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you are no stranger to waking up early due to your boyfriend — him being an early bird has made you question how much you really love him as a night owl.
its rare that you arent woken up to his singing, shenanigans, or just him rushing out the door to get to dance practice. saying goodbye with a rushed kiss before stumbling out the door, tripping over his own dirty shoelaces.
today was different. jiung had other plans for you instead of the same old routine. it was something that had been running rent free in his mind for a while, and today he knew he had to act on it.
with a sigh, jiung crawled to the foot of the bed, moving your legs so he could push them apart. he felt selfish. he knew you would be okay with it, as you had discussed it with him in the past but it still felt slightly wrong.
though, he truly couldn't help it, it was 6 am, and he had horrible morning wood. you looked irresistible with the way your head was rested against your silky pink pillow, drool dribbling down the corners of your mouth.
the lacey sleep gown you wore was barely covering what it was intended to and didnt leave much for imagination. he wanted you, and he wanted you now.
settling between your thighs, jiung peeled your panties off you. the contact of jiungs hand near your thighs even made you twitch in your sleep. unconsciously aware of your surrondings, a hand squeezed jiungs arm, and you mumbled something incoherent under your breath.
“shhh, gorgeous, i know, i know.”
with that, jiungs mouth closed over your clit. as if he was trying to tease you, he pulled back to admire you. drinking in the sight of your puffy clit, he tipped his head upwards to get a view of your face. which, a moment ago was relaxed and content was now a bit more perplexed and distressed.
jiung chuckled to himself silently before leaning back in to your mound to lick a fat stripe up your slit. he swirled his tongue around your clit. all that was on his mind was you. he couldn’t think about anything else other than your pussy and what could possibly be going on in that pretty mind right now.
you shifted, head turning in your pillow and hips wiggling beneath his tongue. as jiung made out with your cunt, whimpers and whines left your plush, morning lips. your hand gripped his arm harder as he lapped up all the juices your pussy had to offer him.
you began to stir under his hands pressing your thighs to the mattress, back arching as you let out a soft moan. your eyes fluttered open to see jiung gripping your thighs to keep you spread open before him while his lips worked at your heated core. the morning sun hit your face through the curtains and you blinked trying to adjust to the sudden light.
"jiung?" you breathed, your voice a sleep heavy whisper.
he didn't answer with words, instead he buried his face deeper into you, his tongue flickering rapidly against you. the cool air on your skin contrasted with the slick heat of his tongue made your toes curl. you felt a pulsing ache building in your lower belly, a tight coil of tension that tightened with every lap of his tongue.
your hands moved from his arm to grip his hair, your knuckles whitened, and your fingers clawing at his scalp. jiung began to tease you, swirling around the edges of your heat before returning to the center with a deep, demanding suction that made your toes curl and your breath come in jagged, sobbing gasps.
jiung gave one final, powerful suck on your clit, sending a violent jolt of pleasure crashing through you.
your body spasmed, your hips bucking wildly against him as the orgasm ripped through you in wave after wave of blinding white heat. you cried out his name, your voice echoing in the quiet room, as you collapsed back into the pillows, trembling and completely undone.
jiung didn't pull away immediately, just smiled into your spent, gushing, cunt for a few moments. when he finally climbed up the bed to press his aching cock against you, you knew you never wanted to wake up any other way.
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SYNOPSiS how do you tell your boyfriend that you’re pregnant while he’s at the peak of his career?
content!!!! unplanned pregnancy, guitarist!jiung, yunjin from lsfm mention, throwing up, nausea, idk pregnancy symptoms?, no actual smut, its lowkey late so this is messy and not proof read sorry🥲
Jiung became a dad on accident.
One risky night with you a few years after graduation when you both ran into each other. You hadn’t seen him in years, not since he walked across the stage and ended your relationship right before throwing his cap in the air with his friends.
You didn’t mean to sleep with him. It was all in the heat of the moment, he looked too good and you were too desperate for someone who knew your body as well as he did.
Now, you bit your lip anxiously, watching as Jiung started taking his guitar out before a gig with his band.
Yes, a band. Consisting of Intak (the dummer), Keeho (the singer), Theo (on bass), and of course, Jiung on guitar. They formed in school, playing small venues to gain attention. Now, here they were, five years into their careers, opening for some group you couldn’t even remember.
He gave you a swift kiss on your lips, strumming the guitar to make sure it was in tune before he starts talking. “You got your earbuds, baby?”
You nodded, turning your head to show him. “Already in,” a smile was on your face in an instant.
He returns your smile, rubbing your shoulder in the most innocent way he could muster. “Next time we’re here, I’ll be headlining, okay? And when I headline, I’m bringing you out on stage with us.”
Jiung was sweet. After you reconnected, he dedicated all his attention towards you — even if it meant skipping a few practices to sit with you while you were sick. All you could do is nod, watching him walk out on stage with hundreds of people cheering for him and the other boys.
You tried to fight the feeling of nausea climbing up your throat. It wasn’t the first time tonight or even this week. It was a common thing as of recently, along with sudden fatigue that made you want to die. You swallowed hard, pressing your lips together as you took a random seat you saw backstage. The bass from the speakers vibrated through your chest. Usually, this would be something you loved, but tonight it only brought you sickness.
“Not now,” you muttered under your breath. You hadn’t even touched your drink. Just the smell alone had been enough to make you vomit earlier. Jiung knew of your sudden condition, often opting to stay to take care of you, but now he was in stage, completely different than how he was when it was just you.
You looked at him from the many screens sprawled out in front of you. Sweet Jiung, playing his heart out mixing with whatever Keeho was singing. Your chest softened at the sight of him.
Another wave hit, much stronger this time. You inhaled slowly through your nose, willing it to pass. Maybe it was just the crowd, or even the heat. You hadn’t eaten much today either, just a piece of toast that you barely wanted.
But even then, this had been happening a lot lately.
Your hand drifted subconsciously to your stomach, pressing lightly as if that would make sense. Instead, it only made you more aware of how strange your body had been feeling. You were tired all the time, with random cravings and random nausea. And when was your last period?
You squeezed your eyes shut for a second.
“Get it together,” you whispered to yourself, dropping your hand quickly like everything had meant nothing.
Yunjin was watching the whole thing from your side. She was their manager, but most importantly Theo’s cousin who went to the same school as all of you. She knew you, and she knew there had to be a reason as to why you were so pale.
“Are you okay?” She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, lip in a pout while she waited for a response. Her hair was freshly bleached to be a blonde color you thought must only belong to angels.
You nod, trying your hardest to plaster a smile on your head, “one hundred percent.” But she knew your tells and she had been watching the past few minutes.
That’s how you ended up in the bathroom, hunched over the toilet while she held your hair and rubbing circles around your back.
Yunjin didn’t say anything at first. She just kept her hand steady against your back. When you finally pulled back, wiping your mouth with shaky hands, she reached over and flushed for you.
“You’re not okay,” she said quietly, like it was a fact you both were too scared to admit.
“You’re wrong,” you tried to counter. Your voice was hoarse, “I just ate something bad—“
She gave you look, a look that showed she didn’t believe you. She knew there was something you were lying to her about. But instead of saying something, she grabbed a wipe from her bag and handed it to you. You pressed it against your lips, avoiding her eyes.
Yunjin leaned back against the stall, arms crossing across her chest. “When was your last period?”
Everything felt like it was in slow motion after that, your eyes widening while you turned towards her quickly. Your hand froze, shaking slightly at what she’s suggesting.
You swallowed the saliva that started to build up, “I’ve been stressed.”
She tilted her head, “I’m serious, how long?”
You tried to think, really! But the more you tried to think, the more the days blurred into weeks. “I don’t know,” you admitted, quieter than before.
The silence felt deafening, like you had stepped through a portal into a different world where noise was illegal.
“You’re nauseous,” she held her fingers up, “haven’t eaten, missed your period.”
“I didn’t say I missed it,” you snapped, meaner than you meant.
But she stayed stoic, “I read between the lines.”
For a second, neither of you spoke. You stared at the ceiling instead. Wet eyes, pale skin, the taste of last nights dinner still on your tongue. You allowed your hand to drift again, this time without second guessing. It rested over your stomach.
“Hey,” Yunjin reached for your other hand, “we don’t know anything yet.” But you knew what she meant. There was no way it wasn’t true, you were definitely pregnant and it definitely was with Jiung’s baby.
You could feel tears crowing right beneath your tear ducts, but instead you focused on something else. “He can’t know.”
Yunjin blinked at you like you said something you weren’t supposed to, “but he’s the—”
“He can’t know,” you repeated, more firmly this time, even as your voice trembled. “Not right now. Everything’s finally happening for him and I’m not—” You cut yourself off, breath hitching. You were close to breaking down, of course this had to happen to you out of all people.
Yunjin watched you carefully, no words coming from her lips, but you could tell she would listen to you. A quiet agreement, something that settled with both of you in more ways than one.
But the universe was against you, a knock hit the bathroom door. The person knocked hard, voice shaky while he called. “Yunjin, we’re about to go into the next set, have you seen my girl?”
Of course it was Jiung.
Yunjin glanced at the door, then back at you. “Don’t say anything,” you mouthed quickly, panic flashing across your face.
She hesitated for half a second.
“One second!” she called back, like she hadn’t just made you realize something career threatening.
Your heart was beating so loud you were sure he could hear it through the door.
You watched as Yunjin stood, walking towards the door and opening it slowly to peak her head out at the boy.
“…Is she in there?” Jiung asked, softer now.
Yunjin looked at you again like she was weighing something. The angel and devil on her shoulder making her contemplate what she should do next.
“Yeah,” she said, hand on the handle to keep him out. “She’s just not feeling great.”
“…Can I come in?”
You shook your head hard, almost pleading.
Yunjin exhaled quietly, then put her body between him and the door more firmly. “Give her a minute, Jiung.”
“…Okay,” he said finally, reluctant. “Tell her I’ll come find her after this set.” His footsteps lingered for a second, then faded quick as he made his way back to stage.
“You can’t hide this forever,” she turned back towards you, shutting the door behind her.
You looked down at your hands. “I just need to know first.”
You took the test at four in the morning with Jiung sleeping in the room that was attached to the bathroom. Seconds felt like hours, hours felt like days. All until the white test that sat on the floor next to you started changing. The blank screen showing two parallel lines, indicting that you were pregnant with no signs of argument. You hurried to fish the box out of the trash, reading over the back of it quickly to see if there was any margin of error. 99% accurate, you had to be the 1%, right?
But when you took the second one, it stayed the same. This time, a plus sign instead of the lines. Another test claiming to be 99% accurate. And when the third test had “pregnant” in big blinking letters, you knew it was true.
The tears fell out of your eyes: frustrations from earlier mixed in with the shock of now. How were you supposed to tell him? What were you supposed to do?
You and Jiung had been dating for almost a year after you got back together. Sure, you were both in your twenties, but were you even ready to be a parent? One tear turned into five, the rest following soon after. Small gasps that left you turned into sobs quick. You tried to cover your mouth, tried to keep yourself quiet so you didn’t wake him.
It didn’t work. Three soft knocks on the door and your name leaving his mouth was all it took for you to cry even harder. The door slowly opened, revealing a half-awake Jiung, wearing only his pajama pants (that were covered in teenage mutant ninja turtles) and hair pointing in every direction.
“You okay?” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes slightly to erase the sleep.
You couldn’t say anything. All you could do was sit and watch as he slowly realized what was lying all around you. Boxes, instructions, and 3 tests that were hard to miss. He dropped to his knees, picking up the first one he saw.
“Pregnant?” He whispered, eyes glued to the thing in his eyes.
You couldn’t breathe. Everything was crushing your chest to the point where you were sure you were going to die.
“You’re pregnant?” Tears gathered in his eyes while he looked at you, a dopey smile on his face while he took the time to let it sink in.
You nodded, you naturally copy his expression. You both were crying, out of shock or happiness, no one knows for sure. But what you knew was Jiung leapt forward and engulfed you in a hug, kissing your shoulder to the news.
And three years later, he proved himself. You had given birth to a baby girl named Sooha, officially married soon after, and most importantly, you were happy.
Jiung stepped up, taking care of you and the baby better than you could have ever imagined. Buying whatever you both were craving from Oreos to lobster. He spent time away from the group to prioritize your family and even going out of the way to letting everyone — including his, now large, fanbase that he was happy with you and your family.
Jiung sat at the table next to Sooha who just turned three years old. Both of them watching you bring the Lion King cake you had someone make custom for her. Keeho started singing Happy Birthday, clapping his hands together when everyone joined in.
In moments like this, you were happy. Happy that you were reunited, happy that you were able to live such a beautiful life with Jiung and his family (whether or not they were blood).
Jiung might have become a father by accident, but it might have been the best thing he’s ever done.
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nothin just thinkin about girl dad jiung who lets his daughter paint his nails and dress him up in tutus and tiaras. oh and the tea parties? he be real serious w them . he don’t play when it come to his baby giving him a cup of tea
"love doesn't have to feel like a strong wind in the middle of a storm. sometimes it feels like a soft cold breeze during a hot night."
you'd usually read this kind of quotes on books and think it was stupid. love so quiet sounded dull, had nothing interesting to offer and would never be enough.
that was until you met jiung, and ever since then, you stopped caring about how love was supposed to feel like, because you didn't have to care, you just had to feel.
and feeling it was easy.
it was waking up and realising that it wasn't hard to love you, it wasn't hard to stay. because jiung did.
you realised that love didn't need to make your heart race all the time, sometimes it should simply slow you down, teaching you how to breathe again and rest without guilt, how to trust that something gentle could still be strong.
he still gave you butterflies, of course, he remembered every single detail about you, he gave you flowers, he wrote letters for you and held your hand. but you never had to ask for any of that.
for sure there were up and downs, but you'd never go to sleep mad at each other, not because you couldn't, but because you wouldn't close your eyes knowing the other would lie awake. you wouldn't let the night carry something you both could solve together and then lay at peace.
he got into your life naturally. and nothing in you had to move to make room for him.
you didn't have to become quieter, louder, or less yourself. your life didn't change to fit love, it stayed exactly as it was. the same routines, the same dreams, the same habits, the same friends, the same goals.
the difference is that now, everything felt lighter. you felt loved, beautiful, and very, very happy.
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He's about to apologise when his cold hands make you shiver even through the thick fabric of your - his, really - hoodie, but you shush him gently and lean your head against his, gripping onto the side of his own hoodie with one hand, bringing the other to the back of his head to stroke his hair. He doesn't cry, just stands there caught in the in between of shaky breaths and stinging eyes, but it's like his body's too tired, so in the end, he just sags against you in silent acceptance.
"Hey, bunny?" you whisper after a while, not letting up on the head pats or moving to get away in any way. He hums, nuzzling closer, making you chuckle again. It sounds fond in a way only you manage. Only you can laugh and still make him feel safe in the knowledge that it's not at him. It's nice.
"Our teas are done steeping soon, lets go before they turn bitter, yeah?"
He makes no move to let go of you, only snuggling closer. "Don't care. Got sugar in the cupboard," he sulks. It earns him a sweet laugh and a pat to his butt, making him smile against you.
He holds back a giggle when you start walking the both of you backwards into the kitchen, singsonging a nonsensical I've got a silly bunny, so lovely, so silly in between breathy little laughs when he whines playfully where he stays buried in the crook of your neck the best he can with the movement working against him.
He loses the battle when you pat his butt again for an impromptu drum solo to your performance. It makes him giggle so much he ends up making you both shake when they turn into full on laughs at the absolutely silly situation he finds himself in after the long, stupidly draining day he's had.
You laugh with him, singsonging more nonsense as you turn your gangle of limbs, gently trapping him against the counter while your arms reach behind him to take out the bags of tea from your cups, not once letting him stray from your warmth.
_💌 a/n
I haven't written in ages, but after stumbling across @jiuchip's works and thus reading more again, I sat my butt down and started a little project for myself. The idea is a collection of shorter one shots of in between moments between Jiung and his person. This is a snippet of one of them.💌
What seems to be my writing curse is that I have a very unmedicated, very neurodivergent brain with hyperfixations wired like a pinball machine - thus rarely staying in one place long enough to finish any of the 8264936 different projects I optimistically start, lmao. This usually leads to me being scared to share anything in fear of promising something and not following through, which then means that writing becomes very lonely and demotivating, but I've decided it's a new season of my little life and I'm gonna push through, post little snippets of what I do write and hope someone might enjoy reading them.
