#jaejun

(I didn’t really go into anything more horror, very light hearted stuff).

Tw: somewhat obsessive dude, dude who likes to baby you but like in a “breadwinner” way, drugging (non-prescription medicine)

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You’re just starting college, wanting to pursue an early childhood education major. When you start unpacking your stuff at your new dorm, your room mate arrives not much later.

He’s carrying at least 3 suitcases full of items. The glasses rests on his nose bridge perfectly, as if they were meant to be the perfect glasses for him. He’s quiet, just looking around the dorm. He strangely wears a thick sweater even though it’s a hot day.

When you introduce yourself first, he quietly stutters his own name. His voice had an accent, not a bad one, elegant, you could say. He was obviously an international student. He gave a rich vibe: not the snobby kind. Just well-off.

As the two of you unpack he speaks more, making a few small smiles. He explains he wants to be a cardiologist, since the heart fascinates him the most. He’s the youngest of 3 sons. Except his brothers are both at least 6 years older than him.

You chat about each other’s countries, and how college will be like.

His name is easy to pronounce.

Jaejun.

Like Jay of June.

Like Blue Jays who flutter outside your window.

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It’s been about 2 months. Jaejun’s already obsessed. Never would he have thought he would become immediately attracted to someone he’s only seen for a few shallow seconds, but here he was. He didn’t know why, but something about you made him want to just provide and care for you.

If you have any pain or are sick, he’ll be right by your side, taking care of you perfectly. He loves playing doctor for you. He’s already studying to become one, so the practice makes his heart melt.

He loves cooking his homeland’s dishes for you. It made his heart thump to not only fight off any homesickness but also see you hum in delight at the flavors. He always makes extra for you, always. With a note attached and a small drawing.

He’s not going to university at a country he’s unfamiliar with for just the merit; he knows completely what he’s doing. If you ever struggle with your science or math classes he has you. He loves explaining your gen ed bio class that’s making your head spin. All with a soft voice and little reassurances. Please keep relying on him.

You shouldn’t ever worry about money with him. If you ever run out of anything, he’s already bought it and stocked it up for you. Unlike his siblings, he doesn’t like being elitist with his money.

He sometimes lets the occasional “honey” or “sweetie” out on accident. How old-fashioned the names are, but it’s a classic he just loves.

Sometimes he slips in melatonin inside the food he cooks for you. Anything to get you to rest properly. Don’t get mad at him, please. He just wants to take care of you and make sure you’re healthy.

He’s the type of guy to be just as sweet with the guys you’re around, but his smile never looks quite right. There’s a slight forced tug with his expression.

Other women, similar, but more the compliments he gives them. “Oh your outfit is so nice,” or even “Nice nails,” but with a tone that doesn’t quite fit his grin.

He keeps a journal of all his thoughts about you. Hearts decorate his words, and there’s the constant mention of “our wedding” and “my spouse”.

Your Blue Jay, always by your side.

“Ahaha…자기야, those guys aren’t the most polite you know. I don’t want you hurt just because they don’t know how to be kind. I worry about you.”

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Random fuck ass idea I’ve had the last week. Idk. But I like the idea of him being wanting to be constantly relied on by MC.

I’m so sleepy. Send help.

- Celina

Caught in Between

Pairing: Ha Do-yeong x Reader, Jeon Jae-jun x Reader

Since JaeJun was not really invested in the shop I thought her working in the golf club would be better..

You never expected to get tangled up in a love triangle between two men who were as different as fire and ice. But maybe that was inevitable.

After all, you had helped Moon Dong-eun in her revenge, tearing down the powerful people who once thought themselves untouchable. You had seen the cracks in their carefully built lives, the destruction that followed.

And yet, here you were, working at Jeon Jae-jun’s golf club, a place where wealth and arrogance mixed like whiskey and ice.

The first time you met Jae-jun, he had leaned against the counter, a cocky smirk on his lips “Didn’t expect someone like you here,” he had mused, looking you up and down, eyes filled with something far too dangerous to be casual interest. “Are you here to keep an eye on me? Or did you just miss me?”

You had scoffed. “I think you’re confusing me with someone who actually enjoys your company.” He had laughed—really laughed—and from that moment on, he made it his mission to get under your skin.

But then, there was Ha Do-yeong.

One day, you were cleaning up after a long shift, and the next, you turned around to find him standing there—watching you.

He didn’t play games like Jae-jun. He didn’t smirk or flirt outright. He simply studied you, eyes calculating, as if trying to figure you out before making a move.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he said one evening, voice low, unreadable.

You wiped your hands on a towel, meeting his gaze. “Neither did I.” He stepped closer, slow and deliberate. “And yet… here we are.”

Obsession is a dangerous thing.

Jae-jun was bold about it. He liked having you around, liked the way your presence irritated Do-yeong, liked the way you challenged him instead of falling at his feet.

“You like me,” he teased one afternoon, cornering you in the hallway, arms braced against the wall beside your head.

You arched a brow. “You wish.”

He leaned in, breath fanning against your cheek. “You don’t have to admit it. I already know.”

Do-yeong was quieter in his obsession, but it ran just as deep.

You caught it in the way he watched you, how his hand would linger when he passed you something, how his usually composed expression would darken every time he caught Jae-jun getting too close.

One evening, after closing, you found yourself alone with him outside the club. The air was thick with something unspoken, something heavy.

“Why are you here?” you asked, crossing your arms.

He exhaled, gaze sharp. “Because I don’t like the idea of you being around him.”

Your heart skipped. “That’s not for you to decide.”

His jaw tightened. “Maybe not. But that doesn’t change the way I feel.”

And so it continued—a silent war between them with you caught in the middle.

Jae-jun would pull you into his world, filled with luxury, reckless flirting, and the kind of passion that threatened to consume everything in its path.

Do-yeong would ground you, offering quiet intensity, lingering glances, and a stability that felt far more dangerous than recklessness.

You knew you couldn’t have them both.

But you weren’t ready to choose.

A Beautiful Obsession

Pairing: Jae Jun x oc (Hana)

Summary: Seo Hana was the radiant center of her high school-a student council member, the popular girl, admired for her beauty and charisma. But despite the admiration she drew, she was oblivious to the darker truths hidden in the shadows of her school... especially the truth about her quiet, loyal friend: Moon dong-eun.

Part 2

Ever since the burn, Dong-eun has been avoiding Hana at every turn. In the hallways, she ducks out of sight. In class, she invents excuse after excuse—headaches, forgotten materials, family emergencies—anything to keep from sitting too close, speaking too long, or being seen. Even when they're paired for assignments, Dong-eun finds a way to disappear. The classroom empties slowly but Dong-eun stays behind, shoving her books into her bag. She doesn't hear Hana walk up behind her. "Eunnie ," Hana says softly making Dong-eun freeze. "Yeah?" She responds softly. "We're partners for this project. Again." Hana offers a small laugh, trying to keep it light. "Are you going to vanish on me this time too?"

Dong-eun finally turns, eyes darting everywhere but Hana's face. "I'm... just really busy." She stutters making hana frown. "You've never been too busy before," Hana says gently, stepping closer. "Is it something I did?"

"No." The word is quick, sharp—too fast to be convincing.

Hana studies her for a second before sighing. "Then what is it?  why won't you even look at me?" She questions. Dong-eun swallows hard as her hand grips the strap of her bag. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it," she whispers.

"But I am worried," Hana says, voice trembling slightly. "You've been different to me. Hiding things. And I know you don't want to talk about it, but... you don't have to do this alone. I can help and try to understand"

For a second, Dong-eun's eyes flick up to Hana's—and something nearly cracks open. But then she looks away. "I have to go," she says, brushing past her. Hana watches her go, the weight of something unspoken thick in the air. She doesn't chase her.

Unfortunately, that was the last time Hana saw her best friend.........

.....

Later that day, Hana walks home slowly, her steps heavy. Her best friend—the one person who's always been by her side—is suddenly avoiding her, and she has no idea why. Was it something she did? Did she say something offensive? Maybe something is going on at home and she doesn't want her to know.

As she steps in the door she sighs before seeing her parents on the couch. Her parents are waiting in the living room, sitting too still , too quiet. Entirely too quiet. "Hana," her father says with a stern voice causing Hana to visibly gulp. "Sit down. We need to talk."

She furrows her brows but obeys, perching on the edge of the couch. "What's going on?" she questions looking at her parents in confusion and concern. "When you were little we decided that you would marry To Ha Do-yeong when you are of age.....for business..." Hana's mother explains as she puts her hand on top of her husbands hand. The words crash into her like a wave. Her mouth parts, but nothing comes out.

Engaged? To someone she barely knows? Hana stares at them, stunned. "What?"

"It's a good match," her father adds. "His family is stable. Respectable."

"Your joking right?" Hana questions but earns silence from her parents. "You can't be serious." Her voice is low, disbelieving. "You're deciding my future behind my back? Just for business?"

"Don't think of it like that....This was decided long ago. We are very good friends with the family," her mother says. "You're old enough now. It's time to honor the agreement."

"I don't love him," Hana snaps. "I barely know him."

"Love comes later," her father replies coldly. "This is bigger than feelings. It's about your future—and our family."

"My future?" Hana's voice rises. "How can you say that? This has nothing to with my future. You mean your pride. Your business ties. Your image. You don't even care what I want!"

"Lower your voice," her mother warns. "No!" Hana stands, eyes burning. "You're selling me off like I'm some bargaining chip!"

"Seo Hana she willl not repeat herself" her father says sternly causing Hana to go quiet. "Don't I get a say in this?" She whispers as tears swell in her eyes.

Her father's jaw clenches. "You will marry Ha Do-yeong, Hana. That is final."

She looks between them, heart pounding, tears stinging her eyes. She doesn't say another word instead She turns, storms out of the house, and slams the door behind her.

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The night air bites at Hana's skin as she walks with no real destination—just away. Her phone buzzes in her pocket, probably her mother, but she doesn't look. Her ears are still ringing with their voices. You're getting engaged... This is final...

She finds herself in front of the convenience, store. She didn't know where else to go but stopping at a convenience store wasn't exactly what she had in mind.  She sits on the bench outside, hunched forward, arms draped over her knees, hair shielding her face. Across the street, Jae Jun stops mid-step when he sees her. His brows lift, amused. "Seo Hana?" he calls out, strolling over. He slides onto the bench beside her, still watching. "You look like hell."

She snorts softly, not denying it. "Thanks that makes me feel so much better" she says wiping her tears. "You good?" he asks, less mocking now, but still casual—like he's trying not to sound like he cares too much. Hana just shakes her head. "No."

She drops her head into her hands as tears keep falling. "Are you gonna tell me what's the problem?" Jae Jun questions making Hana look up at him. "My parents arranged for me to get married" she reveals making Jae Jun clench his jaw. "I barely know the guy. But my father thinks it's a good idea to help his business grow better. I don't want to get married but I have no choice " she explains as tears well up. "Arranged marriage?" he spat, voice low but burning. "Who the hell does that anymore? Your dad thinks he can trade you like a fucking business deal?"

"I don't know what to do" she whispers as tears fall down her cheeks. Jae Jun looks at the tears run down her face before clenching his hands.

"Marry me"

Im so happy somebody likes it!! Thank you ❤️

The reason behind THAT big smile