#jayb x reader

You checked the time on your watch. Tapping your foot anxiously in the crowd of people who are waiting for their morning cup of coffee as well. You heard your name and quickly managed to move around people until you could grab your cup. You thanked the barista before running out,the cold breeze burning your cheeks. You knew it was probably a bad idea to stop for coffee before work, but you needed it. You didn't know what you were in for every day you went in, but some little voice in the back of your head convinced you it was worth stopping for a quick drink.

You tapped the button on the crosswalk, waiting for that little white icon to pull up. You finally took a sip of your drink,the warmth slowly reaching your insides. You had to drink as much as you could now since you had to go through security once you arrived at the courthouse. You quickly crossed the street, your heels clacking against the pavement as you walked into the courthouse. You quickly drank what you could before throwing out your cup.

"Hey! Y/N, how are you today?" Jackson asked. He was always so friendly and easily one of the best faces to see when starting your day. "Good, how's it been here?" You questioned, placing your bag in the tote and taking off your belt before passing through the metal detector. "It's been slow; I don't think anything too big is going on today," He smiled, sliding your bin down so you could get your belongings. You whisked your belt on and grabbed your bag. "I'll see you when I leave!" You grinned at him before walking to the desk.

"Good morning," You smiled brightly at the clerk and showed your badge. "Good morning," Yunhee grumbled. You watched as she turned around after clicking on her computer for a few moments and handed you a manila folder. "Thank you," You took it carefully, putting your badge away. You quickly looked at the papers. "Okay, courtroom two," You nodded to yourself. You didn't want to spend too much time at the desk as Yunhee was clearly in a bad mood. You walked off, finding your courtroom.

You sat down in your chair, adjusting yourself to get comfortable and look at the case. "Oof, robbery again," You flipped through quickly, processing what you could before the court was in session. People slowly trickled in as you sat up, putting your folder away. You heard the sound of the briefcase hitting the table, and your eyes shifted that way. You stared at him for a moment, wondering why they let the defendant in so soon, especially without a lawyer. You kept studying him as he sat down, noticing the shine from his nose ring and the anti brow piercing in his cheek. He was beautiful. You couldn't think of another way to describe him.

You quickly looked away, not wanting to stare for too long. Instead you turned your focus onto the laptop in front of you, adjusting it to line up with the stenotype. Unable to help yourself, though, you looked over at the beautiful man once more, surprised to see another person sitting next to him. You watched as this gorgeous man pulled out a folder and began to talk with the woman beside him. Was he the attorney? Before you could even try to process the bailiff spoke up. "All rise," You stood up, adjusting the pencil skirt you were wearing, not wanting it to be a mini skirt as you stood.

The gavel quickly smacked down with a sharp movement. "You may be seated," Judge Choi spoke. "Good afternoon," He took a moment, reviewing the case in front of him. "This is the case of Mrs. Kang vs Mrs. Kim; as stated in front of me, Mrs. Kim is being accused of committing robbery in the third degree as claimed by Mrs. Kang." He cleared his throat. "Yes, your honor," You quickly began typing as the other attorney stood up. "For the record, my name is Kim Yugyeom. I am defending the plaintiff in this case," He looked around for a moment before continuing.

"Now, Mrs. Kang is saying that Mrs. Kim has stolen multiple pieces of her jewelry. All ranging from one hundred dollars to one thousand." He spoke, putting his folder on the desk before walking around. "Now, I'm sure the jury does not understand why they are present for such a case. However, this isn't Mrs. Kim's first accusation of stealing from the homes of those she works for," He fixed his jacket, buttoning it. "Mrs. Kang is in distress about this situation because it wasn't just replaceable pieces of jewelry, but it was family heirlooms," He was slowly pacing as he laid out the facts. You couldn't help but catch glimpses of that beautiful attorney waiting to speak from across the room.

Your eyes kept shifting over to him. Desperation seeping in, wanting to learn his name. You had to keep telling the part of your brain that was yearning to learn something about him that he would be no different outside of this room. Attorneys were always cold, arrogant, and narcissistic. It might have only been one experience from last year, but it was enough for you to swear off any lawyer or attorney. That's what was promised after the breakup; Park Jinyoung felt like a prime example of how lawyers act. No matter how hard it was you wanted to forget him, and it took a while but he was gone for the most part. Then he pushed back into your memories, and any thought about him was making your mind short-wire as you were merely admiring a stranger. Even if it was attempted you couldn’t stop the begging in your inner thoughts as you wanted to hear illicit words from his lips.

His sharp gaze was locked on Yugyeom; almost as if he was a predator watching his prey in front of him. His eyes never moved as he watched Yugyeom seeing where he was trying to lead. You snapped out of it as you heard the scrape of his chair as he sat back down. The impatient nerves were waiting to get their closure. He cleared his throat in a quick, sharp moment as you were almost on the edge of your seat. "For the record, my name is Lim Jaebeom, representing the defendant." He stayed seated as he spoke. Confidence in his aura. "Now my client is sitting here, being sued over a crime that never happened. Mrs. Kim has worked for Mrs. Kang for over five years. There has never been a complaint or an accusation such as this at all. Now, if I remember reading correctly. You keep your jewelry locked up, correct, Mrs. Kang?" He raised an eyebrow as he looked at her.

You watched as Yugyeom told her to stay quiet. "But as it is stated in words in front of all of us. Mrs. Kang says she locks her jewelry, and it is only unlocked when she is taking something out or putting something right back. Other than that, Mrs. Kang claims it is never unlocked, no matter the circumstances." Your eyes couldn't leave Jaebeom, the sharp gaze as he spoke his case. "If I could, Mrs. Kang. I would like to have you on the stand." He looked at her. Her eyes kept shifting to Yugyeom like a desperate cry for help.

You watched as she got up. She was younger, maybe mid-thirties at most; you could tell she was married to an older gentleman in the back. "Now, Mrs. Kang, that key to your jewelry box is on you at all times, correct?" Jaebeom questioned, making sure his plaintiff couldn't claim badgering. "Yes," Her voice was timid. The jury watched, seeing the way she seemed nervous and unsure of what to say. Jaebeom looked through a file which made everyone’s attention shift from Mrs. Kang to him.

Eyes from around the room were glued to Jaebeom, seeing where he was going as they listened to his strong voice that was as clear as day. "Now you seem to be a very routined person," He paced in front of her. "Why would you leave such an important item unlocked?" He paused his hands in the front pockets of his trousers. "I never do," She spoke quickly. "So how would Mrs. Kim be able to steal such important jewelry from you if it wasn't unlocked?" He shrugged, trying to play himself off.

You looked up and could see the panic in Mrs. Kang's eyes. "Maybe I forgot to put something away," She nodded, gulping. You heard a few members of the jury mumbling to themselves. "Right," He nodded, then looked up at the judge. "No more questions," He moved and sat back down in his chair. Mrs. Kang quickly moved away, almost embarrassed by her answers. You heard the chair drag on the floor briefly as Yugyeom stood up. "I would like to have Mrs. Kim take the stand," He looked at the judge as he nodded, giving him the go-ahead. You saw Jaebeom give her quick words of encouragement as she walked up and took her seat.

"Mrs. Kim, how long have you been working for the Kang family?" Yugyeom stared at her. You couldn't help but feel bad. She seemed as if she was older, maybe in her late sixties; she seemed so frail and upset about her accusations, almost like she was lost on what to do. "Five years," Her voice wasn't quiet but still soft. "And in those five years, have you had any issues with Mrs. Kang or her family?" He stood in front of her as she quickly shook her head. "No, never. I've always come in and taken care of their house and their children," She sounded hurt as she spoke. "Now, did you know where Mrs. Kang keeps her jewelry?" He was almost glaring at her, burning her with his eyes.

"I know she kept it somewhere in her closet, but she's always told me not to go in there, and I never did." She looked at Jaebeom as if needing a helping hand. "No further questions," Jaebeom spoke, his voice loud, making everyone look his way. His features were sharpening, and he was clearly frustrated by the redundant questions that Yugyeom was asking. Judge Choi nodded in favor of Jaebeom. She carefully got down before taking her seat next to Jaebeom. "Is this all of the evidence?" Judge Choi spoke up. Yugyeom nodded, his eyes shifting over to Jaebeom. "One more thing," Jaebeom looked at Judge Choi. Hoping he’d approve of him.

"I'll allow it," He nodded. "Mrs. Kang, can I have you take the stand one last time," He watched as she stood up and walked over, slowly taking her seat and adjusting her dress at the same time. "Now, Mrs. Kang, you use social media, right?" He looked at her. "Yes," She nodded. "Would you say Instagram is your most used?" He held his papers by his side. "Objection, relevance," Yugyeom called out. "Overruled," Judge Choi quickly retaliated. "Yes. I use it for my businesses." She nodded again, lost as to where he was going. "See, my client happened to come across one of those many live streams you do the other night." He placed the screenshot of her livestream in front of her. "What do you see here?"

His head cocked, almost like he was toying with her. "Just my product and a few other things," She stared at him, puzzled. "Mm," He hummed in agreement before inhaling. "See, that's what I thought at first, but then when you were showing how durable those containers are, I think you forgot that the jewelry that you have claimed Mrs. Kim has stolen was right there in the background." His finger tapped on the area he was talking about. "Oh, here's a zoomed-in one for you," He put another paper on top. Her cheeks began to burn a deep red color. Jaebeom walked away from her.

"See, that livestream was two nights ago, four weeks after you had accused Mrs. Kim of stealing that property from you. Which clearly is not the case that you are presenting before us." He gave Yugyeom a look as if saying checkmate before turning to look at the jury. Judge Choi quickly hit the gavel. "Case dismissed." He almost scoffed. Jaebeom quickly walked back over to shake his hand with Mrs. Kim. You were so entranced, still staring at him. "Y/N," Your name crept through your dazed state. "Yes?" You looked up to see Judge Choi looking at you. "Are you okay?" His eyebrow furrowed as you quickly nodded.

"Yes, your honor," You smiled before beginning to pack up your belongings. A faint blush on your cheeks for being called out as you stared. You grabbed your bag and walked out quickly. "Excuse me!" You heard the voice coming closer. The deep, rich voice of Jaebeom. "Oh. Hello," You smiled softly. "I noticed you were kinda staring at me," A slight smirk on his face. You pressed your lips together, trying to think of a justification to say quickly. "I mean, I kind of have to," You laughed awkwardly. "I mean, you didn't look too much at the other attorney." His head nodded in the direction of Yugyeom.

"Oh, it's just a subconscious thing." You nodded. "I was just teasing," He smiled softly. "You left this behind." He handed over your recorder. "Thank you," You sighed in relief as you didn't realize it got left behind. "Also, here's my number. Call me," He handed you a card as he flashed a smile before walking away. You looked at it quickly, then stuffed it in your bag. You took a deep breath and walked over to the clerk's desk. "Hello," You kept your bright smile. "Any other cases I have today?" You handed your badge over to the desk. You watched Yunhee as she took your ID slowly and swiped it. "Nope." Her voice was still flat. "Thank you," You walked away quickly, not wanting more of her cold shoulder.

"How was it?" Jackson called out as he saw you. "Not too bad. I know I'm required to be impartial, but I'm so glad the case turned out the way I was hoping," You nodded. "That's always good. Are there any more big things for you today?" He leaned against the wall as you shook your head. "Nope, I guess nothing else for me today, but oh well! I'll probably just go home and get cozy." You fixed the loose pieces of hair that had fallen from your ponytail. "Hey, still is better than being stuck in a courthouse all day." He chuckled as you nodded quickly. "Hey! There's my man!" He called out, removing himself from the wall. You couldn't help but turn to see who he was talking about.

"Hey! Y/N!" Jackson grinned. "This is Jaebeom! He's a new pro bono lawyer for our district," He smiled as you nodded slightly. "Nice to meet you; congratulations on winning your case, by the way," You stuck your hand out for him to shake. "Thank you," He nodded, carefully shaking your hand back, making sure not to squeeze too much. "Well, I'm gonna head home," You smiled at Jackson. "Have a good night, Ms. Y/N!" He called out as you walked out. "Miss?" Jaebeom questioned, watching as you walked out of the building. Jackson nodded. "Yeah, she's super sweet but reserved. I think she's a Miss; she hasn't corrected me or said much," He seemed lost in thought before Jaebeom nodded. "I'll see you around, Jackson,"

You stared at the card that Jaebeom handed you, engraving the phone number in your brain. One text wouldn't hurt. You picked up your phone and typed in the number.

Y/N: Congrats again on winning your case! I'm glad Mrs. Kim was proven innocent.

You put your phone down on the couch cushions next to you, before reaching behind you and taking the throw blanket that was folded neatly on the back of your couch. Grabbing it, you threw it on you,covering your body with as much as you could. The warmth of the blanket made you sigh in relief. You shut your eyes for a moment, opening them once you heard the vibration on your cushion. You pulled your arm out of the fleece and looked at your phone.

Attn. Jaebeom: Hey, Y/N. I'm assuming

Y/N: Sorry! I should've said that, but yes.

Attn. Jaebeom: I was wondering if you'd want to go out and get drinks? On me.

You bit the inside of your cheek. Weighing the pros and cons, on one hand, he's incredibly hot, and he's offering to buy you drinks, but on the other, he's also the type of person you promised yourself never to go out with. "What the hell," You mumbled to yourself, moving the blanket off of you.

Y/N: Yeah, just tell me when :)

Attn. Jaebeom: I was going to go out in maybe an hour; I'll send you the location.

You walked to your room, and you saw the dropped pin he sent you. You checked to see how far it was to decide how long you had to get yourself ready. You sighed happily, seeing it was a 10-minute train ride over. You would drive but didn't want to limit yourself if you felt like you wanted a drink or more. You got yourself ready, grabbed one of your shoulder bags, and walked out.

Y/N: I'm leaving now, I'll meet you there :)

You heard your stop and got off, a sudden bit of nerves crawling through your bloodstream as you walked up to the door of the pub, checking your phone to see if he was there.

Attn. Jaebeom: I'm sitting at the bar! You should be able to see me.

You read his message as you walked in, looking at the bar area, and spotting him sitting there. God, he was hot and unlike any other that you laid your eyes on. His sharp features drew you in from across the courtroom, and they were doing the same right now. You cleared your throat as you sat down next to him. "Hey," You smiled softly as he smiled back. "I'm glad you made it. What can I get you?" He watched as you contemplated. "A cosmo," You nodded as he put his hand out, gesturing for the waiter to take your order.

"Tonight is on me too, don't forget," He smiled softly. "Oh, don't worry, I didn't forget that," You laughed at him. "I gotta ask, what made you become a stenographer?" He looked at you, turning his stool so he could face you. "I didn't want to commit to law school, but I liked the law." You smiled, taking your first sip of the drink placed in front of you. "What about you? What made you become a pro bono lawyer?" You felt the liquor warming up your insides and loosening the nerves that you felt before. "Eh, I figured it would be nice to help those that can't afford a lawyer," He shrugged. Your heart swelled hearing that. Maybe he was different. The little voice in your head was competing with the devil on your shoulder.

"Missing out on a lot of money," You teased, seeing what his response would be. "Yeah, but it's fine; I get paid by the town and government. I’d just rather give the unprivileged a chance," He took a sip from the dark brown bottle. "I gotta be honest," You took a bigger sip from your glass. "You're way different than I thought you would be," Your cheeks were flushed from the alcohol creeping its way through your system. "In what way?" He couldn't help but question, his sharp eyebrow lifting. "Well, in my experience, lawyers, attorneys, and everything like that are usually arrogant jerks who like to think they're better than everyone." Your voice was harsh as you spoke.

"Well, I'm glad I could be different," He teased as your cheeks started to match your drink. "I was trying hard not to look at you in the courtroom," He confessed. "It seems like we were both stealing glances at different times," He snickered. "Yeah?" Your eyes widened in surprise as he nodded. "I don't know what it was, but you were captivating." His words kept going as you took a slow and long sip of your drink. Usually, you had no problem flirting back, but you couldn't figure out what words you were trying to gather in your brain. "You looked really good in a suit; blue seems to be your color," You referenced the sky-blue dress shirt he had on earlier. "Yeah?" He looked down at himself, seeing he was yet again wearing a blue shirt.

"I do own more colors," He looked at you, trying to defend himself. "I don't know if I believe you," You teased and ordered yourself another drink. "I promise," He put his hands up in a defensive way. You picked up your drink, placing it in front of you. "So you know Jackson?" You questioned, thinking of something else to say. "Yeah, I met him at another courthouse. He's a nice guy." He took a sip of his drink. "He was telling me about you as you were leaving. I started to get nervous that you might have had someone at home," He chuckled as you shook your head. "Well, you're in luck." You put the back of your hand under your chin and smiled brightly. He tried to stifle his laughter.

You whined quietly as he smiled innocently, "I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing with you," You shook your head at his comment as you smiled. "Alright," You took another sip of your drink. "Don't take this the wrong way," He looked at you, your eyes meeting his so that he would continue. "You look really good in a skirt," He spoke carefully, hoping that you were going to take it as a compliment. "Thank you, they take up my closet," You laughed, adjusting the bottom of the dress you were wearing. He was trying not to watch but couldn't help himself. It was hugging your thighs in just the right way. "Hey, I don't mean to be so brash," He cleared his throat. "Want to finish these drinks up and head to my place? It's alright if you just want to go home," He could barely finish his sentence before you agreed.

"I'd love to." You took a sip of your drink, your eyes meeting his. He called the bartender over and paid your tab. You took your final sip and got off the stool carefully, adjusting the bottom of your dress as you walked out the door with him. "I don't live too far," He smiled over at you. "It's no problem. I'd walk with you even if it were a bit far," You nodded at him as the night breeze made you shiver slightly. He noticed out of the corner of his eye, taking off his jacket and placing it around your shoulders. You couldn't help but turn red. "Thank you," You looked over at him as he nodded. "You don't have to thank me,"

"But I do," You huffed as he laughed. It wasn't that funny, but both of you were a little tipsy. You shook your head at him as he opened his door. You took your shoes off and found the couch, quickly taking the opportunity to sit on the cushion material. You watched as Jaebeom's slim figure walked towards you, holding something out. You reached and took the cold bottle. "I figure getting some water into your system wouldn't be a bad idea," He sat next to you, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he opened his bottle and took a sip.

You took a sip of your own before your eyes shifted back to him. "You're really good looking," You let it slip out of your lips. "I could say the same to you," He looked at you, his eyes lingering on your lips for a moment. You tried to act like you didn't see it,keepingt your eyes moving as you looked around his face, taking in his strong bone structure and his sharp brows that hardened his face. His baby pink lips were drawing you in closer, and every time they moved, you could hear his voice saying your name as you imagined how they felt and tasted. “Y/N?” His concerned voice broke you out of your daydream. "Yeah?" You looked at him, your eyes meeting his. You watched as his face came closer, and before you could fully process what was happening, you felt his lips against yours.

Those last two questions you had were answered. His lips were soft and plump and had a subtle taste of peach as if he had a chapstick he had applied not too long ago. You moved your lips with his, not wanting to move them from his. His lips started to pull at yours as his hand moved hair away from your face. His hand held you near the nape of your neck, keeping your hair away from his lips deepening the kiss. Your lips melted with his as your body from his touch. His lips began to leave a trail down your jaw, making you shudder.

You were trying to get your nerves to calm down, but it was hard to control. Your mind was already traveling further and further with his touch, imagining what his lips would feel like elsewhere or how he would feel inside of you. Your body was heating up enough for him to realize. "Do you want to keep going?" He removed his lips from tasting your skin as you nodded. "Yes," You barely muttered as he stood up, putting his hand out for you as you took it carefully. "I want you to be more comfortable," His voice was soft as you took his hand, following him to his bedroom.

He shut the door halfway before he stood in front of you letting you sit on his bed as he began ridding of his clothes. Your cheeks flushed at the look of his body. His toned abs and his strong thighs were still half covered by his boxers. He was breathtaking, to say the least. You felt his eyes on you as you stood up carefully, shimmying the small dress you had on off of your body. "Wow," He exhaled, looking at you. Your cheeks turned a deep red color hearing him. "Come here," You moved your finger in a come hither motion. He moved closer, his fingers lying on your hips as he pulled you so your bodies could be on one another.

The feeling of his length pressed against you made your core radiate heat. His hand carefully placed itself under your chin and tilted your head up. Your eyes locked with his that had hardened from seeing you undress. He leaned to let his lips meet with yours again. Your lips immediately locked with his as desperation grew. His bottom lip lapped at yours as he deepened the sloppy kiss. His hands moved to your back as he quickly released the clasps of your bra, throwing it across the room. Your hunger for him grew more and more as his touch traveled around your body until his finger was hooked around the side of your panties.

He moved himself away from your lips, watching your expression as he pulled your panties down. "How about you lay on the bed, baby?" His voice broke through the silence, and tension grew with the sudden pet name. You nodded quickly and moved backward, not removing your eyes from him. You felt the mattress hit the back of your legs as you moved yourself, letting your body rest once you were on his bed. He stood next to the bed, slowly moving to hover over you until your back was flat on the comforter. His fingers slowly moved around your hips, teasing their way down your thighs until they crept back up, stopping before you could feel his touch on your bundle of nerves that was throbbing.

You pressed your lips together, holding back a whine as you waited for him. You could only see his shadow from the light coming through the sheer curtains that covered his windows. Before you could take your next breath, you felt his finger slip in between your folds. Pushing into your pussy. "F-fuck," You gasped. "You're so soaked," He smirked, moving his finger gently. The sound of his small movements wasn't loud but enough for you to hear. You felt another finger push in, joining the other as he pushed his fingers in up to his knuckle. You arched your back. "Oh god," You whined as he kept a steady pace with his digits. He made sure not to be too rough either, wanting that to be saved for later. Your whines were already making him go crazy as he thought about pummeling you with his cock.

He could only let his mind race as he continued, making a come hither motion, lightly scraping the inside of your walls that were tightening around his fingers. "I can't wait to feel your pussy spread around me; I already know it's gonna grip onto my cock for dear life," He rasped, keeping his voice low. "Fuck me," You breathed, his fingers slowing. "What was that?" He chuckled. You swallowed, hearing his laugh. "Fuck me." You almost demanded as he pulled his fingers out. "Yeah? You want me to fuck this pretty pussy?" He cocked his head, almost as if it was a taunt. "Please," Your breathing was shallow as you begged. You couldn't see his expression, but you could only guess it was that smug smirk. The one that you saw in the courtroom that made your mind do backflips thinking about him.

You felt his body pressed against yours, his lips gently touching your neck as he kissed up, getting closer to your ear. "Get on your knees," His whisper was low and rasped. You turned yourself over, moving towards the middle of his bed. You heard the soft noise of his boxers dropping to the ground. You felt your stomach tighten as you arched your back. Waiting to feel him inside of you. You didn't get too wrapped up in your thoughts before feeling a smack on your ass. The sting made you whimper. You shut your eyes, feeling his thick head rub against your slit. Your hips shifted, almost as if you were trying to shove him inside of you. "You want it that bad?" He taunted. "Please, Jaebeom," You pleaded. "Mm, it's so much fun seeing you squirm, waiting for me to start," He tsked, still feeling your soaking wet cunt. "I want it so bad," You begged.

"Yeah?" He let out a borderline dark chuckle. You couldn't even respond as you felt his head begin to bury itself inside. You moaned out as he grunted. Feeling your walls spread for him. "God, it's so tight," He groaned as he felt your cunt gripping him as he pushed in. Your eyes rolled back as you balled the ends of his comforter in your hands. "s-so big," You stuttered, the hint of pain making you whimper. It had been a while since you'd had sex, but even so, Jaebeom was unlike any other. His thick, large cock was stuffing you so much that you didn't think you could take all of him. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you into him. "You're taking me so well," His soft voice contradicted the sudden jackhammering of his hips. "You feel so fucking good," You whined.

He kept a frenzied tempo that left you on edge, not knowing what the next thrust of his cock would feel like. "F-fuck me," You whined, loving the feeling of him plowing you. You bit your lip, trying to gain control of your breathing again as he became more consistent with his brutal pace. "Jaebeom," You cried out; you weren't expecting yourself to be so close already. "Yeah, baby?" He questioned, pumping his cock in and out of you with no rest. The sounds of the mattress squeaking and skin slapping together filled the room. Your cunt was fluttering around his cock, making his length twitch. "Fuck," He grunted as he thrust in and out, going back to the frenzied pace he had earlier.

He was close, just like you were. "I'm gonna cum," You whimpered, your knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping his sheets. Your muscles tensed as you started to see stars. "Fuck!" You sobbed out through your orgasm. The feeling of him filling you made your walls clench as he thrust in and out slowly, panting as he milked every last drop inside of you. You shuddered as your body dropped to hit the plush mattress. "That was so good," You panted softly. "You alright?" His voice softened from the dominant growls before. "mm," You hummed in agreement. "Stay the night," He spoke softly. "Okay," You quickly agreed. You didn't want to tell him, but you were already getting ready to fall asleep.

You groaned as your eyes opened to the blinding sun coming through the window. You rubbed your eyes as you sat up, processing where you were. "Oh fuck," You grumbled, holding your head from the migraine that was crawling through your head. The sudden pounding made you get up. Even if it was weird, you were going to dig through his medicine cabinet no matter what. You looked over at the nightstand as you stood up and stopped. You picked up the folded piece of paper as your brows furrowed.

Hey! Sorry I had to leave for work, but I didn't want to wake you up. Here's some ibuprofen for the hangover you may have. You can leave whenever, and I'll lock the door remotely; just text me.

You smiled to yourself, placed the note down, and took what you needed to with the water he left for you. The glass was still cool to the touch. You must've just missed him. You walked to the bathroom, fixing yourself enough that you could walk out of his place and not be too much of a spectacle. You looked at the shirt you were wearing, seeing it was his. You smiled to yourself, then walked to his room, looking for your clothes as you dressed yourself. You looked in the mirror, staring at the dress that was hugging your body. "Yikes," you mumbled; it was a cute dress, but you definitely not to walk around Seoul at nine-thirty in the morning type of dress. You picked up the shirt he must've helped you put on last night, tying the back and nodding to yourself in the mirror. You grabbed your belongings and texted Jaebeom.

Y/N: Hey! I'm leaving now. I left with that shirt, but I'll return it to you soon! Thank you for last night and all the stuff you left for me :)

You sent the message and smiled as you walked down his stairs and to the subway.

Attn. Jaebeom: Yeah, it's no problem! Thank you for joining me and giving a lawyer a chance ;)

Your brows furrowed more than earlier. How did he know you swore off lawyers and attorneys? You tried to replay last night in your head but couldn't think of when you could've said that. It wasn't in the bar, and right after he fucked your brains out, you went straight to bed. You didn't want to ask but couldn't help yourself. It would be clarification. That's what you were telling yourself.

Y/N:… What do you mean?

Attn. Jaebeom: Well, we were talking before we went to bed, and you said, "You swore off anyone like me, but I was too hot to pass over."

Attn. Jaebeom: So thank you for thinking I'm hot and giving me a chance at least

Your face went pale as you suddenly remembered that conversation. You honestly couldn't believe yourself for saying something like that to him. It was an internal saying you had… and a saying with friends. You clicked on your messages, scrolling through until you found Gyuri's contact.

Y/N: s.o.s… I might have fucked up

Her response was almost instant.

Gyuri: How so?

Y/N: So you know how I always say attorneys and lawyers are sworn off after Jinyoung?

Y/N: Well, I met this attorney; he is very, very hot, so I couldn't resist. Apparently, last night, after sleeping with him, I told him how I swore off attorneys.

Gyuri: girl-

Gyuri: I mean, how good was he? And also... how hot is he?

You quickly sent a link to his website that you found.

Gyuri: OH

Gyuri: Yeah, I wouldn't resist either, but I honestly think if you just apologize or quickly explain Jinyoung, he would understand.

Y/N: Thank you :,)

Y/N: I have been embarrassed this entire subway ride. I mean, obviously, nobody knows, but it still.

You quietly exhaled after getting Gyuri's comfort. You got off at your stop and walked to your apartment, going over the words you wanted to say as you unlocked your door.

Y/N: I'm so embarrassed that I said that. It's nothing personal or anything to do with working in the courthouse together. I just had a bad experience with an attorney not too long ago, so I just swore them off entirely, which sounds a little stupid, but it doesn't matter anymore.

Attn. Jaebeom: Not stupid at all. I thought it was a little funny to hear.

Jaebeom still texted you, keeping your embarrassment so low that you didn't even acknowledge it anymore. Playing it cool was hard on your part. Something about him just kept drawing you in. Maybe it was that soft voice he had when he called you? Or his confident aura you saw in the courtrooms? You couldn't place it, but it didn't matter; you just knew you wanted him any way that you could have him. You watched him walk into the courtroom as you realized it was your first case with him since you’ve slept together.

You smiled to yourself as he looked over, keeping your hand close to your body as you waved at him. He didn’t really acknowledge you, nothing more than a half smile in your direction. The blow to your ego was rough. You bit the inside of your cheek and started to get set up. You heard the other lawyer come in. A sudden rage boiling through your blood. Even though you hoped and prayed that you would never have to be involved with Jinyoung’s cases again there he was. Sitting down in that chair looking all smug. Even his face pissed you off, he didn’t even have to mutter a word for you to feel the anger that was still inside of you.

You took a deep breath, clearing your mind of the ego blow from Jaebeom and the presence of your ex. You looked at the case file and it seemed quick and easy. Just one day, a few hours even, with them. You swallowed as Judge Tuan walked in. The case was presented fast and was straight forward. Your mind racing made everything go by much faster than you could comprehend. You shut your laptop quickly, standing up and walking over to Judge Tuan. “I just have to finish up a few more corrections but I’ll give you the transcript of this case tomorrow morning,” You smiled up at him. He nodded in response. “Take your time, I’m not overly worried about your work,” He smiled down at you as you put your bag over your shoulder.

You turned and watched as Jinyoung and Jaebeom walked out together. ‘Weird’, was the only thought that could gather in your mind. You walked into the hallway. “Jaebeom,” You softly called out. He was still speaking with Jinyoung, not even a turn in your direction. Unlike Jinyoung who turned to look at you with a smug smirk. You swallowed harshly as you caught up with them. “Can we talk?” You looked at Jaebeom. “I’m busy,” He cut himself short with you. “What the fuck is going on?” You blurted out. “You got played,” Jinyoung leaned in front of Jaebeom so you could see him. You felt the color leaving your face. “What?” You rubbed your temples in confusion. “I agreed with Jinyoung that I would take you out, see how you actually felt about him,” Jaebeom looked at you, his face tight and not softening like it did when you went out with him.

“What the actual fuck? Why would you do that? How could that even be a thought in a normal person's brain?!” You rambled every question you could think of. Anger couldn’t even begin to describe how you felt. Jaebeom shook his head at you, starting to walk off to somewhere else as if it was important. Jinyoung was still stifling laughter as you glared at him. “Fuck you Jinyoung, that’s how I feel. You’re a piece of shit that doesn’t know how to be human. Everything with you was right or wrong there were no opinions allowed in any of our conversations, unless they were your opinions. I genuinely hate you, how you always talked down to me as if I didn’t matter or that I wasn’t as great as you because I didn’t go to law school. That’s how I feel about you, no need for you to bring someone else into our mess. You could’ve manned up and come to me about it.” You spat and walked away quickly, not giving them the satisfaction of looking at them one last time.

You'd fallen asleep scrolling through your phone again and you wake up in a disarray. The kind of sleep that leaves you feeling like you've stumbled into another universe. The discombobulation was definitely felt because you could have sworn that you had decided to take your snooze on the couch, but here you were in your bed — emerald green sheets strewn around your body. You groan slightly because you definitely hadn't meant to sleep the night away, you'd told yourself just a quick nap so you could wake up when your lover had gotten home. Selfishly you wished that you could have spent the whole day pampering him on his birthday but alas his promotional schedules had him tied up the entire day. You haven't opened your eyes yet so you blindly reach around for your phone, half expecting it to be dead since you'd passed out with no recollection. Instead of being faced with the no battery sign you're actually blinded by your lockscreen: a picture of you and Jae from behind at a secluded beach. This was taken by your friend the first time you'd met. She just knew you two would hit it off so in her mischevious and scheming way she set the two of you up. You remember the day so clearly.

Once your eyes adjust to the brightness you notice that your phone was actually charging the whole time. You were starting to fully wake up and your ears perk up at the soft beats of Killshot by Magdalena Bay coming from your living room. A slight smile creeps onto your face because this probably means your favorite person is home. Which also leads you to believe that he moved you to the room and also plugged your phone in for you. Even on his special day, he was still thinking about your comfort. You check the time and there was still a couple hours before midnight. Wrapping yourself in a the duvet, you shuffle out of your bedroom.

There's only one light on but it's enough to cast a small beam of amber around him. Quietly tiptoeing towards him, you notice that his shoulders are a bit slumped. You try to suppress a chuckle because he's probably trying to fight sleep just like you were not too long ago. Before you wrap him in the blanket you notice that he has some tabs open about copyright law open. You make a mental note to ask him about it later. You open up the duvet and envelope him in hug from behind.

Pressing a small kiss to his temple you greet him softly,

"Happy Birthday Jae."

He leans into your kiss and you get a deep whiff of his cologne. It's the perfect mix of warmth and musk. He removes your arms from around him and with the most ease pulls you into his lap, your back softly tucked into his chest. He nuzzles his face delicately into the space between your neck and shoulder. He's admitted many times how this is his favorite place to be, tied with being on stage with his members and fans. You swear there's probably a Jaebom shaped divot in your shoulder, but you don't care. Who were you to deny a beautiful man like him a place on your shoulder?

"Mmm, thank you baby. Missed you all day," he says into your neck. You giggle at the sensation and take his hands to clasp them with yours. He locks his arms around you and continues to leave little pecks in the same spot he'd been talking into. You whip out your phone with one hand and start scrolling.

"What are you looking for?" He preens over trying to look at your phone. You shush him and move away so he isn't able to see you ordering his favorite stew from the mom and pop restaurant a few miles away from your home. Distracting him, you cock your head towards his laptop.

"Thinking about a mid-life career change Mr. Lim?" He pinches your side softly and a giggle comes from you. He tells you that he's looking into how he can help his group get their name back. Your heart swells. This is the second time today he's shown just how deep his care for his people are. This is one of the things that made you fall in love with him in the first place. He continues to go on about how he's setting meetings with the rest of the guys and speaking with other people in the industry. And you listen intently. The both of you are so wrapped into this conversation that the knock on your door startles the both of you. You jump so much that you almost tip out of his lap, but of course Jae's there to catch you. He helps you up so that he can answer the door and you slide to the kitchen to start setting up for a late night dinner.

He comes back in with the biggest smile on his face, food in tow.

"I love you so much," he declares as he sets the food down on the counter. You smile and give him a soft peck. He holds you in place for a bit, all the love he has for you beaming in his eyes. The outer corners of them crinkled with adoration.

His hand moved to caress the side of her face and she leaned into the warmth of it.

“No, not you, baby. Never you.”

Such soft words helped calm her down, despite the fact that she’d known that she wasn’t the intended target of the words. He’d been on the phone for almost an hour trying to work out some deal with a producer and things were at a stalemate. They both seemed to want the same things, but the other guy was being very anal about how to proceed and taking the ‘my way or the highway’ approach to things. Which was something Jaebeom was used to, but in this case he was putting his foot down so that no time was wasted doing things in such a convoluted fashion. Though with all the back and forth it was clear that time and energy would be wasted either way.

“I’m guessing this won’t be resolved before we leave?” she asked.

A loud sigh pushed past his lips and the anger filtered back in. Along with what appeared to be exhaustion. He shook his head.

YN set her book onto the end table and scooted over a little, patting the space beside her on the love seat. Like the million other times she’s done it, Jaebeom got onto the couch and placed his head on her lap. Her fingers slid into his hair with that same kind of ease, softly massaging his scalp.

“Do you want to cancel it?”

A response of no came in the form of a head shake.

“Push it back?”

Head shake.

“Shorten it?”

And another head shake.

None of those were the answers that she wanted to go with, but first and foremost she knew how much work meant to Jaebeom and wanted to be accommodating of that, especially when things were picking up in his solo career. Plus, despite all the work and fight he’d used to ensure that his group was able to keep their music and name, he wasn’t really that person in general. It was hard on him to always have to stand his ground and more so with him entering spaces where being an idol meant people thought they could take advantage of him in little ways or that he would just be agreeable.

Which is why YN was often one of the people in his corner who had to remind him his voice mattered and that if he saw something worth pushing for then he should do it without worry of the blowback.

“Ok, I have another idea. One I’m not sure you’ll like.”

He hums.

“You send him an email with all your points and what you don’t agree with about his. Then end it by telling him you’re going to be out of reach for a week. Then you can leave that phone here and come back to d…”

“Yes.”

She raised a brow, surprised he didn’t even let her finish and that he agreed without any questions. Which further proved how out of sorts the whole thing had him.

“That easy?”

“Mhm.”

Laughter escaped her and she leaned down, pressing a kiss to his head.

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