"Jae?" The first time she says his name it's ringing out through a small coffee shop as she finishes his order. "I have five coffees for Jae."
"That's me." He bounds over to the counter, trying to not let his cheeks get to warm at the sight of her smile or the way her hands linger on his a moment longer than needed as he takes the drink container. He reminds himself to drink here more often.
"Jae" She again calls his name with a smile, but now she's in a floral dress with her hair styled neatly. Jae is floored, how did someone so pretty agree to this date?
"Hey Y/n. I didn't keep you waiting too long did I?" She shakes her head, smile never leaving.
"Not at all, don't worry." She wraps her arm around his extended one, "So what's the plan."
"There is a hedgehog cafe just up the street and I have never seen one in real life."
"A cafe?" She jokes and Jae swears he's fallen just a little more.
"Jae." His heart skips a beat, her red stained lips the only thing he can focus on. "Thank you. Tonight was amazing." They're outside her apartment now, the sun setting in the distance. Neither of them really want to date to end, just like they didn't want the previous 5 to end. He fiddles with his fingers, unsure what to do now, or what to say. He offers her a grin trying to calm his nerves.
"I'm glad I could be of assistance." He jokes, making her giggle. "I'm running out of ideas for things to do." He confesses. She cocks her head sideways.
"I have an idea." He mimics her action, head cocked in confusion before she's pressing her lips against his. His hands move on their own, cupping her cheeks and deepening the kiss.
"I like your ideas." He grins, breathless when they break apart.
"Jae." She's grinning again, reaching out to take the roses from him. "Thank you." She motions for him to come in, letting him close the door. She puts the flowers in a vase, leaning on the kitchen table.
"It's nothing." He shrugs. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't bother you on your one day off?" He grins, opening his arms for a hug. She steps forward, throwing her arms around his neck.
"I love you, Jae. You're the best." She mumbles into his ear. His grin broadens, and he hugs her tighter.
"Jae." Her voice is breathy, strained as his lips attach themselves to her neck. He hums in acknowledgement, a smile forming on his lips. His hands are somehow every where, burning patterns on her skin. She's on his lap now, shirt long gone, hands so deep in his hair she's almost unsure she can remove them later. He's still in shock, an angel on his lap, letting him kiss her like this. She tilts his head back, stealing his lips into a kiss again, pulling a groan from his throat at the tug in his hair.
"God you're amazing." He whispers into the skin of her neck, feeling the vibrations of her giggles. "I love you."
"Jae?" She once again offers his name up as a question. He's standing on her porch now, it's late, or perhaps early and snow falls heavily from the sky. His hair is full of snow and he's out of breath. "It's really you?" He nods, a grin breaking out onto his lips. She rushes out of her house, barreling into him and sending them sprawling into the snow.
"Missed me a little?" He laughs, gazing up at her as she hovers over him. She only smiles, dipping down to kiss him hard. His arms wrap around her torso, pulling her flush against him. She's the one who pulls away, smiling down at him with snow lodging in her hair.
"Come on, let's get inside before we freeze."
"Jae." Her voice is small now. "Please. Listen." He faces away from her now, unable to bear the look of sorrow on her face.
"You and Wonpil?" His voice cracks.
"Jae, babe, please. It's not what you think." She tugs on the back of his shirt.
"Not what I think?" He spins, facing the small girl, anger apparent on his face and in his voice. "You were in bed together. You can't tell me nothing happened."
"Nothing did happen. I was drunk and I was going to drive to your place but he stopped me." She defended. "He had to wrestle my keys away from me, and the only way I would stay in bed was if he stayed with me."
"Why do you need someone in bed with you?" He demands. She looks away from him, playing with her fingers the way he did when he had something on his mind, a trait she picked up from him.
"I have night terrors." She confesses softly. "You don't see them because I can sometimes wake myself up when I realize things are getting bad."
"Is that why you don't let me stay the night?" She nods at his question and he sighs. "God baby, I'm so sorry." He pulls her close, pressing his face into her hair. "I'm such an idiot."
"Jae." He could barely hear her voice, the way her face was pressed into his side prevented it. Her grip on his shirt tightened and he looked down, setting his book on the nightstand. She whimpers, pushing her face closer to him.
"Babe." He nudges her shoulder. Hoping to wake her up, "Sweetheart." He shakes her a little harder and her eyes snap open with a gasp. She sits up, finding him still laying next to her and bursts into tears. He does his best to comfort her, allowing her to bury her face in the hollow of his neck. "I'm still here."
"Jae." Her voice is muffled by the pillow she's pressed into. "Go see what's wrong with your son." He groans at her, begrudgingly sitting up.
"Why did we agree to become parents?" He grumbles, and she laughs at his grumpy look.
"You are partially to blame for this." She reminds him, to which he grins.
"Yeah, I know. I was there." She groans, pushing her face into her pillow and pointing to the door.
"Jae." Her voice is stern as she states at her son and husband seated on the couch. "Will you calm down? Let the boy go in his date." She offers her son a hand, pulling the now 15 year old off the couch. "Don't listen to your father. He wasn't remotely suave on our first date. Just relax and be yourself. Everything will be fine." She assured her son, combing his hair into place. She shot her husband a glare before ushering her son towards the door.
"Just be back by 11!" Jae called, setting a hand on her shoulder as they watch Sammy walk away. "You are such a spoilsport." He chided, pinching her earlobe.
"Maybe you're just uptight." She teases, bumping him with her hips.
"I am the coolest guy ever!"
"Jae?" Her voice had a croak now, and her once dark hair was now a bright white. "Have you seen my-" She can't even finish, her son already at her side, handing her her glasses. "Oh, thank you, Sammy." She smiles. "Where's your father?"
"In with Deliah, he's bringing out the guitar." He explains, already helping his mother towards the living room. She sits in her rocking chair, watching her aged husband play the guitar to their grandchild.
"Sing her our song. The one by Ed Sheeran." His voice is croaky as well now, but he sings anyway, the 3 year old smiling and clapping along. When he finished, he turns to his wife and smiles at the sight of her clapping.
"Sammy, why don't you play?" He passes the guitar off to his son and pulls his wife up to dance as the song plays. Sammy plays he and his wife's song, but watches as his parents dance happily along the living room floor. As his father twirls his mother he can swear, for a moment he sees a young woman with a broad smile and long dark hair, laughing with a lanky blond man with thick glasses.
