmo, quase se fundindo). O cheiro/beijo no cangote vem quando eles te viram de costa e te colam no peitoral deles, soltam uma baforada quente na pele, um cheiro (ou beijo) e por fim o flerte mais barato antes de te virar e voltar com a dança frenética.
Jaehyun - Esse não tem cara de que frequentaria forró, mas teria sido arrastado pelos amigos. Então quando ele decide dançar (meio errado no começo) ele aproveita a sua boa vontade de ensiná-lo para cheirar seu pescoço quando puxa sua cintura para se aproximar dele. O sorriso envergonhado no rosto dele é pura mentira, pq no fundo ele ama te ver toda vermelha com os puxões que ele dá "sem querer" já que esta aprendendo a dançar.
Mark - Chega na mina naipe Manoel Gomes, sobrancelha arqueada tentando passar uma aura de sedução, sorrisinho de lado, camisa de botão por dentro da calça jeans, do jeitinho que o pai disse que ele iria conquistar as meninas. Tal qual os tímidos, Mark usa disso para "conquistar o terreno". Começa com dois passinhos para cá, dois passinhos pra lá, até te puxar e dançar mais afobado que os demais. Haechan é o seu inimigo do forró, os dois competem sempre em quem dança melhor sem se cansar e as parceiras de dança que lutem bastante. O cheiro/beijo no cangote vem sempre ao final de cada música, que ele aproveita para ir te puxando para o bar (ainda dançando agarradinho) só para pegar uma dose de 51 e ficar ainda mais animado para dançar.
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#he looks petite and [crowd boos]#his smile while hugging jaehyun ☹️#and his nommable nose and legs ☹️☹️☹️#wanna eat him#hc
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Wrong House Ch 3: How it starts is how it ends
Cast: Jeon Jungkook, Unnamed Trio, Jungkook's mom (flashback, kinda), Madam Pince (cameo)
Summary: Jungkook wakes up on Halloween Morning, and forgets that there's no class + a horrible day in general. Oh right, and he has an encounter with a warrior, or two, and the Gryffindor's Snake.
"How you start your day is how you live your day", is a phrase Jungkook has heard once and has never thought of again but for some reason. That morning. He remembered it. Remembered his grogginess at the time. Remembered the gentle tug as the blanket was pulled away from his body. Remembered his mother's voice as she said it and the way she laughed as he rolled off the bed, still half asleep.
Jungkook hadn’t known it at the time, but his mother was right. The rest of his day was as confusing as his morning started.
Not feeling too hungry at the time, Jungkook decided that staying in the library was likely the best place for him, I'll go study transfiguration in advance. He thought to himself as he ducked just in time to avoid a flying - was that a bludger? He turned to get a full look at whatever it was that came hurtling at him only a second ago but it was gone.
Confused, Jungkook continued to the library only to find that he couldn't enter it. Or, more specifically, he wasn't allowed in. Madam Pince had all but pushed him back out the door as soon as she caught a glance of him with the instruction of "come back tomorrow", and the slam of the door. He must have stayed by the door for a few more minutes after that, mulling over what just happened and trying to figure out if he'd done anything that might have caused the librarian to act that way. He still has that charms book on his desk that he was supposed to return yesterday... Or maybe this was because of what happened last Friday... But if it was any of those, why was he allowed back 'tomorrow'?
With that thought still running through his mind, he decided he'd try to ask her tomorrow and began his trek to the Great Hall for something to eat.
The Great Hall was, with the exception of a few stranglers, deserted. Jungkook didn't bother looking around for too long before taking a seat at the end of the Gryffindor table, he knew none of the other first years in his house were up yet and a quick scan of the tables didn’t show/stand out any faces.
Halfway through his breakfast of eggs and bacon, he looked up at the muttering sound. A trio sat at what was usually the Ravenclaw table but breakfast was typically eaten with whoever you wanted (unlike dinner time so no décor). They weren't talking very loud but in the large room with barely anyone around, the sound traveled strangely well. Snippets of the conversation reached Jungkook's ears and he tried to make sense of it out of curiosity, but the trio seemed to have sensed that someone was listening in and their voices became quieter. I shouldn't have done that, Jungkook thought, quickly finished the remainder of his breakfast, and made his way out of the Great Hall.
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#ppl fighting back when sfs say hc best dream vocalist is v interesting to me but also i get to relive hc eating the others up (y)#minhyung#taeyong#full sun#doyoung#jaehyun#taeil#why didnt they just cut the sm rookies here idk#nct
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⌜ 𝐄𝐗-𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐎 ───── Vocês não têm mais nada, então isso significa que ele não deveria dormir na sua cama essa noite, né?
(𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀)Ꮺ aquele hc me deixou pensativa, não resisti, desculpa.
𓏲╰ ᰔᩚ ·# [𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐒] ↷ Jae!pai de menina, sexo sem proteção (!), muita dirty talk, elogios e degradação, daddy kink :)), finger sucking, dumbification, choking, jae!dom, um tapa no contexto sexual e um tapa fora, breeding.
— Tá bom — você suspira, com a mão na maçaneta, somente uma gretinha da porta restando, conforme guiou o homem para fora da casa —, boa noite.
Mas antes que conseguisse fechar a porta totalmente, despreocupada se vai ouvir algum cumprimento de volta, Jaehyun gira sobre os calcanhares, para te encarar mais uma vez. Sabe, eu ‘tava pensando...
— Não.
— ...sobre a festa de aniversário da nossa filha, na semana que vem. — Ele ri, soprando ar, mas não deixa de completar o raciocínio, mesmo diante da sua resistência automática. Esconde as mãos nos bolsos. — O que achou que eu fosse dizer?
Os seus olhos correm de um canto pra outro, evitando encará-lo enquanto, também, evita uma resposta verbal, senão uma irritaçãozinha. Ele, claro, porque não vale nada, aproveita-se da sua ausência de palavras pra responder por ti.
— O quê? Que eu ia pedir pra ficar? — a voz soa mais baixa, até mais rouca. O sorriso não abandona a face, canalha. — Que eu...
— E sobre o aniversário dela? — você corta. — O que ‘tava dizendo mesmo?
Jaehyun umedece os lábios, calando-se, feito se desse por vencido. “Nada demais”, conta, “só que eu vou chegar uma meio hora atrasado, mas não mais que isso. Por causa do trabalho.”
Hm, você murmura, de nariz em pé. O olhar passa pelo corpo na sua frente. Dos cabelos repartidos ao meio porque foram jogados pra trás de qualquer forma, o terno acinzentado, até os sapatos sociais.
Normalmente, a filha de vocês não fica com o pai nos dias de semana, porém hoje acabou sendo uma exceção quando precisou ligar para ele e pedir que a levasse na escola e buscasse no fim da tarde, pois estaria ocupada. Jaehyun não se opôs, estava na hora certinha do lado de fora da sua casa para pegá-la, e a trouxe de volta assim que você avisou que já estava em casa. Mas teve que deixá-lo subir, no entanto, coisa que você não costuma permitir. A pequena não queria largar do colo dele e só iria dormir se fosse o pai quem a colocasse na cama.
— Sabe — o tom de voz masculino soa baixo novamente. O Jung dá mais um passo à frente —, quando ela acordar, vai chamar pelo pai dela.
Você aperta o olhar.
— Aí, eu vou dizer pra ela que o pai dela está na casa dele — responde, simplista —, e que ela pode ver ele depois.
Jaehyun repuxa o sorriso, ladino.
— Ela vai chorar...
— Não vai, não.
— Vai, ela ‘tá chorando o dia inteiro. Ela ralou o joelho na escolinha hoje. — Mais um passo à frente, mais pertinho.
— Acontece.
— Qual foi? — Encosta o braço no batente da porta. — Não seja tão má, vai.
Você pende a cabeça, apoiando na porta. “O que você quer que eu faça, então?”, retruca, “Que te deixe dormir aqui?”
O sorriso no rosto dele aumenta, crescendo em câmera lenta, pilantra, mas sem mostrar os dentes. Por mais que mantenha a mesma pose, não pode negar, porém, que sente o corpo até arrepiar ao ser encarada de tal forma. Os olhos do homem brilhando, focando somente em ti. Tem vontade de socar a cara dele, de xingá-lo dos nomes mais vadios possíveis, e nem é a primeira vez que uma tensão assim se estabelece entre vocês.
Vai fazer quatro anos que estão separados. Você ficou com a casa, com o carro, com toda a parte do acordo que propôs no judicial. O Jung concordou com tudo, uma passividade que fez até a sua advogada destacar o quão obviamente ele ainda está apaixonado por você. Mas se manteve firme, não? Não pediu os papéis do divórcio por motivos fúteis — se a sua sogra não fosse tão filha da puta, talvez vocês ainda estivessem juntos.
Não tem muito o que reclamar de Jaehyun como um ex-marido, entretanto. Ele é mais que o pai dos finais de semana, sabe disso. A sua filha não sente a ausência dele, porque ele não se deixa ser ausente. Não precisa lembrá-lo de que se separou somente dele, não precisa lembrá-lo de que ainda é pai. E por mais que, às vezes, uma certa tensão como essa se estabeleça, na maioria das vezes, ele te deixa em paz.
Quer dizer...
— Sabe o que a sua filha falou pra mim ontem? — você cruza os braços.
Ele ri, largo, o quê?
— Ela disse, ‘mamãe, seu namolado é muito feio’ — imita, com um tom de voz mais fino. — ‘O papai é mais bonito.’
Jaehyun continua rindo. Uma das mãos escapando dos bolsos da calça social para correr pelo rosto. Você, no entanto, não esboça nada senão a cara séria.
— Achou engraçado, é? — confronta, irritada. — Olha, Jaehyun, eu não quero você fazendo a cabeça da nossa filha.
Ele fica boquiaberto, ainda entre os sorrisos, a mão articula no ar, mas eu não fiz nada, se defendendo.
— Não é culpa minha se ela pensa assim — reforça. — E ela não tá nem errada, ‘cê sabe.
“Tsc, seu...”, até quer xingá-lo, esticando a mão para dar um soquinho no peito dele, mas engole o termo chulo, tal qual a mão é retida pelo homem, ainda no ar, antes de atacá-lo. A proximidade repentina te traz ainda mais pra perto. Tem que erguer o olhar para encará-lo e não se deixar abater.
— Esse namoradinho seu... — o termo no diminutivo soa debochado demais — ...ele sabe que isso não vai pra frente?
— Quem disse?
— Seus últimos relacionamentos fracassados, tentando me esquecer.
— Igual as putas que você fode, querendo me esquecer também?
— Que putas? — Sorri mais uma vez. A fala mais canalha vindo somente agora. — A última puta que eu fodi foi você.
O tapa estalado que você desfere na bochecha dele arde a pele alheia, é rápido, o pega desprevenido. Jaehyun pende a cabeça pro canto de leve, a língua empurra por dentro da boca, sob o local atingido. Até usa a palma da mão quente para circular o local. Mas é incrível como não perde a postura malandra.
— O quê? — Acaricia o próprio queixo, antes de esconder a mão no bolso de novo. — Não gosta mais de ser fodida como uma puta? Ele não te fode assim?
Você respira fundo. Poderia fechar a porta na cara dele, porém não faz.
— Ele, pelo menos... — o Jung continua — ...te fode bem?
O seu silêncio é o pior tipo de resposta possível nesse momento.
Jaehyun não segura o sorriso bobo, mordendo o lábio pra disfarçar regozijo. Ah, princesa...
— Não me chama assim — você, finalmente, se pronuncia.
— Por quê? — Ele deita a cabeça no batente da porta. — ‘Cê gostava tanto de ser a minha princesa... Não é? — Toca o seu queixo, arrastando o polegar de um lado ao outro. Ergue-se para ficar frente a frente contigo mais uma vez. — O que mais ‘cê gostava, hm? Muitas coisas, né? Era a minha princesa, mas uma princesinha tão suja, porra... Eu fazia o que fazia só pra agradar você, só pra te foder do jeitinho que gostava, lembra? — O toque do polegar sobe mais uns centímetros, escorregando, agora, por cima do seu lábio inferior. — ‘Cê lembra... É difícil esquecer, não? É difícil esquecer o papai.
— Jae...
— Shhh — a voz chia, suave. O foco dos olhos brilhantes estão na sua boca, bem onde o maldito polegar escorrega cada vez mais pra dentro, até afundar-se na sua saliva. — Comigo ‘cê não precisava pensar muito, né? Fazia o que você queria, como queria, na hora que queria. Pra que se importar, se o papai pode cuidar de tudo? Perfeito pra uma putinha boba que nem você, que só queria ser comida até o cérebro derreter, igual a porra escorrendo da buceta.
Você murmura, manhosa. Só não verbaliza nenhuma palavra porque está focada demais nas lembranças sórdidas que ele revive, e, claro, com os dois dedos que substituem o polegar dentro da sua boca.
E os dedos da outra mão do Jung se afogam entre os seus cabelos, a palma quente escorando contra a sua nuca. A sensação é tão gostosa, firme, que seu corpinho derrete, docinha. As pernas bambas só não te levam ao chão, porque o homem adentra porta a dentro contigo, fecha com os pés e te escora na parede mais próxima.
— Tô mentindo, hm? — prossegue conversando, a voz ecoando um charme caloroso pelos seus ouvidos. Você faz que não, a língua lambuzando a pele entre a saliva. Jaehyun sorri. — Não, né? O papai não mente. O papai te conhece muito, muito bem, princesa.
“Tanto que eu sei que esse cara com quem você tá saindo nem deve ter tocado em ti”, arrisca, certeiro. “Acertei, né? Ah, eu sei... Eu sei que você não daria pra ele. E por quê? Por que não tem vontade de foder com ele, hein? Por que ele não sou eu?”, o indicador escapa da sua língua, molhando pelo seu lábio superior, ao contorná-lo.
“É, é isso. É por isso. Não tem graça foder com outro senão eu, não é? Não quer contar pra mais ninguém o quão piranha você é, o quanto gosta de foder forte, de que te tratem mal”, os dedos encharcados escorrem pelo seu queixo, lambuzam de saliva pescoço abaixo, até a palma da mão se fechar na sua garganta. Porra, ele xinga, rouco. Roça o nariz ela sua bochecha, aspira o perfume do seu corpo, reconhecendo a fragrância importada que te deu de presente de casamento. “‘cê gostava até quando doía, ordinária. Me pedindo pra meter até ‘cê chorar, até as perninhas tremerem. Não importava a posição que eu te botasse, gemendo e pedindo mais, mais, igual uma cadelinha burra por pica.”
Encosta a ponta do nariz na sua, ambos de olhos fechados. O calor que as palavras te geram é tamanho que faz a sala de estar tão ampla e fresca ter a sensação térmica absurda de quente, feito a necessidade entre as suas pernas, interior de coxas se esfregando uma na outra.
E enquanto uma mão permanece adornando o seu pescoço igual um colar caro, a outra acaricia o canto do seu rosto, afetuoso.
— Vou te perguntar uma vez — ele sussurra —, e quero que você fale comigo, okay?
Você faz que sim, obediente.
Jaehyun capta o seu labio inferior com os dentes, erótico. Te faz arfar, as próprias mãos suando contra a superfície fria da parede.
— Diz pra mim, diz — ele começa — Quer que eu te foda agora?
Você resmunga, indignada. A boa consciência diz que não, te implora pra não se render, mas como se um diabinho murmurrasse no seu ombro, o corpo grita por senti-lo, por ser dele pelo menos por essa noite.
Por isso, a palavra que ecoa da sua boca é um não, só que mergulhado num tom tão docinho que só faz indicar o completo oposto do termo.
— Não? — Jaehyun imita, sarcástico.
— Não posso.
— Não pode? — e faz de novo. — Não pode, é? Não pode, papai... — Sorri, de canto, a covinha afundando no canto da boca. Leva a mão do seu pescoço para pegar a sua mandíbula, bruto. — Sobe pro nosso quarto, anda — orienta —, quero te encontrar sentadinha na nossa cama, e sem esse vestido.
É só ele te soltar pra você fazer seu caminho pelas escadas na frente dele. Jaehyun não tem pressa pra te acompanhar, sabe que será atendido, exatamente como pediu. Enquanto sobe os degraus, está retirando o blazer, em passos calmos pelo corredor oposto à porta do quarto da filha.
A porta da suíte está aberta, um sorrisinho não deixa de ressurgir na face masculina quando te vê nua, sentada sobre as panturrilhas, na cama de casal. Joga o casaco na poltrona mais próxima, trancando a porta em seguida.
Vem devagar, ignorando a ânsia estampada na sua face. O desejo exorbitante. Afrouxa a gravata, puxa o nó, deixando a peça cair no chão mesmo. Desfaz os botões da camisa nos pulsos, subindo um pouco as mangas pelo antebraço.
Quando está parado na sua frente, na beirada da cama, o olhar vai do seu rostinho mal iluminado por somente parte das luzes acesas até o teto espelhado. Mais uma vez que vai se ver virar uma putinha na minha mão, hm?
Segura nos cantos do seu rosto, os lábios tomam os seus com a mesma necessidade que você transborda ao ser facilmente deitada no colchão. As suas pernas se fecham ao redor da cintura dele, o quadril move-se loucamente para roçar o sexo já ensopadinho de tesão na braguilha dura da calça social. Não quer admitir pra si mesma, mas sentiu tanta falta disso — dele.
Jaehyun se aparta com um selinho no queixo, embora os seus resmungos queiram o manter por perto.
— Tenho que tirar isso — ele justifica, começando a puxar os botões da camisa.
Eu te ajudo, você murmura, os dedinhos correm para desafivelar o cinto, jogá-lo em um canto qualquer do quarto. Apalpa por cima da ereção, sentindo a umidade do tecido, culpa do seu roçar frenético em busca de algum prazer. Desculpa, sussurra, mordendo o lábio entre o sorriso, ao olhá-lo.
Jaehyun apenas ri, a cabeça tomba pra trás, retirando a camisa do corpo. O seu nariz se esfrega próximo às costelas dele, a boca também toca a pele quente, agora desnuda da cintura pra cima, ao passo que se encarrega de despi-lo abaixo. A língua lambe até quase no peitoral, sensual.
Quando a ereção ganha a atenção dos seus olhos, o Jung não te deixa nem tocá-la, pega na sua nuca, firme ao te domar.
— Quer na sua boquinha, ahm? — pergunta, bem baixinho. Você não consegue tirar os olhos. A ponta babadinha, um fiozinho fino se esticando até desaparecer conforme uma gotinha pinga na colcha. Saliva, faminta. — Quer meu pau fodendo a sua boca, é? Ou metendo na sua buceta? Olha pra mim! — Estala um tapa na sua bochecha, finalmente fisga o seu olhar. — Tão boba de tesão que leva pica em qualquer buraquinho, não é, princesa? Pô... — Sorri, delirante. — Quero meter tanto em você, sua cachorra.
Te deita na cama de novo, dessa vez arrastando os joelhos no colchão ao se colocar por cima. Empurra as suas coxas contra o seu torso, te abrindo inteirinha pra ele, mas logo os joelhos estão se ancorando nos ombros do Jung, numa posição que você sabe, vai fazê-lo ir tão fundo que os olhinhos já se reviram de satisfação.
Jaehyun esfrega o falo pesado pra cá e pra lá, por cima da buceta molhadinha. A bagunça úmida fica ainda maior quando surra com a cabecinha gorda bem no seu pontinho sensível, te fazendo choramingar, agarrada aos lençois da cama.
É sacana quando te olha, assistindo à sua reação de desespero. Morde o seu joelho, apontando lá embaixo finalmente, é tudo seu, meu amor, sussurrando antes de empurrar-se pra dentro.
Escutar o som prazeroso que ecoa da garganta dele te faz piscar, espremendo ainda mais tudo o que te adentra com gosto. Chama o nome dele, Jae, toda manhosinha, os braços esticados para abraçá-lo enquanto é dominada por completo. Talvez ele estivesse certo mais cedo, você realmente se pergunta se outro cara vai te fazer sentir tão cheia, tão sedenta, tão... Argh, e quando ele começa a meter em você, tão deliciosamente fundo que se toca na região do ventre, sente doer, músculos rígidos, retesados.
Não consegue se mover, senão torcer os dedinhos dos pés de tanto prazer. Os olhos se fecham, pálpebras sendo apertadas, deixando-se ser tomada pela queimação extasiante na boca do estômago. Aí, a mente viaja de tal forma, louquinha de desejo, que não consegue emitir outro som a não ser os gemidinhos, ah, ah, ah, que eram pra ser contínuos mas são quebrados por cada choque das bolas na sua bunda.
Jaehyun ergue minimamente o torso, apenas para tapar a sua boca com a palma da mão.
— Cala a porra da boca — soa rígido, cuspindo as palavras quase num rosnado de frenesi. — Eu sei que a sua função de putinha tonta é ficar gemendo igual uma cadela quando ganha pau na buceta, mas ‘cê não quer acordar ninguém, quer?
Os seus olhinhos se arregalam de leve, faz que não, acenando.
— Isso, muito bem. — Roça a ponta do nariz pelas suas têmporas, a voz rouca ainda pertinho pra continuar conversando com você. — Não quer parar agora, não é? Hm? Não... Quer mais, quer foder mais. Quer meter até ganhar porra quentinha aí, né? Ah, princesa, dá última vez que eu enchi essa buceta de porra, também te dei um bebê. Quer mais um, ahm? — Joga os quadris com mais velocidade, impiedoso. O rosto coladinho no seu. — Quer, hm? Quer? Quer que eu lote de porra até essa bucetinha cuspir tudo pra fora, e eu socar de novo? Eu faço pra você, eu faço...
Você o deixa fazer, o que não é uma surpresa. Nem mesmo se passa pela sua mente algum consequência quando só visualiza o sorriso canalha do homem que te faz gozar duas vezes seguidas, sem pausas, sobre a cama em que ele costumava fazer a mesma coisa. Ao fim, você está tão exausta que desmonta, apaga o cérebro, nua, completamente dolorida e encharcada entre as pernas.
Quando acorda, é no mesmo horário que seu despertador costuma tocar bem cedinho, para que possa arrumar a filha pra escola. Levanta apressada, não se lembra de ter se coberto com a colcha e nem de deitar a cabeça no travesseiro, mas ignora o vestido jogado no chão e vai para o banheiro se arrumar de uma maneira apresentável para aparecer no quarto da filha.
Mas antes mesmo de abrir a porta e dizer bom dia, flor do dia, a pequena já está desperta, sentadinha na beirada da cama enquanto o pai termina de ajeitar o penteado cheio de elásticos coloridos e presilhas de cabelo.
— Bom dia, mamãe! — ela cantarola, no mesmo tom que você tem o costume de fazer para ela. — O papai dormiu aqui comigo, o papai tá aqui em casa. Olha o papai, mãe, olha! Olha!
Você não sabe o que dizer, atônita, parada no corredor, com a porta do quartinho todo colorido aberta para aquela cena. Leva o olhar para o Jung, o terno de ontem a noite intacto cobrindo o corpo, faltando apenas dar o nó da gravata e vestir o blazer. Os cabelos ainda úmidos de um banho no qual ele com certeza usou as suas coisas no banheiro da suíte.
— E, agora... — ele começa, ao finalizar o cabelo da filha. A pega no colo, de modo que possa ficar deitada por cima dos antebraços, imitando um aviãozinho no ar até a porta. — ...vamo’ tomar café, mocinha! — Arrasta a pronúncia da última palavra, teatral, enquanto os sons alegres da risada infantil preenche a casa. — Depois, o papai vai te levar pra escola, vamo’.
— Eba! — ela grita, eufórica.
Você segura no braço dele, Jae, chamando baixinho antes de deixá-lo zarpar pelo corredor até a cozinha.
— Relaxa — é o que te responde, exibindo um sorrisinho de canto. — A gente conversa mais tarde, pode ir dormir. Eu cuido das coisas aqui... Porque o papai tá em casa! — Volta a brincar com a pequena, balançando-a no ar.
— O papai tá em casaaa! — a sua filha imita de volta, até te fazendo esboçar um sorriso tímido diante de tanto entusiasmo.
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can you write hc's of jaehyun with a younger s/o? maybe also include how he spoils her 😍
a/n: oh em gee of course i can :3 i’ll make it look pretty too!! this is my first time writing for anything nct so pls bare w me i am trying my best!!!
MASTERLIST
✧˖° spoiled
💌 firstly, he was shocked that he could pull you. i mean yeah he’s one of the hottest mfs on the planet. but he’s still kinda shocked by the fact he pulled you. someone who’s a total princess in the best way possible.
💌 to him you are everything, truly his princess. which is why that’s his nickname for you :3 to jaehyun you’re as kind as one, smart, and beautiful as those fictional princesses. at first he’s a little quiet about voicing these, because he is older and he doesn’t wanna weird you out. but once that boundary is broken, he’s worshipping you.
💌 since you’re so generous towards other people, he takes spoiling you up a notch. anything you want he’s on his way. jaehyun is sprinting this shit is like a marathon to him. trying to beat new records
💌 he will take note of everything you like and dislike, if you like getting your nails done, there’s money in your account for it every 2 weeks. you like getting your hair done? money in your account every month? want a spa day with him going with you? calandre cleared, he’s paying for it.
💌 jaehyun gets a little protective sometimes too, you are younger so its inevitable that you’re a little more naive than him. he will listen to your problems and give you the best advice he can. if you’re really upset he has no problem with holding you and telling you it’ll be okay.
💌 whenever there’s a tour or he has to go out of the country, he takes you with him so you can experience it too. at this point he’s paying for everything so why wouldn’t you go lol
💌 jaehyun is absolutely eating it up when you wear his clothes. especially if it’s one of his hats and hoodies. he thinks you’re so cute and will take photos of you posing.
💌 he’s kinda goofy sometimes and will show that side of him around you more. he feels like he can let go of that like hot guy persona and be weird.
💌 he is definitely the type of guy to leave little gifts for you in hidden places and when you find them he’s like, “omg how did that get there?”
💌 JAEHYUN STARTS TEXTING LIKE YOU TO HIS FRIENDS OUT OF HABIT. so he’ll start using your mannerisms and phrases and tbh it freaks his friends out a little but they get it lol he’s in love and happy so who cares
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hi it's me again 😜😜 since you've seen the bnd insanity on my blog i was curious abt yours,, what are some random hcs u have for them (could be any of them or all of them,, whatever u wanna share im listening 👂🏾)
(also ur name is so pretty <3)
- lunicho
Warnings — Smut focused, MDNI.
Note — My beloved bunny!!!! Thank you sm, literally making me smile so much, I’m sorry this took a little longer than expected, I wanted to catch up on content since it’s been a while and wanted a refresh on the boys :,) BUT THIS ONES FOR YOU !!!!
⋆ P. Sungho
He’s such a service dom to me, but he isn’t completely nasty, though if you requested it he could switch up quite easily and become a little rougher with you, a little more mean with his mouth. Literally whatever makes you feel good, whatever has you cumming around his dick quicker he’s more than down. I also think he’d have a thing for fucking you in unconventional places, situations- holding you up, keeping you steady as he whispers praises to you for being so compliant with him that are so quiet it doesn’t even catch at the surrounding air. He likes putting in the work to keep your pleasure flowing, the atmosphere alive, undisturbed. His kisses are messy, even when it’s just a quick goodbye he still manages to slip his tongue into your mouth and he isn’t satisfied until at least your hair or his clothes are left in a disheveled state, sometimes he can’t help but slip his fingers under the waistband of your bottoms, his two fingers curling into your cunt and sinking smoothly inside of you, only giving you a few pumps before he’s tearing himself away and hurrying out the door. (I’m unwell.)
Remainder of members under the cut!
⋆ L. Riwoo
Can I just say that Blonde Riwoo reminded me so much of Blonde Mingi :b ANYWAYS, GIRL. HIS NOSE???? Goes out of his way to purposely drag the tip of it against your clit when he’s eating you out, keeps his eyes open and focussed on you almost the whole time too, makes sure you see the way his tongue drags up in tandem. I can only THINK of him having an oral fixation, loves your tongue, loves sticking his fingers in your mouth and keeping them there when you’re riding him, but also when your fingers are in his mouth, prodding the back of his throat when you’re fucking him dumb, gets really messy because he’s so far gone. Lots and lots of eye contact!! wants to see every nuance of your expressions in the ways he pleasures you, gets hard in public a little too quickly when you make a sudden sound or face when you’re eating something good because it reminds him of the same characteristics you have in bed.
⋆ M. Jaehyun
I literally wrote something similar to this but very halfassed, saved it as a draft and then deleted it but… Jaehyun’s the type to have an older s/o, like he just needs to be taken care of it makes me unwell. Whether it’s minor domestic acts of service or sex, he just wants you, needs you. Always has his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you against his chest, face buried in your neck. I’M SICK. The type to prefer your natural scent over perfume because it’s something that keeps him grounded when it becomes hard to speak, his nerves jumping up his throat before a performance, sweet thing just wants to be held. The same with when he’s asking of you to help release some of his stress in a more… intimate way. Wants to be sat cozy between your legs while you play with his cock, wants to be called pretty, told that you have faith in him to make the best of his time on stage. Whimpers “Love you- I love you so much.” repeatedly when he’s close because he’s just so full of your love that it spills out from between his pretty lips without the mental effort.
⋆ H. Taesan
I know that quite a lot of people perceive Taesan as a dom leaning person, but I think he’d love- like love to be at your will, knowingly plays himself into the palm of your hand because he finds himself frequently craving the feeling of overstimulation paired with your sweet, encouraging words that drives him to tears. And not just the few clumps of squeezed out tears kind, but to the point where you have him a full on sobbing wreck. Loves when you ride him because the sweet boy doesn’t have to do a thing except lay there and remain open for you to use, likes when you make him say humiliating things, when you roughly grab at his jaw when he denies you with a bashful shake of his head, cheeks red and hot. Likes starting things in public because he’s never the one to finish it, changing rooms are a bad idea when the two of you are out shopping together, because he becomes a little too touchy when you’re trying stuff on and then has to be shut up with his head stuffed between your thighs. I’d love to say pillow princess vibes, but he’d be wayyyy too desperate for you to hold himself back.
⋆ K. Leehan
I feel like with Leehan dirty talk is something that’s kept to a minimum, like you have to beg for him to talk to you whilst he’s got his fingers teasing you, waiting to hear more, hanging at his every word. The horrible, gut wrenching thing about it though is that he’s so good with his words. I’ve noticed that his voice has a lot of bass to it compared to the other members, like if you put your hand to his chest you’d feel the vibrations of it rattling through his bones, he knows how bad you crave to hear him, that’s why there’s always a little smile on his face when your voice starts becoming airy from the impatience wearing you thin, purposely shifting around under him to show how bad you need it to get off. Hearing him lip nasty words into your ear is the equivalent of his thumb reaching up to run circles into your clit while his two fingers pump expertly into your cunt at a pace that has you struggling to keep your eyes open, he knows it, but he won’t so easily give in because the way you paw at him, say his name, the sight of you, your body, your face, all of it makes him so incredibly hard.
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Sub!Jaehyun HC's
Jaehyun is a little complex. While he enjoys being a submissive person he likes to challenge you.
He has this image of masculinity in his mind so he tries to keep some parts of it in the bed room. He loves when he's talked down into his submission. Rather than just easily just complying.
He likes to be degraded. Call him filthy names. Call him a loser, a freak, a weirdo, a perv. He loves it.
Enjoys when you ignore him. Use your phone while he's fucking into you and he gets really frustrated. Now he's on a mission to get you to pay attention and of course it doesn't work but he ends up making himself cum super hard.
Likes to be choked hard to the point he's gasping for air.
When he tops he likes to be slapped around. Loves when you put him in his place.
When you ride him he likes feeling absolutely exposed. Strip him completely naked and leave most of your clothes on.
He doesn't like to be pegged that much. He tried once, you gave it to him fast and hard , so hard that clear liquid started squirting out of him. He felt embarrassed after , from that day on he just never enjoyed it that much.
Wants you to mark his body. When he tops he wants nail marks running down his back. He wants his soft cheeks to be turned red from all the slapping. Dark red hickeys with touches of yellow from bruising lining his neck. He truly does love it rough
When he's stressed he wants you to give him head till he passes out. It clears his mind.
Lights must be completely off. A couple of candles lit as well. He's pretty high maintenance.
He's dabbled into exhibition but he isn't a big fan. You two were in a dressing room and one thing led to another. You were riding him on one of the benches inside and a worker just so happened to knock on the door due to the noise. He got completely turned off and was on the verge of a mini panic attack. Walking out of the dressing room was a nightmare.
His relationship is really grounded by trust. He wants to be able to tell you everything he yearns for and in return you tell him the same.
He has a thing with feet.
Has a really good Neo soul / R&B playlist that he uses every time.
His moans start off really low. Almost like a deep husky growl. When he gets close though , it switches from silent choking to high pitched crying.
Enjoys having sex while being high. It makes him feel light weight.
Really likes when you smoke while on top and shotgun into his mouth.
When he's in headspace he needs a lot of reassurance.
He comes really hard when you sit him in front of a mirror and jerk him off while playing with his nipples. He thinks he has a great body and an even better face so watching it turns him on.
Likes to be held down with restraints.
His safe word is just a simple : red.
When everything is over you need to cuddle with him for a while. Just so he can be assured that nothing you said during the act was true.
One time after a really intense scene , he went non verbal and you didn't notice. So you got up and went to the bathroom to quickly grab a cloth but when you came back he had fell into subdrop. He was curled in a ball , shaking and crying. It took you 10 minutes to coax him out of it. You felt horrible.
Jerks off quiet often. Either using a fleshlight or his hand.
He doesn't like using a lot of lube. The friction feels really good for him.
Prefers to listen to NSFW audios rather than actually watching porn.
When he's feeling extra lazy he pulls out a small bullet vibrator and places it on his tip. He cums in seconds.
When he's in public he gets a thrill out of acting like he runs things between the two of you. Nobody knows that when its just you two between 4 walls, he's on his knees shaking and crying like a little bitch begging for you to fuck his brains out.
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Zoo faz um hc do nct pedindo pra eles massagearem os peitos gsusjjsksks tô num fogo com isso
NCT 127 x Pedindo para massagear seus peitos
Taeil
Normalmente o taeil não faria esses tipos de pedido, porém um tempo atrás os membros estavam conversando sobre coisas que gostavam de fazer com seus parceiros, e massagear os peitos foi algo que chamou atenção do coreano.
Ele ficaria em completo silêncio no quarto, sentado na cama e pensando se deveria ou não cogitar fazer o pedido para você. Taeil respiraria fundo, se encararia no espelho e decidiria seguir até a cozinha para perguntar de uma vez por todas.
Ficaria sem jeito quando você risse da timidez mas aceitasse que o namorado testasse entender o prazer na sensação de massagear. Ele iria amar ficar tocando seus peitos, taeil já achava eles bonitos, agora tinha uma paixão ainda maior.
Johnny
Sei que muitos imaginam ele sendo sempre extrovertido, porém acho que com você johnny seria mais contido em certos pontos para não te assustar ou afastar dele. Ele sempre achou seus peitos bonitos, durante a relação sexual gostava de ficar observando a região pulando bem na frente do seu rosto.
Johnny decidiria fazer o pedido quando uma noite estivessem saindo para um jantar romântico e você aparecesse com uma blusa que tinha um decote que realçava seus lindos peitos.
Ele chegaria por trás de você enquanto se arrumava no espelho, te abraçaria romanticamente e levaria a mão até seus seios, apertando levemente e sentindo preencher toda a sua mão. Sussurraria o pedido no seu ouvido, você concordaria sorrindo e fecharia os olhos enquanto sentia os toques do namorado.
Taeyong
Taeyong nunca escondeu como gostava das roupas decotadas que você usava nos dias rotineiros, mesmo que sentisse um leve ciúmes quando pegava os outros membros tentando encarar discretamente, ele sabia como era algo da sua personalidade e não queria podar essa sua coragem de usar blusas que valorizavam tantos esse ponto.
Ele pensaria em pedir para massagear quando uma noite, enquanto se vestiam para dormir, taeyong percebesse você entrando de pijama no quarto com os bicos dos seios totalmente rígidos pelo frio.
Quando você deitasse na cama quentinha e puxasse o cobertor, taeyong levaria a mão silenciosamente para um dos seus seios apertando fraco, quando você o encarasse com as sobrancelhas erguidas, ele apenas devolveria olhar com aqueles pupilas gigantes e você sorriria concordando com o pedido silêncioso.
Yuta
Esse menino não tinha timidez nenhuma em pedir para massagear seus peitos quando sentisse vontade, na verdade a um tempo ele vinha investindo nesses gestos durante as relações sexuais que tinham. Ele gostava de ficar tocando e sugando seus seios enquanto estocava rápido.
Yuta tinha costume de abrir expressões maliciosas e divertidas quando você andava sem sutiã pela casa, por se sentir confortável com o namorado, yuta valorizava isso. Ele ficaria observando você seguir sua rotina normalmente enquanto os peitos mexiam junto.
Ele pediria na primeira oportunidade que visse você sentar pelo cansaço, chegaria com um sorrisinho e apontaria o dedo para os seus seios pedindo para massagear, você aceitaria sem contestar.
Doyoung
Quando ele escutasse um dos membros falando sobre gostar de massagear os seios da parceira para se acalmar, doyoung faria uma expressão de julgamento e não conteria o riso. Ele era puxado para fetiches mais tradicionais, nada fora do comum.
Tudo podia mudar quando ele começasse a observar com mais atenção os peitos que tinha dentro da própria casa, a forma como você sempre destacava a região sem intenção mas apenas por ter seios volumosos mesmo.
Doyoung faria o pedido pós uma transa, quando estivessem deitados recuperando o fôlego e ele olhasse para os peitos subindo e descendo, acompanhando a respiração. Tocaria para sentir mais o local e começaria a massagear sem pensar muito e logo pediria se podia fazer com mais frequência.
Jaehyun
Ele sempre admirou o seu corpo como um todo, amava cada detalhe e curva que você tinha. Sua bunda era a parte favorita do jaehyun, principalmente porque durante o sexo e ao longo do dia ele tinha costume de bater na região apenas por diversão.
Nos últimos dias jaehyun estava reparando mais nos seus seios, principalmente porque estavam passando um tempo em outro país, aproveitando a praia e o verão, você estava usando biquíni com mais frequência que o normal.
Estariam deitados em uma rede após retornarem da praia, você ainda estava com a parte de cima do biquíni, não conseguia ter uma visão do namorado na posição que tava deitada mas ele encarava fixamente seus seios. Com a voz rouca e baixa, jaehyun pediria para massagear seus peitos, você apenas concordaria dando de ombros e satisfazendo o ego dele.
Jungwoo
Esse menino é sem vergonha mesmo, ele já tinha costume de glorificar tudo em você, seja sua personalidade ou partes físicas do corpo. Um dos problemas é que ele exigia muita atenção e carinho da sua parte, queria que você retribuísse com atos mimosos.
A algumas semanas jungwoo vem mostrando interesse nos seus peitos, pegou diversas vezes ele encarando com os olhos fixo e a boca entre aberta, até mesmo passando a língua entre os lábios.
Uma noite ele engatinharia na cama até você, deixaria uns beijinho no seu pescoço descendo até os peitos e com uma expressão fofa perguntaria se podia dormir aquele noite massageando o local.
Mark
A primeira vez que o canadense cogitou isso, ele estava observando você brincar com um cachorrinho e seus peitos balançavam bastante junto. Quando a imagem dele massageando os seios passou pela cabeça, mark bateu no próprio rosto como reflexo para tentar tirar a ideia da mente.
Vocês ainda estavam no processo de se conhecerem melhor, mark não queria dar um passo maior que perna, mesmo que você tenha comentado que estava levemente ansiosa para o momento que finalmente teriam relação sexual. Porém ele não queria ir muito rápido e seguir tudo em um ritmo tranquilo, sem arrependimentos posteriores.
Tudo foi por água baixo, quando foram a uma festa juntos e algumas pessoas vieram pedir para conversar com você e ficaram encarando seus seios quase saltando no decote. Mark bufaria profundamente, te abraçaria por trás e puxaria seu corpo para mais perto do peitoral dele mostrando posse, pediria no seu ouvido se podia tocar no local e ficaria com a mãos ali até o fim da noite.
Haechan
Muito antes que todos os membros pensassem na possibilidade de ficarem massageando os seios de seus parceiros, donghyuck já havia feito isso de todas as formas, a favorita era com a boca.
Para haechan havia apenas um único jeitode se acalmar após um dia estressante na empresa. Com algumas massagens nos seus seios, o menino se sentia mais leve e conseguia abrir um sorriso novamente no rosto.
Ele chegaria em casa jogando a mochila em cima da mesa, você viraria o rosto assustada, ele se aproximaria e faria uma manhã pedindo para deitar no seu colo e massagear os seus peitos. Você abriria um sorriso fraco e bateria a mão nas pernas para ele deitar a cabeça.
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val 19 she/her ʕ ˃̶Ⱉ˂̶ ʔ
welcome to my page :D
this account will be used to post my works and share my fic recs! because of the content of the work i post and reblog, this account is not for minors!!!!!!!
this account will be mainly for nct, and the members i feel comfortable writing are as follows: haechan, mark, jaehyun, maybe... renjun and jaemin
requests are closed as of right now and hard hours are always encouraged :3 i will not answer any asks with topics that i am uncomfortable with!
below is my masterlist, thank you for reading!
series
how it all goes | smut, angst, fluff (hc, mk, jh, jm, rj)
haechan
fics:
the devil says hi | 8k (smut, slight suspense)
spur of the moment | pt 1 pt 2 | 12.1k (smut)
bratty haechan with dom reader | req 1 | 2.4k (smut)
tread lightly | 17.6k (smut)
bratty haechan with mommy kink | req 3 | 2.2k (smut)
study buddies | 5.5k (smut)
blurbs:
[08:27] (smut)
nerd!haechan | pt. 1 pt. 2 | (smut)
biting kink with vampire haechan (smut)
cucking jaemin’s girlfriend (smut)
haechan hard hours
mark
fics:
self control | ft. jaehyun | 7.8k (smut)
soft dom mark and morning sex | req 4 | 2.4k (smut)
studying with mark | req 5 | 2.7k (smut)
mark hard hours
renjun
blurbs:
[03:23] (smut)
[17:10] (smut)
jaemin
fics:
jealous jaemin and reader | req 2 | 2.8k (smut)
five more minutes | ask | 6.4k (smut)
jaehyun
fics:
self control | ft. mark | 7.8k (smut)
blurbs:
breeding kink (smut)
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A WIN WIN ♡‧ ⁺彡
✧ Pairing- Lee Haechan x reader
✧ Summary- haechan being a tease. Getting exactly what he wants and knowing exactly how to get it.
✧ Warnings- teasing, suggestive touching, kissing, tears etc
✧ A/N: not really proofread, sorry if it’s ass. Haechan is hot, end of story.
Your hand caressed his thigh softly, drawing figures on his skin so effortlessly causing haechan to shudder against your touch. This wasn’t exactly something new, though you’ve been dating for a year now, he can’t seem to get used to your deliberate touches, so gentle yet so mean.
It was cute really, his reactions. The way he would bruise his plush lips while biting them, hoping to stop any sound wanting to escape. The way he would wither away from your touch as shivers rush down his back fixing his posture before anyone notices. The way he would so desperately try to pry your hand away from his thigh before getting more sensitive, only to beg for you to touch him all over again the next second.
And it was all because of him, he knew exactly what he wanted and he knew exactly how to get it.
Leaving the house looking absolutely hot, in a way he would only look for you alone. The delicate touches against your ass as his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer just so you could feel him even more. The hold on your thigh as you both sit around the table, friends oblivious to the way his fingers “accidentally” linger against your pussy, teasing you over and over again like a game.
In the end, he knew exactly how to piss you off just right so you can fuck it out of him later, settling every angry nerve in your body for his own self pleasure.
He knew playing this game would always end up with him winning. If not you on your knees begging to be fucked with tears streaming down your cheeks, then he would be the one begging you to tear him apart, to wreck him, to punish him. Either way, he would be satisfied with the results.
You both get to enjoy a type of pleasure fueled by anger and desperation. A pleasure that would lead to his hand roaming and gripping your body as lewd sounds escaped your lips, mouth gaped as sweat runs down your forehead, hair sticking against your skin as his lips attacked your neck. Lips bruised from harsh love bites and passionate kissing, lips sucking and parting as his tongue wetly slides into your mouth. You tying his hands above his head, his body glistening with sweat, pressed down against the soft covers that lay underneath him as he looks up at you with doll eyes filled of warm tears, cheeks tinted pink while he awaits your next move. Hoping, wishing, begging it leads to him being fucked dumb, senseless, as pleasure dominates his body over and over again, trembling below you as he takes on yet another orgasm, but still wanting more.
A sight both of you dream of reenacting as many times as your bodies can take, never getting tired of the incredible pleasures that wishes to be felt, so
a win win.
#nct haechan#nct x reader#nct 127 smut#nct dream headcanons smut#nct scenarios#nct jaehyun#nct 127 scenarios#nct dream smut#nct 127 reactions#nct headcanons#nct smut#nct yandere reactions#nct reactions#sub nct#nct dream smut hcs#nct smut headcanons#haechan smut#nct dream suggestive#wayv scenarios#wayv imagines#wayv smut#nct reaction#yandere nct#sub taeyong#sub mark lee#sub haechan
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Vegaaaaaaaa 😭😭😭😭😭😭 eu vi que você fez hc do Johnny como namoradinho e como uma boa amiga e louca vim pedir pra você fazer um do Jaehyun como namoradinho também!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺 eu amo ele demais cr
❝jaehyun maps.
Imagino que Jaehyun seja bem peludinho, sabe? Braços e pernas bem cabeludos, e acho bem fofo.
Ele usaria seu shampoo, e seu condicionador. Sairia do banho com seu cheirinho de neném todo bobo.
Seria um relacionamento meio low profile, não imagino ele te mostrando pra todos, seria meio ciumento.
Como eu disse no do Johnny, imagino que ele antes do banho fique sentado no vaso só vendo vídeo bobo kkkkkk
Quando não tem ninguém vendo, adora ficar te dar beijinhos bem quentes.
Apesar dos apesares, quando estão só os dois juntinhos no quarto, adora deitar no seu peito, e que você faça um cafuné gostosinho no cabelo dele.
Penso nele sendo o cara que anda de samba canção pra cima e pra baixo pela casa.
Você mostra algo pra ele no celular, e ele aperta os olhinhos e concorda "que lindo, amor", mesmo sem ter enxergado porra nenhuma, porque né, o gato usa óculos.
Odeia brigas, pra ele você tá sempre certa e fé. Não gosta de confusão.
É o cara que chama a mulher de patroa.
Muito, muito, muito adepto ao sexo.
É um exemio dono de casa apesar de tudo. Vocês dividiriam as tarefas, e Jaehyun seria o mestre de lavar as roupas. Sério, imagino muito ele fazendo tarefinhas.
Desejo enorme de ser pai, de formar uma família contigo.
Seria um cara muito organizado, gosta de ter a casa de vocês sempre limpinha.
MUITO cheiroso, o tempo inteiro. Até quando chega da academia, muito muito cheiroso.
Chamaria os amigos pra beber, e adoraria se você aparecesse do nada e ficasse só sentadinha no colo dele prestando atenção no papo.
Tenho um cenário bem específico, dele de chinelinho, bermuda, óculos e cabelo meio bagunçado, indo no mercado contigo comprar as coisas pra fazer um churrasquinho de domingo pros amigos.
Mas na maior parte do tempo andaria super bem arrumado.
Enfim, material husband
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Wrong House Ch 2: Second Home
Cast: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Mingyu (mentioned, Jeong Jaehyun (kinda)
Summary: Jungkook wakes up on Halloween Morning, and forgets that there's no class + a horrible day in general. Oh right, and he has an encounter with a warrior, or two, and the Gryffindor's Snake.
'A second home', the man had said. Well, I don't need a second home, Jungkook had thought so then and still do so now almost three months into the school year. I already had a home. He grumbled to himself as he got ready for the day ahead, silent so as to not wake his dormmates. Today was a Friday so his first lesson was Transfiguration, followed by Charms, then History of Magic after lunch. Which, if anyone had asked Jungkook, or anyone else in his year for that matter if that was a good idea, then the response would be a massive no. Or maybe, actually, a yes if (Mingyu) was asked because being full makes one sleepy and Professor Binns has a very great talent for lulling people to sleep. A combination that was NOT ideal if one wanted to pass his class.
The grandfather clocked chimed from somewhere in the room the tune, a different one for every hour, told him that it was six am. He waited for the loud blaring of the alarm and the collected groans of five boys as it pulled them from whatever nice dream they were having. Except.
Nothing. Nothing followed the soft hourly tune.
He got up from his perch, checked his watch and - yeah, no today was definitely a Friday. He stood for a few more minutes, contemplating, and then headed towards the bed nearest to the fireplace. Watched and waited as the duvet moved and stilled. He stood at the side of the bed thinking. In the end, impatience won out and Jungkook slowly shook the boy awake. "What? ", he muttered sleepily, eyes remaining shut. "I think the clock's broken. It's already six but it hasn't rung properly yet"
Jaehyun opened his eyes and stared at Jungkook (trying to see if he was serious or if he'd somehow gotten dragged into someone's prank) "Am I the first one you woke up?"
"Yeah, you're normally the second person to get out of bed and I figured you can help me wake up the others."
"Good. Don't."
"What?"
"Don't wake up the others Kook", he said with a laugh, "they might smother you with a pillow or something". At Jungkook's silence, Jaehyun continued, "Kook, it Halloween. We don't have any classes today"
"Oh." He blinked and moved back toward his own bed, letting Jaehyun slide back under his covers and back to dreamland. Well that's a waste of sleep, he thought as he glared at his potions assignment sitting on the table. The one he's stayed well into dawn to finish.
Jungkook sat back on the edge of his bed, silently debating if he should try to go back to sleep or not. The 'not' won out. Well aware that he was now more awake than earlier, he decided to change out of his uniform into some jeans and a sweater, a walk might be nice. There shouldn't be a lot of people awake at this time.
#Hogwarts au#HPAU#KpopAU#headcanon#headcannon#hc#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#kpop in hogwarts#kpop x hogwarts#kpop hogwarts au#JJK#jeon jungkook#jungkook#bts#bangtan sonyeondan#bangtan#Kim Mingyu#Seventeen#jeong jaehyun#nct#Schedule? Ha! I only have 4 of these written and its not finished ahhahaa#idek why i started posting it#hopefully motivation?#feel free to scream at me
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εїз masterlist εїз
NCT
SÉRIE The Story Of Us
PEDIDOS
127 com ciúmes, hc 1, 2 & 3
dojaejung, as formas do amor 1, 2 & 3
» chenle
Jo Malone & Pinot Noir
[10:36]
chenle +praia
chenle texts
» haechan
carinho I
carinho II
tornado warnings
ficante fiel
» jaehyun
replay I & II
fica, por favor
jaehyun + piscina
» jaemin
#dontskipjaeminday
jaemin + gatinhos
jaemin + fofoca
destino
no pain, no gain
» jeno
Try Hard (eng) 1, 2 & 3
bem que se quis
porque eu te amo
se tu me quiseres
não consigo parar de pensar no jeno...
» jisung
01:52am
slow hands
jisung + beijo
nonsense
» johnny
Me Conta da Tua Janela
» jungwoo
o pai amassa no futevôlei
» renjun
Ela quer, Ela adora
renjun + academia
» taeyong
uma ficada dessas
» yuta
motor home
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