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☆ : myungjae is famous on grunge tumblr for the way he plays guitar and polarizes his seldom life. you send him an ask, expecting anything but a response. ㅤㅤㅤwc.ㅤㅤㅤ—ㅤㅤㅤ???

myungjae x reader ・ooc obviously, idk this man ・ jaehyun can play guitar ・ mentions of other bnd members ﹙riwoo specifically﹚ ・ no formal use of y/n ・ inspired by that one live where he wore the flannel ・ jaehyuns whipped here but i can't promise it later on ・ slow burn! my bad. and it starts here...kind of ・ part 2...? part 2.

🎧 : w.d.y.w.f.m? ◞ prey ◞ female robbery ◞ colors

it started with a picture. a simple one, one of jaehyun leaning back against the poster-ed wall of his bedroom, red checkered flannel wrinkled and open, an old Nirvana shirt peeking through the slim opening. his camera faced downward, capturing the old black acoustic guitar that needed a new pick guard and the old stickers peeling off at the edges. it was a little worn, a little old, and honestly? incredibly performative on his end.

but really, how performative was it? he knew how to play guitar, unlike all these other poser wannabes (that followed and idolized him). was he so wrong for wanting to use a talent to his advantage? sanghyeok would've said yes, that he should try to exubate more personality than every other guy on tumblr. but what did his tiny ass know? he was more of a facebook guy.

just as expected, within the hour he posted it, the picture already has over 2,000 likes, 600 reblogs, and even some not-so-savory comments that would get flagged on any other site. the attention made his skin burn hot, as if vibrating in his bed from the sheer anticipation of thirst comments wasn't enough, he watched the number on his inbox tick up. and up, and up, and up. each number that passed stroked his ego just a bit more, even if all of them were anonymous.

until one of them wasn't.

with furrowed brows, he guides his mouse to click your ask, suprise etching in the lines of his face as he reads your ask in his head:

"you always post that guitar but never any music. you wanna cover nirvana sooooo bad 🙏"

he's a little taken aback, but not by too much. he gets thousands of comments like this every other day, but what gets him, is that he has a face to match the words to. a very pretty face at that.

the next hour of his life passes in a blur of your tumblr posts. it's mostly all reblogs, but he'll occasionally stumble across one of your face, maybe of your hobbies or a photo with your friends. is it bad to feel like you're looking at the love of your life through a screen? through a tumblr blog?!

maybe, but he doesn't care.

when you had sent the ask to jaehyun, you hadn't expected him to answer.

he was just someone on this godforsaken site that you had eyed for a moment too long, and then obsessively became his number one fan. but it was a total accident! in your defense, he was hot. and knew how to play the guitar.

so maybe it was all entirely shallow, maybe you did choose to ignore how he responded to comments or how his posts always had some allusion to his broken heart (that wasn't real, he just wanted the attention). and yeah, maybe if you got to know the real jaehyun, you wouldn't like him half as much as you do. so you stuck with making goo goo eyes at the person he pretended to be on the internet.

so imagine your surprise when you get a notification, refresh your dashboard and see a response to your ask.

your eyes nearly pop out of your head like one of those old cartoons, mouth dropping open. your tongue might as well have lolled out while you were at it.

he answered, actually fucking answered, with a video no less! still dressed in his clothes from the picture, as if it had been recorded within the hour (it was, you didn't need to know that). his flannel was rolled up to his elbows, accentuating the better parts of his forearm adorned by bracelets, and the chipped black nail polish on his fingers.

you don't know whether to start drooling or scream. your fingers are tense on the keypad of your laptop, your hand holding its stiff shape for a moment. what if it's a prank? what if he rick-rolls you? or plays a singular chord before telling you how weird you are?!

but why would he waste a minute of his time doing that? you think. once you've convinced yourself that it's real, after mulling it over in your head for about 15 minutes and taking a deep breath, you finally hit play.

the sound of Heart-Shaped Box being played gently on the worn strings of his guitar quickly fills your space. you inhale softly, almost a gasp as your eyes widen slightly at the song, fully convinced he'd cop out with something like Breed. but instead, it's one of the prettiest renditions you've ever heard.

sure, it's a little muffled through your speakers, and you can tell when he hesitates on a note. but it's real, it's raw in a way you can't explain. maybe it's just the adrenaline still coursing through your veins from being noticed, or maybe you truly do believe it's a work of art.

when the video ends, you catch the small smirk on his lips as he leans forward to stop the recording. you wanna stare at that frame alone forever.

jaehyun's a nervous wreck, not that he'd ever admit it, but it's clear. he won't stop refreshing tumblr, begging to whatever higher power that you'll see it and not find him too forward. when he finally gets the notifications for your like, reblog and comment, he wants to pass out.

his heart feels like it's beating out of his chest for a stranger on the fucking internet. god, how pathetic can he get? he hopes a little more before you go offline.

he decides to give you a little slack on his line, waiting for maybe about thirty minutes before he actually realizes what you commented. when he finally looks at it, his heart just about stops before it soars into outerspace.

"i've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks <3"

he doesn't give it enough thought before he's leaping off his bed, grabbing his phone to text everyone about how so super totally in love he is. because now, jaehyun's decided that you're a conquest. or the prize he gets at the end of his journey, something akin to a holy device he'd drop everything for.

and what myung jaehyun wants, he gets. no matter how impossible it may seem.