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synopsis: senior year isn’t magical for y/n—stuck between school, diner shifts, and her stepsisters’ teasing, she feels invisible to everyone except the anonymous boy she messages every night. at school, jake is the popular golden boy hiding behind expectations, only truly himself with the girl who signs off at 11:59. when they agree to meet at the winter formal, one perfect dance feels like fate—until y/n disappears before midnight, leaving jake searching for the girl who’s been right in front of him all along.
genre: romcom, fluff, angst
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inspired by ‘a cinderella story’ (we cheered)
no plagiarizing pls | hate = blocked
reblog 4 a kiss ! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
contains: based in the 2000s, mild suggestive scenes (kissing, making out, skinship), cursing, adult jokes, jake is a YEARNER, reader has a bitchy stepmom + snarky stepsisters, sunoo as readers bff, basically all of enha mentioned (duh), mutual pining, angst, reader IS DOWNBAD for jake, highschool setting, mentions of character death, RAIN CONFESSIONS, happy ending !!
pt. 1 wc: 9.4k
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𐬽 . ♡︎
You used to think your life was perfect.
Back then, it was just you and your dad.
He was a widower long before you were old enough to understand what that meant.
All you knew was that he wore his wedding ring on a chain around his neck and that he smiled at you like you were the only good thing left in the world.
He owned a diner—not fancy, not trendy, just warm.
The kind of place where the booths were cracked red leather and the bell above the door rang too loudly.
Business was booming. People loved him. They loved you too, mostly because you were always perched on a stool behind the counter, swinging your legs while he flipped pancakes like it was an Olympic sport.
He was your best friend.
Though you were never introduced to what younger girls liked then, you were still thriving and happy with what your dad could give.
He'd look at you like you hung the stars.
He’d wink at you and say, “One day, this place will be yours.”
And you believed him.
On your 8th birthday, everyone celebrated at your dad's diner, and you had a big cake in front of you.
"What's your wish, sugar?" Your dad asked as he lit the candles for your cake.
You didn't know what to wish for.
You were happy with everything that was in your life thus far.
But, the universe thought you could use one more person in your life.
So, Jiwon stepped into the picture.
She wore perfume that smelled expensive and smiled like she was practicing for something. At first, you thought she was nice. She brought you macarons and called you “sweetheart” in a voice that felt rehearsed.
But she didn’t like you.
She never did.
You noticed the way her jaw tightened when your dad laughed too hard at something you said. The way her hand lingered on his arm when customers complimented you instead of her.
She married him within months.
And with her came Haneul and Hera—identical twins with matching lip gloss and matching superiority complexes. They looked at you like you were gum stuck to the bottom of their designer sneakers.
Still—you tried.
You told yourself your dad deserved to be happy.
You told yourself you could handle it.
Until… the night of the fire.
The diner had burned faster than anyone expected. Electrical issue, they said. An accident.
Your dad ushered everyone out quickly, as firefighters fought to cool down the fire.
You were terrified—the diner your dad has always dreamed of building—was crumpling to the ground in front of you.
Your dad kneeled down to your small figure, and gave you a comforting hug.
"It's gonna be okay, sugar." He assures, "We'll fix this."
Then, a shriek came from inside the burning building.
"AGHHHH! Help me!" The voice screamed.
You knew that voice from anywhere—it was Jiwon.
Your dad snapped his head towards the shrill of her voice, and looked back at you with frightened eyes. "I have to go help her."
You cling to your dad, fisting his shirt. "No! Don't go, appa.."
He sighed, tucking a hair behind your ear. "Don't worry, I promise you I'll come back."
He hugged you again, one last time—
Then your dad went back inside, for her.
He saved Jiwon. She came out, terrified; Covered in ash and soot, clutching onto firefighters.
But he didn’t make it out.
You were grieving—you'd lost the only person who truly cared about you. You’d discovered that your father never actually wrote a will, so after that, the diner legally became Jiwon's.
And to her misfortune, so did you.
You don’t remember when exactly it shifted—when “helping out” became obligation.
Jiwon had stopped pretending. You became the one opening the diner at dawn. The one closing at midnight.
The one scrubbing grease from floors while Haneul and Hera got to enjoy their youth.
“You should be grateful,” Jiwon would say. “that I’m letting you stay here.”
Letting you stay. In your own damn house.
You balanced school and twelve-hour shifts like a circus act. Homework done behind the register. Studying during slow hours. Falling asleep with textbooks stuck to your cheek.
But you had a plan—Columbia University.
It was your dad's dream that you'd get in there.
You whispered that school like a spell. Like if you said it enough, it would pull you out of this house and into a life that belonged to you.
So, you made a promise to yourself—you would endure.
You would push through.
You would leave.
𐬽 . ♡︎
Riiing, riiing!
“Y/N!”
The voice slices through your dream.
You jolt upright, disoriented. Your cheek peels off a stack of wrinkled papers. You’re still at your desk. The old digital clock beside your bed glows 6:42 a.m. in green numbers.
Your neck aches. There’s an imprint of graph lines faintly pressed into your skin.
“Y/N!” Jiwon’s voice crackles through the house intercom system—a relic from the ‘90s she refuses to remove because she likes summoning people without moving.
“Get your ass up and make me my breakfast!”
You groan, rubbing your eyes.
Your bedroom still feels like the only space untouched by her. Posters of early 2000s pop stars taped slightly crooked.
A stack of standardized test prep books threatening to topple over. A corkboard with ‘Columbia University’ printed in bold at the center.
You stand slowly, joints stiff.
Downstairs, the house smells like cut grass and expensive perfume.
You move on autopilot.
Chop romaine. Toss it in a chilled bowl. Add shaved parmesan. Drizzle dressing in careful spirals. Caesar salad—because Jiwon insists carbs before noon are “uncivilized.”
You plate it precisely; Just how she liked it.
Outside, the morning sun is already harsh.
Jiwon sits beneath a large patio umbrella, oversized sunglasses covering half her face. She’s wearing a crisp white outfit that somehow never wrinkles.
In front of her, Haneul and Hera stand on the tennis court Jiwon had installed last year “for networking purposes.”
Their instructor, a patient man in his mid-thirties, feeds them balls with diminishing enthusiasm.
“Just return it gently,” he says.
Haneul swings—then misses entirely.
The ball bounces twice and rolls past her.
Hera snickers. “Maybe try using your eyes this time.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Haneul snaps, tossing another ball up dramatically.
She swings again. This time she connects. Unfortunately, the ball rockets directly into Hera’s face.
Thwack.
Hera freezes for half a second before shrieking. “Oh my God—? You hit me!”
“You moved!”
“I was standing still!”
The instructor closes his eyes like he’s reconsidering his life choices.
You bite your lip to keep from laughing.
Jiwon doesn’t look up until you clear your throat and hold out the bowl. “Finally,” she says coolly. “What the hell took so long?”
“Sorry,” you murmur.
She takes a delicate bite. “…At least you made it right.”
You nod faintly, clutching your backpack strap.
Her gaze shifts downward.
“And where,” she asks slowly, lowering her sunglasses just enough to peer at you, “do you think you’re going?”
“School..?” you reply carefully. “I have a math quiz first period.”
She lets out a short, humorless laugh.
“You should be at the diner. If you expect to afford college, you’ll need those paychecks.”
“I can go after school,” you try. “I just need to—”
“What is the point of going to school,” she interrupts sharply, “if you already have a job?”
The twins have stopped arguing and are now watching.
Heat creeps up your neck. “I need grades to get into university..”
“Uh—no, you need money,” Jiwon corrects.
Silence stretches thin.
Finally, you lower your gaze. “…I’ll go to the diner first.”
“Good,” she says, satisfied.
You turn toward the house—and immediately get blasted in the face by the automatic sprinkler system.
Cold water soaks through your hoodie in seconds. You gasp, stumbling forward as the rhythmic spray continues its merciless rotation.
Behind you, Haneul bursts into laughter.
You sprint toward the sprinkler system, trying to turn it off.
Then, Jiwon intervenes. “Y/N, no! Leave those sprinklers on, our grass looks too brown.”
“The grass is greener than green,” you reason. “HOA already told us we should conserve our water!”
“God, just leave it the hell on!” Jiwon snaps.
Giving up, you rush across the yard, dodging the next spray barely in time. Water drips from your hair into your eyes.
You shove the back door open and slip inside, slamming it shut behind you.
Silence.
You lean against the wood, breathing heavily.
Your clothes cling to you. Your backpack is damp. Your morning is already ruined.
You close your eyes.
'Just one more year of this,' you thought to yourself.
Then you'd be gone.
You’d disappear far from this life your father had left you with.
You straighten up, grab your keys from the hook, and head out the front door toward the diner that was supposed to be yours.
And you decide—no matter how long it takes—one day, it will be.
𐬽 . ♡︎
The morning air still held that early chill when you pulled into the gravel lot behind the diner. The sky was a dull gray-blue, the kind that meant the sun hadn’t fully decided to wake up yet. The neon OPEN sign in the front window buzzed faintly, flickering in a way that made the place look older than it already was.
Your dad’s diner.
The place you practically grew up in.
And lately, the place you couldn’t escape.
You barely let the engine die before you were grabbing your apron from the passenger seat. The fabric was wrinkled from being crumpled into a ball, smelling faintly like fryer oil and syrup no matter how many times you washed it.
You shoved the apron over your head while stepping out of the car, the cold air brushing your cheeks as you hurried toward the back door.
The back door creaked when you pushed it open, the familiar smell of coffee, grease, and maple syrup immediately filling your nose. The diner was already awake. Plates clinked. Someone laughed loudly from one of the booths. The low hum of an old jukebox played something soft and scratchy from the corner.
“Morning.”
You looked up to see Soobin leaning against the counter, a rag slung lazily over his shoulder.
His hair was still messy, like he’d rushed out of bed just as fast as you had.
He looked at you with that half-knowing smile he always had whenever you showed up way earlier than any normal high school student should be working.
“You look like you ran here,” he added.
You sighed, tying the apron strings around your waist. “Feels like it.”
He tilted his head slightly, studying you.
“Let me guess,” he said, dragging the rag across the counter in slow circles. “Jiwon forced you to come in today?”
You didn’t even try to hide the tired sigh that escaped your chest. “Yeah.”
Soobin clicked his tongue softly. “Figures.”
You shrugged like it didn’t bother you, even though the tight feeling in your chest said otherwise.
“She said the morning shift needed help,” you muttered. “Apparently the diner will collapse if I’m not here.”
Soobin snorted quietly.
“ ‘m pretty sure the diner survived a lot of stuff before you were old enough to reach the counter.”
You huffed out a small laugh, though it barely held any real amusement.
From the dining area, a customer waved their hand impatiently.
“Coffee!” they called.
Soobin raised an eyebrow. “Duty calls.”
You nodded and slipped past him, heading toward the EMPLOYEES ONLY door behind the kitchen.
The hallway back there was narrow, with faded linoleum floors and a flickering fluorescent light overhead. Lockers lined one side of the wall, dented and scratched from years of use. You had one too, even though half the time you didn’t bother putting anything in it.
You leaned against the wall for a moment, breathing out slowly.
School starts in an hour.
Yet, you were here—again.
It was funny, really.
How you were able to manage excessive amounts of work shifts while balancing your education on top of it.
You were smart, infuriatingly smart.
And maybe that's why Jiwon refused to let you reach your academic potential.
Then, a beeping sound from your cellphone pulled you from your thoughts.
You pulled your phone out.
The small screen glowed softly in the dim morning light.
1 New Message.
But it wasn’t a normal text notification.
It was from the messaging site you used with your pen pal.
Your thumb tapped the notification.
The chat opened immediately.
At the top of the screen was the username you’d come to recognize over the past few months.
soccerlverr1115.
You didn’t know his real name.
You didn’t know where exactly he lived.
But what you did know was that he went to your school.
You also knew small things he’d mentioned in passing—like how he liked soccer, how he stayed up way too late, and how he somehow always managed to text at the exact moments you needed a distraction.
A new message appeared.
soccerlverr1115:
hey
are u awake or is this way too early
You leaned against the side of one of the lockers, a small smile tugging at your lips as you typed back.
stargirl_0327:
im awake
unfortunately :P
The typing dots popped up almost immediately.
soccerlverr1115:
unfortunately ?
You glanced toward your untouched roller skates.
stargirl_0327:
ya
got work before school
A pause.
Then—
soccerlverr1115:
damn
that sounds terrible
You huffed quietly, leaning your head back against the locker.
stargirl_0327:
u have no idea
A few seconds passed before another message appeared.
soccerlverr1115:
do u at least get free pancakes
You stared at the screen for a second before typing.
stargirl_0327:
only when no one's looking lol
soccerlverr1115:
id say it's worth it then ;)
im definitely gonna be late again today
You snorted quietly.
stargirl_0327:
im always late
soccerlverr1115:
yeah ive noticed
You blinked.
Your fingers paused over the keyboard.
stargirl_0327:
noticed?
The typing dots appeared.
Then disappeared.
Then appeared again.
soccerlverr1115:
i mean like u always say ur late a lot
You smirked slightly.
Sure.
stargirl_0327:
right
Another message popped up.
soccerlverr1115:
what class do u have first today ?
stargirl_0327:
calculus
A few seconds passed.
soccerlverr1115:
lol good luck surviving that
You laughed quietly under your breath.
stargirl_0327:
i need more luck surviving my shift first TT
Your phone buzzed again.
soccerlverr1115:
try not to fall asleep in class stargirl
You rolled your eyes fondly.
stargirl_0327:
no promises
There was a pause.
Then one last message appeared.
soccerlverr1115:
see u at school :)
Your fingers hovered over the keypad for a second.
You still didn’t know what he looked like.
Or where he sat at lunch.
Or what classes he actually had.
But the idea that he could be somewhere in the same building as you every day made something in your chest feel weirdly warm.
You typed back.
stargirl_0327:
see you at school soccer boy
You slipped your phone back in your bag, and pulled out the pair of white roller skates sitting inside your locker.
They were part of the uniform. Jiwon's idea. It made the diner seem "fun."
You sat on the small bench and swapped your sneakers for the skates, tightening the laces quickly. The wheels clacked softly when they touched the floor.
You rolled your shoulders once.
Then stood.
When you pushed through the door back into the diner, the noise swallowed you immediately.
The diner looked exactly like it always did. Red vinyl booths. Chrome-edged tables. The long counter lined with spinning stools. The windows fogged faintly from the warmth inside.
It almost felt comforting.
Almost.
You grabbed a small notepad from the counter and skated toward the first table.
“Morning,” you said softly.
The couple sitting there smiled politely.
“Can we get two coffees and the pancake special?” the woman asked.
“Mhm, ‘f course.”
Your pen scribbled quickly across the page.
You dropped the order in the kitchen window before gliding toward another booth.
Coffee refills, wiping tables, taking orders.
The wheels of your skates rolled smoothly across the floor as you moved around the diner like you’d done a thousand times before.
Because you had.
Time blurred together the way it always did during morning rush.
Plates stacked.
Orders shouted.
The coffee machine hissed loudly.
You wiped down another table, pushing damp strands of hair away from your face.
A glance at the wall clock made your stomach twist.
School started soon.
You should already be on your way.
But instead—
“Why are you here?”
The voice made you look up.
Giselle stood near the counter with her hands on her hips.
She looked half-annoyed, half-concerned, her dark hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. Unlike most people in the diner, she didn’t look half asleep.
She looked like she’d already figured out exactly what was going on.
Your heart sank slightly.
“Working?” you said weakly.
Giselle’s eyes narrowed.
“Don’t play dumb with me.”
You looked down at the rag in your hands, wiping the same clean spot on the table again.
“School starts soon for you,” she added.
“I know.”
“Then why,” she continued slowly, “are you still in the diner?”
You hesitated.
Because the answer wasn’t complicated.
“Jiwon said I had to come in,” you muttered.
Giselle scoffed immediately. “Of course she did. Y/N, your dad wouldn’t want you skipping school for that bimbo.”
You opened your mouth to argue but didn’t have anything strong enough to say.
Because she wasn’t wrong.
Giselle crossed her arms, watching you carefully.
“You’re going to be late.”
You forced a small shrug.
“It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not.”
Her voice softened slightly, though the seriousness stayed.
“You’ve already missed too many mornings.”
You looked away toward the kitchen window where cooks were shouting orders back and forth.
“I’ll catch up.”
“That’s not the point, Y/N.”
You didn’t respond.
The rag in your hand twisted between your fingers.
The words hung between you.
You hated how right she sounded.
Your eyes drifted back to the clock. Thirty-five minutes.
Maybe you could still make it if you left now.
But the thought of Jiwon’s reaction made your chest tighten.
“I can’t just leave,” you said quietly.
Giselle’s eyebrows raised. “Why not?”
“Because Jiwon will lose her shit.”
The words came out more honest than you intended.
For a moment, Giselle just stared at you.
Then she shook her head.
“She doesn’t get to decide whether you go to school.”
“She kinda does,” you muttered.
“No,” Her voice was firm now. “She doesn’t.”
You didn’t argue again.
Because arguing meant admitting things you didn’t want to say out loud.
Giselle stepped closer, lowering her voice slightly.
“Listen to me.”
You finally looked up.
“You are not staying here all morning because Jiwon thinks you’re free labor.”
Your grip on the rag tightened. “It’s not like that.”
“Yes it is.”
You didn’t respond. Giselle sighed again, softer this time.
She reached out and flicked your forehead lightly. “You’re seventeen,” she said. “Your biggest problem right now should be math homework! Not diner shifts.”
A small laugh escaped you despite yourself. “I hate math.”
“I know.”
She smirked. “But at least it’s better than dealing with Jiwon.”
You couldn’t even argue with that.
Giselle nodded toward the door. “Go.”
You blinked. “…What?”
“Go to school.”
“I can’t just—”
“Yes, you can.”
You glanced around the diner nervously. “What if Jiwon finds out?”
Giselle rolled her eyes. “Tch, I’ll handle her! She doesn't have anything on me.”
“You don’t know how she gets, Giselle.”
“I know exactly how she gets.” She leaned against the counter casually. “And I still don’t care.”
Your heart beat a little faster. “You’ll get in trouble.”
Giselle shrugged. “She can't afford to fire me anyway.”
“That’s not reassuring.”
She grinned.“It should be.”
You hesitated. Your mind ran through every possible outcome, Jiwon yelling, calling you useless.
But Giselle’s voice cut through the noise. “You shouldn’t skip school,” she said softly.
Her expression wasn’t joking anymore. “Least of all for her.”
The words landed heavily.
Because she wasn’t just talking about today.
She meant every morning like this.
Every time you showed up when you should’ve been somewhere else.
Your chest felt tight.
“You deserve better than this,” Giselle added quietly.
You swallowed.
The diner noise hummed around you again.
The clock ticked. Thirty minutes now.
Giselle nudged your shoulder lightly.
“Go grab your bag.”
You hesitated one more second.
Then slowly—
You nodded.
“Okay.”
Her grin returned instantly. “Good.”
You started rolling toward the back hallway again.
“And hurry!” she called after you. “School waits for no one.”
You laughed softly under your breath.
For the first time that morning, the tight knot in your chest loosened a little.
𐬽 . ♡︎
The morning had brightened a little by the time you pulled onto Sunoo’s street.
Rows of nearly identical suburban houses stretched along the block, their lawns still damp from the early sprinklers. The sky had shifted from pale gray to a soft blue, sunlight finally starting to spill over rooftops.
Your car hummed quietly as you slowed in front of the Kim family house, tires crunching lightly over the curbside gravel.
Right on cue, you spotted Mr. Kim in the driveway.
He stood beside a shiny black car, carefully wiping the hood with a microfiber cloth like it was some kind of priceless artifact. The car practically reflected the entire neighborhood in its polished surface.
You leaned slightly out of the open window.
“Morning, Mr. Kim!”
He looked up immediately, his face breaking into a warm smile when he saw you.
“Well, good morning, Y/N.”
He straightened up, tossing the cloth over his shoulder as he walked a little closer to the curb.
“Sunoo will be out in a minute,” he said. “I was just about to call him.”
You nodded.
“Take your time. We’re only a little late.”
Mr. Kim laughed under his breath.
“Just a little?”
You gave him a guilty smile.
“Okay, maybe more than a little.”
He turned toward the house and cupped his hands around his mouth.
“SUNOO!”
His voice echoed across the quiet street.
“YOUR RIDE IS HERE!”
You leaned back against the driver’s seat, drumming your fingers against the steering wheel while you waited.
A few seconds passed.
Then the front door swung open dramatically.
And there he was.
Sunoo.
He stepped outside like he had absolutely nowhere urgent to be, one hand adjusting his jacket while the other ran through his hair. His expression was relaxed—far too relaxed for someone who was about to be late for school.
You scoffed quietly to yourself. “Unbelievable.”
Sunoo walked down the driveway with a lazy sort of confidence, like the entire morning existed purely for his convenience.
You couldn’t help chuckling under your breath.
“Look at him,” you muttered.
When he reached the driveway, Sunoo flashed you a bright smile.
“Hey, Y/Nniee!”
But before you could answer, he turned dramatically toward his dad.
“Seriously, though,” he said. “Why do I still have to get picked up by her?”
He gestured toward your car with one hand before adding quickly—
“No offense.”
You gasped in mock offense. “Wow.”
Mr. Kim crossed his arms, unimpressed.
Sunoo tilted his head at him. “Do you even feel remotely bad?”
His dad didn’t even hesitate.
“I feel bad,” Mr. Kim said calmly, “for the four cars I’ve bought you that you managed to total.”
You burst into laughter.
Sunoo groaned loudly. “That was a one time thing!”
“Four,” his dad corrected.
“Okay, but—”
You leaned over and honked the horn.
The sound cut him off mid-sentence.
“Sunoo!” you called. “Hurry up and get your ass in here!”
He turned back toward you slowly, rolling his eyes like you were the most dramatic person alive.
“Relax,” he muttered.
But he waved goodbye to his dad anyway. “Bye, Dad.”
Mr. Kim gave you a small wave.
“Drive safe, Y/N.”
“Always do, sir,” you replied with a smile.
Sunoo finally walked over and opened the passenger door, dropping into the seat with an exaggerated sigh.
The door shut with a solid thud.
“Someone’s impatient this morning,” he said.
“You walk like you’ve got all the time in the world,” you shot back, pulling away from the curb.
Sunoo leaned back in the seat, glancing sideways at you.
He only needed one look.
Just one quick glance at your face.
The faint shadows under your eyes.
The slight slump in your shoulders.
The way your grip tightened around the steering wheel for a second.
Sunoo sighed softly. “Did Jiwon make you work today?”
You nodded once, letting out a tired breath. “Yeah.”
He leaned his head back against the seat. “I knew it.”
The car rolled smoothly down the quiet neighborhood street as you turned toward the main road.
For a few moments, neither of you spoke.
Sunoo stared out the window, watching the houses blur past.
His jaw tightened slightly.
“You can’t keep doing that,” he said finally.
You raised an eyebrow.
“Doing what?”
“Letting her push you around.” He firmly told you.
You gave a small shrug. “It’s not that big of a deal, Sun.”
Sunoo turned toward you immediately. “Yes, it is.”
His tone wasn’t angry—just worried.
“You’re working before school, after school, sometimes weekends too,” he continued. “That’s not normal at all.”
You kept your eyes on the road. “I’m fine.”
“You’re definitely exhausted.”
“I’ve been more tired.”
“That’s not very comforting,”
A small smile tugged at your lips. “You sound like Giselle.”
“Good,” Sunoo said. “Somebody has to.”
You slowed at a stoplight, tapping your fingers lightly against the steering wheel.
Sunoo watched you carefully. “You should do something about Jiwon.”
You glanced at him briefly. “Like what?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “Refuse to go in. Something.”
You shook your head.
“It’s not that simple.”
“Why not?”
The light turned green.
You pressed the gas again.
“Because,” you said quietly, “she’s the only reason I can attend Columbia.”
Sunoo blinked. “What?”
You shrugged slightly.
“Jiwon told me her friend works in admissions connections. She promised she’d help me get in if I kept working at the diner.”
Sunoo stared at you like you’d just said the most ridiculous thing in the world.
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah.”
He let out an incredulous laugh. “So you’re letting her boss you around because of a maybe?”
“It’s not a maybe.”
“Y/N—”
“She already helped me with recommendations,” you insisted.
Sunoo ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “That’s still not fair to you.”
You glanced at him again, softer this time. “My life isn’t that miserable, Sunoo.”
He frowned slightly. “I didn’t say it was.”
“I know,” you said. “But you look like you think it is.”
The car turned into the road leading toward the school.
Students were already walking toward the building in small groups, backpacks slung over their shoulders.
Sunoo sighed. “I just worry about you.”
You smiled faintly. “I know.”
“And you hate when I do.”
“Not hate.”
“Strongly dislike.”
You laughed quietly. “Something like that.”
He studied your face again. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
You nodded. “Yeah, of course."
He didn’t look entirely convinced. But he let it go—for now.
The school parking lot came into view ahead of you.
Sunoo leaned back in his seat.
“Still,” he muttered.
“What?” You glanced at him.
“If Jiwon ever pushes you too far…” He paused. “…you’re telling me.”
You smirked slightly. “What are you gonna do?”
He shrugged casually. “Commit a minor crime.”
You burst into laughter. “Sunoo!”
“I’m serious!”
“Please don’t commit crimes for me.”
“No promises.”
You shook your head, still smiling as you pulled into the parking lot.
Despite everything—
Mornings felt a little easier with him around.
𐬽 . ♡︎
You and Sunoo practically run through the school gates.
The morning bell hasn’t rung yet, but it’s close enough that the hallways are already packed with students shoving books into lockers and rushing to their first classes. Your car ride had cut it dangerously close, and the two of you had bolted across the parking lot the second you arrived.
Sunoo jogs beside you, still catching his breath.
“Why,” he pants dramatically, “do mornings like these exist?”
You snort. “You’re the one who took ten years to walk to the car.”
“That was confidence,” he argues. “I know how to walk with a purpose.”
“You walk like you’re in a fashion show.”
Sunoo scoffs loudly. “Please. If I were in a fashion show, people would actually appreciate it.”
You laugh as the two of you turn down the hallway where your lockers are. Students crowd the corridor, voices overlapping into a loud buzz of conversation.
Sunoo groans beside you. “I seriously cannot deal with biology first period today.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“What’s wrong with biology?”
“Everything,” he says immediately. “The frogs, the diagrams, the fact that my teacher enjoys suffering.”
You chuckle, pushing past a group of freshmen. “At least you don’t have calculus first thing in the morning.”
Sunoo gasps dramatically. “Oh my god, you’re right.”
He puts a hand over his heart. “I take back my complaints.”
“You should.”
“Thoughts and prayers go out to you.”
You roll your eyes, smiling faintly as you walk.
But before you reach your lockers—
“Hey!”
A voice cuts through the hallway noise.
You already know what’s coming.
A group of boys strolls past you and Sunoo, their backpacks slung lazily over their shoulders. One of them grins when he notices you.
“Well, if it isn’t the diner girl.”
Your shoulders tense slightly.
Another boy nudges his friend.
“Yo, when are we getting that burger discount?”
“Yeah,” the first one adds. “You work there, right?”
Sunoo’s entire expression changes instantly.
His friendly morning mood disappears.
He steps slightly in front of you, glaring at them.
“Why don’t you back your fatasses up,” Sunoo snaps, “and take your business somewhere else?”
The boys blink.
One of them scoffs. “Relax, dude. It’s a joke.”
“Oh, well then it wasn’t funny. Get better jokes,” Sunoo shoots back.
They mutter something under their breath but keep walking down the hallway, clearly deciding it’s not worth the argument.
Sunoo rolls his eyes so hard you’re surprised they don’t fall out. “God, they’re so fucking annoying.”
You shrug lightly. “I’m used to it.”
“That doesn’t make it okay.”
“They weren’t being that bad.”
Sunoo stops walking for a second and looks at you like you’ve just said something ridiculous.
“Y/N.”
You glance at him. “Yes?”
“It’s ridiculous that the only reason people talk to you is to tease you about where you work.”
You smile faintly.
“They’re not the only ones who talk to me.”
He sighs.
“You know what I mean.”
You do.
But you still shrug again. “It’s fine, really.”
Sunoo doesn’t look convinced, but he lets it go as the two of you finally reach your lockers.
You spin the dial and pull the door open with a metallic clang.
Sunoo leans against the locker beside yours while you start digging through your bag.
“Alright,” he mutters. “Mentally preparing myself for frog dissection.”
You laugh quietly as you reach for your math book.
But when you look up—
You freeze.
Across the hallway, standing by the lockers opposite yours—
Jake.
Your school's soccer captain.
Your school's golden boy.
He’s leaning against a locker while talking to Heeseung, one of his closest friends. His soccer jacket hangs loosely over his shoulders, and his hair still looks slightly messy, like he didn’t bother fixing it this morning.
Heeseung is saying something animatedly, but Jake doesn’t look very interested.
In fact—
He looks… tired.
Or bored.
Or maybe both.
Like he doesn’t really want to be standing there.
Next to him is Hyeji.
His on-and-off girlfriend.
She’s clinging to his arm like it belongs to her, laughing loudly at something her friends are saying.
Her friends, Mina and Yeseo, stand beside her, whispering and giggling.
Sunoo follows your line of sight and groans quietly. “Ugh.”
You blink, pulling your math book from your locker.
“What?”
Sunoo crosses his arms. “Hyeji.”
He glares across the hallway.
“She’s the worst.”
You glance at him. “I thought you didn’t have a class with her.”
“She’s in my biology class.”
Sunoo’s tone is full of disgust. “And her and her little minions just love terrorizing people.”
You nod absentmindedly.
But you’re barely listening.
Because your eyes keep drifting back to Jake.
Heeseung is still talking.
Jake nods occasionally, but he doesn’t look engaged.
Hyeji laughs again, tightening her grip on his arm.
You notice the way Jake glances down the hallway like he’d rather be anywhere else.
Like he’s searching for an exit.
For a split second—
His eyes almost look tired.
Then suddenly—
Yeseo notices you.
And you don't realize.
Her gaze sharpens slightly.
She leans closer to Hyeji and whispers something into her ear.
Hyeji’s head turns immediately, and her eyes land on you.
Your stomach drops.
“Oh,” Hyeji says loudly. “Look who’s staring.”
The hallway noise seems to quiet around you.
Your body stiffens.
Hyeji smirks. “Are you stalking my boyfriend or something?”
Your eyes widen slightly. “I wasn’t—”
“Mind your own business next time,” Hyeji cuts in sharply.
You suddenly become painfully aware of how many people have stopped to watch.
Students glance over.
Whispers ripple through the hallway.
Your face heats up.
And then—you notice Jake.
He’s staring at you now.
His expression isn’t annoyed. It’s… shocked.
Almost like he didn’t expect this.
And worse—he looks like he feels bad.
Your voice comes out quieter than you want. “I wasn’t staring.”
A few people nearby laugh.
Mina snickers. “Sure you weren’t.”
Hyeji tilts her head mockingly. “Don’t you have pancakes to serve or something?”
Your stomach twists.
Before you can say anything—
Sunoo steps forward.
“Hyeji,” he says coldly. “You don’t need to be a bitch about it.”
The hallway goes silent.
Hyeji stares at him like she can’t believe what she just heard.
Sunoo crosses his arms. “And the only person who should be minding her business is you.”
Hyeji’s jaw tightens.
She glares at both of you.
Then she grabs Jake’s arm and yanks it slightly. “Come on.”
“Let’s go.” She gestures to Mina and Yeseo.
The three girls walk down the hallway, dragging Jake with them.
He glances back for half a second.
Then he’s gone.
Sunoo scoffs loudly.
“Unbelievable.” He shakes his head.
“Those girls are the last people who should be picking on anyone.”
You stare down at the math book in your hands.
Trying to ignore the way your heart is still racing.
And the way Jake looked at you before he walked away.
𐬽 . ♡︎
The bell rings the second you step out of calculus.
It’s loud and jarring, cutting straight through the quiet concentration of the classroom and spilling you back into reality. The hallway outside is already crowded—students pouring out of rooms, voices overlapping, lockers slamming shut, footsteps echoing against the tile floors.
You adjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder, exhaling slowly.
Your head still feels heavy from numbers and formulas, your brain lagging behind like it’s still stuck halfway through the last problem you didn’t understand.
“Survived?”
The voice pulls you out of it.
You look up.
Sunoo is leaning against the row of lockers across from your classroom, like he’s been there for a while. One foot is propped casually against the metal, and he’s holding something bright orange in his hand, folded in half.
He looks way too put together for someone who claimed he was going to suffer through biology an hour ago.
You walk over, raising an eyebrow.
“Barely,” you admit, letting out a tired breath. “I think I just failed at least three different concepts at once.”
Sunoo winces sympathetically. “Yeah… that sounds about right for calculus.”
He pushes himself off the lockers and straightens up, holding out the folded paper toward you. “Here.”
You take it, glancing down at it.
“What is this?”
“Just look.”
You unfold it slowly.
The paper crinkles softly between your fingers, and your eyes scan the bold, decorated lettering across the top.
HALLOWEEN HOMECOMING FORMAL
THIS SATURDAY NIGHT
The design is over-the-top in that very high school way—fake spiderwebs printed in the corners, glittery font, a cartoonish black cat arched across the bottom. Someone clearly put a lot of effort into making it look festive.
You stare at it for a second. “…Oh.”
Sunoo watches your face carefully, like he’s trying to read your reaction before you even say anything.
“So,” he says, dragging the word out. “We’re going, right?”
You glance up at him, then back down at the date.
This Saturday.
Your stomach tightens slightly.
You already know what that probably means.
A late shift. Maybe closing. Jiwon hovering nearby, making sure you don’t leave early.
You fold the paper again, handing it back to him with a small shrug.
“I don’t know Sun,” you say quietly. “Jiwon might make me work that night.”
He lets out a short, disbelieving laugh and rolls his eyes, pushing himself off the lockers again. “Jiwon can suck it up and find someone else.”
You let out a small breath. “You know it’s not that easy—”
“Yes, it is,” he cuts in. “There are literally, what, ten other people working there?”
“Eight,” you mumble.
“Exactly,” he says quickly. “Eight other people. The diner will survive if you’re gone for one night.”
You glance down at the floor for a second. “I just… don’t really do things like that.”
“Like what?”
“Big events,” you say. “Dances. Formals. Whatever this is.”
Sunoo looks at you for a long second.
Then his expression softens.
Not dramatically—just enough that you notice.
“Y/N,” he says.
You already know where this is going.
“No.”
“Y/N,” he repeats, this time more drawn out, almost pleading.
“Sunoo—”
“This is our last year,” he cuts in.
You pause.
The hallway noise continues around you, but his words settle heavier than everything else.
“Our last year of high school,” he adds, quieter now. “And you’ve spent most of it working, or hiding.”
You don’t respond right away.
Because he’s not wrong.
Sunoo nudges your arm gently.
“I just…” he hesitates for a second, then continues, “I want to see you have fun. Like actually have fun. Not just survive another day.”
Your chest tightens a little.
You look at him.
He’s not joking this time.
Not being dramatic.
Just… honest.
He clears his throat slightly, shifting back into a lighter tone.
“We could go together,” he adds quickly. “As friends.”
You blink. “Together?”
“Yeah,” he says. “You and me. Completely normal. Totally not weird.”
You narrow your eyes at him slightly. “…Right.”
He nods. “Exactly.”
You study him for a moment.
Then a small, knowing smile starts to form.
“You just want me to go with you because you ran for homecoming king and you don’t have anyone to go with.”
Sunoo pauses.
Then, without hesitation—
“Yeah, I guess that too.”
You let out a quiet laugh. “At least you’re honest.”
“I try.”
Before you can say anything else, he suddenly grabs your arm, shaking it lightly.
“Please, Y/N,” he says, his voice slipping back into full dramatics. “I’m begging you.”
You try to pull your arm back, but he just holds on tighter.
“Sunoo—”
“Please.”
“Sunoo.”
“Pleaseeeee!!”
You laugh under your breath, shaking your head. “God, you’re so annoying.”
“And yet,” he says proudly, “I’m still your favorite person.”
You roll your eyes.
He leans in slightly, lowering his voice like he’s about to say something important.
“You might even see your online friend there.”
Your smile falters, just a little.
You glance at him. “Don’t start.”
“I’m just saying,” he shrugs. “You go to the same school. Big event. It’s not impossible.”
You shake your head. “You watch too many romance movies.”
“And you don’t watch enough.”
You hesitate.
Just for a second.
Then you sigh softly. “…I’ll try to go.”
Sunoo freezes.
Then his entire face lights up. “Wait—seriously?”
“I said I’ll try,” you repeat.
“That’s basically a yes.”
“It’s not—”
“It is to me.”
You shake your head, but there’s a small smile still lingering on your lips.
And then—your phone beeps.
The sound is small, almost lost in the noise of the hallway.
But you recognize it instantly.
And funny enough, so does Sunoo.
He raises an eyebrow slowly. “…Was that him just now?”
You try to keep your expression neutral. “Was what him?”
“Your online friend,” he says. “The one you literally never stop texting.”
You sigh, but you can’t stop the slight smile that slips through as you reach into your pocket. “Maybe.”
You pull your phone out and glance down at the screen.
soccerlverr1115:
did u survive first period
Something about it—
So simple, so casual—
It still makes your chest feel a little lighter.
“Yeah,” you admit quietly.
Sunoo groans. “You’re smiling at your phone again. This is so cheesy, I can’t deal with this.”
You ignore him, your thumbs already moving across the keypad.
The bell rings again, signaling the next period.
Students start moving faster now, brushing past you as they rush to class.
Sunoo sighs, stepping back.
“Alright,” he mutters. “Time for me to go suffer.”
You glance up.
“Bye Sunoo,”
“Have fun with 'soccer lover'.”
He starts walking backward down the hallway, pointing at you.
“And don’t forget—you’re coming to the formal.”
“I said I’ll try!”
“That literally means yes!”
You shake your head as he disappears into the crowd.
Then you look back down at your phone.
Your fingers hover for a second before typing.
stargirl_0327:
yep, barely survived
You hit send and start walking toward your next class, slipping your phone back into your pocket.
But the small smile stays.
And for once—
The day doesn’t feel quite as heavy.
𐬽 . ♡︎
Jake hated working at the car wash after school.
It wasn’t the kind of hatred that made him miserable or dramatic about it. He wasn’t waking up every morning dreading his life or anything. He’d just spent so many years there that the place had started to feel like an extension of himself, and not in a good way.
Everything about it followed him around constantly. The smell of soap and wet pavement stuck to his hoodies no matter how many times they were washed. His hands were always dry from chemicals and hot water. Even at school, he sometimes caught himself smelling tire shine on his sleeves during class.
And the worst part was how his dad talked about the place.
Every single time Jake complained, even jokingly, his dad would clap him on the shoulder and say the exact same thing.
“Well son, one day this place is gonna be yours.”
But honestly, the idea made him feel trapped more than anything else.
Jake didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life yet, but he knew it definitely wasn’t this. He couldn’t imagine himself spending the rest of his life standing in a parking lot holding a clipboard while customers complained about water spots on their windows.
Still, arguing with his dad about it never got him anywhere.
So instead, Jake showed up after school every day and did the job.
The car wash was packed that afternoon. Cars wrapped around the lot in a long line, engines rumbling while employees hurried between lanes with towels thrown over their shoulders. Water sprayed continuously in the background, and the pavement reflected the late afternoon sunlight so brightly that Jake had to squint every few seconds.
Some old song played faintly from the garage radio while one of the younger workers struggled to vacuum out the backseat of a minivan.
Jake had barely finished helping with an SUV when his dad’s voice suddenly echoed across the lot.
“JAKE!”
Jake looked over immediately. “Yeah?”
“Take lane three!”
Jake let out a quiet sigh and grabbed the clipboard sitting nearby before making his way across the lot.
The second he reached lane three, he recognized the car. It was old, slightly dented near the bumper, and looked like it had survived years entirely out of stubbornness.
Jake blinked once. Was that...?
The driver-side door opened, and there you were.
Jake froze for half a second.
He recognized you immediately from school earlier that day. The image of you standing awkwardly by your locker while Hyeji embarrassed you in front of everyone had been replaying in his head for hours, no matter how much he tried to focus on something else.
And now you were here, at his car wash.
Jake suddenly became very aware of himself.
You stepped out of the car, adjusting your bag on your shoulder before looking over at him. The sunlight caught the side of your face softly, and Jake hated how quickly he noticed little things about you.
The way your hair moved in the breeze.
The tired look in your eyes, and the fact that you somehow looked prettier outside of school than you did in it.
Not intimidating pretty, not polished or perfect in the way girls like Hyeji looked. You looked real. Like the kind of person people naturally felt comfortable around.
Jake realized he’d been staring when you greeted him.
“Hey.” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts immediately.
Jake straightened up so quickly it was kind of embarrassing. “Oh— uh, hi.”
Real smooth, Jake.
You gave him a polite smile, though it looked a little cautious around the edges. Jake couldn’t blame you for that. As far as you knew, he was just the guy who stood there silently like an idiot while his girlfriend berated you in front of everyone.
The guilt hit him all over again.
He cleared his throat quickly and looked down at the clipboard in his hands. “So,” he said, trying to sound normal, “what seems to be the issue?”
You leaned lightly against the side of your car. “Uh, the engine's making this weird sound,” you explained. “And my brakes squeak sometimes.”
Jake nodded. “Okay. Got it.”
He crouched near the hood and started checking the car over while trying very hard not to seem awkward.
But it was pretty difficult. Because every time he looked up, you were standing there quietly watching him, and for some reason that made him nervous.
Jake opened the hood and inspected the engine carefully.
The car did need work.
Not terrible work, though.
Just enough to show it had been pushed a little too hard for a little too long.
Jake straightened up again after a moment and flipped through the checklist attached to his clipboard.
“You also need a wax...” he said absentmindedly while writing notes down.
Silence. Then, Jake looked up.
You were staring at him with your eyebrows furrowed. “…Excuse me?”
Realizing what he'd said, Jake’s stomach dropped instantly.
His eyes widened. “Oh—no,” he said quickly, nearly dropping the clipboard. “I meant the car. The car needs a wax.”
You blinked at him for a second before sighing dramatically. “Oh.”
Jake wanted the ground to open up beneath him.
You crossed your arms loosely. “Okay fine,” you shrugged. “Whatever.”
Jake rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly while trying not to die from embarrassment.
Why would he phrase it like that?
He quickly finished writing down the services your car needed before tearing the paper off the clipboard and handing it to you.
“If you take this to the front desk inside,” he explained, “they’ll handle everything from there.”
You took the paper from him carefully. “Thanks.”
Your answer was polite, but short.
Jake couldn’t tell if you disliked him or if you were just naturally guarded around people.
Before he could think too much about it, loud honking suddenly echoed through the lot.
Not angry honking, melodic honking. Like somebody was intentionally trying to play a tune with their car horn.
Jake closed his eyes immediately, he already knew.
Two filthy cars pulled into the lot at the same time, covered in enough dirt and mud to look like they’d driven through a swamp.
Jake stared blankly as both car doors flew open.
“HIIII JAKE!”
“JAKEYYYYY!”
Haneul and Hera practically sprinted toward him.
“Jake, look!” Haneul said proudly while pointing toward her disgusting car. “It’s dirty!”
“We need a car wash,” Hera added dramatically. “Pleeeeaaassseeee?”
The two girls started bouncing excitedly in front of him like children asking for candy.
Jake blinked once. “…Did you guys drive through a natural disaster?”
Haneul gasped.
"Jake," Hera said laughing, “That is soo rude.”
Then both girls noticed you standing nearby.
Watching them silently, and judging them very openly.
Haneul narrowed her eyes immediately. “Don’t you have someplace else to be, y/n?”
Hera laughed beside her. “Yeah,” she added. “Our mom is looking for you.”
You looked completely unimpressed as you stepped away from your car, still holding the paper slip Jake gave you. “Gotta get the car waxed,” you said flatly.
Meanwhile, you glanced between the girls and their cars. “Who did you two hire to make your cars that dirty?”
Jake let out a laugh before he could stop himself.
Haneul put a hand dramatically over her chest. “What are you,” she asked, “the car police?”
Hera laughed loudly before trying to add onto the joke. “Yeah, because if she is then… uh…”
She paused awkwardly. “You’re under arrest?”
Silence. Nobody laughed. Jake had been looking around in awkwardness.
Hera looked around uncertainly while Haneul slowly turned toward her. “You just ruined the joke.”
“I got nervous!”
Jake shook his head, laughing quietly to himself.
"Why does Jiwon need me?" You say, breaking the silence.
Haneul simply glared at you.
"Something about the diner," Hera responds and points out, "don't just stand there! Get going."
You roll your eyes in finality, and walk towards the car wash reception.
Then Haneul suddenly turned back toward him with exaggerated doe eyes. “So,” she said sweetly, “Jakey.”
Jake already knew he was about to regret whatever came next.
“Give us a car wash?”
She blinked at him dramatically while Hera copied her expression beside her.
Jake scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Uh… yeah,” he said with a laugh. “Sure. One moment, ladies.”
Haneul and Hera immediately squealed like he’d just agreed to buy them a mansion instead of spray soap onto their cars.
“I knew he loved us,” Hera whispered dramatically.
“Of course he does,” Haneul replied while flipping her hair. “We’re delightful. He loves me more, though.”
“You guys are exhausting,” Jake muttered.
Neither of them heard him.
They were already arguing over which car looked dirtier while walking toward the waiting area together.
Jake looked over at your disappearing figure, and shook his head quietly, still smiling a little despite himself.
𐬽 . ♡︎
By the time Friday rolled around, you were exhausted.
Not the normal kind of tired either.
Not the kind sleep could fix.
It was the sort of exhaustion that sat heavy in your chest and followed you around all day, making everything feel slower. The week had dragged painfully, each morning blending into the next between school, the diner, homework, and Jiwon constantly breathing down your neck.
Even walking home from school felt harder than usual.
Your backpack hung heavily from one shoulder as you stepped through the side gate leading into the backyard. The late afternoon sun was still warm, casting long shadows across the patio furniture and overgrown grass.
You were already thinking about finally lying down for a little while when—
“Y/N.”
Your body stiffened slightly.
Jiwon’s voice came from the backyard patio.
You looked over immediately.
Jiwon was stretched out lazily across one of the lounge chairs near the pool, sunglasses perched on top of her head while a magazine rested against her lap. She looked completely relaxed, like she hadn’t spent the entire week ordering everyone around the diner.
She didn’t even look up right away when she spoke again.
“Come here for a second.”
You adjusted your bag higher onto your shoulder and walked over slowly.
The closer you got, the more your stomach tightened.
Because Jiwon only used that calm voice when she wanted something.
You stopped near the edge of the patio.
“Yeah?”
Jiwon finally glanced up at you over the rim of her sunglasses.
“Can you work a night shift tomorrow?”
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow was Saturday.
Your stomach dropped immediately.
Saturday was the formal, the Halloween homecoming formal.
The one Sunoo had spent the entire week begging you to go to.
For a second, you just stood there quietly. Because normally, this part was easy. Normally you just said yes.
It was always yes.
You’d never really rejected Jiwon before. Not seriously, not when it came to work.
But this time—you took a slow breath.
“I can’t.”
The words felt strange coming out of your mouth.
Jiwon blinked once, then slowly sat up straighter in the lounge chair.
The movement was calm, too calm.
“And why,” she asked smoothly, “can’t you work tomorrow?”
You shifted awkwardly where you stood. Your shoe nudged at a loose pebble near the patio while you avoided looking directly at her.
“I… wanted to go to the Halloween formal.”
The second the words left your mouth, Jiwon scoffed, like actually scoffed. “Seriously?”
You looked up slightly. “Jiwon—”
“Formals are stupid,” she interrupted immediately. “You don’t need to go to those things.”
You swallowed slightly. “But I’ve never been to one before.”
Jiwon rolled her eyes. “And?”
You hesitated. “Sunoo wanted me to go with him.”
For a second, Jiwon just stared at you, then she laughed.
Not loud, and not kindly either.
It was the sort of laugh that made your stomach twist.
“Oh my god,” she muttered, shaking her head slightly. “You’re actually serious.”
Your grip tightened slightly around your backpack strap.
“The diner’s already gonna be understaffed tomorrow night,” Jiwon continued. “I need you there.”
“There are other workers—”
“And no offense,” she cut in smoothly, “but nobody wants someone like you at those dances anyway.”
The words hit harder than you expected.
Jiwon leaned back against the chair again, like this conversation bored her already.
“You really think people at school aren’t gonna make fun of you?” she asked. “Please.”
Your chest tightened.
You looked down at the ground again.
Because part of you hated how quickly her words got inside your head.
You swallowed hard. “I just wanted to—”
“Y/N,” Jiwon interrupted again, sharper this time.
You went quiet immediately.
Jiwon stared at you for a long moment before speaking again. “Do you still want to go to Columbia University?”
Your stomach twisted. Slowly, you nodded. Of course you did. That dream was the only thing keeping you going half the time.
Jiwon tilted her head slightly. “Well then you need to keep working if you wanna pay that tuition,” she said flatly. “Because I’m sure as hell not paying for it.”
You opened your mouth slightly, then closed it again.
Because what were you even supposed to say to that?
Jiwon sighed dramatically, already sounding irritated with the conversation.
“Honestly, I don’t know why you’re acting difficult all of a sudden.”
You stared down at the pebbles near your shoes. “I’m not trying to be difficult.”
“Then stop arguing.”
Silence settled between you, heavy and uncomfortable. The wind moved softly through the backyard trees while somewhere in the neighborhood, a dog barked faintly.
Finally, Jiwon waved a dismissive hand toward the house. “Whatever. Just get out of my face.”
You stayed still for half a second longer.
Then—
“And you’re not going to the formal,” Jiwon added firmly. “Period.”
That was it. Final.
Your shoulders sagged slightly.
Not because you were surprised, just because you were tired.
So tired. You nodded faintly even though it hurt to do it, then turned away from the patio without another word.
Jiwon had already leaned back into her chair again by the time you walked off, like the conversation was over the second she decided it was.
You walked quietly across the backyard, your backpack feeling heavier with every step.
By the time you reached the back door, your chest felt tight in that familiar way again.
Like you couldn’t breathe properly inside this house sometimes.
You climbed the stairs slowly once you got inside, exhaustion settling deeper into your bones with every creak of the steps beneath your feet.
And when you finally reached your room—
You shut the door softly behind you and just stood there for a moment, trying very hard not to cry over a stupid high school dance.
Jake Sim, son of one of the most wealthiest CEOs in Australia. Who also happens to be the man your parents set you to marry at 20 years old, and now—five years later, the father of your child. You and Jake have a..rocky relationship to say the least. The real question is, who’s going to be the first to break?
sim jaeyun x fem! reader
content warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst if you squint, arranged marriage, reader and jake have a kid, forced proximity, unprotected sex, pussy eating, breeding, fingering, masturbation (m & f), nipple stimulation, tit obsessed jake (he’s also pussy drunk asf), wet dreams, squirting, teasing, stubborn/avoidant reader, suggestive jokes, jake calls reader “mama”, mentions of alcohol and controlling parents, featuring Sunghoon and Jay. Just know Jake wants it real bad and he’s kind of pathetic.
word count: 21k (I got carried away)
this builds off of my jay fic here: Sweet Desire, but it can be read alone
The day you were informed of the arrangement, your whole world crashed on you. To be fair, you knew it was coming, your parents made sure of it. The constant reminders to not waste time on the boys around you because you were bound to marry one of their choice.
Jake Sim, Son of one of the most wealthiest CEO’s in Australia. Before you married him, you met him briefly when your parents dragged you to Australia to confirm everything. You had no choice of course.
One thing you didn’t miss was how handsome he was. Not to mention that ridiculous accent, if it hadn't been an arrangement you would have definitely gone after him.
He didn’t love you though. Not in the way husbands love their wives. Because this was all for one thing, to join your families. And that's all he saw it as, just another task his parents assigned for him.
After you got married, he didn’t touch you for almost eight months. The only reason he did was because both of your parents, demanding, constantly asking why you haven’t announced your pregnancy to them.
The night he did touch you that way, he could barely even look at you. If he was being honest, he enjoyed it but he wouldn’t dare to admit that out loud.
It felt good. You remember the feeling of him, the sounds, the words he let slip out in the moment, but after that it was meaningless.
You lived together during the pregnancy, he helped you, he was caring. Caring in a way he hadn’t been before you had his child in you. Over the course of those nine months you grew a special connection together.
Becoming a mother was something you expected, but you had always thought of it to be different, not something arranged, a duty needing to be fulfilled.
Like the movies you would watch, the books you secretly read, maybe even the dreams you had, but then again—do they really always come true?
Then the arguments started, the fighting. He never laid a hand on you, never hurt you, but most of all he never touched you sexually again. Was it because he thought it wouldn't be good? Because you were no longer ‘fit’?
Which was many people's explanation why their husbands wouldn't touch them. But you constantly reminded yourself, he’s hardly your husband, this is simply an arrangement.
Which is exactly why you’re in your car now, with your four year old daughter, driving to Jake Sim’s house to drop her off for the week.
On paper you two are married, but in reality you moved out when your daughter turned one. You couldn’t handle it anymore, and you figured it would be best if she didn’t grow up in a house full of arguments from the people who were supposed to be her role models.
Jake didn’t seem to mind, his time mostly consisted of working, trying to expand his knowledge on his father’s company which he was going to inherit.
One thing you did agree on, was that you were able to see other people, date whoever, fuck whoever. Obviously you both had needs, needs that you weren’t willing to fulfill with each other. The only thing was you couldn’t introduce said person to Layla.
“Daddy said he’d buy me the whole barbie section from the store!” Your daughter says, playing with the dolls he apparently just bought her a few weeks ago.
“You already have all of them right sweetheart?” You ask, turning into the gated neighborhood, the houses are pretty spaced apart since they're huge. You don’t understand why he didn’t just move to a smaller place afterwards, 6 bedrooms is extremely unnecessary for one man.
“Not the camping ones” she looks out the window as you pull into his driveway with a smile on her face. You glance down at your outfit, So what if you are wearing something nice, and a little more makeup then normal..nothing wrong with dressing up a little.
You move to the trunk to get the backpack with everything she needs from your place before getting her from the backseat “You ready Lay?” You ask helping her out, and holding her hand as you walk to his front door, before you're even on the front porch the door opens, you pause, she lets go of your hand to run to him, jumping in his arms.
He’s wearing some jeans with a casual sweater, his hair styled, but messy at the same time. “Aw, sweet girl, you missed me?” He says hugging her back, holding her in his arms.
He offers a tight lipped smile to you before inviting you in, “I wanna play with the barbie house!” She says, squirming to get out of his arms, he puts her down, watching as she runs off to the living room to play.
You set the backpack down on the kitchen island before looking around, nothing seems different from the last time you were here.
“The drive was okay?” He asks, walking past you into the kitchen, hips brushing yours. You don’t know if it was intentionally, but you do know every nerve in your body felt it. “Yeah, traffic wasn't terrible.” You nod, slightly cringing at the attempt in small talk.
“Im going to use the bathroom” You say abruptly, “Second door on the right.” He offers, “I know.” He lets his eyes drop to your outfit for a split second before you disappear down the hall.
You walk to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you before bracing your hands on the counter, looking up at your reflection.
God, you're actually pathetic.
You wait a few minutes before you flush the toilet, you didn't even have to use the bathroom.
Jake moved to the living room, sitting on the couch watching Layla play with her toys with a smile on his face. You don't look at him before crouching down beside her
“Mommy’s going to leave now okay?” You smile softly, “But I want you and Daddy to both play!” she frowns, looking at Jake than at you, you can't help but share the same frown before leaning in to give her a hug, she wraps her arms around your neck.
Jake watches the interaction, he cant help the slight ting of guilt that hits his chest, he watches you pull back to kiss her forehead before standing up.
“I'll walk you out” he stands with you, following you to the door, you step out before turning to face him “I won't be able to call her goodnight tomorrow.” You say, watching him lean against the door frame, eye brow raised.
“Why?” he asks the question like it’s his business to know. “I'm just- I’ll be busy.”
“Ah, a date?”
“What- Thats none of your business” You say defensively
“So a date then.” He sighs, watching the way your face morphs to irritation.
You dodge his question “No ice cream for dinner.” You mutter before turning to walk to your car, he closes the door once you drive off, before putting his attention back on his adorable daughter.
-
“She’s dating now? Damn, about time.” Sunghoon mutters, putting down the weights he was just lifting.
“About time? No, fuck no.” Jake replies back, grabbing heavier weights just to feel something. “Why’re you pressed about it? You’ve fucked plenty of girls since.” Sunghoon says casually.
“Well it’s–different..”
“Nope, not that different.”
“You’re not helping.”
“Did you guys not agree to do just that? It’s not like she’s getting married to another guy. She probably just needs to get laid.” Sunghoon offers bluntly, earning a glare from Jake.
Yeah, that was the agreement, but it doesn't help the thoughts going through his mind. Sure he’s had plenty of useless fucks, using his hand gets boring. But he hasn't dated officially, so you going on a date, just makes shit worse.
“When was the last time you actually got pussy then?” Sunghoon asks, finishing his set of bicep curls.
“Shit, like a few weeks back–”
“That’s why you’re so fucking frustrated.” He says like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
“How’s things going with that Sara girl?” He questions, downing his water
“Who?” Jake asks, genuinely confused
“Sara, the girl you met at the bar?”
“Oh–I don't know, She’s just kind of..boring.”
“Wish she was y/n huh?” Sunghoon smirks
“Bro fuck you, when was the last time you–”
“Last night.” Sunghoon replies immediately, Jake opens his mouth to speak, closes it.
“Okay, what were you saying about the weights?” Jake asks, changing the topic, earning a laugh from Sunghoon.
As soon as Jake gets home, he wakes up Layla, who attempts to sprint down the stairs just to see the guest he brought back.
“Hoon!” Layla practically screams, running up to his best friend to give him a hug, “Hey Lay, Just had to stop by to pick up something” Sunghoon smiles down at her, the cocky bastard exterior gone, making Jake roll his eyes. “The papers are in my study. I'll be right back.” Jake says, walking upstairs.
Sunghoon is his best friend, someone who he can really trust. He’s one of the few people in his life who know about the arrangement between you and him.
He also happens to work at his fathers company, one that Jake will soon inherit. The only steady thing in his life consists of work at this point.
He can't help the laugh that slips past his lips when he sees Sunghoon sitting on the ground, holding a fairy barbie and talking in a pitch way too high for a 25 year old man.
“No! You were supposed to give up your wings so mermaid Barbie can swim!” Layla says in a sharp tone talking to Sunghoon “Sorry, sorry, take the wings please–” He apologises as if he’s scared of upsetting her-
“Having fun?” Jake smirks walking over to him “So much fun” Sunghoon replies standing up and taking the papers from him.
“Bye Layla, ill see you soon” Sunghoon says, rubbing Layla's head before turning to the door “Gym same time tomorrow?” He adds
Jake nods, walking to the kitchen as the front door shuts.
“Hm I guess ill just eat all this ice cream by myself” Jake says loud enough, less then 10 seconds pass until Layla's running over to the kitchen with a smile on her face.
-
The date was genuinely horrible. Some guy your friend tried setting you up with, all he did was talk about himself the whole time. You slip off your heels before stepping inside your house, who knew listenting to someone brag about themselve could be so fucking exhausting.
You’re so sexually frustrated it's insane. Since when did finding a quick hookup become so hard? You crawl into your bed not bothering to change out of your dress.
You lay there for a moment, contemplating, before deciding to reach into your side drawer, pulling out one of the things that has kept you sane this entire time.
You hike up your dress to your hips before brushing your fingers in between your legs, feeling the dampness coat your fingers through the thin fabric of your panties. You push them to the side before clicking the button on your vibrator.
The low buzz filling the silence of the room before you bring it down to your core, your hips instantly jolt at the feeling, you rub small circles on your clit with it, pinching your nipples through your dress before closing your eyes, trying to imagine someone else pleasuring you, bringing you closer instead of yourself..someone like–Jake..
Oh hell no.
You open your eyes, turning off the vibrator before sitting up. “No, no, absolutely not.” Anything but him, anyone but him. It’s like the universe wants you to think about him as his name flashes across your screen.
“Fuck.” You whisper, grabbing the phone, you fix your hair in the reflection looking back at you before clicking accept.
“Hey y/n, Layla wanted me to call you, she said she wouldn't sleep unless you said goodnight–are you good?” He pauses, looking at your flushed face on his phone
“What? Good, yes I'm good- why are you asking that. Just show me Lay.” You feel your heart racing in your chest, why does it feel like you've been caught doing something you shouldn't.
“Okay.” He simply says before giving Layla the phone
“Daddy said you wouldn't be able to call tonight but I still wanted to see you” Layla pouts, you can't help the warm feeling in your chest at how cute she is “I'm here now sweetheart, I hope you sleep well and have good dreams okay?” You say sweetly, blowing her a small kiss before Jake takes the phone back.
“Goodnight Layla” He says, you don't see his face but you watch the lights turn off and listen to the sound of the door shutting. “Alright bye-”
“How was the date?” He asks, walking to what seems to be his room and sitting on his bed, the camera is now on him, you watch him push his black framed glasses up his nose with his finger, fuck, why are his hands so damn hot.
“What–”
“That bad huh?” He chuckles, the sound low, in amusement. “It's none of your business.” You scoff, rolling your eyes.
“I think it is my business what my wife does.” That has you fucking shook. “Your wife? Are you serious right now?”
“Very. If the date went well, you wouldn't have answered the phone. Yet here you are.” He can't hide the smirk that coats his face. “You have no room to talk–” You snap back, “You just answered my question for me anyway” He dodges your statement, with a proud look on his face, God–he’s such an ass.
“I’m not talking to you unless it's about Layla. Goodnight.” You say, tone stern before hanging up.
What the hell is wrong with him? You knew he was a cocky asshole the second you met him all those years ago.
But you can't deny, he’s a damn good father.
-
You got the call in the middle of the day while making yourself coffee in your offices lounge.
“Is she hurt?” You ask frantically, packing your bag and letting your boss know you have an emergency.
You don't have to work honestly, you're wealthy enough to spend your days slouching around the house, but you like being on your feet, because sitting down for too long is when the overthinking happens.
“No Mrs. Sim, She’s not hurt, but she did lay hands on another student. Which is completely unacceptable here.” The Director of Layla's pre-school says.
“Did you call her father as well?”, “Yes ma’am, Mr. Sim is on his way right now.” She says cliply. You let out a sigh “I’ll be there right away.” You say before hanging up and getting in your car immediately.
Once you get to the school, you see Jake pacing outside of the Director's office, he’s in a suit, he must have just come from work too. You smooth down your blouse and business pants before walking over to him, the sound of your heels being the only thing in the empty hallway, he stops to look at you, not having time to fully take you in
“Where is she?” You ask, hand gripping your phone hard. “They took her to a different classroom, some bullshit about needing to calm herself down.” He says, pushing his hair back.
“Layla would never do something like this, not just because anyway. There has to be a reason.” You bite your lip in frustration before knocking on the door of the office. “Come in.” you hear the stern voice of the Director say, before looking at Jake who nods.
You both walk in, taking the seats in front of her desk, “Good evening Mr, and Mrs. Sim, I'm sure you know why I've called you here.” She says, eyes darting between the two of you.
You can't help the way your hand grips your phone tighter at the use of the last name, the one that feels like it doesn't even belong to you. “We also do not tolerate any form of violence here. Since this is the first and hopefully only time, we've given her a warning, due to the..circumstances of the action.” You raise a brow at that
“What ‘circumstances’?” Jake asks, tone serious. “Well, another student had actually taken her..barbie doll, and–” She clears her throat “Ripped the head off..” She finishes, looking at the both of you and the confused looks on your faces
“So she kicked him.” You see Jake slightly relax in his chair, “So she was just defending herself then.” He offers, “Well, in a sense, but it's still not acceptable, like I said we forbid any violence. So there is another reason I called you both here today.” You raise your brow as she continues talking
“Is there something going on at home?” She asks, looking at you then at him. You scoff at that “No, everything's perfectly fine.” You simply say, you watch the way Jake shifts in his chair, earning a glare from you and a curious look from the director
“And you Mr. Sim?” She says, “Right, Yes everything's fine, nothing more than the perfect family.” He smiles, that performative one you always see in the business photos. “Good to hear. Layla should be waiting outside, Thank you for coming all this way.” You nod, before standing up, Jake follows after you.
As soon as you see her, you crouch down to her level in the chair “Lay, baby–” You look down at the doll in her hand, ruined.
“Layla-” Jake whispers, sitting down next to her, she looks up at you, tears in her eyes, her face slightly red from crying earlier. You swipe them away with your thumb gently “H-he took it from me..a-and he broke it mommy” She says, voice trembling, you look up at Jake, you see that familiar look of anger flash on his features.
“I k-kicked him..I know I shouldn't have Im s-sorry” She says before breaking into a sob, and hugging you.
You hug her back immediately, hand smoothing down the back of her head before looking at Jake, He doesn't say anything before standing up and storming back into the directors office, shutting the door behind him. You don't stop him either, because you know exactly what he’s going to do.
You pull back to look at her, your heart hurts to see her like this. “Listen, I'm not saying violence is okay, but I'm glad you defended yourself okay?”
You tuck her hair behind her ear “I don’t want you to solve problems with violence, do you understand?” you ask gently, she nods looking down at her barbie ashamed, you press a kiss to her forehead before standing up.
Jake walks out of the office not even 5 minutes later, "I've got the kids parents contact, he wont mess with her again.” Is all he says before picking up Layla in his arms and walking outside to his car, you follow after him, watching as he buckles her up in the car. He swipes a thumb over her cheek gently before shutting the door and turning to face you.
“Perfect family huh?” You cross your arms over your chest, watching his face “She bought it.” He simply says. “Yeah, you’re pretty good at lying.”
“Fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means what I said.” You reply back snappy
“Yeah okay y/n, im not doing this shit” He rubs his nose bridge before looking at you again “Typical of you, being an avoidant asshole.” You don't know where this is coming from, but you can't stop the words from coming out, the pent of frustration boiling in you.
He sighs, looking down at his shoes before back at you, something you can't quite pin flashing in his eyes. “I’ll see you on Friday.” His tone is sharp before turning around and getting in his car.
You don't say anything before walking to yours, the sole of your heels digging into your feet irritating you, but nothing can possibly be more irritating than Jake Sim.
-
Friday comes sooner than expected, Jake messaged you a brief “On the way.” 20 minutes ago.
You opted for some lounge pants and a sweater today. “Mommy!” Layla's bright voice says the second you open the door “Hi angel” You smile when she hugs your leg, before looking at Jake.
He’s wearing a navy suit today, glasses. You try not to think about how good he looks in those glasses.
You look down at the pink backpack on his shoulder “Oh- um, you can come in–” You say, walking back.
The place is perfectly curated to how you want. So much more different than his house, You don't see the deep inhale he takes.
It smells so much like you. “You can just put the bag wherever” You say briefly. “Y/n-”
“Mommy guess what!” Layla drags your attention to her, you tilt your head “Daddy said we're going to Italy with grandma and grandpa!” she says, tugging your pant leg, you don't smile. You look up at a very nervous looking Jake,
“Oh really sweetheart?” You ask, still looking at him. “Yup! Grandma called” She giggles, you lower yourself to the ground to talk to her face to face “Can you go to your room angel? Me and daddy need to have an adult conversation okay?” She nods, completely clueless that she just practically dropped a bomb on you.
When you see she’s down the hall you whip your head to Jake “What the fuck?” You look at him eyes wide
“I know, okay I know.” He buries his face in his hands, “When is this happening.”
“Two weeks.”
“Two weeks Jake, are you serious? When the hell were you planning on telling me?”
“Come on y/n. You know how they get. They want us all to be one big happy family or something–” He sighs “Who else is going "
"I don't know, it was brief.” You look at him like he has two heads “No. No I cannot do this, I absolutely cannot fucking do this.” You walk to the kitchen, pacing around, he follows
“Like what the fuck was going through your head when you said I would go?” You try not to raise your voice so Layla doesn't hear.
“If I had a choice I would have said no. You know how they are, they expect you to be there.” He says, watching you.
“How long is it?” You ask, trying to remain sane.
“A week.”
“No fucking way, no actual fucking way.” You don't even know what to say. “I cannot be stuck in Italy with you for a week, no way in hell.”
“Geez, didn't know I was that bad.” He says, leaning against the counter, like he belongs in your house.
It’s true, Jake isn't horrible, he picks up, he doesn't snore, too loud anyway. But that's not why you're stressed about this. It’s because you don't know what could happen.
“There's more..” He says, watching your reactions
“No.” because you know exactly what he’s going to say, you can feel it.
“They dont want us to stay at the estate with them in Milan. Something about us needing ‘couple time’.” You're going to throw up. You're actually going to throw up in front of him.
“I don't need them to butt into our–relationship, it's perfectly fine how it is right now.” He doesn't say anything to that.
“I know y/n. I tried to talk them out of it, but they are dead set on it.” You sit down, you can't be on your feet right now, you inhale and exhale, trying to calm the rapid pace of your heartbeat.
“I’ll probably be taking care of shit for the company anyways, it’s this whole thing with our partners from America–” He sighs, hand running through his hair in irritation.
“Okay. One week, seven days. Not bad, I can do that.” You voice your thoughts out loud unknowingly. You see him check his phone, “I have to go. We can talk about this later.”
“Thats it? You're just leaving again? Dropping this on me?” You stand up, following him to the front door
“In case you weren't aware, I still have a company to run. Trust me I'm not thrilled about this at all, so don't get it twisted.” He says, looking down at you.
“Fuck you.”
He scoffs at you, “You’re fucking ridiculous.” he mutters before walking down to his car. You watch him for a moment before slamming the front door behind you. The pain in your chest doesn't go away, even when you tuck Layla in for bed that night.
-
“Holy shit–Yeah, you might actually be fried,” Sunghoon says, not bothering to ask before sitting down at his desk across from him. “What does that even–” Jake mutters, running his hand through his hair. Attention that was once on the laptop before him gone.
“All I'm saying is that this is not good, I mean when was the last time you two were actually together for more than one hour?” He doesn't respond
“Exactly.”
“I still haven't told her about the room situation.” Sunghoon laughs at that.
“So what? You’re just going to sleep in the same bed together” Jake nods, rubbing his eyebrows in thought “You gonna be able to resist then?”
“What do you mean–”
“You know exactly what I mean. Let's not forget the fact that every woman you’ve been mildly interested in represents her in at least one way.” Sunghoon says, bluntly.
Jake looks down at his computer, not even bothering to argue because it's true. He made sure of it.
“I don't know, okay?” he finally says, that makes Sunghoon do a double take
“Shit. I wasn’t expecting you to admit it.”
“Its not fair. Nothing about this is fair to her, to me. I just wish they would fucking stay out of it.” He mutters, almost to himself. Thinking back to when he first met you, he couldn't deny the immediate attraction he felt, but it all felt like this was just another thing given by his parents, you were just a task, a duty he had to fulfill.
“It’s going to be torture. Having to put up that front, that everything is okay. Making it believable to all of them. When this whole situations fucked up.” Jake says, standing up, looking down at the city from his office window.
“I can’t say I understand it man, but if I was you, I'd meet up with her. Tell her how it’s going to go, I mean.. maybe she won't make it a big deal, right?” Sunghoon suggests, shrugging.
Sunghoon also doesn't know you as well as he does.
—“No, I dropped her off an hour ago.” You put your phone on speaker before setting it down on the bathroom counter.
“So you’re home right now?” Jake asks, you roll your eyes.
“Why?”
“Just answer the question.”
“Mhm, I'm working from home.” you say, trying on some designer dress you bought specifically for Italy.
And yes, obviously you would be excited to go, It’s not like you actually have to be with Jake the whole time anyway. You can spend some time by yourself, or with Layla.
You slip off your bra, the braless look is better for this type of dress anyway. “-outside”
“huh?” you ask, completely forgetting you were on the phone. “Im outside” He says like its the most normal thing
“Wait what-” You look at yourself in the mirror and then back at your phone “Im at the door y/n, let me in.”
“Fuck, fuck–shit” you hiss
“What, do you have someone you don't want me seeing?” That pisses you off even more. You storm downstairs, swinging the front door open with an irritated look on your face.
His gaze drops to your feet, the miss matched socks, to the extremely short, almost see through dress, to your face, and then the messy pony tail on your head.
“Playing dress up huh?” He says, walking in. You scoff before shutting the door, watching as he walks into your living room and sits on your couch.
“What are you doing here? I already said Layla was at pre school.” You walk to the living room, standing in front of him “I need to talk to you about Italy.”
“Okay what about it?” you ask, attitude leaking from your tone. “And aren't you supposed to be at work?” You look down at him, his outfit, black dress pants, to the white button up.
“No, meeting got cancelled.” Even if he was the one to cancel it himself. He decided to come straight here after talking to Sunghoon.
“Okay, spit it out then.” You cross your arms over your chest, he lets out a quiet chuckle. God, you need to be put in your place so bad sometimes.
“I tried requesting a separate room, but my parents found out about it.” He says, casually unbuttoning his shirt collar “So what the hell are you trying to say?”
“You know exactly what I'm saying y/n.” He runs his hand down his face “Look– its one fucking week okay? Just play the part–”
“Of the perfect wife. Right.” You don't even bother sitting next to him. “We don't even have to talk to each other, I mean– when we get there we obviously have to see my mother and father, maybe the partners from America.”
He pulls out his phone “Great.” You watch him scroll through it. “This is a pretty big fucking deal for us y/n. Not everything is about you okay? You knew what you were doing the second you signed that contract five years ago.”
He stands up, gripping his phone tighter than normal in his hand. You open your mouth to speak–close it.
Jake immediately regrets his choice of words, of course you didn't know it would end up like this– separated family, separate houses–
“Y/n–” He drops his head, biting his lip in concentration “Get out Jake.” You watch the way his eyebrows furrow. You two stay there like that for a moment, in a silence, before he turns away from you. You only look at him when he speaks, his voice rough.
“I’ll message you more details later.” He says, shutting the front door behind him. You scoff, sitting down where he just was, trying to keep your cool, even if the very thing you want to do right now is slap his stupidly perfect face.
-
You refused to take his offer of being driven to the airport, which was probably really stupid considering you were literally going to ride in his private plane, While also staying with him in Italy, while playing the part of his wife.
So obviously you wanted to hang on to your last ounce of dignity, even if paying for parking at the airport was definitely avoidable.
You look for the woman that Jake said to follow once you got to the airport. Spotting her immediately since she stood out, young, pretty.
You recognized her from when you were dragged to past work events, ones that you left 30 minutes into after making your appearance as Jake's “wife”.
“Mrs. Sim,” She nods at you, offering to take your bags. “Thank you.” You reply shortly, falling into step beside her as she leads you to the plane, the very spacious one to be exact, from the brown leather reclining seats, to the marble accented ceilings.
You spot Layla immediately, she's sitting next to a man you recognize, Park Sunghoon. He's smiling down at something she said, holding one of her barbies in his hand. The woman next to you stares at him for a moment before facing you.
“Mr. Sim is talking to the Pilot, he wanted me to let you know this is your seat as well” She points to the window seat, among the many other ones, ah–so he's assigning shit to you now.
You set your bag down on it before walking over to Layla, “Hi angel” You smile down at her, her eyes lighting up the second she sees you “Mommy!” She yells in a high pitched tone, standing up in the seat and holding her arms out, you take her in your arms, hugging her back.
“Nice to see you too, Mrs. Sim” Sunghoon says with a smirk, the tone he uses for your name hitting a nerve only someone as cocky as him could.
“You as well, Park.” Layla twirls a strand of your hair, before wiggling out of your arms, a sign she wants to be put down.
“Here you go Miss. Layla” Sunghoon hands her the fairy barbie in his hand, eyes looking past you to the woman you were talking to earlier..
You turn around, taking Layla to your seat.
Jake comes through the Pilots cabin shortly after, glancing down at you, his eyes softening when he looks at Layla beside you.
He stops at where Sunghoon and the other woman are sitting across from each other, both with their laptops out.
“You two do realise you don't have to work while we're on the plane. Save it for when we actually get to Milan.” He sighs,
“I just like to stay ahead.” The woman says, “Let's just say I'm feeling motivated.” Sunghoon adds, eyes not living Jake's other employee. “Yeah– okay, just don’t kill eachother.”
He rolls his eyes, walking back over to where you and Layla sit, you give her the tablet you occasionally let her use, along with her pink unicorn headphones, she happily takes it, leaning against your arm.
Your hand mindlessly brushes through her hair as Jake loosens his tie, his blazer discarded already. You look down at your outfit, a pair of nice fitted jeans, silk blouse, before looking back at him.
“Whats up with those two?” You ask, nodding behind you to where Sunghoon and Jake's other coworker sit. “Ever since I hired her, Sunghoon has had this– inferior complex thing going on.” He sighs, leaning against the cushioned plane seat.
“When they work together, they definitely get shit done, but when they argue it's annoying as hell.” Jake says bluntly, glancing down at Layla, whose focus is on her tablet.
“Oh, I see.” You reply quietly, looking out the window as the plane begins rolling for take off.
-
After an extremely long flight, and parting ways with Jake's coworkers, you finally arrive at his parents' estate in Milan.
“Just play the part” He nods at you, moving to open the car door and get Layla from the backseat. You two don't even have a chance to mentally prepare yourself when you walk in, to see Jake's mother and father both at the door.
Ignoring you and Jake, their focus immediately goes to your daughter “Princess!” His mother says, Layla skips over to her, giving her a hug, “Grandma! Grandpa! I missed you” She says, voice filled with joy, something that both you and Jake can't mirror no matter how hard you try.
His parents finally look at the two of you, “Nice to see you y/n.” His mother says, you smile tightly. “I need to talk to you son, it's about the partners from America.” His father says, giving Jake a pointed look, he fixes his posture, looking at you for a split second before following his father to his study.
“Mommy, you and Daddy will still come and see me right?” Layla looks up at you, eyes wide and childlike.
“Of course sweetheart, we just have important stuff to take care of” You smile down at her, before looking at Jake's mother for a split second, if you looked a little longer you would see the brief concern across her face.
She has no right to feel concerned for you though, considering she's one of the reasons you're here in the first place.
Jake shuts the door behind him, following his father to his desk in the center of the room. “My assistant got the dates wrong for when you were supposed to come.” His father says, eyebrows furrowed in frustration.
“What do you mean she ‘got it wrong’? You couldnt have let me know that before I flew my fucking family out?” Jake says, irritation written all over his face.
“I would have, if I knew. Park Jongseong landed a few hours after you, trust me this isn't ideal for either of us.”
“I need you to go to the Park international office headquarters before you and y/n head where you are staying. He expects you to be there, not for long, just to confirm meetings and etcetera.” His father says, leaning against the desk.
“This is a fucking mess.” Jake groans, running his hand through his hair. “Just get this done, there's going to be issues bigger than this when you actually fully take over the company son, take care of it.”
For some reason, that makes Jake even more upset. Hes fully aware of how this all ends up becoming his responsibility, hell, his whole fucking life has revoled around it, just a bunch of deals, negotiations, arrangements.
“I’ll handle it.” Jake straightens moving to the door, not looking back at his father as he approaches you.
“We need to go.” he looks at you for a brief second before he faces his mother and Layla in her arms. “Bye angel, mommy and daddy will come see you later this week okay?” His voice is gentle when talking to her
“Okay!” She says cheerfully, playing with Jake's mother's expensive diamond necklace, His mother leans up to press a kiss to his cheek, “Drive safe okay?” His mother says, giving him a look of warning.
“I know.” He sighs, walking towards the door, you give Layla one more kiss on her head before following him. Somehow it feels like all of this is a bad decision.
“Where are we going.” It's not a question, it's something you're demanding to know as he pulls out of the stone driveway of his parents estate.
You look at him, his tense jaw, to his hands that are gripped on the steering wheel dangerously tight. “The Park International Office.” He replies back, eyes not leaving the road. “Okay, drop me off before then.”
“No.”
You scoff, looking at him in disbelief “Why the hell not?” you ask, irritation leaking in your tone. The same tone he recognizes so well from when you two actually used to live together, even before you were pregnant with Layla.
“The faster we get this over with, the better.” His voice is stern, unmoving. “Fine. Don't expect me to be all enthusiastic and shit to meet your fancy clients.” You add a mocking flare to the last words, this time he actually looks at you, disbelieving.
“Gosh– I forget how fucking bratty you get.” He says, slight amusement leaking from his voice.
“Can’t forget how much of an asshole you are.” you reply back, rolling your eyes. He pushes his tongue against his cheek, gripping the steering wheel harder.
As he puts the car into park, taking off his seatbelt, he pulls his black framed glasses from the center console, putting them on. You try not to notice the way they sit perfectly on his nose bridge.
“Just play the part.” He says low, opening the door, walking over to open yours but you already got out the second he did. You smooth down your silk blouse, he reaches to hook his arm around yours but you pull back.
“Y/n.” you let out an annoyed sound before taking his arm, the touch foreign, yet almost comforting in a way you don't want to admit.
You see Sunghoon and Jake's other coworker once you enter the building, both with irritated looks on their faces as if they were arguing before falling into step beside Jake.
Sunghoon smirks down at you, before looking at Jake with his brow raised in a knowing look. You watch everyone's eyes follow a man, black hair, sharp features, even sharper jawline as he approaches you.
Jakes hand rests low on your waist, you feel the heat radiation off his palm through your shirt.
“Mr, and Mrs. Sim” He nods politely at you, before doing the same to Jake's coworkers out of respect.
Jake nods back “Mr. Park.” He nods back, you cant help but notice how the man in front of you also looks like he doesn't want to be here.
You stay by Jake's side, even as the man you now recognize as Park Jongseong speaks business, the woman from the plane writing down things on a glass clipboard, while Sunghoon joins the conversation with them.
You sigh, slightly annoyed, your performative exterior crumbling the longer you have to stand by his side.
What felt like hours, but was most likely only 30 minutes of having to perform as his ‘perfect little wife’ you two finally got to the place you were staying, an extremely nice estate, it was almost like a penthouse, overlooking the water.
You still don't understand why you and Jake couldn't have stayed at his parents estate, but you guess this is what everyone insisted on.
You shove past him to get in the room, ignoring the way he glares daggers at the back of your head, only to pause when you reach the bedroom.
He follows after you, letting one of the room service workers bring in your stuff. You both freeze, staring at the bed.
The rose petals covering the white comforter, you feel your cheeks flush when they land on the condoms, assorted to make some sort of heart on the nightstand, you quickly move, opening the drawer to shove them inside of it only for your whole body to still.
“What the fuck–” Your eyes meet a pair of handcuffs, next to them, a bottle of unopened lube.
You swear your whole body is on fire, “I-Is this some kind of like– sex resort?” You turn to Jake, gaping at him.
He looks like he's at a loss for words, hand clutched tight around the suitcase handle. You move past him to the room service workers who are bringing in your stuff.
“Hi, sorry, I think we have the wrong room, I'm confused with all the–stuff laying around.” You can't help the slight tremble in your voice, the woman unloads your suitcase off the carrier, before standing straight.
“Ma’am, this was booked specifically with the additions to it.” She says warily.
Jake follows out the bedroom, realisation dawning. Sunghoon.
He should have known better than to have the idiot be the one to book where to stay.
“Shit.” He mutters, before looking at the woman, and the other two who helped bring your stuff up here
“You may leave, Thank you.” He hands her handfull of money, you couldn't see how much, but from the slightly shocked look on her face, you knew it was more than needed.
The door shutting behind them, leaving you and Jake in a penthouse in Italy, alone.
One that practically screamed sex, you crossed your arms over your chest, giving him that look.
“Sunghoon booked it. I was busy with meetings– Fuck, I knew I shouldnt have let him.” He takes off his glasses rubbing the bridge of his nose in irritation.
“God, of course he would do something like this.” You look around, besides the..stuff, it was a really nice place, probably the nicest you could have gotten, but that was expected with how wealthy he was.
You sigh, not looking back before walking towards the bedroom to unpack your things.
His eyes follow you, trailing a path down your body, the way your jeans cling to your hips, swaying in a way that could make any man weak.
Example being the way some of the men in Park Jongseongs office eyed you down.
You looked around the room- hell, Even the bathroom held the same aura as the bedroom, built for something intimate.
The shower lining the back, completely open, besides the glass in the middle, one shower head on the left, and one on the right, a fair distance away from each other, the dark tile made it feel even more dangerous.
This whole place was just one big temptation, with Jake being the center of it all.
-
For being in the same penthouse as him, it was surprisingly easy to avoid each other. He mentioned something about Sunghoon, and this and that, in which you were half listening, half trying to ignore the way his short sleeved button up fit him.
There must be something in the air, there's stuff for that right? Perfume that makes you obnoxiously horny. Because that's the only reasonable explanation.
You finish blow drying your hair, running the detangling oil through it, the one that smells like fruits.
Checking the time, 9:48. Layla is probably already asleep, you open your phone, checking for any notifications, a part of you already knows who you're looking for.
“Im so fucked.” Jake groans, hair messy, glasses forgotten, the first few buttons on his shirt open, his tone chest revealed.
He takes the drink the bartender offered him, her hand grazing his at the exchange, Jake doesn't even notice it.
Sunghoon raises a brow at his state, looking at the woman behind the counter now serving a group of girls vodka shots.
The music isn't too loud, considering he specifically wanted a bar that wasn't meant for too much partying.
Jake looks around, the couples sitting down, happy, intertwined.
“Like I said, you just need some pussy.” Sunghoon mutters causally, looking as composed as ever.
“Yeah, hers.” Jake mumbles, making Sunghoon laugh, actually fucking laugh in his face. “I take it back, no amount of pussy is gonna save your ass.”
“Fuck Hoon– they even put flowers on the bed. Don’t even get me started on the handcuffs either.” Jake rubs his temple in irritation.
“Hey, it took some real convincing to get them to go all in with the kinky shit.” Sunghoon raises his hands in defense, like that makes it any better.
“What makes you think I even–”
“Trust me, I know. Real recognizes real.” He says through a smirk. Jake can't help but let out a huffed chuckle, filled with amusement, and also disbelief.
“You know, this is honestly your fault.” Jake levels his gaze, downing the rest of his drink.
“You sure you don’t just need someone to blame for your heart throbbing obsession with your baby mama?” Sunghoon says through that shit eating grin he wears when he knows he's right. I mean hell, he might just be.
Jake shakes his head, trying to get rid of any irrational thoughts, focusing on the truth, you want nothing to do with him in that way.
You probably hated him, most likely wouldn’t even be talking to him if it werent for Layla.
“Alright prove it then.” Sunghoon says, challenging. Jake raises a brow suspiciously, “That bartender right there in the tiny shorts, she's been eyeing you this whole time. You were too busy sulking about how much you want to fuck y/n to notice.” Sunghoon pauses for a moment, watching as Jake looks at the woman, her eyes locked on his before turning back to him.
“Flirt back, see where that leads you.” Sunghoon finished, downing the rest of his drink.
Jake chuckles, although there's no amusement filled in it, just straight up boredom. “Im not flirting with her, let alone fucking her.” Jake says, voice low.
Sunghoon's eyes light up immediately, victory gleaming in them. “Knew it.” He shakes his head, knowingly.
He opens his mouth to speak, but closes it as his screen lights up with a notification. Jake watches as Sunghoon picks up his phone, reading whatever it is, typing, sending, and standing up.
“We’ve been here for less than 24 hours and you already found someone?” Jake asks, a tone of exhaustion.
“You already know it.” Sunghoon offers a playful wink, shoving his phone in his pocket. “Don’t forget about the meeting we have with Park Jongseong either, The Prada ambassadors are also attending.” Jake says sternly, his voice he uses for business coming out.
“Yes, sir.” Sunghoon chuckles, leaning against the stool for a second “You good for tonight though?” he asks, slight concern around the edges.
“Yeah, I'm fine. I'm headed back soon anyway.” Jake says, giving him a tight smile, Sunghoon watches him for a moment, before parting ways.
Jake stays for about five more minutes before standing up and walking back to the penthouse– to you.
He's always been good about handling his alcohol, plus he didn't have much to drink anyway. So when you hear the sound of the door being unlocked, shut, and footsteps coming to the bedroom, you attempt to put on the facade of being fast asleep.
He walks in, closing the bedroom door shut behind him, eyes immediately on you, curled into the sheets like it was natural.
He doesn't know what comes over him when he walks over to your side of the bed, wanting to get a closer look at you, because it's been so.. so long since hes seen you like this.
He can't help himself when he brushes a finger over your cheek, it takes everything in you to stop your body from reacting.
“What are you doing to me..” He whispers, low, that you almost couldn't hear it. The slight smell of the crisp fresh air, his signature cologne, and faint alcohol lingering off of him.
He steps back immediately, touch gone from your skin, like you burned him, or like realisation finally dawned.
You don't open your eyes yet, You listen to the sound of his footsteps, descending away from you, moving to the bathroom.
You let out a breath, the one you've been holding ever since he opened the bedroom door, your heart beating rapidly, in a way it did when the boy you had a crush on in high school glanced your way. Childish, stupid.
The shower feels big, empty, even more so as the cold water hits his skin repeatedly, hardly helping with the burning of his body, or the way his dick throbs the second you invade his thoughts without permission, again.
He’s fucking pathetic, you have every right to hate him.
In this moment of him being alone, surrounded by the dark, the dimmed lights illuminating the cold bathroom, all he can think about is how he would do anything to go back in time.
Put his fucked up pride to the side, anything to not be in this situation right now, with this need– not just for anyone, not for some random woman, but for you.
Because it's something about you, not just because of Layla, not because you’re ‘forced’ to be in each other's presence, he can't deny it anymore.
He can’t deny that he’s utterly obsessed with you, and absolutely fucked. Just like Sunghoon said.
-
Falling asleep last night might have been one of the hardest things, considering you could practically feel the heat radiating off his body the second he slipped in the bed with you.
You stayed turned so you were facing the large balcony slide door, watching the moonlight seep in.
You didn't want it to affect you this much, but somehow it still did. So after finally getting the strength to get up, and get ready for the day, because you might as well attempt to enjoy being here in Italy.
You see Jake, standing up at the edge of the counter, taking a sip of some expensive coffee.
“Took you long enough.” He tries, and fails to hide the way his eyes roam down your body, the way the floral dress clings to you, it could be considered modest, but the way it hugs your curves, makes him think things he probably shouldn't.
You raise your brow in question, closing the distance to make yourself coffee as well. He places a mug in front of you instead, catching you off guard.
You turn to look at him, eyes scanning his face, the glasses sitting on top of his head to the rather simple outfit he's sporting today.
“Whats with you, do you want something?” You ask skeptically.
Fuck yeah he wants something, preferably you though, sitting on his face perchance?
“Am I not allowed to make coffee for the mother of my child?” He turns fully, using the counter as support to lean against.
You level your eyes even more, “I was going to head to the estate, see Layla, maybe we can take her out for the day.” He takes another sip of his coffee, brushing past you to place the mug in the sink.
“Together?” You ask suspiciously, confusion settling in your tone. “Yes y/n, together.” He says like it's the most obvious thing. Like you two do this all the time, when in reality you don’t even remember the last time he suggested something like this, if he even did.
“I mean we're both here, she's always going on about how she wants us both.” He offers lightly, watching the way your face softens.
“Okay then, for Layla.” You clarify, taking a sip of the coffee he prepared for you, the rich taste settling just right.
“We also have dinner in 2 days with Park Jongseong and his girlfriend.” He adds in casually. Washing the mug off in the sink.
Your brain pauses for a moment, processing what just came out of his mouth. “Knew you wanted something.” You chuckle, but it's humorless.
“Its one fucking dinner y/n.” he turns, facing you. “Yeah, and a whole week of being here, stuck with you.”
He opens his mouth to speak, closes it. “We can talk about this later. Right now let's focus on Layla.”
He says it like he's being the bigger person here. As if he's not dropping things on you left and right, and that irritates you even more.
But you don’t fight it, because a part of him is right, you two can stop your bickering for a few hours to spend time with your daughter.
-
“The purple one?” Layla asks, looking up at you, than at Jake, you glance down at the gelato in front of you, “One lavender please” You smile at the man behind the counter as he scoops it into a cone, “One lavender Gelato for you” He hands it to her, her eyes lighting up as she takes it,
“Anything for the happy couple?” He asks, eyes darting between you and Jake, you don't notice the way he stills beside you. “Can I get the Raspberry please?” The kind man nods, handing you the cone, some of it dripping on your hand due to the warm weather.
“Ill take the salted caramel” He pays for it, walking on the other side of Layla, “Should we sit at the table?” You ask Layla, looking down at her as she tries to keep up with the steps you and Jake take, her pigtails swaying with her, you smile at how happy she is.
“Yes!” Jake helps her up, taking the seat next to her, you settle for the one across from them.
Jake smiles at Layla, as she goes on about something related to her toys, and how ‘Hoon’ needs to come back and play as the fairy doll again, his eyes go to you, the light pink gelato dripping down your hand, the way your tongue darts out to lick it off.
It's like his body reacts before his mind does, he reaches over, swiping his thumb across the bottom of your lip, the gelato that dripped being cleaned up.
You freeze, eyes immediately on him. He retracts his hand immediately, “Sorry– you had something-” He stops talking when the sound of his phone cuts through, picking it up and reading whatever is on his screen.
“Are you done, Lay?” Jake looks down at Layla beside him, she nods, “Let me guess, you have somewhere to be?” You ask unsurprising.
“Its Park Jongseong and the Prada ambassadors— nevermind” He replies blandly, standing up and helping Layla, you chuckle, but not in amusement, or in surprise, because you knew this was going to happen anyway.
“Come on Lay, you know..” You smile down at her, before looking up at him, a certain glint in your eyes. “Daddy apparently has better things to do.”
You can feel his eyes boring into you, you don't look at him when you stand up and hold her hand. Who cares if it's childish, or bratty, you’re right anyway.
“I love you angel, be good okay?” You press a light kiss to Layla's forehead, Jake gives her a hug, before heading to the front door, you offer a tight smile to his mother before following after him.
You don't bother looking at him, or trying to talk to him once you're both in the car. You watch as Sunghoon’s name flashes across the screen, a call.
Jake looks at you for a second, before hesitantly pressing accept. “Final fuckingly man, had me thinking you actually got some–” “You’re on speaker Sunghoon.” Jake cuts through his words.
“Oh shit.. Uh– hey y/n” you can practically see the fake concern on his face. Jake sighs, urging him to continue
“Right so, Park Jongseong’s assistant said the Prada ambassadors are already at his office, they're just waiting on us.” Jake bites down on his lip, hard. “Fuck– okay, tell them ill be there shortly.”
“I got you, don’t get too distracted..” Sunghoon says through a chuckle before hanging up. You feel a slight blush coat your cheeks at that, turning your head more towards the window to avoid Jake's gaze.
Every few minutes, he can't help when his eyes shift to you, the faint sunkissed glow coating your skin, the way your dress clings to your body–
You regret the way you acted earlier, it was a little bratty, and petty..but then again you've always been, at least according to him.
He puts the car into park, unlocking the door, you don't say anything but before you step out, you turn your face towards him.
“About earlier.. It was uncalled for, I understand you’re busy, I shouldn't have said that in front of Layla.” You bite on your lip nervously, a habit he's noticed since the day your parents introduced the two of you.
He raises a brow, a playful smirk on his face “Are you apologizing?” He asks, eyeing you up and down
“What– I mean.. I-” You stumble over your words, making him let out an amused laugh “It’s fine y/n. I know I'm not the best..” He pauses, looking down for a split second to think of the right word “..arrange..ment.” he cringes at the end,
“I try for Layla, even with the shit from the company piling up.” His hand rests steady on the steering wheel, You watch his face, his eyes, taking in the sincerity.
“You’re a good father, Jake.”
You don't try to put on a forced smile, before stepping out of the car fully, shutting the door behind you, the second you're out of sight he buries his face in his hands, letting out a strangled groan. God– you’re killing him, so fucking slowly.
-
“Fuck– Ive been wanting to do this for so long” Jake says through a groan, pounding ruthlessly into you. You mutter something back, face buried into the soft pillows beneath you, not even caring about the saliva coming out of your mouth from how hard he’s fucking you.
“Want me to fill this pretty pussy up again?” he leans down, pulling your hair back to expose your neck, hips slamming into you, making your back arch against his chest. You're a moaning mess under him, his teeth nip below your ear, his free hand holding your hip, grounding you as his thrusts grow sharper—
Jake freezes at the door of the bedroom as soon as he opens it, eyes wide looking at you, the sheets tangled around the ends of your feet, almost your whole body exposed, the oversized T-shirt you're wearing ridden up to reveal a glimpse of your underboob, your light pink sleep shorts practically sticking to your core, a faint outline of your pussy visible even through the clothing layers with how wet you seem to be.
Theres no fucking way–
A whine escapes your lips, or was it a moan? He can't help but step closer, lingering at the edge of the bed, your body squirms, thighs squeezing together in a poor attempt to satisfy the throbbing heat between your legs.
The smell of you so fucking delicious, clouding his senses. He almost feels sorry for you, gosh you must be desperate if you're having a wet dream in the middle of your shared bed with him. You let out another small noise, or was it a word?
He brings his finger up, gently swiping away a bead of sweat from above your eyebrow, trailing down your arm, lightly over the curve of your exposed hip, leaning closer to hear you better
“J-Jake..” You whisper, barely audible, he stills, stepping back, running a hand through his hair.
Fuck this is wrong.. This is so, so wrong, He looks down at you again, biting his lip in thought.
He ultimately grabs the sheet, bringing it up from your feet to cover your body, trying to ignore the heat of your skin.
This cannot be real. He glances down at you one more time before going to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him with a soft click, leaning against it.
Letting the cool crisp air swallow him, anything to get rid of what he's feeling right now. He looks down, the hard bulge now clearly visible in his pants.
Bringing his hand down to palm himself through them, he hisses at the contact, how sensitive he is right now.
He wastes no time unbuttoning his shirt, discarding his pants and underwear next, stepping inside of the big shower, cool tile against his feet, he turns on the water, the warmth coating his skin.
The water drips down his body, he lifts a hand to steady himself against the black tile wall, bringing his other down to wrap around his thick cock, practically standing on its own, tip angry and red from how much he's neglected his own pleasure.
Pumping his fist once, a bead of pre cum slips out of the slit, mixing with the warm shower water as it drains beneath his feet.
“Fuck..” He groans, fucking into his fist faster, leaning his head back as the water falls onto his face, his mouth hangs open, he closes his eyes, trying to imagine what you were thinking about, fuck his name sounds so pretty coming from your mouth, especially like that.
His groans grow more ragged as he strokes himself faster, “y/n..” he bites his lip, hard enough to draw blood as his warm cum spurts out, coating the dark tile wall, dripping down, making a mess on his hand, he looks down, eyebrows furrowed as he attempts to milk every last drop, watching as the water washes it away.
He lets out a breathless chuckle, almost pitying himself and this whole situation.
The next morning you woke up to an empty bed, the bright sun shining in through the sheer curtains illuminating the bedroom.
Even in the shower as the warm water hits your skin, you couldn't shake the dream you had last night, how real it felt, the way he spoke, the way he touched you– the closeness of it all, so vividly in your reach.
You decided, well actually you were technically forced to use this day for yourself.
He was working. In all honesty, he didn't have to, but being with you again, alone, was killing him.
You were enjoying yourself, as one would do in Italy of all places, soaking in the warm sun on the balcony, book in hand when you got the text, the one that made your phone vibrate a little too loudly against the glass side table.
Something about it already told you it wasn't going to be good.
Jake: Client dinner tonight with Park Jongseong and his girlfriend. 7:00. Your dress is being dropped off now. I’ll be there at 6:45 to pick you up. Clean up for me, yeah?
You read the message once, twice, practically hearing the smugness in his voice at the last few words.
You type out a reply, delete it. He smirks down at his phone, seeing that you read it was enough.
Exactly 30 minutes later, the same woman from the airplane stands at the front door of the penthouse, garment bag in hand.
“Thank you.” You give her a soft smile, one that she attempts to mirror back, handing the dress to you. “Mr. Sim informed me you had the jewelry you needed, but if you need me too I can arrange–”
“It's fine.” You reply back dryly, she pauses for a moment “God, Sorry I'm just stressed” You fold the dress over your arm.
“Thank you, and yes I have everything I need.” You say, breathing out. She offers a tight lipped smile, giving a polite nod before walking back towards the elevator, you shut the door once she's out of sight.
“Oh my gosh–” you gape at the dress, fully taking it out of the garment bag, laying on the bed before you.
The dark red contrasts with the white sheets, the cut a little too deep for something like this. You glance at the time on your phone, 5:26, if you start getting ready now you should be done before he gets here.. You bite your lip, contemplating. No harm in starting early, you have nothing to do in the meantime anyway.
“Y/n–” Jake's eyes trail down your body, shamelessly, like he has the right– “You look..”
“Dont.” You hold your hand up giving him an almost strict look, while also suddenly feeling conscious of how low cut the dress is, the silk material soft on your skin.
He lets out a breathless chuckle, eyes staying glued to your chest without you knowing before putting the car into drive.
Park Jongseong, or Jay, as his girlfriend called him came in shortly after you and Jake sat down, the restaurant had a warm glow to it, truly an elegant place.
His girlfriend had the most genuine smile on her face. The dinner was going smoothly, as anything work related with Jake could be until she asked a question that had both you and Jake tensing beside each other
“So, How long have you two been married?” She asks sweetly, genuine curiosity in her eyes, you look at Jake for a split second, missing the way Jay squeezes her thigh, “Um- well we-” Jake interrupts quickly
“We had Layla four years ago, so around that.. Time.” He says, clearing his throat. The conversation quickly switches thanks to Jay.
The ride back was quiet until Jake decided to open his mouth. “Do you think I was too obvious?” He asks, eyes on the thin road before him, you turn your head from the window, looking at him, analysing the nervous way he brings his lip between his teeth, the slight movement of his jaw.
“What? About how we’re not actually the perfect, happy family you seem to paint us as?” You ask, a surprising calmness in your voice.
He shoots you a look, eyes dropping to your lips for a split second, before looking away just as quickly.
You scoff, “Anyone with half a brain could see.”
“Fuck is that supposed to mean?” He pulls the car into park, looking at you, expecting an answer.
“Im not doing this tonight.” You reach to open the car door but he stops your hand, grip tight, not enough to hurt, but enough to assert something deep.
“No. Tell me what you mean.” You shake off his hand, the heat of it too much on your skin, praying that he didn't notice the way your pulse spiked the second his skin made contact with yours.
You sigh, facing him fully.
“You don't act like my husband Jake. You never have, anyone could see that. Honestly, we're practically strangers at this point, the only thing keeping us together is Layla.”
You pause, trying to point out whatever emotion is flashing behind his eyes before continuing with a sigh, “Our marriage is a mere title, so dont be fucking shocked when it becomes clear as day to everyone else.”
“Y/n—“ he starts but you’re already leaning away. He doesn't stop you when you open the door, shutting it a little too hard behind you as you make your way into the building, the sole of your heels digging into your feet in a way that makes you want to throw them on the ground.
Jake slams his hand down against the steering wheel, running a hand through his hair, he turns off the car, locking it behind him before following you, because no way in hell is he ending the night like that.
Your heart is racing when you shut the door behind you, all while resisting the urge to sink to the ground.
You take off your heels by the door, immediately removing the unnecessarily heavy jewelry from your neck and ears.
You hold your hand up to your chest, feeling the consistent beating of your heart. The familiar click of the door lets you know Jake just walked in.
You stand up quickly, moving to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you, acting as if it was another barrier between the two of you.
Without a thought you slip off the red silk from your body, letting it fall to the dark tiled ground. Walking into your side of the shower you turn on the water, letting it warm up enough till the steam is visible, you’re in need of anything to drown out how you're feeling right now, you step under it, letting the water fall into your hair, wetting your body, the steam clouds around you, almost creating a blanket in the open coolness of the bathroom.
You thread your fingers through your hair, letting the water seep into every bit of your scalp. The warm, dimmed light of the bathroom reflecting slightly off of the dark glossy tile wall before you.
Jake tosses his keys on the marbled counter, swinging open the bedroom door, only to find it empty.
The faint sound of water falling onto tile seeping out from under the bathroom door has his attention immediately.
He sits down on the edge of the bed, leaning against his knees.
God, he's going to regret this.
He stands up, taking off his tie with practiced ease, doing the same with his belt, untucking his white button up, and unbuttoning it halfway before opening the door to the bathroom, the fan does nothing to get rid of the steam filling the open space. The large glass wall is fogged up, he can almost see the outline of your silhouette if he squints.
You don't see him, or hear him, the only sound filling your ears being the water hitting your skin and the tile beneath your feet.
You turn to the side slightly, eyes closed, he traces the curve of your breast, swallowing before unbuttoning the other half of his shirt and discarding the rest of the clothes on the ground beside your dress.
He lets out a breathless chuckle, looking down at his flushed dick practically standing on its own from how fucking hard he is.
Jake steps in, turning on the shower head a few feet away from you, the new heat bringing a fresh cloud of steam to cover you.
He doesn't look at you as he steps under the water, letting it wet his hair. You watch him, a slightly stunned expression on your face “Jake–” The word comes out breathless, almost pathetic.
He chuckles low. “Y/n.” He glances in your direction, eyes staying on your face.
The awareness kicks in, that you're in the shower alone, with only a few feet of distance between the two of you.
You can't help your eyes, you really tried, but they trail down his body, his toned form.
Fuck, hes definitely been working out.
Your eyes ultimately land on his cock, watching the way the water drips down his body. The wetness forming between your legs has nothing to do with the shower water falling on your body, and everything to do with him.
He notices you looking, even with the barrier of steam between the two of you.
He doesn't bother turning off his shower head, closing the space between the two of you. His hand reaches out, not touching yet. Completely lost in the moment.
You let out a noise, it was supposed to be a word, maybe for him to stop?
No, it was definitely for him to keep going. When he speaks it comes out rough, uncontrolled, so different from how he speaks to everyone else. “Strangers huh?” You don't meet his gaze.
He brings his hand to your chin, forcing you to look in his eyes, his thumb swipes over your bottom lip, your mouth opening almost on command.
His cock jumps at the sight. The warm water soaks through your hair, the sensation of it forgotten with this new heat before you.
“Do strangers do this?” He brings his hand down, tracing your collar bone with his finger, you shudder at the touch.
He smirks at the way you're body reacts to his featherlight touches.
You gasp when his finger circles around your nipple smoothly. “Fuck, these tits are perfect” He brings his other hand up, repeating the motion on the other side.
You shudder, letting out a breathless sound, your nipples hardening from his teasing touch. “You’re sensitive huh?” He chuckles down at you, nudging his cock against your stomach.
“Shut up..” You’re cut off when he gives both of your nipples a firm pinch. “When was the last time someone touched you like this?” He asks, voice low, only for you to hear even though you’re alone.
He brings one of his hands lower, just past your belly button, pausing for an answer. You shake your head, closing your eyes.
“Come on mama, give me words.” He encourages sweetly even as his cock jumps at the sight of you before him like this.
“Not since you.” You whisper so low the sound of the shower water covers it. He shakes his head, inching down lower, cupping your soaking heat in the palm of his hand, you let out a moan, reaching both hands out, grabbing his veiny forearm to steady yourself.
He slowly rocks his palm against you. “Say that again.” He presses harder, reaching around to tilt your head back so he can really see.
“I said, not since you.” He lets out a sound that you definitely aren't mistaking as a moan.
“Fuck–” He bites back his words, hand still cupping you, your juices leaking past his fingers, blending with the warm water pooling beneath you both.
“So this whole time..” He pauses, removing his hand from your heat, earning a whimper from you, "..you've had nothing but these.”
He lifts your right hand up, brushing over your middle and ring finger, the touch gentle.
You nod, a slight blush creeping up your face, a part of you would feel a little embarrassed, maybe ashamed if not for the situation right now.
“Show me.” He urges, bring your hand down, he backs you up a few inches until your back is flushed against the cool tile walls, the warm water contrasting,
“You have to do it too then..” You look down at his cock, veins prominent, tip aching. He follows your gaze, smirking.
You two match each other's pace, you spread your legs ever so slightly, the best you can for standing up, rubbing small circles on your sensitive bud, the feeling even more exhilarating with him watching you so intently.
The little ‘ah’ sounds you’re letting out sending pulses straight to his dick. He brings his own hand down, swiping his thumb over the slit of his cock. Mouth hanging open as he wraps his hand around the base.
You feel yourself get even more wet at the sight, the desperate huffs he's letting out, his eyes don't know what to focus on, ultimately landing on your pussy when you push one of your small fingers in, the squelching noise so clear above everything else, he lets out a groan, a bead of pre cum leaking from his tip.
“Let me taste you” He breathes out, hand stopping your wrist. You freeze, looking up at him “Please..I- fuck, I need to.”
He brings your fingers up to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick before sucking them clean, the sight alone draws a wrecked sound from you.
“Jake..” You whisper out, dragging your fingers out of his mouth, smearing them on his chin, he looks so pathetic like this.
He reaches beside you, turning down the pressure of the water before lowering himself to the ground, his eyes never leave yours.
He lifts one of your legs, pressing a light kiss on your inner thigh, trailing smaller kisses closer to where you need him most, he rests your leg on his bare shoulder, completely exposing you to him,
“You dont know how fucking bad ive wanted this y/n..” He whispers breath ghosting over your slick folds. “..how much I've craved this, even all those years ago.”
You bump your pussy against his face and he wastes no time licking a stripe from your hole to your clit, you arch against the cool tile wall, pressing yourself even more on his face, his hands travel up your body, cupping your ass in his hands, palming the soft flesh, bringing you impossibly closer.
He's completely lost in you, not letting a single drop of your arousal leak anywhere except in his mouth.
His nose nudges your clit every time he fucks his tounge into your hole, “Yeah.. fuck, f-feels so good..” You bring your hands up, lacing them in his wet hair.
He mumbles something back, the vibration making your hips jerk, he brings one of his hands down from your ass, sneaking it up to replace his tongue with two of his slender fingers, the new feeling so different from your own fingers.
He looks up at you, the way your head is thrown back against the cool wall, mouth hanging open, fuck you’re beautiful like this.
He latches his lips onto your aching clit, flicking it with his tongue as his fingers work your tight hole.
You tug his hair harder, encouraging him without words, his fingers inside of you curl just right, hitting a spot that has you seeing stars, he sucks even harder on your clit, feeling your walls flutter around his fingers, greedily sucking them in.
A moan, almost a scream escapes from your lips as a fresh round of juices flood out of you, soaking the lower half of his face, he greedily drinks everything you let out, not letting a drop go to waste.
He lowers your leg back on the ground, pressing a light kiss to your thigh before leaving wet ones up your body, kissing his way along your jaw, your cheeks, your lip–
He pauses when he feels your body tense against his. His lips less than an inch away from yours.
“Whats wrong–” He leans back slightly, eyes darting across your face “I..I cant” He tilts his head, hands still on your waist but a confused look washes over his face
"I'm not going to force you to do anything mama, but why?” He searches your eyes for an answer “Jake– we haven't even kissed since the wedding”
“Y/n, you just let me eat you out, which to be fair I would do it a thousand times more, but a kiss is too much for you?”
You bring your hands up, burying your face in them “Fuck, I know okay? We were just caught up in the moment–” You don't see it, but he's looking at you with genuine sadness, not because you won't go any further, but because you’re not even comfortable enough to do so,
“Baby-” he starts, bringing his own hand up to pull yours from your face but you stop him, moving around, too ashamed to even look in his eyes.
“We can just forget this happened okay?” His hands fall to his sides, “But-”
“Please, I–I can't go through it again.” Your voice cracks, a pain sharpening in your chest.
He opens his mouth to speak but you turn before he can, grabbing a towel from the nicely folded pile, the water feels cold now, almost limp as he stares at the spot you were just standing in.
He licks his lips, the faint taste of you still lingering.
He curses himself for acting on instinct, it was too fast and he knew it. But how couldn't he? You’re irresistible, the only constant desire in his life that never fades. So no, he's not just going to ‘forget this’.
He'd be stupid to.
-
You try to ignore Jake's eyes on you throughout the plane ride, focusing on anything except for him, whether it's Layla showing you something on her I pad, or Sunghoon and Jake's other coworker bickering over something useless.
It's best to just pretend like nothing happened, so treating him the exact same as you did before this trip is the best way to do that.
You grab your bag from the overhead bin, helping Layla put her dolls in her small backpack, moving to get off his plane without a word, when he grabs your wrist.
“Sunghoon.” He says, eyes not leaving yours for a second. Sunghoon closes the distance, “Take Layla to y/ns car.” he nods before picking her up, Jake's other coworker follows after.
You turn fully to look at him, arms crossed over your chest in annoyance. “What?”
“I’m not forgetting what happened.” His eyes drop to your lips, making it known he's looking.
“Well I am.” you try to reply calmly, composed. But there's a slight tremble in your voice, one that he doesn't miss. Something washes over his face.
He straightens his shoulders “Okay.” Is all he says before brushing past you, leaving you in the middle of the wide aisle.
Him with the last word, one that you're trying to make sense of. Because there was so much more hidden underneath it, a part of you doesn't even want to know.
You see Sunghoon crouching down to Layla's level, saying something that makes her giggle. He stands when he sees you, a cocky smirk plastered on his face.
“See you later Mrs. Sim.” You roll your eyes, opening the car door to help Layla get inside, closing it.
“Park.” You call out, Sunghoon stops, turning slightly with an eyebrow raised in question.
“Make sure he doesn't do anything reckless.”
He lets out a low chuckle, looking at the ground before his focus is back on you. “I can try, but I can’t promise anything.” Is all he says before offering his infamous wink, hands tucked nonchalantly in his suit pant pockets, walking away.
-
Everyone has different ways of coping, sulking around could be one.
But that was never something Jake found relieving. So here he is, at some club with none other than Park Sunghoon.
“You’ve got this sexy dad look about you..” Some girl, who he doesn't even remember the name of says, fingers brushing over the collar of his shirt along the thin silver chain that clings to his skin.
Jake's attention is brought back to her, she's a pretty girl, short black hair, but nothing she's saying is interesting to him.
She presses closer to him, purposely positioning her tits on his arm, teasing. She thinks she's being subtle but it's painfully obvious.
He looks over her shoulder, at the dance floor where Sunghoon has his hands on some blonde girl's waist as they practically dry hump each other.
He chuckles, the girl in front of him beaming proudly, thinking she's the one who made him laugh.
“Do you wanna maybe..” The girl leans in close, standing on her tip toes to reach his ear, lips grazing “..get out of here?”
He looks down at her, boredom plastered on his face. “No.” Is all he says, the girl raises her brow, offended.
Jake takes another sip of his drink, not even sure what one he's on. She scoffs, stepping back from pressing against him
“What do you mean ‘no’?” She asks accusingly. “No, as in I don't want you.” He states in an obvious tone.
Sunghoon curses under his breath whispering something into the ear of the woman he's dancing with before walking through the crowd effortlessly to get to him.
“Fucking—” She yells, a little too loudly, to the point where Sunghoon can hear it a few feet away, and heads are turning towards the scene.
Jake rolls his eyes, “Im not interested.” He shrugs, downing the rest of his drink, the girl straightens to say something else, but Sunghoon cuts in between the two.
“Alright, I think it's time for us to go!” He says a bit too energetically, hand resting on Jake's shoulder. The girl rolls her eyes “Your friends an asshole.” She mutters before walking away to go flirt with some other guy, Sunghoon turns, facing Jake completely now.
“What?” Jake asks, like it's completely normal.
“Dude, you were the one who said you ‘needed some pussy to take your mind off things’ and when a chick practically throws herself at you, literally by the way, you reject it?”
Sunghoon looks Jake up and down like a mad man, "She's not her.” Jake mutters, voice low, as if you could hear him talking right now.
Sunghoon chuckles, actually fucking chuckles at his state. “Oh I see, let me guess, you did some shit, right? Thought with your dick instead of your head?”
When he doesn't respond, Sunghoon laughs in his face. “I should’ve known, man.”
“I fucked it up.” Jake groans, running his hand through his tousled hair, down his face, the slight stubble that he let grow a few weeks after the Italy trip scratching his hand roughly.
“You didnt fuck her right?” Sunghoon asks, an unfamiliar seriousness in his voice. “What– thats” “Okay thats answer enough.”
“Maybe try actually sitting down, having a conversation?” Sunghoon suggests, trying his best with advice.
“She won't even look at me, and besides that she acts the same. But it fucking hurts.” Jake sighs, leaning against the bar counter.
Sunghoon watches him for a few seconds, making a ‘yikes’ face “Damn, you really got it bad huh?”
Jake pulls out his phone from his pocket, fingers finding their way to your contact, he clicks on the messages, the last thing in the chat being a photo of Him, Layla, and you eating Gelato in Italy together.
In the photo, someone might actually think he had the perfect family, beautiful wife, and daughter. If only they knew.
Jake types something, fumbling over the keyboard, Sunghoon looks down at the phone, eyes widening
“Absolutely fucking not.” He snatches the phone from Jake's hand earning a glare “I need to talk to her.” Jake says firmly.
“Not when you’re wasted like this” Sunghoon chuckles, tucking the phone in his own pocket. “Give me the fucking phone Hoon.”
“No, because you’re literally going to kill me tomorrow for letting you text her.” Sunghoon backs up a step, Jake takes a step forward.
“Or I could now for not letting me text her.” Jake levels his gaze on him, “Alright fine” He says finally, pulling out the phone from his pocket
“Let me do something first though” Jake watches as he types something random on his phone, multiple times before realising “You fucking–” Jake snatches his phone back,
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“Whoops” Sunghoon shrugs, before his attention is pulled from the same blonde girl from earlier tapping his shoulder, Jake watches as his flirty persona immediately makes a comeback
“Bathrooms empty if you wanna..” Jake blocks out the rest of the words, signaling the bartender to come over “Do you guys have a phone I could borrow?” He asks, genuine curiosity in his tone, the younger man nods, handing him one from the counter.
Sunghoons eyes turn back to Jake for a split second to see him dialing your number “Fuck– fuck, no.” He snatches the phone from him, cursing before turning to the girl he was just talking to,
“Gimme a few minutes okay baby?” Sunghoon says to the girl, she blushes and nods, his attention goes back to Jake and the phone immediately.
“Hello?” You say confused, sitting up in bed, trying to see if you heard the words right.. Maybe someone accidentally called your number?
Sunghoon curses, glaring at Jake who shrugs with a cocky shit eating grin on his face. “Yeah, hey Y/n.” Sunghoon says, defeat evident in his voice. “Park?” You ask, now fully seated up in your bed.
You turn up the volume, the faint sound of music and chatter in the back, but the sound of him bickering with someone covers most of it, you only catch every other word–”Give me–the phone!” You sigh
“Park what's going on?” You hear him groan on the other end, and persumabley Jake say something along the lines of “Fuck you”
“Sorry! Wrong number” Is all you hear before the line goes blank, you look down at your phone in confusion.
“Yeah, we're leaving now.” Sunghoon says, turning to the blonde girl who was definitely about to be his fuck for the night.
She looks up at him, hope gleaming in her eyes, but frowns when he says he has to go.
“You’re so fucking lucky to have me, I actually just saved your ass.” Sunghoon mutters, “Maybe I should just email her..” Jake contemplates, saying his thoughts out loud, tapping his screen to see there's 2 hours and 48 minutes left on his phone.
“Okay noted, take away the computer too.” Sunghoon shakes his head, chuckling.
-
Holy fuck. Is all you could think of when Jake answers his front door, grey sweatpants, and black fucking compression shirt out of all things on. Hair tousled, slick with sweat.
You should have known coming to drop off Layla in the morning wasn't a good move, especially since Sunghoon's car was also in the driveway.
He chuckles at your reaction, like he knows something you don't. “Daddy!” Layla says, practically jumping into Jake's arms as if she wasn't falling asleep in the car a few minutes ago.
You tighten your grasp on her light pink backpack, Jake moves for you to step in, “You missed me Princess?” He asks in a gentle tone.
You walk to the open kitchen, but pause when you see Sunghoon, dressed in familiar attire to Jake, pouring what is probably a protein shake into two different cups.
He doesn't look up to know it's you. “Hoon!” Layla wiggles out of Jake's arms, running over to Sunghoon who just laughs at her, “Mommy, can I have the mermaid doll please!” She asks, looking up at you with those adorable brown eyes, the ones that look just like Jakes.
You can't help the smile that lights up your face before getting them from her bag. She giggles before looking up at Sunghoon who sets down his shake.
“Well Miss. Layla, im ready when you are” He says, taking the doll from her and going to the living room where Jake has her toys set up.
Jake lets a small laugh slip at the interaction. You bring your attention back to him, his eyes take in your clothes, from the business pants, to the blazer that fits you all too well.
“Okay, um– don't forget she has ballet lessons twice a week.” You bite your lip, trying to conceal how fucking nervous hes making you right now.
I mean, who even looks that good after the gym, gosh you shouldn't be thinking like this right now. Especially with everything–
“Y/n.”
“No.” You feel your heart racing as the word comes out, “I haven't even said–” He starts “Jake.”
“mama, please let me talk to you..” He closes the distance between the two of you, you try not to show a reaction at the name, the one he called you that night, the night you can't seem to forget.
You peak over his shoulder to see Sunghoon sitting on the ground with Layla, playing with the dolls. “Not here, not when she can hear.” You say quietly.
He nods, walking upstairs to his office, catching Sunghoon's eye, who just cocks a brow at him.
“Okay, what's so important.” You shut the door behind you, watching as he leans over his desk, back to you.
He turns to face you, "I'm sorry for the other night, calling you like that was immature of me and as Layla's father I shouldn't have–”
“Yeah, I know.” You interrupt, crossing your arms over your chest.
“I'm trying to apologize here y/n.” He sighs frustratingly, as if this is some chore or task he has to do.
“No, you’re trying to make yourself feel better.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation, “You would think someone who was going to inherit a billion dollar company in the next year would know better, but no–”
“Im fucking trying here okay?!” He lowers his voice, trying to avoid getting into an argument loud enough for Layla to hear, even though the room is already noise cancelling.
“Thats the same shit ive heard since I was 13 years old y/n, its fucking drilled in my mind.” He steps closer to you, towering over your frame.
“Everything, planned, laid out, my whole future already decided the second I came out the womb.—So yes, I'm aware of what I inherit, I'm aware of the responsibilities I have.” You open your mouth to speak, but close it when nothing comes out.
He continues, “I know I fucked up–” He pauses, resisting the urge to pull you in, cling to you, because as of right now, even if you hate him you’re still the only thing he sees as an anchor in his life.
“—And not just the other night. In Italy, I shouldn't have, it was reckless and-”
“Jake.”
“-and stupid, you just- I couldn't resist you”
“Jake!” You cut through his words like a knife. The only sound in the room being your trembling voice, and his unsteady breath.
“Dont do this to me. Not right now.” You clench your fist to steady the way it shakes. “Y/n, please– you wont let me any other time besides when either one of us drops off Lay.”
“Because you’re her father Jake! That's all you are. It might say you’re my husband on paper, but you’re not. We dont owe eachother anything, and you made that very fucking clear 5 years ago.” You watch his eyebrows furrow in the way a lost puppy would, an almost pleading look in his eyes.
You bite your tongue, regretting the way the words came out. It takes everything in you to not crumble to the floor, right here in front of him.
Something shifts in his eyes, he takes a step back from you, distancing himself as much as he can in the confined space.
He doesn't look at you as he turns his back to you, leaning against his desk.
“You know the way out.” He says over his shoulder, tone cold. “Jake..” you whisper
“You know the way out.” he repeats more firmly. You watch him for a moment, before turning and walking out.
It takes everything in him to not take back his words, to beg you to come back for him to say sorry a thousand times if he has to.
-
That night, you still couldn't get the interaction out of your head, you don't know how many times you tossed and turned in your empty bed, the silence of the house unbearable.
Even throughout the week, it replayed. The look in his eyes, the shift in his face when he told you to get out.
You know he works hard, you know he is a good father. And you definitely know what it's like to have your life laid out for you.
So walking through the front doors of the company building wasn't exactly a part of the plan, but it's like your feet were carrying themselves.
The bright daylight shining through the completely glass walls, the city streets bustling outside as usual.
As you walked to the front desk, heads turned towards you, some whispering, some silently observing.
“Mrs. Sim?” You hear a familiar voice say, walking towards you, You don't have to look to know who it is.
“Park.” You say, turning to face him, leaning against the front counter. “What a surprise.” He can't hide the smug grin on his face as he approaches you. “Im here to see Jake.”
“Oh, you mean you’re not actually here just to see the office?” His tone is laced with sarcasm. You roll your eyes.
“I was just heading up there, come on.” He chuckles, “But I need to inform Mr.Sim–” The woman at the front desk starts, “Greta, baby, It's the Bosses wife we're talking about here.” You roll your eyes, “Don’t give us a hard time m’kay?” he says sweetly, winking down at her. You watch as she blushes, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
You follow after him, stepping into the elevator. “You’re actually disgusting." You cross your arms over your chest, glancing sideways at him.
“What? It's not my fault they can't resist my charm.” Sunghoon shrugs, adjusting his tie.
The elevator dings, signaling its reached the top floor, you look at him, but your eyes drop to the hint of color below the collar of his white button up.
Your brow raises, squinting to see the slightly red hue of it. “First door past the window.” He nods down the hallway, stepping out of the elevator.
You watch him for a split second, but he pauses when you call after him “Park.”
He turns to look at you, humming in response “You got a little something.” You say, pointing to his collar, he looks down, and you notice his frame immediately still.
You offer one of those too sweet smiles before making your way down the hall.
Your hand hovers over the door, before finally knocking. Jake assumes it's one of his assistants so naturally he says a steady “Come in.”, accent sharp and cutting through your train of thought.
You inhale once before opening the door. He doesn't look up until the door clicks shut behind you, and when he does, his face shifts.
“Y/n– what are you doing here?” He doesn't know why he stands, but he does anyway, hands braced on his desk, you look around his big office, the dark brown leather couch, to the tall bookshelves, and the window with a perfect view of everything 50 stories below.
You try not to stare too much.
“Um- well I just wanted to make sure you knew about Layla's ballet recital in a few weeks, they just sent the email out so.. Yeah.” You cringe slightly at the words, and with how obvious you are.
He raises a suspicious brow at you, “So you drove here, to the same building you haven't bothered visiting in 5 years, just to tell me something that was sent in my email.”
It's not a question. “Well- I.. you know,” He can't hide the small smirk that plays on his lips
“I–” You pause, trying to regain your composure. “I wanted to..apologize.” You watch his reaction, the curious tilt of his head.
“Apologize?” he rounds his desk, leaning against the front of it, arms still crossed over his chest, assessing you.
“For the other day.. In your study.” You try not to cringe at the memory, “And for Italy.” Something flashes over his face
“Y/n–” he starts “No. Let me finish.” He shuts his mouth immediately and you continue.
“I said some hurtful things that night, In the..shower.” You avoid his gaze “It was wrong for me to use you like that.” His tongue runs over his lips, remembering the taste of you that night.
“And then in your study, when you tried apologizing to me– I didn't mean to go off on you like that, and I know you’re trying, I know the pressure you feel, and with everything you said about your life being planned–”
He's watching you closely as you speak, not interrupting. “But God, Its so fucking hard to forget Jake. I try so hard, for Layla—You look at her with so much love. And then you look at me, like I'm a– task.. A chore?”
You question your choice of words. “And it hurts so fucking much.” You breath out, the words rough and vulnerable.
You blink back the tears threatening to pour out, his hands fall to his sides, and it's like his body moves before his mind can process it.
He closes the distance between the two of you, pulling you towards him , one hand wrapping around your back, the other cradling your head against his chest, resting on the top of your head.
“Jake..” You say through a trembling breath, hands clawed at his chest. “Shh mama, I got you.” he whispers, his thumb rubbing small circles on your back.
He pulls back, "I'm sorry too, I didn't mean to hurt you–I.. Fuck” He runs his hand through his hair, taking a step back to breath.
“You cloud every thought in my mind y/n. Every single day, every single hour, I can't stay mad at you for the life of me. Im—Im really not good at this..” he looks down at you, biting his lip nervously
“I don't think you understand how bad I regret how I treated you, How I made you feel.” He steps closer again, “I was– no I am an asshole. God, you have every right to hate me.” He chuckles but it's humorless
“Jake.. I don't hate you..” He meets your eyes at that, looking at you, really looking at you, the shared vulnerability between you two right now in this moment.
Your hand moves from your side, hesitating before cupping his face in your hand, he leans into the touch immediately, his eyes fluttering shut at the contact.
“I can't get you out of my head y/n.” He turns his head to press a gentle kiss to your palm, a small gasp leaving your lips at the intimacy of it.
“Im sorry, I know we have a lot to work on—but please..” He whispers, holding your hand in his, moving it to press a kiss to your wrist, just above your pulse point, feeling how rapidly your heart beats.
His eyes don't leave yours. “I'm sorry..” He whispers again, lower this time, trailing small kissing along your arm, those same words leaving his lips in between.
His other hand slips to your waist again, pulling you closer, He cups your face in his hand, threading his fingers through the back of your hair, shutting his eyes, leaning against your forehead.
“Im so fucking sorry.” he breathes out, ghosting over your lips, you tilt your head up slightly, letting your lips graze over his. “Baby..”
You close the distance between your mouths, lips pressed firmly against his, he pulls you closer, running his fingers through your hair more deeply, his other hand gripping your waist as if you were the only thing grounding him, your lips move together in a rhythm, his tongue runs along your bottom lip, begging for more access, you grant it and he groans into your mouth, eyebrows furrowing.
His tongue explores your mouth, tasting you. He pulls back, a string of saliva connecting between the two of you, “Please..” He begs, looking between both of your eyes, an almost pathetic look on his face.
You tilt your head “Please forgive me, y/n” He brings his hand down from out of your hair, gently rubbing small circles on your neck, tracing his thumb over your exposed collar bone, the touch electric. “I–”
A sharp knock on the door has you two pulling away from each other like you've been caught doing something you shouldn't.
“Mr. Sim, I just wanted to inform you we have an online meeting with Park Jongseong in five minutes” A shy voice says from the other side, he watches you, the way you stare at your feet, he tries not to smile at your clear nervousness.
“Have the notes ready, let them know I'm coming.” He says, voice back to that professional tone.
He leans down one more time, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before opening the door to his office and walking down the hall to the meeting room.
Once the door shuts behind him, you bring your hand to your heart, the rapid beating of it pounding against your palm.
You trace your lips with your fingers, still trying to process what just happened, and what's going to happen..
Jake turns the corner of the hallway, to see Sunghoon, leaning against the wall, his eyes trace over Jake's form.
“What the hell happened to you?” Sunghoon says through a knowing smirk, “Dont.” Jake replies, straightening his tie and walking into the meeting room. Sunghoon raises his hands innocently, following after.
-
As soon as Jake got out of that meeting the first thing he did was pull out his phone, shutting his office door behind him, but pausing to inhale the faint smell of you, your sweet, sweet perfume and hair wash lingering in the air.
“Jaeyun?” His mother says into the phone curiously, “An important event came up, do you mind watching over Layla tonight?” He asks, knowing exactly what the answer will be, if anything he's surprised she didn't beg him to let Layla come over. His parents even have a room specifically for her on the rare occasion she go to their manor. “Yes!” she says eagerly, Jake chuckles, “Alright, I'll drop her off in a few.” He says briefly before hanging up.
The feeling of his lips still lingered on yours even hours later. The memory of them causing a warm feeling to pool in your belly.
You tried to distract yourself, you really did. But not even working could make you focus. Slipping on your soft robe, you shuffle around your house, eager to take a bath, maybe that would help ease the consistent throbbing in between your legs.
You were just about to untie it when a ring on your doorbell took you by surprise, you checked the time on your phone, 8:23..
You make your way downstairs, opening the door, freezing. “What are you..” You swallow, “What are you doing here?” a nervous excitement slipping through your tone.
Jake takes a step forward, eyes not leaving yours as he shuts the door behind him. “Where's Layla?”
“With my parents.” he replies, eyes trailing down your frame shamelessly, taking in the way your thin robe does nothing to conceal whats underneath. His tongue darts out for a split second, wetting his lips.
Your eyes fall to his attire, wearing the same dress pants he had on earlier, blazer gone, white button up rolled up his forearms. He chuckles at the way your eyes drag along his arms, bringing your attention back to his face.
“You still didn't answer me.” He tilts his head, studying you. “What are you doing here?” He takes another step forward, crowding you in the entrance of your home.
“You think after what happened today, I was going to just leave you alone?” His eyes drop to your lips.
“Well– I mean.. I didn't know you were going to just show up..” His eyes fall to the way you nervously play with the end of your robe.
“Mama, of course I did.” he brings his hand down over yours, stilling it so you could stop fidgeting.
“I wanted to see you.” He says confidently. He sighs, defeated, even though you haven't even said anything back. “wanted to touch you.”
His hand comes up, brushing his thumb softly along your cheek, you lean into it. “I want you–” He pauses, breathes–“I want you so bad.”
His eyes search yours before continuing “So bad that I can't fucking concentrate anymore, I can't think straight—“
“The idea of you not wanting me back–not loving me back, makes me sick.” You both freeze at the words, he opens his mouth to speak, closes it.
“I- fuck..” He pulls his hand away from your face, you stop it, placing yours above his. “I want you too, Jake.. I– I love you.” The second the words leave your mouth, something shifts in his face.
His other hand comes up to the other side of your face, holding you like you’re something precious.
“You don't know how long I've wanted- No, I've needed to hear that.” He tilts his head down, lips ghosting over yours, your lips part instantly
“I love you baby.” He whispers before pressing his lips to yours.
You immediately melt into the kiss, giving him access to your mouth, his hand cups the back of your neck, holding you closer.
He kicks off his shoes, lips never leaving yours, you wrap your arms around his neck as he guides you backwards, you stumble back slightly, his hand immediately wrapping around your waist, you giggle against his mouth, earning a laugh from him.
You gasp as he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his hips, his hands splayed on your ass. He makes his way up the stairs with you, carrying you with ease.
His lips crash against yours again, backing you up against the wall, you roll your hips in his hold, grinding against his hardening bulge in his pants.
“Fuck ma—you’re killing me..” He breathes, biting your bottom lip, a whimper escaping your lips at that.
“If I wasnt such a gentlemen, I’d fuck you right here, on your floor.” The dirty words have you grinding harder against him, he chuckles
“You’d like that huh?” You nod, a little bit too frantically, instead he walks further down the hall, in your bedroom, he kicks the door shut behind him, laying you down on the bed.
“No, I wanna take my time with you.” He presses a light kiss to your lips, savoring your taste. “Jake–please..” It comes out breathless.
“Please what?” he teases, hand coming up to wrap around your throat, not to hurt you, more to claim.
He trails it back down, to the loosely tied knot of your robe. “Want you to fuck me..” You plead, squirming.
He smiles at that, pulling the string of your robe, causing it to fall open limply, he sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of you, laid out for him like this, like his next fucking meal.
He peels it off your body, tossing it to the ground, leaving you bare. “So needy, hm?” He parts your legs, nearly groaning at the sight and smell of your slick pussy.
You whimper at the cold air nipping your skin. He brings his hand down, cupping your breast in his hand, kneading the soft flesh
“I love these tits so fucking much” He says almost to himself, rolling your nipple between his fingers, his other hand comes up, repeating the motion on your other, making sure no part of your body feels neglected.
He bites his lip at the delicious sounds leaving your lips, the pathetic light moans.
You expect him to undress next, but instead he kneels down, hitting the soft carpet, right between your spread legs, you prop yourself on your elbows, not wanting to miss a single moment of seeing him like this.
His eyes close, like he's already gone, licking a sensitive spot on your inner thigh, sucking on it gently, making sure to leave a mark.
Your mouth hangs open, letting soft moans leave your lips, he can't help the smirk that covers his face at how you’re not being shy with him.
He takes his time, leaving marks on your inner thigh, teasing you even more, while also making you even more wet.
His eyes lock on your glistening cunt, “This all for me?” He chuckles, earning a groan from you, he blows on your puffy clit, enjoying how your hole clenches around nothing, the way you’re already throbbing.
You whine at his teasing, “Shh mama, wanna make you feel good.” He uses his hands, pushing your thighs farther apart, giving him even more access.
Your eyes roll at the first lick, sensual, gathering your juices on his tongue, his eyes flutter shut at the taste of you, how fucking natural it is.
One second its slow licks, the next he's diving in, devouring you. His nose bumping your clit as his tounge works your hole, he looks up at you, your absolutely fucked out face before focusing back on your pussy. Your juices coating the bottom half of his face.
He brings his attention back to your clit, taking the sensitive bud between his lips and sucking with such precision it has your back arching off the bed, hands flying to his hair.
He groans at the feeling of you tugging on the strands, sending a vibration straight to your core. He flicks his tongue on your clit, rolling the sensitive bud with the wet muscle.
bringing one of his hands down from your leg, watching how your pussy reacts as he rubs small circles on your clit.
You watch as he gathers some spit in his mouth, spitting right on your aching clit.
“So pretty,” He says quietly, mixing the spit with your juices leaking out, He pulls you even closer, hands tightening around your thighs, mouth closing around your pussy, making out with it messily.
“Fuck..Jake–” You cry out, gripping the sheets at your sides, He looks up, watching the way your breasts move with each movement, making his cock throb in his pants even more.
He gives your hole a teasing lick, before plunging his tounge in, greedily fucking it in and out of you, he feels you clench around him. Burying his nose closer against your clit, applying the right pressure that has your hips bucking as you come on his face, you bite down on your lip, trying to conceal the moans leaving your mouth.
He greedily laps up everything you let out, your slick coats his chin, his mouth, the sheets beneath you, but he loves every second of it.
Your legs fall spread limply, he stands up, unbuttoning his shirt, and his pants, discarding his clothes like they're useless, which in this case–they are.
His eyes are trained on the reddish purple marks coating your inner thighs. “Jake..” You breathe out, watching the thin silver chain glint under the dim light.
He pauses, looking at you curiously, “You still have it?” you point to your neck, and his fingers touch the chain, “I never took it off baby.”
Your mind goes back to when you gave him that necklace, it was when you were pregnant, and you felt like you had to get him something for helping you out so much, even with the arrangement. He had told you he didn't need anything, but you insisted.
He shifts and your attention is immediately back on the present.
You watch him slide off his boxers, his cock springing out, hanging heavy, thick, veins prominent, similar to the ones coating his hands and forearms.
You let out a sound as your eyes lock on the bead of pre cum leaking out of his flushed pink tip. He leans down, lifting your hips to move you farther up the bed before climbing on top of you.
He strokes his cock, one, twice, the pre cum leaking down his length, Your hips buck up, chasing any form of friction you can.
“Hm, you’re so cute when you’re all needy.” He chuckles, nudging your sensitive clit with his tip, smearing his precum.
“Jake.” You meant for it to come out more firm, but it comes out with a whimper to it. “You want me to stuff you full mama?” He coons, tone playful.
He slaps his dick down once on your puffy folds, before guiding his tip to your entrance. He barely pushes the head of his cock in before letting out a choked groan, “Fuck, you’re tight.” He grunts, hands clasping around your hips, anchoring him.
“Breathe for me yeah?” He looks at your face, eyes leaving the delicious sight of you trying to adjust to his size.
You nod, attempting to ease yourself, he slides in some more, your pussy clamping around him tightly, he hisses at the feeling, so warm and wet.
“Loosen up for me mama..” He breathes out, thumb traveling down to apply pressure to your clit, he pushes in slowly, you moan when he bottoms out, his tip nudging that spongey spot inside you.
It takes everything in him to not come right now, like some fucking teenager.
“Fuck– you’re squeezing me–” He leans down, pressing a kiss to your jaw, before sliding out halfway, setting a slow pace that has his balls tightening.
His lips hover over yours as you both let out pleasureful sounds, “F-faster jake..” You manage to say,
“Knew you were greedy” He smirks, before you can say anything back he crashes his lips onto yours, rolling his hips, thrusting in and out of you, his balls slapping against you at every thrust, the wet sounds filling the room are filthy.
Your tounges tangle together as he fucks into you, hitting a spot you could never reach with your own fingers.
His other hand comes up to pinch your nipple, earning a shocked gasp from you, You clench around him, hole fluttering, greedily taking his cock, he presses harder on your clit, pinches your nipple, you thrash against him, moaning into his mouth as you reach your second orgasm of the night.
But he doesn't stop, instead he wraps his hand around you pulling you up so you're sitting on his dick facing him, he cups your ass in his hands, grinding you on him, you're pulsing around him, your nerves on fire with every drag of your clit against him.
You’re both slick with sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead, he's lost in the feeling of your pussy dragging on him, “You gonna let me fill you up mama?”
He grips your ass harder, delivering a smack, you let out a high pitched sound at that, “God, you would look so pretty–”
He lays you back down on your back, the vision already clear in his mind, you–belly swollen, carrying another one of his children, breasts full, so sensitive– He'd take such good care of you, giving you everything you deserve and more.
“Can I breed this pretty pussy mama? stuff you full?” He fucks into you deeper, your legs lock around him in response, He lets out a sound almost a whimper, arms wrapping around you in a bear hug as his hips move frantically in and out of you, he can feel the pressure building, and by the way you’re fluttering around him again, he knows you’re close too.
“I love you baby– fuck, I love you so much..” He groans into the crook of your neck, your hands claw at his back, grasping on his hair as he buries himself deep inside you, your pussy clamps tight, eyes rolling back as your juices leak out, his cum shoots into you, the warmness pooling in a way that has your legs shaking, He doesn't pull out all the way, but he fucks into you once more, hard, making sure none of his seed leaves your sweet hole.
You two stay like that, him inside you, hugging you with so much love it makes your heart flutter.
When he pulls out, he falls to your side, pulling you closely to him. You wrap your leg over his hip, and he nuzzles his face in between your breasts, causing a soft laugh to leave your lips.
“I love that sound,” he murmurs, “Hm?” You ask curiously, He lifts his head looking at you with so much adoration “Your laugh.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your neck before wrapping his hands around your body, embracing you, savoring this moment, because if he could, he'd stay here forever.
— Bonus —
Jake is half asleep below you, one hand draped on your belly, your 6 month old baby growing healthily inside of you.
You try not to wince at the fabric of your shirt rubbing against your very sore nipples, but you fail miserably.
“Mmm..” He mumbles, feeling your body tense beside him, he opens his eyes slowly, looking up at you.
Worry flashes across his face at your pained state, he sits up immediately, "What's wrong? Are you okay mama?” His hand cups the side of your face, pressing his wrist to your forehead, checking your temperature
“Tell me what you need? Water?” His eyebrows furrow together, he runs a hand through his hair, his body flexing at the movement, you can't help your eyes from dragging down his frame, his bare chest, and his loose hanging sweatpants with no boxers underneath.
You tug at your shirt, “They hurt Jake–” You breath out, realisation flashes across his face, his eyes falling to your pebbled nipples poking through your shirt.
“Ah..I see,” He swallows, before moving to lift your shirt over your head, the fabric dragging along your breasts making you wince.
He tosses the shirt on the bed, memorized with how full your breasts are, how hard your nipples get, he cant help himself when his hands come up, weighing them.
“Fuck–you’re so beautiful,” His fingers graze over your nipples, making the already damp spot in your panties grow, You whimper at the touch “So sensitive baby..” He dips his head, tongue grazing lightly over the peak.
You let out a sharp moan at the feeling, the pleasure overtaking you. He watches your face, his tongue flicking over the bud before lifting his fingers, he presses them on your lip, your mouth opening on instinct, you wrap your lips around his fingers, wetting them, he pulls them out, circling your other nipple with them, spreading your saliva on it.
“So warm, and soft..” He massages one with his hand, it helps ease the tension, making your body relax more into his touch, he presses his nose against your breast gently, your warm skin making the bulge in his sweatpants strain even more.
His hand inches down, past your belly, dipping between your spread thighs, His mouth freezes over your nipple at the wetness already soaked through your loose shorts.
“Shit, you’re dripping–” He moves the shorts to the side along with your underwear, dragging two fingers through your wetness, making a soft gasp leave your lips
“M’ gonna make you feel good” He whispers, before both of his fingers slip inside of you, curling immediately.
The sounds coming from between your legs are so lewd, wet squelching every time he takes his fingers out, just to shove them back in, his palm grinding against your swollen clit as he hits that spongey spot deep inside you.
“Jake–ah..” You breath out, hands lifting to grasp his veiny arm, it's all so sudden, the way you clamp down on his fingers, the juices that flood out of your pussy soaking the sheets, He drags his fingers out, rubbing your sensitive clit with the two, spreading your slick all over.
“God– you’re pretty when you come on my fingers like that..” He brings the two digits to his mouth, sucking them clean, eyes not leaving yours, your mouth hangs open as he does so.
He glances down at your lips, plump from the biting you’ve been doing, before closing the distance, letting you taste your musky sweetness on his tongue that he loves so much.
You don't register it, but his hand inches back down your body, rubbing your pussy slowly, before he shoves three digits inside of you, your nails dig into his forearm at the stretch, gasping into his mouth
“Oh my gosh–” You moan out, his fingers repeating the curling motion, “Shh.. let me make you feel good.” He whispers, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot inside of you just right, his tongue flicks just under your ear, spiking your sensitivity even more.
A warm gush of liquid coats his hand, your eyes flutter shut as you squirt on his fingers, soaking the sheets beneath you even more.
He curls his fingers deeper, letting as much as he can seep out, the wetness coating your inner thighs gradually. He kisses your lips once more, before pulling his fingers out slowly, admiring the way they shine under the faint morning sunlight. His palm slaps against your sensitive pussy lightly in a teasing manner.
"I'm going to get the bath ready, we still have some time before I take Lay to school.” he kisses your cheek softly, standing up, bulge evidently clear in his sweatpants. “But what about–”
“Mama, I said to let me make you feel good, we can worry about this later, Okay?” He walks around the bed, opening the door to your shared bathroom.
Jake insisted on you relaxing in the bath, while he gently rubbed your skin with your vanilla soap, but you had other plans, sneakily reaching behind you to stroke his aching cock until the only thing he could focus on was how good your hand felt around him while moaning softly into your neck.
After the bath he helped you get dressed, helped you down the stairs, making sure to set up the pillows so you were well supported before waking Layla up.
Once she was all dressed for school, her 2nd week of being a Kindergartner, she came running up to you, careful to not press against your baby bump.
“Mommy!” She smiles, you look at Jake's attempt of pigtails before chuckling, Layla reaches her small hand out, touching your stomach gently, as if she was petting a small puppy.
“You look pretty Lay,” She giggles, Jake walks back over, bowl of strawberries in hand with nutella drizzled on top, a craving he knows you love.
He presses a light kiss to your forehead before handing Layla her sparkly pink backpack. “Ready princess?” He asks, looking down at Layla, she nods, skipping past him, you and Jake both laugh at her eagerness.
“Ill be back in a bit” he says, pressing another kiss, this time to your covered baby bump, you can't help the blush that coats your face as he gives you that boyish smile.
Even when they both leave, shutting the door behind him, the warmness stays in your heart, Because this is even better than your dreams.
-
Yeah so I need Jake asap.
okay hope you guys enjoyed!
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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: your daughter doesn’t get why do you work when sunghoon told her only men have to work.
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀: fluff, established relationship, parenthood.
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: park sunghoon x reader.
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𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i didn’t post for a while but now i’m back and i will post more seriously.
it was monday 7:09 am and the last thing you wanted to do was get out of your comfy bed and go to work for eight hours.
but it seemed like you weren’t the only one who didn’t want you to go to work because when you just slightly shifted your daughter that was sleeping on your chest whined immediately and your husband’s grip on your waist tightened.
“mama where are you going?” your little one mumbled into your chest.
“i’m going to work baby, i’ll be back before you notice.” you reassured your daughter but she only hugged you tighter.
“why would you even go to work?” she pouted while you ran your hand through her hair.
“to pay for bills junhee.” you explained to her but she didn’t look convinced at all.
“dad can pay because he’s the man you should rest.” junhee said as if it was obvious while you got stunned.
“who taught you that?”
“daddy.” she responded immediately.
“sunghoon.” you shook his shoulders while he had still strong grip around your waist.
“hmm?” he mumbled sleepily.
“did you teach her that?” you asked and he sat up slowly.
“teach her what?” he rubbed his eyes.
“she just said that i shouldn’t go to work because man is supposed to pay.”
“is she wrong though?” he asked and immediately let out a whine when you slapped his broad shoulder.
“we can’t teach her that!” you explained and junhee just stared between both of you.
“why can’t we? it’s the truth!”
“dad if it’s the truth then why is mommy going to work?” junhee gave him a questioning look.
“that’s not my fault! i told her multiple times that she can drop out we. have enough money to live the best life without mama working.” he said and junhee’s eyes sparkled with hope immediately.
“mommy can you drop out of your job and stay home forever with me?” she beamed excitedly on your lap and you let out a sigh.
“baby that’s not how it works—” you tried but she interrupted you.
“it is exactly how it works and you always come back so tired after work and complain so why would you bother and go there if you can stay at home with me.”
“i’m going to work because i have to be independent.”
“why?” she pouted.
“i’m going to work and that’s my final decision, you can stay at home with your dad because he has a day off today.” you said as you took her off your lap and stood up.
“but i want you to stay too.”
“not an option.” you said as you grabbed your clothes and went to change to the bathroom.
“don’t worry princess next time it’ll work out.” sunghoon hugged your daughter.
IN WHICH;; You text a random number looking to beef with them just for fun because your bored— but what happens when the random number you text ends up being your favorite idol?
synopsis: in which a soft smile jake gave y/n across the lecture hall was the start of her crush. jake was a cute guy, impossible to ignore. y/n always talked about him to her friends, what if jake did the same?
smau au
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featuring: enhypen (ot7), yunjin (le sserafim), rei (ive), giselle (aespa), anton (riize).
profiles
anton's silly fans | jaywon and friends
chapters
001 he has been promoted!
002 sunsun and friends
003 come back twin...
004 life's worth living
005 reassurance por favor
006 am i the huzz?
007 oh who is you?
008 my little sunshine
009 yes finally progress
010 character development
011 prolly not
012 live tweeing
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## — SYNOPSIS throughout life, there will always be times where you’re faced with unexpected circumstances, whether good or bad, and it just so happened to be y/n who had to deal with it. y/n and sunghoon have dated for years before mutually breaking up, deciding to remain friends for the better—but what would prevail after finding out that sunghoon still has lingering feelings for her?
## — GENRE angst, fluff, smau
## — WARNINGS cursing, mentions of violence (joking manner), hectic at times
## — A/N this is my first au and smau at that so please bear with me
🎬 SYNOPSIS: Sunghoon was at the top of his game, staring in every major romance drama to hit the big screen. When he met you, he expected to watch you swoon over him like his previous co-stars, but you’re not so impressed when meeting in person. Modeling is looking at lot better than acting right about..now. ACTION!
🎬 GENRE: strangers 2 enemies, enemies 2 friends, f2l yk the usual, fluff, angst, crack/humor, one sided pinning, love triangle?? some established relationships, fem x fem relationship between 2 characters
🎬 WARNINGS: sexual jokes, swearing, I’ll add more if needed
🎬 STARRING: sunghoon x fem!reader, enha members, itzy members, stray kids member, txt member
🎬 UPDATES: when I can tbh,, but let’s go with semi-frequent. (don’t quote me on this)
The practice room was sticky with sweat and the faint smell of vanilla from the diffuser. YN was sprawled on the floor, chest heaving after the final run of the new choreography. A cold water bottle suddenly appeared in her line of sight.
“Here, superstar,” Jake said, crouching beside her with that signature bright grin, dimples on full display. “You killed the bridge part. Like, actually killed it.”
Before YN could even thank him, Sunghoon slid in from the other side, towel draped around his neck, hair still damp and sticking to his forehead in that annoyingly perfect way.
“Don’t listen to him. You looked good in the whole thing,” Sunghoon corrected smoothly, offering his own chilled bottle instead. “Especially the part where you do that sharp turn. Felt cinematic.”
YN blinked up at both of them, oblivious to the silent stare-down happening above her head. She let out a tired laugh and grabbed the closest bottle (which happened to be Jake’s).
“You guys are too nice after making me suffer through that ending pose fifteen times.”
Jake’s eyes sparkled with victory for half a second until Sunghoon casually reached over and ruffled YN’s hair, pushing it back from her sweaty forehead with careful fingers.
“Only because you make suffering look pretty,” Sunghoon murmured.
YN’s ears turned pink, but she just swatted his hand away with a playful groan. “Stop, both of you. I look like a drowned cat right now.”
CLIP TWO
The dorm living room was dimly lit, only the glow of the TV and a few fairy lights casting soft shadows. The members were scattered around for a rare lazy movie night. YN was wedged between Jake and Sunghoon on the big couch, a shared blanket thrown over their laps because “it’s cold” (it wasn’t).
Every time Jake leaned in to whisper a joke about the movie, Sunghoon would counter with a dry, perfectly timed comment that made YN giggle harder. At one point Jake shifted closer under the pretense of adjusting the blanket, his knee pressing lightly against hers.
“Comfortable?” he asked, voice warm and teasing.
“Mhm,” YN hummed, eyes still glued to the screen, completely missing how Sunghoon’s jaw tightened for a split second.
Not one to be outdone, Sunghoon stretched his arm along the back of the couch, letting his fingers brush the nape of YN’s neck “accidentally” as he reached for the popcorn bowl on the other side.
“You’ve got a stray hair,” he said softly, tucking it behind her ear with deliberate gentleness.
YN turned her head, blinking at him in mild confusion. “Oh… thanks?”
Jake immediately countered by offering her the last piece of chocolate he’d been saving. “For my favorite member,” he announced dramatically.
Sunghoon rolled his eyes so hard. YN just accepted the chocolate with a grateful smile, still blissfully unaware of the quiet war happening in real time.
CLIP THREE
Backstage before a music show, the stylists were doing final touches. YN stood in front of the mirror while a stylist fixed her mic pack. Jake appeared first, holding up two different rings.
“Which one matches your outfit better?” he asked, sliding one onto her finger without waiting for an answer. His touch lingered a second longer than necessary.
Sunghoon, never far behind, stepped in from the other side holding a delicate silver chain. “Neither. This one does,” he said, voice calm but firm. He gently moved her hair aside and clasped the necklace around her neck, his cool fingers brushing her skin.
YN looked down at the new accessories, tilting her head. “Wait… I don’t remember these being part of the concept?”
“They are now,” both boys said at the exact same time, then immediately glared at each other.
The staff in the background tried (and failed) to hide their laughter. YN just shrugged, admiring the necklace in the mirror. “They both look nice, I guess. Thanks, guys.”
CLIP FOUR
It was a late-night convenience store run after a grueling schedule. The three of them had slipped out together because the others were too tired. YN was standing in the snack aisle, debating between two ice creams when Jake suddenly appeared behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder.
“Get the strawberry one. It matches your hair clip today,” he murmured, voice sleepy and fond.
Sunghoon, who had been pretending to look at ramyeon, immediately moved to her other side and plucked the chocolate one from her hand.
“No. She likes the one with the cookie pieces better,” he stated matter-of-factly.
YN turned her head left, then right, sandwiched between them in the narrow aisle. “How do you both know my ice cream preferences better than I do?”
Jake grinned. “Because we pay attention.”
Sunghoon gave a small, satisfied smirk. “Exactly.”
YN laughed softly, cheeks warming under the fluorescent lights, but still chalked it up to them being good friends. She ended up buying both.
CLIP FIVE
During a VLIVE, the members were reading comments when one popped up: “YN, who takes care of you the most in the group? 🥹”
YN opened her mouth to answer, but Jake beat her to it, slinging an arm around her shoulders with zero hesitation.
“Obviously me. I make her the best late-night toasties.”
Sunghoon, sitting on her other side, didn’t even look up from his phone as he countered, “You burn them. I’m the one who brings her actual edible food and makes sure she doesn’t forget her vitamins.”
Jake gasped dramatically. “Excuse me? My toasties are gourmet!”
YN waved her hands between them, flustered but laughing. “Guys, guys—both of you take care of me a lot, okay? I’m spoiled rotten.”
The chat exploded with hearts and crying emojis.
Sunghoon leaned in just enough for the camera to miss his next words, spoken quietly against her ear. “Yeah, but I do it better.”
Jake caught it and shot him a look. YN, still smiling innocently at the camera, missed the entire exchange.
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Summary: NCT Dream receives a special guest during their Fansign Event in Qingdao who they're happy to see.
A/N: I felt like writing something cute after seeing some posts on their fansigning lololol. It's quite cheesy but eh, we need some cheesy moments in between this angst series lololol
They all sighed unknowingly in sync as they went through seven more fans at the table. They were enjoying the fansign, it's been a while since they got to meet fans, but it does get tiring with all the socialising, and it was a bit tiring for them emotionally when they think about how not everyone came, that one member was missing at the fansign. She was always a constant presence for them, not once went on hiatus for any reason until now. It felt weird not having her in between them for them to protect and look out for. It kind of felt like they had nothing to do in a sense...
"You'll go on break after one more person," their manager announced to them. They all nodded with their practised smiles, preparing themselves for one more person before they took a break.
It was peculiar, though...why one more person only?
The fan dressed all in black with a bucket hat on top of her head approached Renjun, head bowed down low so they couldn't see her face. She sat in front of him, handing her album to them shyly.
"Hello, what's your name?" he asked in his native language. The fan simply replied by tapping the front of her album where a tiny sticky note was attached. He read the sticky note, double-taking as he read her name.
It can't be...she should be in Korea!
Renjun looked at the person in front of him, recognising the bucket hat that his maknae always wore. He reached out slowly, everyone looking at the two curiously. When he lifted the brim of the hat slightly, his eyes connected with the familiar brown orbs that were Chwe Boyoung.
Her eyes crinkled as she smiled cheekily at him from under her face mask.
"BOYOUNG-AHHH!" Renjun cheered instinctively, standing up to make his way around her side of the table to hug her tightly. At his yell, everyone started freaking out.
"BOYOUNG-AH?!" the remaining members chorused, all standing up excitedly as they watched Renjun hug the 'fan'.
Boyoung lifted her hat more, lowering the face mask to smile at them brightly. "Surprise~" she sang teasingly.
"BOYOUNGIE!" Jaemin screeched out loudly, moving over the table to make his way to her quickly. He almost tackled her to the floor with his giant hug. "YOU'RE HERE? HOW? WHEN? I THOUGHT YOU WERE AT HOME?!"
"I wanted to surprise you guys," she shrugged, returning the tight hug before pulling away to greet the others.
"Yo, no way!" Mark laughed, hugging her tightly, swaying them a bit. "This is an awesome surprise."
"Did you travel here okay?" Jisung worried, the next one to hug her. He hugged her very warmly, carefully, as if afraid he would break her. She nuzzled into his neck with a hum.
"I travelled fine, no problems happened." Boyoung made them all sit back in their seats to resume the fansign for their 'fan'.
Fans were flipping out at Boyoung's first public appearance since her accident, flashes going off per second. Luckily Boyoung was facing her back to them so it didn't affect her much.
With a rejuvenated smile, Renjun grabbed her album so it was in front of him, one hand holding his pen, the other holding his microphone for everyone to hear. Boyoung accepted the spare microphone given to her.
"Hello," Renjun grinned, signing away in her album. "What's your name?"
"Chwe Boyoung," she answered with a snicker. The other members laughed along, watching the interaction with fond smiles, eyes shining. "Bo-young. B-O-Y-O-U-N-G."
"Oh, same name as our member," he hummed.
"Is she your favourite member in NCT Dream?"
"Oh yes, definitely."
"Aii, Renjuniee~!" Haechan whined from next to him, slapping his arm lightly. "Why isn't it me?"
"Because it isn't." Renjun deadpanned. He focussed on Boyoung again. "Are you enjoying today's fansign?"
"Yes," she nodded, "it's nice to see you guys together, I'm a big fan."
"Is this your first time coming to a fansign?"
"Yes, I'm so nervous..."
"Don't be nervous," Renjun lowered the pen so he could hold her hand. Cue fans squealing at the interaction. While it was cute for the fans, the members knew the hidden meaning of Boyoung's answer. She was nervous being in front of people like this again. "I'm here, and the other members are here for you. You don't need to be nervous."
"Thanks, Renjunie Oppa -"
"OPPA?!" the other members shrieked, all cooing at their maknae actually calling one of them 'oppa'.
"AIGOO!" Mark cheered, fist flying to his mouth as he bit his knuckles.
Next was Haechan.
"Hello~ What's your name?"
"Chwe Boyoung."
"Ahh, like our member."
"Mh-hm."
"How do I spell your name? B-O-Y-O-N-G -"
"YAHH, YOU WERE MEANT TO WRITE B-O-Y-O-U-N-G!" Everyone laughed at the familiar Tom and Jerry banter that was happening between the two.
"Are you trying to replace our Boyoung?" Haechan narrowed his eyes.
"No, my name just happens to be spelt the same." she sniffed.
"Right, right...is Boyoung your favourite member?"
"Actually, no, it isn't -"
"OHH, IT'S ME?"
"No."
"What?!" They laughed again at their conversation. "Who is it, then?"
"It's actually Mark Oppa -" said member cheered while the others protested.
"Ah, I'm done here," Haechan tutted, sliding her album to the next member while looking away from Boyoung. "Nice talking to you, I guess."
"This is why you're not my favourite -"
"AIGOO, SO CUTE!" Haechan broke character, unable to handle Boyoung’s naturally cute pout. He reached over the table to pinch her cheeks lightly, managing to press a quick kiss to the top of her head before she whacked him.
Next was Chenle.
"Hello, nice to meet you," Chenle greeted in Mandarin.
"Nice to meet you too," Boyoung returned slowly in his language.
"Did you eat today?" he continued the conversation in Mandarin, testing how well she studied the language after all these years - mainly to show her off to everyone and show how talented she was.
"Yes, I ate today."
"Oh? What did you eat?"
"I ate hot pot today."
"That's all?"
"Mh-hm."
"What are you going to eat later?"
"I'm not sure..."
"How about you try Xiaolongbao?"
"Xiao..."
"Xiaolong-"
"Xiaolongbo-"
"Xiaolongbao -" Everyone laughed as Chenle tried correcting her pronunciation of the dish, Boyoung butchering it a few times before acing the pronunciation.
"Your Mandarin is good," Chenle complimented.
"Thank you, I have a very fussy and strict teacher." Chenle cackled at her description of him, patting her head as he cooed how cute she was.
Next was Jeno.
"Ohh, Jeno-Jeno, hello~!" Boyoung beamed, reaching out to hold his hands.
"Hello~" Jeno beamed his famous eye smile at her, accepting her hands happily - much happier than when he held hands with fans.
"Yah, how come he gets that greeting and we don't?" Haechan protested, Chenle and Renjun agreeing on either side of him.
"Favouritism," Jaemin coughed. Jeno and Boyoung ignored their whines, focussing on each other instead.
"Are you doing okay recently?" Jeno asked her sincerely as he signed with one hand, his other hand holding the mic and her hand at the same time.
"Yeah, I'm doing okay," she assured him genuinely, squeezing his hand that was holding hers. "I'm resting well, recovering slowly..."
"Are you eating well?" he raised an eyebrow at her.
"I'm eating well," she promised. "I ate hot pot earlier today. I managed to finish the whole bowl."
"Ah, really?" Jeno smiled big at her accomplishment along with the others. "I'm glad~"
"Are you doing okay as well, Oppa?"
"OPPA -" Haechan stood up enraged, realising she never called him the title. "YOU DIDN'T CALL ME OPPA -?" Renjun brought him into a headlock, covering his mouth while he was at it and forcing him to sit back down.
"I'm doing good," Jeno answered truthfully, "as long as you're doing good, I'm doing good."
"Make sure to be good for your own reasons, don't make me the reason of your happiness or sadness -"
"You'll always be one of the reasons I'm happy or sad," he shook his head. "I care about you, you're my best friend. If you're in pain, I'm in pain as well. If you're happy, I'm happy as well."
"...same for you too," They held each other's hands tightly, Boyoung lifting their entwined hands to her lips to press a platonic kiss to his hands.
"NO PDA -" Haechan was silenced again by Renjun and Chenle who were loving the moments Boyoung was having with the members.
They were all whipped for Chwe Boyoung.
Next was Na Jaemin.
"Boyoungiiee~!" Jaemin sang, signing the album while still maintaining eye contact with her. "How is my lovely best friend doing~?"
"Doing good, doing good," she replied with a grin. "And you?"
"I am doing very lovely now that Youngie is here~"
"You were looking a little bit tired earlier, so I came with a small gift..."
"Oh?" Jaemin watched her ruffle through the small backpack she carried. "Omo! What is this?!"
Boyoung held out matching headbands; they had rounded ears and on each ear was a picture of Boyoung doing cute poses.
"YOU'RE DOING AEGYO?!" he squealed, holding one headband closely as if they were fragile treasure. "WHEN DID YOU TAKE THESE PHOTOS?!"
"Like, two days ago or something -"
"AIGOO THEY'RE SO CUTE - LOOK AT HER DOING AEGYOOO!" Jaemin showed off the pictures on the headbands. The other members started cooing at the sight.
"Please make sure the headbands come with us after this and are in good condition," Chenle requested towards the staff. Jaemin wore one headband happily, waiting for Boyoung to put her matching one on. "PICTURE TIME!" Chenle yelled out. On cue, the members all crowded in front of the childhood friends duo, phones whipped out.
Boyoung winced as soon as she turned to face the front, startled by the flashes. It's been a while since she was in front of flashes, her eyes were not used to it. "Please turn your flashes off," Mark requested politely - yet firmly - noticing how Boyoung reacted. All the fans listened, not wanting to cross any of their bad sides; they knew that they were on thin ice around the members since the whole scandal with Boyoung - especially Jaemin who had narrowed his eyes at them warningly.
"Say KIMCHI!" Haechan called out in a funny voice to bring everyone back to a brighter atmosphere. The duo called out kimchi with smiles - one being more strained than the other. "Eyyy, Boyoung-ah, put more energy and aegyo!"
"You're not doing aegyo?!" Jaemin whined, lightly flicking the back of her head. "Come onnnnn, if you want me to be re-energised, I want to see the aegyo!"
With a big sigh, Boyoung pulled a cute pose, "KYUUUU!"
"AIGOOOOOO!!" The members squealed with the fans, many shutters going off at the sight.
"LET ME SEE! LET ME SEEEE!" Jaemin shrilled, holding his hand out to the nearest member - Chenle. "AIGOOOOOO!"
"I actually have five more headbands..." Boyoung opened her backpack again.
"EVERYONE, WE ARE WEARING THE HEADBANDS, GET YOUR CAMERAS READY!" Jaemin announced loudly. All members gathered around Boyoung to receive their headbands, laughing and finding each other cute. They sat together with Boyoung in the centre, smiling big for their manager who took their picture.
Resuming the fansign, Jaemin began telling her to take care of herself and to rest well, and eat well, and that he would make many yummy delicious dishes for her if that would help make her eat more. Boyoung then replied assuring him that she was doing a lot better now, that she was recovering well and would accept any dish he would make as long as it wasn't too spicy. The duo ended the fansign with their infamous handshake that no one could replicate.
"Love you, Boyoungie ~" Jaemin farewelled as she slid to the next person.
"Love you too."
Cue more screaming...again...
Next was Jisung.
"Hello~" Jisung greeted into the microphone shyly. Boyoung returned a greeting just as shyly. "I know you've been asked already, but are you doing okay?"
"Mh-hm, I'm doing okay," Boyoung shyly accepted the hand offered to her, the two holding hands as he signed her album.
Mark smiled big at them from beside the male maknae, enjoying watching their cute interactions. He even slyly slipped his phone out to capture their moments.
"I feel happy," Boyoung agreed quietly. "Especially with...with you..."
"Yeah?" Jisung beamed.
"Yeah."
Everyone cooed and squealed, sending the two maknaes into a flustered mess. Jisung whacked Jaemin and Mark who were cheering for him on either side. Boyoung buried her face in her hands.
"Jisung-ssi," Chenle called out with a smirk. Once he got the male maknae's attention, he asked a question that sent both maknaes panicking, "When are you two going on your next date?"
"AI-YAH-YAH-YAH-YAH-YAH!" the '02 liners yelled, waving their hands out in panic as the venue went chaotic.
"THERE'S NO DATE!" Boyoung yelped as she looked at Jaemin and Jeno who were ready to tease and threaten Jisung at the same time.
"Okay everyone, calm down! Calm down!" Mark ordered, standing up for their attention. "Calm down, calm down!" Once they settled, Mark sat back down. "No dates are happening - and even if there were, it is their own personal life and they don't have to share about it with anyone they don't want to."
"But you have to tell us members at least!" Chenle added in.
"You can just stop talking right now, Zhong Chenle," Boyoung grumbled, moving on to the last member after Jisung squeezed her hands in farewell.
Finally, Mark.
"Ayo, what's up?" Mark greeted with a bro handshake, Boyoung returning the English greeting. "Last but not least, eh?"
"Last but not least," she parroted in cute English.
"So, what are you planning to do after this event?" Mark continued the conversation in English. He loved seeing her face scrunch up in concentration to reply in a foreign language.
"I'm going to look around and travel," she replied slowly, vision focussed on Mark twirling the pen in his hand casually. "I'm going to...find a nice...restaurant...for us."
"Oh yeah?" Mark smiled. "That's nice...your shout?"
"My shout," she confirmed. All the members cheered at her agreement, Haechan yelling out that he was going to pick out the most expensive dishes at the restaurant.
"So, I'm your favourite member?" Mark wondered genuinely. "Not Jaemin, Jeno, or Jisung?"
"You are."
"Can I ask why?"
"Because...because you're our leader, and you're very hardworking...and despite all the hardships that come your way, you still continue persevering and being yourself..." Boyoung looked up at him shyly through her lashes, looking above his eyes. "I want to be like you," she revealed. "I want to be like you...someone who still smiles and continues to do their best despite what comes their way. I want to be just like you...my older brother."
"Oh...wow..." Mark leaned back in his chair, touched by her honest reply. He just stared at the woman before him, in awe at how far she's come. "Wow...thanks...but Boyoung-ah..." He leaned forward to hold her hands. "But Boyoung...you're already doing amazing, though."
"Ey, no I'm not -"
"No, you are, really," he insisted sincerely. "You just overcame a huge incident, you escaped death and your past, and you're here now making steps to getting better. You're opening up more and being more vulnerable to us - Boyoung, when I say you're doing amazing. You are. You don't need to be me, because you're honestly doing so much better as yourself. Really."
"Really?" Boyoung didn't want it to, but her voice cracked and she could feel her eyes getting teary at his words.
"Really," Mark promised. "Aww baby, don't cry," he wiped a stray tear that escaped her left eye. "Ey, come on, come here -" Mark stood up and came to her side to pull her into a tight hug, nuzzling his head on top of hers. The others gathered again, pulling them into a group hug. "You're doing good, Boyoung," her leader repeated. "I'm proud - we're all proud of you. You're doing good. Keep going at it, okay?"
"Okay," she sniffled, accepting the members' kisses on her forehead/cheek/top of her head.
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