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♡ boyfriend!jungwon who always notices the tiny things. he remembers your favorite drink order, which side of the sidewalk you prefer walking on, and exactly how you take your coffee.

♡ boyfriend!jungwon who sends random pictures throughout the day. a cat he saw. a pretty sunset. his lunch. nothing important, he just wanted to share a piece of his day with you.

♡ boyfriend!jungwon who gently fixes your hair without thinking about it, tucking loose strands behind your ear while continuing the conversation like it’s nothing.

♡ boyfriend!jungwon who secretly loves when you steal his hoodies because it gives him an excuse to come over and “take them back”, when in reality, he thinks they look better on you.

♡ boyfriend!jungwon who automatically reaches for your hand whenever you’re walking together, especially in crowded places.

♡ boyfriend!jungwon who lets you rest your head on his shoulder during long car rides and stays completely still so he doesn’t wake you up.

♡ boyfriend!jungwon who pretends to be annoyed when you take candid pictures of him but ends up asking you to send them later.

♡ boyfriend!jungwon who always waits for you to get home before going to sleep if you’re out late.

♡ boyfriend!jungwon who listens to your random rambles at 2 a.m. and somehow remembers every detail days later.

♡ boyfriend!jungwon who can’t stop smiling whenever you wear something he complimented before.

♡ boyfriend!jungwon who softly rubs circles on the back of your hand whenever you’re nervous.

♡ boyfriend!jungwon who loves quiet dates more than anything. late night convenience store runs, walks after dinner, or simply sitting together while doing your own things.

♡ boyfriend!jungwon who sends a simple “did you eat?” text because he genuinely worries about you.

♡ boyfriend!jungwon who always notices when you’re tired and immediately tells you to come here so he can pull you into a hug.

The evening before had unfolded in the gentle rhythm they both knew so well. Y/n had arrived at Jake’s apartment just after six, her bag slung lightly over one shoulder and a soft smile already forming on her lips as he opened the door. They ordered takeout from the Thai place around the corner, the same one they always chose because the pad see ew never disappointed. While they waited, Jake pulled her close on the couch, his arm draped across her shoulders with the easy familiarity that had grown between them over the past year. The television flickered with a movie neither of them paid much attention to, some quiet drama serving more as background noise than anything else. They ate straight from the containers, legs tangled beneath a shared blanket, trading bites and laughing softly when sauce ended up on his sleeve and on her face. Conversation stayed light and effortless, slipping between her day at the bookstore, his work, and small things that didn’t need much thought. There was no rush to move anywhere else. Eventually the noise of the room faded into something softer, until exhaustion claimed them both. Y/n ended up tucked against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and he held her like letting go would make the night feel wrong. Sleep came without ceremony, their limbs tangled together on the worn cushions.

Sunlight filtered through the thin beige curtains the next morning, casting a warm glow across the living room. Jake woke first, eyes slowly adjusting to the feeling of Y/n still pressed against him, one hand loosely gripping the fabric of his shirt. He didn’t move right away. There was a quiet stillness in the room that made him linger, just watching her breathe, taking in the way her face softened in sleep. It wasn’t new anymore, but it still hit him in a way he couldn’t fully explain. The apartment felt different like this, like it had settled into something quieter and fuller at the same time. When he finally shifted, he did it carefully, though she stirred anyway, mumbling something unclear before letting go of his shirt. Jake just smiled and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead before standing and heading toward the kitchen.

She followed not long after, drawn by the sound of water and the faint clink of mugs. The morning felt unhurried, almost suspended in that soft space between night and day. She leaned against the doorway for a moment, watching him fill the kettle, hair messy from sleep and shirt slightly wrinkled. Jake turned when he noticed her, expression softening. “Morning,” he said simply. “Sleep okay?”

She nodded as she crossed the room. “Better than okay. Your couch is way too comfortable for its own good.”

They moved around each other easily after that, like it was something they’d done a hundred times before. Coffee, toast, the quiet rhythm of a shared morning. Their shoulders brushed here and there in the small kitchen, neither of them really moving away from it. It didn’t feel awkward. It just felt normal.

After breakfast, they drifted into the bathroom together without thinking much about it. Jake reached for his toothbrush first, squeezing out toothpaste while Y/n reached for hers out of habit. She paused when her fingers closed around it. It was still there, sitting beside his in the holder like it had every right to be.

She didn’t say anything at first, just looked at it for a moment longer than she meant to.

Jake noticed. “Everything alright?”

In the mirror, she met his eyes. “Yeah,” she said after a pause. “It just hit me… this doesn’t really feel like I’m staying over anymore. It feels like home.”

The words weren’t dramatic, just honest. Jake rinsed his mouth and set his toothbrush back beside hers, leaning slightly against the sink. “I’ve been thinking the same thing,” he admitted. “It doesn’t feel right when you’re not here.”

Y/n stepped closer then, resting her forehead lightly against his shoulder for a second before pulling back. “I like that it’s starting to feel that way,” she murmured. “No pressure or anything. Just… nice.”

They finished brushing side by side, the mirror catching the small, quiet way they moved together. No need to fill the silence. No need to make anything bigger than it was.

Back in the living room, they folded the blanket from the night before and straightened the space together without really thinking about it. Jake stacked the empty containers by the door while Y/n fixed the pillows on the couch. Sunlight was already filling the room more fully now, warming everything it touched. He caught her hand as she passed, pulling her into a loose embrace, pressing a quiet kiss to the top of her head.

“Stay for lunch?” he asked. “I can make sandwiches. Or we can go grab something.”

She tilted her head up to look at him, taking in the soft morning light on his face. “Yeah,” she said. “I’d like that.”

They spent the rest of the morning moving through the apartment together, choosing music, cleaning small things, drifting from room to room without ever really separating. It wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was just easy. Familiar in a way that didn’t need explaining anymore.

By the time they sat down later with simple food and coffee, sunlight spilling across the table, Jake looked at her for a moment before speaking. “I’m glad you stayed.”

Y/n smiled softly. “Me too.”