ok but how bout drunk!jay?? he can’t stop his lil burps, giggly, singing love confessions loudly, sleepy, sloppy mouthy kisses, somehow extra cute (his secret aegyo comes out)???
i’m giggling i love him so much
warnings: mentions of alcohol, established relationship, kissing, use of petnames and that’s it!
the front door barely clicks shut before jay is giggling — loud, unrestrained giggles that echo through the dark dorm. he kicks his shoes off in the wrong direction, one landing on the couch, and immediately reaches for you like you’re his lifeline.
“babyyyyy,” he drawls, voice syrupy and way too loud for 2 a.m. he wraps his arms around you from behind, burying his face in your neck. “i missed you so much. like… i thought about you the whole time i was drinking.”
you laugh softly, trying to keep him steady as he sways. “jay, you were only gone for four hours.”
“four hours too long,” he mumbles, pressing wet kisses to your shoulder. then — without warning — a tiny burp escapes him. he freezes for half a second before cracking up again, shoulders shaking. “oops… ‘scuse me, princess. the soju said hi.”
you turn in his arms and cup his flushed cheeks. his eyes are glassy, hair messy, lips curved in the dopiest smile you’ve ever seen. he looks illegally cute like this.
“let’s get you to bed, hm?”
“nooo,” he whines, actually whines, and that’s when the secret aegyo slips out. he tilts his head, batting his lashes slowly with puffed cheeks. “want kisses first. pretty please? with a cherry on top?”
you can’t even pretend to resist. you lean in and he meets you halfway — except it’s less a kiss and more a sloppy, eager collision. his mouth is warm and tastes like sweet peach soju. he kisses you with zero filter, tongue lazy and playful, soft little moans spilling between breaths. when you try to pull back for air he chases you, lips still puckered.
“more,” he mumbles, kissing you again, messier this time. his hands slide down to squeeze your waist, pulling you flush against him. another tiny burp interrupts the kiss and he laughs right into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you.
“jay!” you giggle, wiping his wet bottom lip with your thumb.
he just beams, dimples on full display. suddenly he pulls away, holding one finger up like he’s had the greatest idea in the world.
“wait wait wait— i wrote you a song in the car.”
before you can stop him, he starts singing. loudly. off-key. painfully sincere.
“you are my sunshine… my only sunshine—” he sways dramatically, nearly tipping over. you grab his waist to steady him.
you think of telling him that song already exists.
but you wouldn't break his heart, would you?
“you make me happyyy when skies are graaay~” another burp. “ excuse me— even when you steal my clooothes… i still love youuuu~”
you’re laughing so hard your stomach hurts. jay looks so proud of himself, cheeks pink, eyes sparkling like he just performed at a sold-out stadium. he bows dramatically and almost falls forward. you catch him again.
“my talented boyfriend,” you coo, brushing his hair back. “time for sleep now, superstar.”
but he’s not done. he cups your face with both hands, squishing your cheeks a little as he stares at you with pure drunk adoration.
“you’re so pretty,” he whispers loudly. “like… unreal. how did i get so lucky? i’m gonna marry you one day. like, for real. big ring. big wedding. you in white. me crying in front of everyone.”
he seals the promise with another sloppy kiss, all tongue and affection, humming happily when you kiss him back. his hands roam lazily — not greedy, just wanting to feel you close. when he pulls away, a string of saliva connects your lips and he giggles again, wiping it with the back of his hand like it’s the funniest thing ever.
“messy,” he mumbles, but he’s already leaning in for more.
you manage to walk him to the bedroom with a lot of stumbling and soft laughter. he keeps stopping every few steps to hug you, to sing another line of his terrible love song, to give you nose kisses followed by loud smooches.
once you finally get him on the bed, he pulls you down on top of him, refusing to let go. his arms lock around your back like a sleepy koala.
“stay,” he whispers, nuzzling into your neck. his voice is getting slower now, sleepiness winning. “love you so much… my baby… my wife in the future… burp— sorry.”
you snort, hiding your face in his chest. he’s warm, still flushed from the alcohol, heart beating fast under your cheek. you press soft kisses to his collarbone and he sighs happily, one hand stroking your hair in lazy, uncoordinated movements.
“you’re extra cute when you’re drunk, you know that?” you murmur.
he hums, eyes already closed, but his lips are still curved in a smile. “only for you… secret aegyo… only comes out when i’m drunk and in love.”
another tiny burp escapes him. he giggles sleepily, the sound fading into a contented sigh as he presses one last sloppy kiss to the top of your head.
“sing me to sleep?” you tease.
jay starts humming the same off-key melody again, voice cracking adorably, getting quieter and quieter until it’s just soft breathing and the occasional sleepy mumble of “love you… so much…”
you stay curled on his chest, listening to his heart slow down, his arms still wrapped tight around you even in his sleep.
your silly, giggly, burping, love-confession-singing boyfriend.
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requested by anonymous - heyyy im not sure if you’re doing requests after everything that’s happened over the last two weeks 😢 but i had an idea for an enha dad fic. you can choose any member you want but like i had an idea that maybe the child could be like fostered or adopted by one of the members. i dont really have like much of a plot like but i feel like it’d be cute to see 😭
The apartment was quiet in the way Jay hated most.
Not peaceful. Not calm.
Empty.
The second bedroom sat at the end of the hall with soft yellow walls and a crib still folded flat in its box. You’d painted those walls after the second pregnancy, laughing when Jay got paint on his nose. After the third miscarriage, the room became something neither of you entered unless necessary.
Jay stood in the kitchen at midnight, staring at the kettle while rain tapped against the windows of your Seattle apartment.
You padded in wearing one of his hoodies, eyes swollen from another cry you’d tried to hide in the shower.
He looked up immediately. “You okay?”
That question had become dangerous lately. Still, you nodded automatically.
Jay crossed the kitchen before you could pretend harder. He wrapped both arms around you, pulling you against his chest. His heartbeat was steady. Warm.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered into his shirt.
His grip tightened. “Don’t apologize for this.”
“But I know you wanted—”
“You.” He leaned back enough to look at you properly. “I wanted you first. Always.”
The tears came anyway.
Jay wiped them carefully with his thumb, as if they were something fragile and precious. “We don’t have to decide anything right now,” he murmured. “No pressure. No timelines.”
But the ache stayed.
Weeks passed quietly after that. Therapy appointments. Gentle conversations. Nights where Jay would find you scrolling through parenting forums at two in the morning with red eyes and slumped shoulders.
One night, curled together on the couch beneath a blanket, you stumbled across an article about Chinese adoptees from the early 2000s. Little girls were abandoned during the one-child policy years. Foster homes are overcrowded. International adoption programs.
You read silently for a while before whispering, “Do you think… maybe we could still be parents another way?”
Jay looked at the screen, then at you.
There was fear in his face. Hope too.
“Do you want that?” he asked softly.
“I think…” Your voice shook. “I think I have so much love with nowhere to put it.”
Jay’s eyes watered instantly.
He took the laptop from your lap and set it aside before pulling you into him. “Then let’s try,” he whispered into your hair. “Let’s try.”
The process took almost two years.
Paperwork stacked across your dining table. Background checks. Home studies. Financial records. Parenting classes.
Jay became obsessed with preparation.
“What if they ask about emergency contacts?” he’d mutter at midnight.
“We have emergency contacts.”
“But what if they want more?”
You laughed for the first time in weeks. “Jay, I think they know we’re not secretly running a criminal organization.”
“Can’t be too careful.”
He read every guidebook twice. Learned Mandarin phrases through language apps while cooking dinner. Researched attachment trauma until three in the morning.
Sometimes the waiting hurt more than the miscarriages had.
Every unknown number made your heart jump.
Every email notification sent Jay lunging for his phone.
Then, on a snowy February afternoon, the call finally came.
You answered on speaker because your hands were shaking too hard.
“There’s a little girl,” the agency coordinator said gently. “She’s two years old. Her foster family calls her Mei.”
Jay stopped breathing beside you.
The coordinator continued explaining details, but all you could focus on was the tiny photo opening in your inbox.
Round cheeks.
Dark, curious eyes.
A pink sweater too big for her small body.
Jay covered his mouth with one hand.
“Oh my God,” he whispered brokenly. “Baby…”
You both cried so hard that neither of you remembered half the phone call afterward.
China in spring smelled like rain, crowded streets, and unfamiliar food stalls.
Jay held your hand the entire drive to the adoption office in Hangzhou, his palm clammy with nerves.
“What if she hates us?” he asked quietly.
“She’s two,” you whispered back. “She’s allowed to.”
“But what if she thinks we abandoned her, too?”
Your chest tightened.
Because underneath all the excitement was grief, too. For her. For whatever tiny heartbreak she’d already survived before she could even understand it.
The office was bright and warm.
You heard children somewhere down the hall.
Jay’s leg bounced uncontrollably while you waited at the conference table. Papers sat untouched in front of him because he kept glancing toward the door every few seconds.
Then it opened.
A social worker stepped inside carrying the smallest little girl you’d ever seen.
Mei clung to the woman’s shoulder at first, solemn-eyed and uncertain.
Jay looked wrecked immediately.
Not scared. Not hesitant.
Just completely, devastatingly in love.
The social worker crouched down gently, encouraging Mei toward you both.
For one terrifying second, she froze.
Then her eyes landed on the stuffed bunny peeking from Jay’s backpack pocket.
Jay slowly pulled it out, trembling. “Hi,” he whispered. “This is for you.”
Mei stared.
Then she toddled forward.
Straight into Jay’s lap.
He made a sound like his heart physically cracked open.
“Oh,” he choked out, arms wrapping around her carefully, reverently. “Oh, sweetheart.”
Mei touched his face with tiny fingers, studying him with serious eyes.
Jay started crying.
Not quite tears either. Full, helpless sobs he clearly couldn’t stop.
You laughed through your own tears while rubbing his back. “You’re scaring her.”
“I can’t help it,” he sniffled miserably.
But Mei didn’t look scared.
She touched the tears on his cheek with confusion before leaning against his chest, as if she belonged there already.
Jay looked down at her as if the entire universe had just placed itself in his arms.
And maybe it had.
Later that night in the hotel room, Mei slept curled against Jay’s chest, one tiny fist tangled in his shirt.
Jay barely moved, terrified of waking her.
You lie beside them, watching the city lights flicker beyond the windows.
“She snores a little,” Jay whispered.
You smiled softly. “Yeah.”
He looked down at her again, eyes glossy in the dim light. “I used to think becoming a dad would feel huge. Like fireworks or something.”
“And?”
Jay brushed dark hair from Mei’s forehead with impossible tenderness. “It feels quiet,” he said softly. “Like she was always supposed to be here.”
You don’t remember the exact moment your body gave up, only that it did it quietly, like it had been waiting for permission.
One minute, you were answering emails with one hand and reheating coffee for the third time that morning; the next, the room tilted slightly off-kilter. Not dramatic. Not cinematic. Just… wrong enough that you had to sit down on the kitchen floor and pretend it was intentional.
When Jay found you, you were still trying to convince yourself you were fine.
“You’re home early,” you said, because that felt safer than admitting you couldn’t stand.
His bag hit the floor before you finished the sentence.
“You’re pale,” he said immediately, voice tightening. “When did you last eat?”
“I did eat,” you lied automatically.
A beat.
“Babe.”
That was all it took for the truth to crack. Your shoulders dropped, your head leaned back against the cabinet, and suddenly, you were too tired to perform okay anymore.
“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I don’t remember.”
Jay knelt in front of you so fast it was like gravity pulled him there. His hands hovered like he didn’t trust himself to touch you yet.
“I’ve been busy,” you said weakly, as if it explained anything, like it excused anything. “You’ve been busy. It’s fine, I— I guess I didn’t notice I was—”
“Hey.” His voice broke through yours, sharp but not angry. “Don’t do that.”
You blinked at him.
“Don’t make this small,” he said, softer now, eyes scanning your face like he was suddenly afraid of what he’d find there. “You’re shaking.”
Only then did you realize you were.
The hospital part blurred, questions, fluorescent lights, a nurse’s calm voice telling you exhaustion, dehydration, mild fever, rest. Jay never let go of your hand once they hooked the IV in. He sat so close his knee pressed into the bedframe, like distance itself might take you away if he let it exist.
At some point, you were discharged with instructions you barely processed, and then you were home again.
And Jay didn’t leave.
He carried you to bed like you weighed nothing at all, like he was furious your body had made him do it. He tucked you in with a precision that felt like an apology. Then he just… sat down in the chair beside you.
“I’m fine,” you whispered for the hundredth time, even though your voice didn’t have much conviction left.
“I know,” he said automatically, like he didn’t believe it but was too scared to argue.
You watched him for a while. The way his jaw stayed tight. The way his foot tapped was like he was resisting the urge to pace. The way he kept glancing at you like you might disappear if he looked away too long.
“Jay,” you murmured.
He leaned forward instantly. “Yeah?”
“I didn’t mean to scare you.”
That landed wrong. His expression flickered.
“I should’ve noticed,” he said, almost to himself. “I should’ve, you’ve been tired for weeks. You kept saying you were fine, and I just… I believed you because I wanted to. Because I was always late, or on calls, or—” He exhaled sharply. “I missed it.”
“Hey.” Your hand moved weakly across the blanket, searching. “No.”
He hesitated, then took it.
Your fingers curled around his with what little strength you had. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to anchor him there.
“You didn’t miss me,” you said quietly. “You were just… living your life too.”
“That’s not an excuse.”
“It’s not an accusation either.”
Silence settled between you, heavy but not hostile.
He lowered his forehead to your knuckles for a moment, like he didn’t know what else to do with himself.
“I keep thinking,” he said quietly, “what if I had just come home one night earlier. What if I’d asked better questions? What if you’d collapsed when I wasn’t there?”
Your chest tightened.
“Jay…”
“I’m serious,” he said, voice rough. “I hate that I almost wasn’t here.”
You shifted slightly, wincing as exhaustion dragged at every limb. It wasn’t dramatic anymore. Just deep and bone-heavy, like the world had been turned down too far.
“Come here,” you whispered.
He frowned. “You need rest.”
“I need you,” you corrected gently.
That made him move.
He stood quickly, like he’d been waiting for permission to stop punishing himself, and slipped onto the edge of the bed carefully, as if he might break you further by existing too close. You immediately reached for him, fingers catching the sleeve of his shirt, tugging until he understood.
He hesitated only a second before lying down beside you.
The bed dipped with his weight. His arm hovered for half a second more before finally settling around you, cautious at first, then tighter when you didn’t flinch away.
You exhaled like your body had been holding its breath for days.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into your hair.
You shook your head against his chest. “No more of that.”
His hand moved slowly up and down your back, like he was relearning you were real.
“I was scared,” he admitted.
“I know.”
“I don’t want to be someone who’s always too late.”
You pulled back just enough to look at him. His eyes were red-rimmed, exhausted in a different way than yours.
“You’re not late,” you said firmly. “You’re here.”
His breath shuddered.
“You think love is about being perfect,” you murmured, fingers brushing his cheek. “Or always noticing everything. Or never messing up schedules or calls or time zones or whatever else your life throws at you.”
His eyes closed briefly under your touch.
“But it’s not,” you continued. “It’s about staying when you realize you didn’t get it right. It’s about showing up after.”
A pause.
“And you stayed,” you added softly. “You’re still here.”
His grip tightened slightly, like the words were something he needed to hold onto physically.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, more to himself than to you.
“Good,” you whispered, already drifting again. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
A faint, broken laugh escaped him.
“Bossy even when you’re sick,” he murmured.
You hummed in agreement, eyes closing. His hand stayed on your back, steady and warm, like a promise he finally understood how to keep.
And for the first time in weeks, the world didn’t feel like it was pulling you in opposite directions.
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How can some of you adjust to that so easily like... I'm sorry but I can't do that 🙂 I just can't.
i love all 7 members of enhypen, they’re my forever home and i will support every single one of them until the end.
to everyone thinking this fight is just for heeseung you’re wrong. this fight is for the whole group, all seven of them.
one of the most evil things you could do to an artist is take away their creative freedom. And its crazy that their solution to this was to kick heeseung out of the group instead of giving them a vacation or a hiatus. basically trying to tell us if other members have too much creative vision for their solo projects they’ll have to leave the team or kick them out...
Let's not give up on heeseung and bring him back #heeseungcomeback
I miss you dada pls comeback🥺 I really hope you are doing well and will forever support you 💓 and will keep writing for him for those who asked.
i miss how my life was before March 10th, i don't think I'll ever recover from this:(
Hello, I'm really sorry to disturb you like this, but can you please tell me what we can do and post in X (Twitter) because I just made my account in the X website but I don't know which hashtags to put and what to post.
If you're unable to post because they think you're spamming so much, just click the gif, search heeseung and click whichever heeseung gif you like or pull up any heeseung pic from your gallery.
if we want enhypen to remain as 7 members, we have to use our voices. as we continue the fight for answers and for the retraction of heeseung’s departure from enhypen, HERE IS WHAT WE CAN DO RIGHT NOW:
if you haven’t already, please sign this change.org petition link that demands belift to retract their statement. it is at 500k+ signatures, but if we really want to make noise then it needs to reach at least 1M.
🔗 here is the linktree with a compilation of donation links, tags to use and spread, and letters / emails to send along with help for any translations.
🔗 here is a twitter thread of ongoing protest truck donations that are continuously being updated. if you have the means, please do anything that you can.
🔗 here is an email template to hybe and their asset management companies (in english). 🔗 link to hybe’s investors.
🔗 here is an email template to korean journalists so that our voices can be heard louder (in korean). 🔗 link (in english).
🔗 here are links in order to leave hybe and belift bad reviews.
HYBE’S PHONE NUMBER TO CALL: +82 2 3444 0105 , +82 2 33340105 (please note that international costs may apply if you do call, please know if you can call international number before you do!)
below are numbers that you can call along with what you can say to the operators in order to make our voices even louder. here is information on how to fax their seoul headquarter’s if you call isn’t answered, along with what to use to fax things to hybe.
if you can, please try and get into contact with any kpop influencers or youtubers to try and spread the word in any way that you can. this is the only chance that we have in order to make a change and make belift / hybe hear us. i truly do not believe (and refuse to believe) that heeseung would leave enhypen as a whole—yet remain under the same company—to pursue a solo career when he could’ve done just that while still be part of enhypen as so many other groups and idols have done. it is not over until it’s over.
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February Astrological Predictions For The Rising Signs
-> Hello everyone! another month, another prediction! I hope you like this one.
-> For this month, this is the transits I focused on for the reading: Uranus Direct in Taurus, Mercury Enters Pisces, Venus Enters Pisces, Saturn Enters Aries (FOR THE NEXT 7 YEARS!), Saturn Conjunct Neptune in Aries and Mercury Retrograde Begins in Pisces starting the 6th February to 26th.
-> I have edited a little on the format so it becomes a little more clear and so you guys can also know what are the houses affected because of the transits. Enjoy and remember to read your RISING SIGN! (Tropical astrology)
Uranus → 2nd house: Okay aries well, you can expect February to bring some sudden shifts in money, values, self worth and this will keep going for the next 7 years. This will be years where you will have to fight periods of financial instability and breakthroughs depending on the other transits as well.
Mercury + Venus → 12th house: You may start to have a lot of private thoughts, secret feelings about people or situations and for some of you even hidden relationships or relationships you weren't supposed to have. there will be a lot of emotional processing behind the scenes.
Mercury Rx → 12th: this is going to be a little more at the end of the months where old wounds, dreams, subconscious fears will resurface and might annoy you a little. difficulties to sleep as well.
Saturn + Neptune → 1st house: Be ready for a whole identity reset. You will be redefining who you are vs who you dreamed you would be because there was a lot of things not working. It will be heavy but powerful.
٠࣪⭑ Taurus Rising
Uranus → 1st house: With Uranus getting on your first house for the next 7 years, this will all be about personal revolution. You are changing your look, mindset, and direction in every area of your life during that period of time, and only after that will you settle. whether others like it or not.
Mercury + Venus → 11th house: so for you the month will be heavy around friendships and community in general. potential of some love for some, and some changes in friendships as well. goo moment to create future goals that are soft and deep
Mercury Rx → 11th: by the end of the month you will be reconnecting with old friends that you had in the past, either you want it or not. there's also some abandoned dreams or ideas that might come back to you
Saturn + Neptune → 12th house: expect here some emotional closure about some topics, but also burnout awareness and spiritual reality checks that are going to feel like a slap on the face.
٠࣪⭑ Gemini Rising
Uranus → 12th house: Hidden disruptions is basically the huge ass theme for you in the next 7 years so well. good luck with that gemini :D. You will have to deal with random anxiety spikes, but also sudden spiritual insights so yay for you
Mercury + Venus → 10th house: there's possible career conversations that are going to pop up but also public image that will change for you. good thing is you will be charged in charm energy at work so you may want to use that in your advantage
Mercury Rx → 10th: By the end of the month, there might be some career reconsiderations because what you are in right now doesnt seem the right path for you. this will also lead to miscommunications with authority or parents or higher ups.
Saturn + Neptune → 11th house: prepare yourself for reality checks around friends, collaborators, and long term goals. Nothing that you believed was set, is actually set so you might want to look through that
٠࣪⭑ Cancer Rising
Uranus → 11th house: Listen cancer, I just want to tell you that your friend groups will change fast and unfortunately you will be dancing on that for the next 7 years so good luck. You are outgrowing communities as well, so in a way that's also a good change for you
Mercury + Venus → 9th house: okay so for this month it's a nice one for travel plans! but also expect some movement in your beliefs systems and education that can change. if I can give you an advice is to romanticize your future.
Mercury Rx → 9th: this time a warning, you will be revising beliefs, plans, or legal/academic matters by the end of the month because of this retrograde.
Saturn + Neptune → 10th house: Career dreams meet reality with this transit here and that's a positive thing so you need to take that energy. there's long term responsibilities that will hit you, so try to navigate through it
٠࣪⭑ Leo Rising
Uranus → 10th house: crying in a corner but well, seems like us Leo will have to deal with career shakeups and sudden reputation shifts for the next 7 years which is A PAIN IN THE ASS, but it can also be super positive for those who want and need more. shift the energy on your right side.
Mercury + Venus → 8th house: this month we may expect some deep talks, some intimacy happening (side eye) and shared finances (canon things for me) that will leave us in an emotional vulnerability situation. well just accept it!
Mercury Rx → 8th: by the end of this wonderful month, we will be dealing with old fears, debts, and relationship wounds resurfacing because it seems like we cannot catch a break ever in this god forsaken life
Saturn + Neptune → 9th house: this transit is going to bring some testing in our belief systems, faith, and personal philosophy. but listen it is necessary for us to also work a little on our shadow self.
٠࣪⭑ Virgo Rising
Uranus → 9th house: Some people are lucky and well, for the next 7 years you will have sudden changes in worldview mostly because if travels (many of you will be traveling a lot during this period) and also education for some of you.
Mercury + Venus → 7th house: Relationship focus for the whole month of February, there's both romantic and business that will be the center of your interest!
Mercury Rx → 7th: well, also expect some exes, unresolved relationship conversations and renegotiations to pop up by the end of month because otherwise it wouldn't be so fun would it.
Saturn + Neptune → 8th house: this transit here is going to bring some serious emotional and financial entanglements in your life. Tho please remember that boundaries are required and you need to work on it
٠࣪⭑ Libra Rising
Uranus → 8th house: I see some unexpected financial shifts (can be positive or negative depending on situations), intimacy breakthroughs and disruptions for the next 7 years my dears. it's going to be a ride so.. good luck?
Mercury + Venus → 6th house: what you can expect on February is work routines but you may also struggle a little with your health, specially when it comes to hormones, thyroid and feet. But specially hormones there will be some disregulation in there but it will be stronger the moment mercury is in retrograde
Mercury Rx → 6th: so beside the health issues discussed up in there, there will also be burnout from your daily routine. you might expect to reschedule a lot of your daily chores while revising habits.
Saturn + Neptune → 7th house: this transit here will bring some heavy commitment tests in partnerships and relationships as a whole (and even friendships as well). Some of these are necessary
٠࣪⭑ Scorpio Rising
Uranus → 7th house: with Uranus here it's going to be the hell of a ride, expect relationships that will become unpredictable. This is about love, friendships, socials, family, ect. there will be breakthroughs or breakups. for 7 years :D
Mercury + Venus → 5th house: Despite that, I see that there's still romance going for many of you. There will be a lot of creative as well creativity and pleasure so try to make the best for yourself
Mercury Rx → 5th: well surprise surprise, maybe old lovers or unfinished creative projects may return depending on everyone's situations at the moment and current living
Saturn + Neptune → 6th house: if I had to sum up this transit in one whole it would be a clash between discipline vs. exhaustion in work and health. There will be some issues with your hormones, careful with feet injury by the end of the month
٠࣪⭑ Sagittarius Rising
Uranus → 6th house: Work and health routines will be disrupted and it might cause you some problem as well. The problem is that this is going to stay for the next 7 years so.. yeah. Hormones, thyroid and feed injuries will be the main issues
Mercury + Venus → 4th house: this month big theme will be home, family talks and emotional bonding for you and your family and usually they will be more on the positive side.
Mercury Rx → 4th: tho, despite that by the end of the month due to the mercury retrograde it will bring family misunderstandings and past memories resurfacing which can be quite painful
Saturn + Neptune → 5th house: this transit might bring some creative dreams that will be tested in your daily life. also if some of you get to start flirting in this month, romance can get serious.
٠࣪⭑ Capricorn Rising
Uranus → 5th house: well well well, seems like this 7 years will all be about sudden romantic sparks and creative awakenings and that is a positive thing! they will be important years to come to build yourself in your career and romantically
Mercury + Venus → 3rd house: this month will mostly be focused on conversations with others but writing. There's some topics here related with siblings and flirting. Quite a stimulating month if you ask me
Mercury Rx → 3rd: By the end of the month tho, you may have to deal with some miscommunication, tech issues (this one might really get in your never) but revisiting old ideas that you once had.
Saturn + Neptune → 4th house: this transit will bring you heavy emotional responsibility around home and your family. It might not be easy but it's also just a passing thing so dont worry!
٠࣪⭑ Aquarius Rising
Uranus → 4th house: This next 7 years for you will be a little complicated Aquarius, mostly because Uranus moving to aries means home instability, sudden moves or family changes for you
Mercury + Venus → 2nd house: money talks a lot this month, it will be the main topic but I also see some self worth improvements for you!
Mercury Rx → 2nd: make sure you do some budget revisions by the end of the month because of the retrograde energy. financial reflection is going to be a must
Saturn + Neptune → 3rd house: Serious conversations are going to happen when this transit happen and you will need a lot of mental discipline to be able to go through these conversations
٠࣪⭑ Pisces Rising
Uranus → 3rd house: Finally pisces, this next 7 years are going to be quite something for you, mostly mental restlessness, sudden news and new perspectives are going to reach you throughout other transit with Uranus as well
Mercury + Venus → 1st house: Personal charm are high and up for this month. other things you can expect in February is emotional openness and a soft glow up for many of you, so take in that energy!!
Mercury Rx → 1st: tho by the end of the month you may have to deal with some identity confusion but don't worry it's just mercury doing this. rethink on how you present yourself and things will be okay
Saturn + Neptune → 2nd house: Reality checks around money, self-worth and stability will be the major events when this transits hits in the last week of February. hold yourself in!
after watching soobin's ig post i want someone to write a soobin hogwarts au
and I'd be so glad if that someone was you 😋
vanilla&citrus / coffe&lavender
author's note. OKAAY SLAY?? thank u sm hehe it means a lot !! i feel honoured 😌😌
au. hogwarts, duh + idiot best friends to lovers, mutual pinning🫡 + i wrote it with intention of ravenclaw reader but it’s never really mentioned so it can be read as any house reader ^_^
summary. you’re friends with soobin, a friendly but a bit confused hufflepuff ever since you stepped a foot in hogwarts. while trying to figure out what did he smell in an amortentia potion, he discovers he likes someone.
word count. +- 2127
you were sitting on the bench, next to taehyun, deep in your lecture. munching on some bertie bott’s flavour beans. the sound of beomgyu and yeonjun’s screams and screeches filling the peaceful silence.
“don’t eat this one” taehyun murmured when you grabbed a random bean. you shot him a curious look “we’ll leave it to soobin”
“how do you know it’s a bad taste?” you scoffed and looked up, looking at the gryffindor boy screaming and chasing after yeonjun for no reason.
“a gut feeling” he shrugged and his big eyes sparkled “kai and soobin are coming”
you looked down from the stands and noticed your friends entering the quidditch field. they looked so tiny from up here, like bowtruckles.
you managed to finish a chapter before they arrived to the top, where you were sitting. soobin was panting, cheeks flushed.
“why do you always have to pick the seat at the very top? there’s so much stairs” he grunted and sat next to you. you looked up and noticed his black and yellow tie was all over the place, loosened up and mere moments from untangling. you sighed and leaned forwards him, swiftly fixing it.
kai grinned, whereas your ravenclaw friend just rolled his eyes with annoyance.
“thanks. oh, beans! which lesson do we have next?” soobin smiled softly and leaned over, his head brushing against your shoulder as he picked a bunch of beans.
“potions” you hummed and exchanged amused looks with taehyun. bad flavour incoming in 3… 2…
“ugh i hate potions” soobin sighed and popped a couple of sweets into his mouth. you looked into his eyes as he leaned away. he chewed on them, nose scrunching up.
beomgyu and yeonjun flew up to you when suddenly soobin spat out the beans.
“ew!”
you all started laughing, the hufflepuff trying to get rid of the awful taste in his mouth. you patted his back in a comforting manner.
“poor soobin” you hummed and leaned your head on soobin’s, trying to hold your laugh. taehyun snickered, whispering something to kai.
being this close was nothing new, you and soobin constantly hugged and physical contact was common in your friendship. you could smell his hair, vanilla overtaking your nostrils. it sounded weird but you liked soobin’s smell – his hair usually smelled like vanilla but his skin was citrusy. maybe it was because of all the lemon tarts he loved so much or maybe because of the amount of citrus trees and plants in hufflepuff dorm.
“don’t tell me you plotted this! y/n!” he whined and smacked your arm.
“sorry!” you giggled and soobin scoffed. he didn’t mind, as long as he got to hear your cute laugh.
kai cleared his throat and stood up.
“can we go?”
“oh. sure!” soobin smiled, standing up gently too not to hurt you accidentally.
“need a ride, ma’am?” beomgyu offered you in a dramatically deep voice, chivalric manner.
soobin pouted and reached his hand out, to help you stand up.
“uh, no… i think i’ll pass” you smiled politely and grabbed soobin’s hand. not letting it go, you started walking down from the stands as yeonjun and beomgyu raced on their brooms.
you stared at the cauldron, heart thumping in your chest like crazy. snape gestured to come closer.
“so, um. what is it? i kinda spaced out” soobin nudged your arm, causing you to jerk in surprise.
“amortentia, mr choi” snape grunted, his gaze shifting to you and piercing your soul. it’s almost as if he knew “miss l/n, could you care to repeat to your friend what i just said?”
“well it’s a love potion, basically. the most powerful in the world. it causes a obsession in the drinker, for example for the first person they see after drinking it. and um… its smell is different for each person because it will have a scent like a thing… or a person you like” you mumbled shyly. the potions professor nodded.
“correct. we won’t be learning how to brew it yet but i want you all to take a whiff. what do you smell?”
the rest of the lesson passed with people sniffing the pearly-shining potion. when it was your turn, you weren’t surprised to find out it was citrusy, with a scent of vanilla. maybe a bit of caramel too? but it left no doubt that it was soobin.
beomgyu whined when you wouldn’t tell them and carried on about smelling chocolate and cologne – something that apparently smelled like himself. it did not, in fact. the closest beomgyu smelled like is grass and rain from all those days spent on a quidditch pitch. and smoke from setting things on fire.
“what about you, soobin?”
the hufflepuff boy shook his head.
“i don’t… i don’t know” he whined, adorable pout forming on his lips.
“what do you mean you don’t know?” yeonjun laughed, patting his back.
“it smells familiar but somehow i don’t recall it? i can smell coffee for sure but other than that… i don’t know” he huffed, crossing his arms.
your lips parted. is there someone soobin likes?
you send him a soft smile, trying to look amused. only taehyun could read the sadness glinting in your eyes.
soobin was miserable. all he could think of is why the scent of amortentia was so similar? the only smell he recognised was coffee because, hello, it’s coffee. everyone drinks it!
it’s not like he didn’t know the other fragrances. he knew he knew what are those but just couldn’t recognise them and separate from the strong coffee smell. it was almost like a word that you have on the tip of your tongue.
he sighed and entered the library, hoping to find you. he had enough of the boys’ loud chatter and awful jokes, he needed some peace and quiet. which you were. and with you, he could always allow himself to loosen up and be himself – even without speaking a word.
he noticed you’ve been acting weird too; you also didn’t tell them what you smelled. he brushed it off, guessing you just probably didn’t smell a thing and didn’t want to admit it.
walking further into the quiet room, already spotting you at one of the tables, he took a deep breath. he liked this smell, of books and leathers.
“hi” he mumbled, plopping down next to you. you hummed in acknowledgment he’s here.
“smelled anything similar today?” you asked, a bit tauntingly. ever since that potions lesson, he’d go and sniff around everything and everyone like a dog.
“no…” soobin’s voice died in his throat when you placed a book next to him. he sniffed it and his eyes went wide. that’s it.
you looked at him, amused. he opened the book and took a whiff of the old pages.
“that’s… this! this is the–“ the hufflepuff boy yelped in excitement, causing you to move a hand to cover his mouth. blush dusted his cheeks in embarrassment (and maybe because of the prolixity).
“that’s a nice smell, i have to agree. one of the reasons why i like spending time in the library” you hummed, taking your hand back. he liked it too.
“there is still something missing, though” he sighed, watching you use the dried lavender flower as a bookmark.
“so coffee, books and something else?” taehyun asks, playful smile dancing on his lips. obviously it’s you. anyone would have known that – not even because of the ridiculously well known fact you are addicted to coffee and spend half of your life in library. but also because you and soobin are so painfully blind to the fact that you have crushes on each other. the way your hands brush, the way you blush when soobin compliments you, the way he stutters when you fix his tie… so on, so on.
anybody, apparently, except soobin.
“it’s driving me insane” the hufflepuff boy whined and smacked his books against his forehead. taehyun was curious what’s the smell, though. something connected to your shampoo? or perfume? or something completely different?
“where’s y/n, by the way?” soobin asked, blinking slowly.
“she went to pick some flowers and give them to hagrid” taehyun hummed, recalling your excitement this morning. “should we go find her? maybe the rest is there”
soobin nodded eagerly and they went into the direction of hagrid’s hut. they could spot you, rummaging through purple flowers. taehyun said he’ll go straight to the keeper, to ask him for some tea. soobin called you and started going your way.
as he got closer, a pleasant smell filled his nostrils. the purple flowers tickled his legs, he placed his steps careful not to destroy them.
“oh, soobin! hi” you breathed out and turned around, a full bouquet of hand picked lavenders in your hands. your smile was so bright that it outshined the sun behind you and that’s when it hit him.
lavender. that was the smell.
“–because it smells horribly in his hut, seriously. so it’s kind of a cover to sneak some flowers, especially those since their scent–“ you babbled, reassuming to pick the flowers.
so coffee, books and lavender. it’s funny, now that he thought about it.
you like coffee. he remembered the time when he visited you during summer and since your family enjoys the warm liquid too, you had some coffee beans in the kitchen. you popped one or two into your mouth and laughed at his disgusted face. while offering him to do the same and handing him the beans, all he could remember was the delicious smell lingering in the kitchen.
and the books too! he realised it when he was in the library… with you.
and now lavender. which you also said is your favourite flower. duh, you even use a dried one that he picked for you as a bookmark–
oh.
oh.
“–bin?” you asked, the hufflepuff boy’s eyes going wide almost as if he saw an acromantula.
“you” he breathed out, blinking slowly
“yeah?” you frowned, tilting your head. he definitely didn’t listen.
“it’s you!” soobin gasped, leaving you flabbergasted.
“soob, is it about the beans thing? i’m sorry i left you all the bad flavoured ones but taehyun just has this seventh sense when it comes to the bad ones and we thought–“ you started and soobin suddenly stepped closer, taking a sharp and deep inhale “huh?”
“it’s definitely you. i smelled vanilla and coffee in amortentia. and books too but it wasn’t that strong so… i didn’t figure it out at first” he said, pink dusting his cheeks. you almost dropped all the flowers.
“you smelled me in amortentia?” you asked, throat going dry. if he smelled you then that means… he likes you?
“yeah, i guess! weird, huh?” he giggled, scratching his neck. slowly his smile dropped, almost audible gears turning in his head
“wha… soobin” you stepped closer, heart thumping so hard against your ribcage you thought it may jump out any second.
“y/n” he said goofily, eyes pacing around nervously. everywhere but your eyes.
“soobin, does that mean you like me?” you asked, noticing taehyun and hagrid in the distance.
“well, i like you so…” he shrugged.
“soobin”
it was more stern this time so he looked up, noticing your flustered cheeks and anxious gaze.
“i think? maybe? i never knew! i always prefer to be with you than with the guys, you’re so sweet and funny. and so smart it’s driving me crazy… and beautiful too but… it would be kinda awkward, wouldn’t it?” he started rambling when you suddenly grabbed his hand.
“soob, you dork. i smelled you in amortentia too. but the difference is that i have a crush on you for a while now. and you are driving me crazy too! with your stupid dimples and how clueless you are… and with your pretty eyes and…” you stopped, looking how his eyes widened even more “soobin?”
“you. you have a crush on me?” he stuttered, pointing at himself. as if there was another choi soobin.
“yes” you laughed, letting go of his hand. “if you don’t want anything happening between us, i’ll understand”
“are you crazy?!” he yelled out, causing you to frown “i could never ever dream of even going out with you and you think i’d deny it?”
“well…” you chuckled nervously. soobin stepped closer and placed a quick, shy peck on your lips. freezing in shock, you tightened the grip on the lavenders. the aroma of citrus and vanilla filled your nostrils pleasantly.
he pulled away, blinking in awe. he just did that.
“i… i wanna be yours. but please for the love of merlin, don’t feed me the bad flavoured beans” the hufflepuff boy mumbled, causing you to laugh out loud. oh, soobin.
𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。 why do stars fall down from the sky every time you walk by? just like me , they long to be close to you
series 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ── jay x fem!reader 2.3k fluff suggestive established relationship! au ─ jay and yn are married yipee :3 they get freaky in between but it's really nothing ── play𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ᢉ𐭩 track 31 to track 35
[they’re sitting close — jay with one arm slung lazily over the back of the couch, his other hand gently grazing her knee. he looks calm, content, already watching her with a small smile. yn is practically bouncing beside him, cheeks flushed, hands twisting in her lap like she physically can’t contain the joy in her chest.]
[they don’t look at the camera first — they’re already looking at each other. she’s laughing at something he just whispered, cheeks pink, while he watches her like he’s memorizing her face all over again.]
[finally, the camera crew prompts them gently.]
camera crew “alright, let’s start with introductions?”
[yn perks up instantly, turning to the camera with the brightest smile, as if it’s instinct.]
yn (cheerily) “hi! i’m yn, and i’m married to him—” (gestures proudly at jay with both thumbs, still grinning) “—which is still wild to say even after two years, but also not because i knew i’d marry him from, like, month six. don’t tell him that, though.”
jay (smiling, without missing a beat) “she said it out loud at month six.”
yn (gasping) “jay!”
jay (grinning wider, to the camera) “i’m jay. i’m her husband. and i’ve been in love with this woman since she tripped over my shoe and said ‘sorry, your foot was in the way.’”
yn (laughing again, flustered) “it was in the way!”
(someone from the camera crew just quietly whispers “she’s cute”, sounding mesmerised but jay caught it.)
jay (without missing a beat, totally deadpan but fond as hell) “so true.”
yn (giggling, nudging his shoulder) “stop! i’m trying to be professional.”
jay (still looking at her, low and soft) “you’re literally glowing. be unserious.”
yn (laughing even harder now) “i can’t help it! i get to call him my husband. like—legally. isn’t that so crazy?!”
jay (leaning in just slightly, voice warm) “craziest part is i get to call you mine.”
question 1: what’s something your spouse does that still makes your heart flutter?
jay (turning to the camera, calm but so certain) “she does this thing…”
(he glances over at her, and she’s already squinting suspiciously at him, smiling.)
jay (soft laugh) “…when she thinks no one’s watching. like, we’ll be at a café or walking down a street or something, and she’ll get distracted by something small — a window display, a dog, a kid laughing — and her whole face lights up. like she’s discovering joy for the first time.”
(he pauses for a beat, eyes still on her.)
jay “and in those moments, it hits me all over again. that she’s mine. that i get to keep loving someone who sees the world like that.”
yn (clutching his arm now, face redder than the red dress she was in) “honey—stop it. i’m gonna cry, you menace.”
jay (grinning now) “i warned you.”
yn (still flustered, bouncing slightly in her seat) “okay okay my turn.”
(she faces the camera, trying very hard to focus, but it’s obvious she keeps peeking back at him like he’s gravity.)
yn “he does this thing with his hand—like, when i’m nervous or rambling or just being a little too me, he just… slides his hand onto my back or squeezes my fingers. it’s so small. so simple. but it grounds me.”
(her voice softens. she’s not grinning now, not entirely — more like she’s speaking from her chest.)
yn “and it’s the kind of touch that says, ‘i’m here. i’m listening. you’re okay.’ and every single time he does it, my heart goes all stupid.”
jay (low, teasing) “stupid how?”
yn (throwing her head back) “jay!”
jay (leaning in, whispering to the camera with a smirk) “she means obsessed.”
yn (fake gasping) “he’s cocky, but he’s not wrong.”
[they both laugh, leaning into each other as the next card fades in quietly on screen.]
question 2: what’s your go-to strategy when you’re losing an argument with your spouse?
jay (glances at her first, already smiling) “ladies first?”
yn (grinning wickedly) “oh no, honey. you go ahead. i need to hear your delusional little answer first.”
jay (chuckling as he shifts slightly to face the camera) “alright, alright. so…”
(he laces their fingers together and rests them on her thigh, voice going soft but certain.)
jay “when we argue, it’s usually over something small. like me forgetting to take the laundry out or her leaving the oven on. nothing serious. but when it does happen—when i know she’s starting to get actually annoyed? i get quiet.”
(he looks over at her, eyes warm.)
jay “i just… look at her. i let her finish what she needs to say. and when she’s done, i go, ‘baby, i love you. i hear you. and if it matters to you, then it matters to me.’”
(yn is fully red now, biting back a smile as she hides her face behind her hand.)
jay (grinning softly) “and nine times out of ten, she melts right there.”
yn (muffled) “because you say it like that, how am i supposed to keep yelling at you?!”
jay (smug now) “exactly.”
camera crew (swooning a little) “that’s… honestly really smooth.”
jay (shrugging casually) “i married her. i better know how to keep her.”
yn (finally lifting her head, eyes twinkling) “okay, my turn. you ready?”
jay (grinning)“not even a little.”
yn (to the camera, straight-faced but mischievous) “i just start stripping.”
(the entire crew breaks into loud laughter, and jay chokes on his own breath, eyes going wide.)
jay (half-laughing, half-dying) “baby—”
yn (smiling sweetly) “no no. let me finish, honey. you said your nice little therapist-approved answer, let me have mine.”
“if we’re mid-argument and it’s not going well for me, i’ll just start taking things off. slowly. casually. maybe the hoodie first, maybe a little stretch to go with it. a well-timed yawn where i pull my shirt up a little too high, you know?”
(she shrugs like it’s obvious.)
yn “before he can even finish his sentence, he’s like—”
jay (mimicking himself, flustered) “‘wait, are you—? baby. my love. that’s not fair.’”
yn (giggling) “and then i win. instantly. because he forgets what the argument was even about.”
jay (shaking his head in mock defeat) “she weaponises her entire existence. it’s a dangerous game.”
yn (grinning brightly) “dangerous? please. you eat it up.”
jay (laughs lowly, eyes gleaming) “i do. i absolutely do.”
(he tugs her closer by her waist, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as she giggles, proud of her very effective seduction tactics.)
jay (murmuring) “but one of these days, i am going to finish my point, you know.”
yn (tilting her head, smug) “you think so, honey?”
jay (sighing dramatically, forehead on her shoulder) “no. not even a little.”
[they laugh together, tangled in warmth, and the camera fades to the next card.]
question 3: what’s something your spouse does that no one else ever notices — but you love it?
jay (leans back slightly, eyebrows lifting) “you sure you want me to go first on this one, baby?”
yn (smirking, chin tilted up) “you’re literally incapable of being subtle.”
jay (low laugh) “and you’re not denying it.”
(to the camera, voice dropping a notch)
“she has this thing she does when she’s turned on.”
(yn immediately starts laughing, burying her face in his shoulder with a loud “jay!” but he just keeps going, calm and absolutely smug.)
jay “no one ever catches it. not even our friends. but i always know.”
yn (muffled into his shoulder) “i hate you.”
jay (grinning) “she’ll get real quiet. like deceptively quiet. but she’ll start fidgeting with her rings, or the hem of whatever she’s wearing — usually one of my shirts, because she’s a menace — and she’ll keep glancing at me from the corner of her eye like she thinks she’s being slick.”
(he turns to her, gaze soft but electric.)
jay “and i always know.”
yn (peeking up at him, cheeks flushed but smiling) “you always know.”
jay (mock serious) “i could be on a work call. we could be hosting game night. i’ll see her do that little shift in her seat, that exact look she gets when she’s trying so hard to keep it together…”
(he leans in closer, brushing his nose against her temple.)
jay “and i’ll spend the rest of the night trying not to pull her into the nearest room.”
yn (voice still a little breathless, but recovering) “okay. okay. my turn.”
(she turns to the camera, squinting like she’s trying to phrase it just right. jay watches her, already biting back a grin.)
yn “he does this thing with his voice. when he’s just woken up? it’s lower, and raspy, and a little rough like he’s still in that half-sleep state. and he always pulls me into him, murmuring ‘morning, baby’ with his lips against my neck or my shoulder or whatever he can reach first.”
(she pauses, eyes flicking toward him, now softer.)
yn “and no one hears him like that but me. no one gets that version of him. the sleepy, handsy, totally unfiltered jay who won’t let me out of bed for like an hour.”
jay (low chuckle) “you’re the reason we’re always late.”
yn (grinning, unbothered) “you never complain.”
jay (gravel in his voice now) “never.”
[they share a look. one of those looks. charged and warm and crackling under the surface — like they’re having an entire conversation without saying another word.]
the camera crew clears their throat softly behind the lens. jay doesn’t break eye contact. he just smirks.
jay (teasing) “we can take a break if you need to reset the cameras.”
yn (laughing, shoving his shoulder) “jay! oh my god—”
question 4: what’s the most surprising thing you’ve learned about each other since getting married?”
yn (takes a breath, nudging his knee with hers) “okay. i’ll start this one.”
(jay leans in a little like he’s curious, but he doesn’t interrupt. just watches her like he’s already in love with whatever she’s about to say.)
“i always knew he was calm. like, that was kind of the dynamic. me being chaos, him being peace. but i didn’t realize how… steady he’d be when it actually mattered.”
(her voice dips into something more thoughtful. she’s not as bouncy now — still warm, still light, but gentler.)
“like, marriage came with some scary stuff. we moved, merged finances, got sick at different times, argued about dumb things. and through all of it? he’s been this rock. no matter what happens, i look at him and i know i’m safe. i didn’t know someone could make me feel that just by walking into a room.”
jay (quietly, smiling) “baby.”
yn (still looking at the camera but clearly fighting back a grin) “don’t. i’m emotional.”
jay (soft laugh) “too late.”
(turning to the camera now, calm and easy)
“for me? i think it was how domestic she is.”
(yn gasps dramatically, already bracing herself.)
(grinning but serious underneath)
“no, really. i thought she was gonna burn down our kitchen. and don’t get me wrong, she’s a little chaotic. but she’s also the one making grocery lists on her notes app, color-coding our spice rack, and tucking warm laundry into my drawer like she’s nesting.”
yn (half-grinning, half-mortified) “i am not nesting.”
jay (smiling sweetly) “you made a ‘sunday mood’ playlist and play it every time you clean the bathroom. baby, you’re nesting.”
yn (groaning, but clearly loving it) “i married a snitch.”
jay (reaching out to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear) “i just didn’t expect the girl who used to survive on instant noodles and sarcasm to become the one who hums while folding my hoodies. it’s cute. kinda makes me fall for her all over again.”
yn (melting) “jay…”
jay (smirking) “don’t cry. i just did your eyeliner.”
question 5: what’s a habit your partner had that you hated at first but now find kind of cute?
jay (snorts immediately, looking at her sideways) “only one?”
yn (gasping dramatically) “wow. coming for me on the last question? is this how we’re going out, honey?”
jay (trying not to grin) “you said it was kind of cute. so i’m being honest.”
(sits up a little straighter, hands gesturing)
“she talks to inanimate objects.”
yn (deadpan to camera) “do not act like the lamp doesn’t have a vibe.”
jay (laughs, raising his hands in mock surrender) “exactly! that! that right there!”
(he turns to the crew, amused but affectionate.)
“the first few months we moved in together, i thought she was on the phone all the time. like i’d come home and hear her go, ‘you did so good today, little guy!’ and i’d think she was talking to a pet. or a plant. no. it was the rice cooker.”
yn (giggling) “he made perfect rice!”
jay (laughing, still watching her) “now i walk in and go ‘how’s the blender, baby?’ like i’m in on it.”
yn (smug) “and the blender’s doing great, thanks for asking.”
jay (gently) “but it’s cute now. she makes the house feel alive. warm. like nothing’s ever just a thing — it’s hers. and i kinda love it.”
(he presses a kiss to her temple without even thinking. she blushes immediately, nose scrunching as she hides in his shoulder.)
yn (muffled) “okay, my turn to expose you.”
(she pops back up, ready.)
yn “he breathes like a dragon when he sleeps.”
jay (groans into his hand) “baby, please.”
yn (grinning) “no, like full-on open-mouthed, dramatic inhales, like he’s been training for this in his dreams. the first time i stayed over, i actually thought something was wrong.”
jay (laughing) “you could’ve left.”
yn “didn’t. stayed. suffered. now it’s oddly comforting. like if he’s not doing his monster breathing beside me, i can’t sleep.”
(she shrugs with a lovestruck little smile.)
yn “turns out the beast is my safe space.”
jay (soft, teasing) “your words, baby. not mine.”
[they both lean in, giggling, foreheads nearly touching as the camera lingers.]
camera crew “that’s a wrap, lovebirds.”
yn (beaming at jay) “you still breathing like a dragon tonight?”
jay (smirking) “only if you talk dirty to the rice cooker again.”
thank you for reading <3
— yn & jay, my first my middle my last my forever.
nessie 🗯️ last installment and with that we come to an end to the have you ever been… series!!! thank you so much for much love and i love y’all always <3
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SYNOPSIS all you want is to be seen and loved by your future husband, two of the very things park jongseong has no idea about. but through unspoken protection and warm tension, jongseong lets himself love again.
OR, jongseong falls for you when a series of events pushes you both closer
GENRE arranged marriage au, angst, fluff, hurt & comfort, ‘she fell first but he fell harder’ vibe (?)
PAIRING cold fiance! park jongseong x female! reader ( ft. other characters )
WORDCOUNT 8k writing ♥︎ est 10k - 12k
DATE OF RELEASE december 2025 to early jan 2026
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TEASER （ 1000 ） an idiot in the rain
PARK JONGSEONG SIGHS as he stares at the window of his car, watching the raindrops race against each other. His fingers drum restlessly against the steering wheel, the soft patter of rain against metal filling the silence inside the car.
He leans back against the headrest, staring at the road.
Lost in own thoughts, something interesting catches Jongseong’s eyes.
Is that you?
Jongseong gets startled at the sight. You, in this heavy and cold rain, trying to cross the road with your blazer above your head, which does nothing to keep you dry.
“Shit,” he curses under his breath, quickly starting his car as he drives across the road, stopping just beside the pavement.
“Y/n!” He shouts your name clear in the heavy rain, loud enough for you to turn around to his voice, “get in, you’re going to get sick!”
You pause mid-step at his voice, blinking through the rain as you turn to face him. The car idles beside the curb, headlights casting a pale glow across the drenched street. His figure leans across the seat, the passenger door wide open like a quiet plea.
But you stay rooted where you are, water soaking through your shoes, the cold seeping deeper beneath your skin. Your hands clench at your sides.
“I’m fine,” you call out, loud enough for him to hear but it’s tough at the edge, shaking, “go home, Jongseong—”
“Y/n please,” he pleads, although it doesn’t sound like one, “you’re soaking wet, just shut up and get in!”
“I’m- I’m fine,” you snap. You don’t want to get in the car just because he happens to see you and is inviting you to stay dry. That’s the only case, isn’t it? Jongseong is here by coincidence, he wouldn’t deliberately check your location to pick you up in this awful weather. Would he?
“I can go by myself, the rain is not too bad.”
You can hear him sigh, as he gets out of his car, slamming the door behind him.
“Get in,” he steps into the rain, the downpour immediately plastering his shirt to his skin, darkening the fabric, “You will fall sick, Y/n. Get in the car.”
He steps even closer, his hair now sticking to his forehead by this insufferable rain as he narrows his eyes. “If you want to be sick so bad, do this another day.”
Your throat tightens. You want to scream at him, shake him, ask him why he always waits until things fall apart before showing up. Why he only steps into the rain once you’re already drenched.
But instead you force your chin up, press your lips into a tight smile as you gather your blazer tighter around yourself.
“Don’t act like you care if i’m sick, Jongseong,” you didn't want to say that, but do anyways.
He blinks. For a second, his expression falters. Barely. “Why not?,” he says quietly, almost like he’s confessing something he hadn’t intended to say aloud. But then his gaze hardens again, guarded. “You’re freezing, Y/n. Stop being stubborn.”
The wind blows past you both, cold and biting. You shiver, teeth clattering as you try to recover whatever warmth the soaked blazer has to give.
“I won’t go—”
“As much as I would love to argue with you right now,” Jongseong cuts off, standing so close that your hands could meet, “I can't let you get sick.”
Your lips part, another protest rising, but before you can speak, Jongseong’s fingers curl around your wrist—not harsh, but firm. His brows draw together, rain sliding down his temples, his lips a tight line.
“I said get in the car,” he repeats, lower this time. His voice carries an edge, not pleading, not begging—commanding. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
You glare at him, heart wrenching in the cold rain as it seeps into your work clothes.
“You only come when it’s convenient for you,” you try to hold it together.
He steps closer, raindrops sliding down the sharp lines of his face. “You think this is convenient for me?” he says bitterly, tone low, controlled. “You think standing here like an idiot in the rain for you is easy?”
The proximity hits you suddenly. He’s standing close, too close, as the rain damps his shirt next. Jongseong’s grip around your wrist tightens, indicating he’s not going back home without you in his car.
And somehow that warms you a bit in this coldness.
His eyes are direct, confronting as they try to soften into yours. Try, you can see it, how his eyebrows lift and slowly fall, trying to find the ease in the situation to gently pull you into the car with no trouble, with no one getting sick.
“Y/n…” he whispers your name, as if for the last time when he finally eases his brows, “get in the car. Please.”
You gulp at his seriousness, a droplet of rain rolls from his chin to fall on your cheeks. It’s cold, making you flinch.
“And if i don’t go?” you test the waters, voice trembling as you watch him roll back his shoulders.
“Then I’ll carry you,” he says without hesitation, his gaze hardening. “Don’t test me right now.”
Something in his tone makes your breath hitch. He’s not bluffing—you know that.
AUTHORS NOTE my first ever teaser for my first ever long fic ! im very excited to share this with you guys because i have been planning this for a long time and now im close to finally finishing it >< i hope this will live up to everyone's expectations <3 + if you are already in my permanent taglist, you dont have to ask separately for this. nets @k-films @kflixnet @k-labels
