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♡ ꒱ bad boy 𓂃 ᗢᘏᓗ

pairing: bad boy!jay x good girl!math tutor!reader

genre: fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers

word count: 3.8k

summary: after finding out about how you secretly went behind his back to stop tutoring him, jay shows up at your place in the middle of the night, not expecting to hear you confess your feelings for him as an axplanation.

warnings: a couple of curse words, brief bickering and kissing

a/n: *nervous laughter* uhm saur i originally didn't plan this to be long but here we are :3 i hope you enjoy reading and if you do, please give feedback and reblog! Happy Jay week, love you <3

🖱⌨️ : masterlist

With the unbearable weight of guilt on your shoulders, you sat down on your bed, feeling ironically extremely uncomfortable in your most comfortable pajamas.

It was a little past midnight and you definitely should have been sleeping but instead, you were too busy staring at the screen of your phone that lightened up over the continuous messages Jay was sending you.

You couldn't pick it up and look at what he was saying, because for once you could already guess what they were about and second, you had no good answers to give him, not after how you went behind him like that.

He was probably mad and disappointed, feeling betrayed but this time, he really had every right to be.

Because in his head you were more than a tutor to him, and he’d like to think that he wasn’t just another bad boy with messed up grades in your eyes, that you were forced to help.

But after his last chat with the math teacher, Mr. Smith, he couldn’t be sure of it anymore.

Why? Because it turns out you told the teacher himself, in person, that you wanted to quit tutoring Jay for good, without bothering to speak to him about it first.

But what was your reason?

It’s been 6 months since you started tutoring him and never once you guys had an argument, not even a small bickering.

Jay could be a total troublemaker in school, a handsome one at that, but when it came to you he had been nothing but sweet.

You were the best student after all, teacher’s favorite and everyone's beloved friend, how could he dare to cause any harm to you?

But there was more to it, much more than people besides the two of you did not know about your “relationship”.

He adored you, in a literal way, which he often chose to show with his what you call “unfunny jokes” , that could be a little too flirtatious sometimes.

Yet despite how lame some of his attempts were at trying to lure you with his charms, you had no complaints about being his tutor because well, he was cute, so heart-flutteringly cute that there were times you just wanted to break out of your prefect shell and kiss him.

Kiss him in a not friendly way.

However taking risks wasn’t the strongest suit of a coward like you so instead, you went ahead and did the exact opposite by telling Mr. Smith that you wanted to quit being Jay’s tutor before it was too late.

Of course you had other reasons aside from the struggle you had with your growing feelings for Jay, such as his academic situation.

His scores were remaining the same ever since you’ve been helping him with classes, there was not even a single change to prove you were actually being helpful, which made you feel incredibly useless.

You felt like you were wasting his time which made you question your morals over the real reason why you kept seeing him — your feelings, yeah, the romantic type of ones were to blame.

You were at a point of no return with your feelings for him, which meant that denial couldn’t save you from this mess.

You liked him, no — you were head over heels for him, but that didn’t change the fact that what you were doing was not only wrong in many aspects but it was also quite selfish too.

Just because you liked him, you couldn’t keep using your every day study dates for your own benefit, not to mention how in the first place you catching feelings for him was wrong.

Cause except for the wattpad stories, you knew enough to say that the good girl x bad boy trope could never end well in real life and to be honest, you didn’t want that upon jay and yourself.

You stepped out of your lines and made a mistake by not controlling your emotions, and before it got too out of control, you needed to fix things into how they used to be.

You needed to end your relationship with him whether you liked it or not, and the earlier you did it, the better it was, so you decided to take the first step today.

It was your responsibility to put an end to this mess — at least you thought so because in your head, there was no one but you benefiting from this situation, unless you were wrong.

Therefore you did your part by talking to the teacher, completely unaware of how that would make Jay’s blood boil, because unlike your beliefs, Jay was also taking advantage of this situation, even more than you actually.

Speaking of which, he was currently on his way to your house, yes in the middle of the night cause you didn’t bother to text or call him back.

He was angry to say the least as he hopped out of his motorcycle and walked furiously towards the vines under your window, climbing on it with so many questions that he wanted to ask you in his head, the highlight of them all being “What am I to you?”

Seriously though, what did he mean to you? Was he someone you could just ditch when you were bored, what the hell was he?

With the familiar knocking sound you heard, you ran to your window and almost fainted at the sight of a pair of angry eyes gazing at you behind it.

Jay was here, despite how many times you told him not to come to your house in the middle of the night he was here for you, and he did not look happy.

Biting your lips, you nervously opened your window and let him in, with no words to speak as they felt stuck on your throat.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me why I’m here this time?” Jay took the lead and spoke for you instead, sounding stern as he locked his eyes on your scared ones.

“I guess not, hm?” he asked, taking off his gloves, “Cause you already know why I’m here at this time of the night, don’t you y/n?”

“Jay please, my parents are sleeping, we can’t—”

“Start explaining yourself then,” he cut your sentence as he took a step closer to you, “cause I’m not gonna go without an explanation or let you ignore me the way you ignored my calls.” he spat out, sounding hurt behind his tough guy act.

“What is there to explain?” you finally break out, feeling frustrated at how things had become, “You talked with Mr. Smith, you already know what happened, what do you wanna hear more?”

“I wanna hear your reason.”

“I had none.”

Letting out a sarcastic huff, Jay brushed his veiny hands through his messy hair, the scent of his fragrance brushing past your nose once he moved his arm.

He smelled so . . . manly, you were gonna miss it.

“None, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Is this how you wanna do this?” he asked as he closed the remaining gap between your bodies, gradually sounding more and more pissed off, “Because I’ve got the whole night y/n, and not even your parents can send me off before I hear your freaking reason for going behind my back, okay?”

The way he kept his poker face as he talked made the guilt you carried even more heavier, he was really hurt, and that was a terrible thing to cause.

Feeling overwhelmed by proximity, you walked towards your bed and sat on it, focusing your gaze on the guy who stood up looking hot in his gear from across the room.

“I already told you, I had no reason.”

“So you just decided to leave me like that, not even bothering to give me a heads up first?”

“I wanted to avoid arguing, though it didn’t work.”

Gulping down as you blankly stare at him, you noticed the way his eyes softened at your answer. Letting out a tired sigh, he approached you, silently putting his weight on the empty spot next to you.

His posture seemed more relaxed compared to before while he was sitting on your silky mattress, head in between his hands as he tried his best to understand you.

“I don't wanna argue with you either y/n, so please help me understand, yeah?”

You gave him a nod with your head and rested your chin on your knees as you pulled your legs closer to your body and hugged them, not breaking eye contact with the handsome bad boy who had no idea that he stole your heart.

“Did I do or say something that hurt you, hm, is that the reason?” he asked, a little afraid on the inside that you might say yes in return, since he never intended to bother you in any way.

“No, no you never did, don’t worry.”

Okay, good, that was a good start.

“Did I make you uncomfortable in any way?” he asked again, the worry in his tone increasing as he was analyzing every little memory he had with you in his head to figure out what he did wrong, still unaware of the fact that he was not the problem, but you were.

“You can tell me alright? I’ll be more careful, I promise.”

“It’s nothing like that Jay, I swear.”

“Then what is it y/n?” he scoffed, voice raising unintentionally right before a new suspicion hit him, “Wait,” he paused, blinking his eyes a couple of times, “Is this about your . . parents?” he hesitantly uttered, whispering out the last word, “Do they not want you to speak with me?”

Taking a deep breath, you shook your head, “Not at all, Jay,” you answered him, “You know how my mom likes you.”

“She likes me because she doesn't know how many times I sneaked into your room at nights,” he let out, chuckling at his own words, “plus she doesn't know that I'm the troublemaker of the school, does she?”

“You’re fine,” you giggled, hitting on his arm playfully, “It’s not my parents, I promise.”

“Then is it you?”

“Huh?”

“Is it because you want to stop seeing me?”

His words were barely audible, it was obvious that even the thought of not seeing you was hard to accept for him.

Not being able to stand how sad he looked, you reached your hand to his face and caressed his honey skin with the back of your palm, soft eyes melting his heart as you did so.

“Jay—” you tried to speak but he didn't allow you, the overwhelming feeling growing in his chest the more you avoided giving him a reasonable explanation.

“Don’t Jay me, y/n,” he stopped you as he held your hand, leaning his cheeks on it while intertwining his fingers with yours, “just tell me the truth, I know you didn’t do it just because, so talk to me honestly please.”

Okay, you know what, you were tired of it.

You tried your best to keep it to yourself but nope, Jay was too stubborn for you to handle and you could not physically keep on denying anymore, it had already been a long and you definitely did not have any energy left for this.

You were gonna give him what he wanted and get over with it, yep, that was what you were gonna do.

“Fine,” you sighed, pulling your hand away from his hold, “If you want the truth so much, here it is.”

“Wha—”

“I like you Jay, okay?” you blurted out, eyes focused on everywhere else but his as you spoke your thoughts mindlessly, “I like you so much that even though I knew my tutoring got your math nowhere better, I kept on doing it because I kept wanting to see you.”

“Y/n—”

“Let me finish!”

Fluttering his lashes, Jay pretended to zip his mouth shut, feeling a little dumbfounded since this was the first time you raised your voice at him.

It was like along with your new confession, a new side of you came out and honestly, he couldn’t feel more impressed than he was right now with you.

“But just because I like you, I can’t just waste your time so—”

“—so you went ahead and told the math teacher you wanted to quit, huh?”

“I said let me finish ,didn’t I?”

“I would if you weren’t such a big idiot.” Jay replied with a sheepish smile on his face, leaning his head on the back of his palm as he turned to look at you, “Gosh, what am I gonna do with you, hm?”

“What did you just call me?” you asked, doubting your ears over the words you just heard. Were you hallucinating or did he just call you a big idiot? For what freaking reason?

“A big idiot,” he repeated himself, emphasizing on every syllable to annoy you, “because that’s what you are.”

“Hey!” Just when you raised your hands to hit him, he grabbed your wrists and pulled you towards himself, letting you fall on top of him as he laid on his back on your bed.

Knowing that you didn’t do well with proximity, he hooked his arms over your waist and held you still, not letting you sneak away.

“W-what are you doing?! Let m-me go!” you yelled, struggling to move as he giggled, enjoying the sight of your blushed cheeks and shy eyes.

You couldn’t even look at his face as if you didn't just confess your whole heart to him a minute ago, how cute.

“I listened to you so, you’re gonna listen to what I have to say now, got it?”

“B-but—”

“Stop moving if you don't wanna wake your parents up with your noise.”

Defeated, you gave up, and placed your head on his chest tiredly. There was no point of being embarrassed so since you were stuck on top of him, you might as well just enjoy it.

Surprisingly, after your not so well thought confession, you were feeling a lot better, as if your shoulders were relieved from the burden that weighed a ton.

Laying on top of him also did not feel awkward, in fact it felt great, so safe and peaceful despite the high risk of getting busted by your family.

“Now,” his deep voice broke the short lasting silence as he patted your hair, playing with your soft strands, “why do you think I still fail at math?”

“Because I'm a terrible tutor?”

“Nope,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “you're a great tutor, the very best one I had.” he cooed, sounding sincere at what he said as he landed a kith on your temple, “now guess again.”

“I don’t know Jay—”

“Just try, it’s so obvious, you can’t not be aware of it.”

“Well, apparently I am,” you huffed, burying your head on his leather jacket as you nagged, “maybe I really am a big idiot, just like you said.”

“Hmm, want a clue then?” he chuckled, ruffling your hair, feeling like he was talking to a baby instead of a grown up, not that he could complain about it.

You acted extremely cute right now, which was pretty rare so, it wouldn’t be a lie to say that Jay was quite enjoying this whole thing.

Once you nodded your head, he moved his hands to cup your face and lifted it up from where you hid it on his chest.

And when he started to pull you towards himself, to his face where his lips were dangerously close to yours, you stopped him to ask what he was doing.

“J-Jay what are y-you doing?”

“Giving you a clue,” he mumbled right before he finally pressed his lips on yours, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs to soothe the heat that was emanating from them.

Which, unlike his intentions, got much worse.

When he broke the kiss, he looked at you, a satisfied grin forming on his face once he saw your frozen state — eyes closed and lips slightly parted, too shocked to move an inch.

“Do you get it now or do you want another kiss?” he breathed against your lips, brushing his nose to the tip of yours as he waited for your response.

How could you be so smart in every class yet so stupid when it came to him, so much that you didn’t even realize his feelings until now?

He didn’t know, but either way, you were still cute and he had no plans of letting you drop him so quickly.

“S-so,” you stuttered, opening your eyes slowly, “this means that you—” you gulped, not believing what you were about to say, “— y-you like me?”

“Yeah, you genius,” he mocked, booping your nose, “obviously I like you, I kept failing math so that I could keep you as my tutor,” he admitted, biting on his lower lip, “I was that desperate to see you, get it now?”

“Oh,” you let out, eyes growing big with realization, “Oh shit, I ruined everything by talking to Mr. Smith, didn’t I?”

“Sort of, yeah,” he agreed as he flipped you over and dropped you on the spot next to him, “Which is why you’re gonna go and speak to him tomorrow,” he said, getting off of your bed, “you’re gonna fix this mess just the way you caused it princess,” he ordered, grabbing his gloves from where he put them, “this is your punishment for going behind my back, understood?”

“What if there’s a better way?”

You got up from your spot and followed him, playing with the zipper of his jacket with a pout that you knew was gonna be efficient enough to work on jay.

“A better way? Like what?”

“What if you didn’t need to keep failing math to see me?”

Taking your small hands in his, Jay placed soft kisses on each one of your fingers before he led both of your arms on his shoulders, pulling you closer by your waist for a hug, loving the way your question sounded.

“I’d love that, but how?”

“Easy,” you mumbled, hugging his neck, “What if we started dating?”

What a dork, Jay thought, were you asking him out right now? He had to say your method sucked cause he doubted there could be a sloppier dating proposal than this.

Still, you looked adorable when you were bold like this so, guess he had no choice but to say yes to you.

“You wanna date me?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at you, “despite the fact that it’s gonna put you in so much trouble with your precious teachers?”

“No one has to know, do they?”

“Wow, so a secret relationship, huh?” Jay commented, pretending to be in disbelief, “And everyone thinks that I’m the bad guy in this relationship,” he muttered, messing with you, “only if they knew what kind of a player their perfectly innocent friend is, right y/n?”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed him away, only to be pulled back even closer in the span of a second.

“If you don’t want to just say so,” you nagged, not returning to his hug, “I’m trying for us here, you moron.”

“Alright alright,” he laughed as he gave you a squeeze with his strong biceps, “We’ll do as you say princess, now hug me back.”

Not wanting to make him grumpy, you did as he said and wrapped your arms around his waist, mewling at the boyish scent that hit your nose once you leaned your head on his shoulders.

He smelled amazing, hypnotizing even, enough to get you greedy for another kiss as you raised on your toes and reached for his lips, your heart beats fastening once you felt his hot breath fanning against your chin.

Everything was perfect, except for the familiar voice that came behind your door, which belonged to no one else but your mother as she called out your name, “Y/n, is everything okay in there?”

“Crap, crap, crap . .” You cursed out as you immediately pushed Jay towards your window, eyes growing with panic thinking how screwed you were about to become.

“Yes mom, don’t worry!” You yelled back, trying to sound normal as you helped Jay to safely get on the rooftop, “Just go back to bed!”

“Are you sure? I think I heard some noises, want me to come in?”

“No!”

Not able to control himself, Jay let out a laugh at how aggressive your “no” sounded. Oh god, why did you have to be so cute when you were panicking? It tempted him to tease you even more now.

Thanks to your fast reflexes, you were able to smack your hand over his mouth before he got too loud, hoping that his cute laughter escaped from the radar of your mom’s ears.

“Alright then, good night, stop wasting time awake and get some rest!”

“Will do mom, good night!”

After waiting for a couple of minutes to make sure your mom left, you let go of Jay’s mouth, sending him a death glare.

“Are you crazy?” you asked, punching him on the shoulders, “What was that laugh? Do you want us to get caught?”

“Sorry,” he apologized, pouting cutely, “you look so cute when you’re frustrated, I couldn’t help it.”

Shaking your head, you slapped his sneaky hands away, ruining his attempt of snuggling into your arms.

“Go,” you ordered, trying to give him your most serious look, “go before you get both of our asses kicked.”

“Fine, I’ll go,” he raised his hands, pretending to surrender as he approached you, “but first finish what you started,” he said, pursing his lips towards you, “give me my good night kiss, come on.”

“Jay—”

Before you could reject, Jay pushed his lips on yours and kissed you, biting on your flesh teasingly to get you flustered.

The kiss was brief, sadly, but it was enough to make you melt like an ice in the sun.

“Good night my love.” he whispered as he walked over to the edge and sent you a flying kiss before he jumped down, holding onto the veins just as he did while climbing up to your window.

When he landed on the floor, he looked up and smiled once he saw that you were watching him, “I love you” he mouthed as he waved you goodbye, looking oh so cool while putting on his helmet.

Once Jay took off you went back inside, neither of you having a single clue about the pair of eyes who just witnessed your newly born romance.

What was Mrs. L/n gonna do?

Forbid you from seeing Jay or let you get away since it was your first time falling in love?

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pairing: bf!enha hyung line x gn!reader // w.c: 2.1k words // genre: fluff. established relationship. // tw: mentions of kissing. mentions of food. mentions of falling.

#HEESEUNG.

It’s 1 am, you’re returning from your nightly escape with Heeseung, fingers intertwined and hands swinging back and forth. He’s enthusiastically telling you about his new internship, doe eyes looking dreamy and full of stars, pearl white teeth getting shown shyly from time to time from the lovely smile he holds on his features.

He’s walking you home, and when he speaks, you listen carefully to his words laced with his soft tone of voice. When you speak, he looks at you as if you’re the one holding his entire world in your hands.

You’re outside your building, but he doesn’t want to let go of your hand, he doesn’t want to let go of you yet, saying something along the lines of ‘i’ll miss you so much’ even if you’re six hours away from seeing each other again, even agreed already to go have breakfast together at your favorite waffle place before going to your respective lectures.

After so much convincing and pushing from your side, begrudgingly, he waves you goodbye, but he’s not walking away until you kiss his pouty lips one, two, three times, making the butterflies in his stomach awake as your affection leaves a trace of goosebumps along his arms. The boy pulls you in for a warm embrace as he leaves a chaste kiss on your forehead, smiling when he hears your melodious giggling.

Heeseung is already in the middle of the street, about to turn a corner, but he never turns his back to you, deciding to walk backwards so he can keep admiring your pretty face, a cheeky giggle coming out of his throat when he winks playfully at you and he sees you shying away.

Stopping in his tracks, he suddenly gets an idea, and even if it could cost him your neighbors calling the cops, he doesn’t mind a little bit.

It’s almost 2 am when Lee Heeseung puts his hands around his mouth to echo his voice, a very loud “I love you, Y/n!” resounding in the lonely street, “I’m so deeply, madly, crazily in love with you!” he screams again, and even if you’re shaking both your head and hands to signal for him to stop, Heeseung can see through your actions, he sees your gorgeous smile, making him feel victorious at his reckless antics of disturbing everyone’s peace.

Because Heeseung prefers to say “I love you” too much than too little. Because Lee Heeseung prefers to love you rather loudly than quietly. Because Lee Heeseung would rather prefer living in a world where you know he loves you a ridiculous amount, than you not knowing the deep feelings he holds for you. And your heart can’t stop beating against your chest when you see him running to you again while his hands find their place right on your hips as he pulls you closer to his chest.

And even if the boy standing in front of you is a little out of breath, he still kisses you as if you were the oxygen he so much needed to keep himself alive.

Because even if Heeseung wasn’t sure of a lot of things in his life, he was one hundred percent about this one: that the reason why his heart was beating loudly and wildly against his chest was because of you and only you.

Because Heeseung knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side, loving you.

#JONGSEONG.

The sun is slowly rising and its rays are starting to illuminate everything on its way, the brunet boy trying to rub the drowsiness away from his eyes as he sets each ingredient he needs one by one, carefully picking bowls and quietly setting the pan for the cooking.

Jay is unwittingly lowly humming to that corny radio song that you always sing, smiling to himself when he remembers how you don’t care to stop even if he playfully rolls his eyes at you. Instead, you always give him thousand tiny love pecks on his cheeks, never failing to make his heart flutter.

It’s barely 8 am, and even if Jay wants to abandon this to find his way again with you and hold your sleepy form in his arms in the warmth of his bed, he doesn’t comply with those thoughts. Because Jay knows how badly you’ve been craving for pancakes, specifically for the ones he always makes for you during special occasions, like when you stay the night at his because it’s too late to walk you back to your flat, just like now.

An hour or so later, he’s done with his masterpiece settled down on the table. Socks squeak against the hardwood floor, but he still tries his best to act cautious to reach his way to you. The biggest smile breaks into his face as his heart fills with warmth when he still sees your sleeping form, looking as soft as ever. You’re here, you’re safe, and you’re with him.

Sighing, he softly nudges your shoulder, a small laugh escaping his mouth when you groan in answer without moving, a small pout adorning your lips. “Breakfast is ready,” he mutters to you, grinning when he sees you opening your eyes at that while making grabby hands at him, and even if you can hear his small, feign complaining and can see the rolling of his eyes in endearment, Jay still complies to your sleepy inquiries, immediately crouching down so you can wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Your lips find his neck and leave small kisses as a good morning greeting. Brushing your hair with his slender fingers, he leaves a small peck on your temple as he sits you on your designated seat, right by his side.

During an early Saturday morning, Jay understands the meaning behind the word “love” when you cut a small part of your pancake and offer it to him to taste first, because, as you always say: “the first bite it’s always the best.” Jay knows that you’re the only person to him because you get excited over mundane pancakes, standing up as you thank him in the form of hugs and thousand kisses around his face, the both of you giggling as you’re in each other’s arms.

Park Jongseong understands that same day that he wouldn’t mind having to wake up early every single weekend day of his life to cook you your favorite pancakes if it meant he could see your precious smile plastered on your lovely face.

Because that’s what love is about. Love is about eating pancakes with your loved one. And love felt right to him.

Being in love with you felt like his home, and Park Jongseong wouldn’t want to have it in any other way.

#JAEYUN.

The snowflakes haven’t stopped falling since last night, covering every single surface outside that they could reach and giving you the prettiest picture worth of a museum’s painting. Jake has excitedly woke you up since early morning, and even if you huffed in despair and whined at him that you wanted to stay inside the warmth of your covers, your overexcited boyfriend ends up convincing you in the form of tiny kisses all over your face and the promise of helping you out to dress warmly.

The blonde boy keeps leaving small kisses on your face at any opportunity he gets; when you peek your head outside the long sleeve shirt he’s putting on you, or when he’s tugging the arms of the coat so it can fit you better, the giggling coming out of your still drowsy form making him feel all fuzzy inside.

It’s 9 am when you’re walking side by side, gloved hands intertwined with each other as he talks about craving hot chocolate so badly for a while now, a small grin displayed on his face as some of his gold locks move around freely due the chilly air.

It’s almost noon when you’re pressed one against the other in a booth that’s located at the corner in a cozy café, chatting up about whatever that comes to mind, soft giggling and shared secrets between two lovers that can’t help but look at each other with nothing but fondness behind their orbs. You ordered your respective beverages, but Jake can’t help but steal a sip from time to time from your drink, the boy also feeding you some of the cake he ordered for himself, tenderly wiping at the corner of your mouth whenever it’s needed, accompanied with a small peck right at the corner of your lips and grinning when he hears your cute laugh.

Having taken off your gloves since you’ve arrived, you reach out to cup the blond’s boy cheeks, making him jump away slightly when he gasps at the contact of your cold skin against the contrast of his warm skin, but even then, he gets a hold of your freezing hands and puts them in front of his face as he breathes on your chilly fingers.

Jake holds you closer, giving you his warmth even at the cost of his own comfort. Jake gives you his love in the form of shiny eyes full of stars staring at you with tenderness. He gives you his love in the form of rubbing your hands gently between his and kissing them so you can also feel the comforting heat radiating as his manners also warm your heart.

It’s the smile between the small peck he leaves on your knuckles that wordlessly lets you know that he will always put you first. It’s the way he wraps his arms around your figure to put you on his lap, kissing your cheek and making you giggle, that lets you know that he wants you happy.

That even if it was something as trivial as cold fingers, or something more profound with deeper meaning, Jake just hopes that you know that he would give his one hundred percent plus two more just so he can see you content and well.

Just so you can know how much love his heart holds for your existence that meant the entire world to him.

#SUNGHOON.

The sun is starting to hide in order to welcome the moon into a clear night, you and Sunghoon laying on your living room’s couch as each of you minded your business, a soft tune playing in the background and filling the comfortable silence.

His eyes can’t help but raise from his phone screen from time to time so he can admire you, the way your gestures give away whether you like or not a scene from the book you’re reading, scrunching up your nose in disgust or sometimes holding back surprised gasps, making a small on his face appear at your cute antics, making him feel warm inside at seeing his person enjoying their own thing, your calm aura enough to make Sunghoon feel serenity just by seeing you exist.

An hour or so later, Sunghoon hears a slow, familiar beat playing on the radio, the song being associated with you inside his mind since you never fail to play it in your car whenever you’re out, and before he can even think of whatever he’s doing, he’s standing on his feet and extending a hand towards you. “Dance with me, Y/n,” he voices out the offer as crimson red starts overtaking his ears due the shyness he feels under your scrutinizing gaze.

You don’t need to think it twice, getting a hold of his hand and standing along with him as he puts your hands on his shoulders and he embraces your form by holding your waist, eyes meeting with each other as the tall boy starts swaying you from side to side in a slow waltz. The bright smile you give him just makes him pray and hope that his brain doesn’t fail him so it can commit to this beautiful memory of you being with him like this.

He pulls you closer, impossible closer so you can put your head against his chest, hearing the rhythmic beat of his heart, the boy placing his lips against your forehead as you feel him muttering a confession, the three words you always hear from each other’s mouth but still cherish like it’s the first time they’re getting said.

And even when the song comes to an end, the both of you keep the closeness, the moon light watching with affection the two souls deeply enamored with each other as words are not even needed when their actions are louder than every single sentence that could ever get said in romantic poetry.

Park Sunghoon has never struck himself as the type to be a hopeless romantic, but right in that instant, the dark haired boy thinks that peace is an overlooked word.

Peace is the best word that fits the description of whatever he feels blossoming inside his chest whenever he has his arms wrapped around you. Peace feels like when he gets a glimpse of you smiling up at him, those eyes glinting in endearment just because he exists. His peace is calm and filled with thoughts of his person, it’s full of adoration for you and only you. Peace feels like home, and home feels like you.

Because Park Sunghoon discovered that love wasn’t just an emotion or a feeling, love wasn’t just a spark in a blink of an eye, it wasn’t just a fleeting moment.

Love was in the shape of a person, and that person to him, happens to be you.

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Ngl Jake prada look made history🤌🤌✨️

what abt favourite Jake hair hmm??

I honestly think he can rock any color but I love the classic black on him sm

Like it just adds that bad boy aura and it suits him so well I live for it 🤌🏼