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Daydream
Highly recommend! If you have the chance, read this masterpiece! Warning it does have some gory details but its warned at the beginning of each chapter if there is gore so you are free to skip if needed:3
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M D N I 18+
C H A P T E R 1 N E : P R O L O G U E
P A R T 1 N E
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Literally crying happy tears 🥹 such amazing story telling and omg everyone needs to read thjs
With Love, Jay
pairing: guitarist!Jay x violinist!fem-reader
synopsis: Who knew young love could be so alarmingly disarming? Your new neighbor had you before a hello, his cute smile and charming first impression; you were doomed from the start. But what happens when it’s not your attention he was playing for? Will your efforts to make things work fall short or would they have him falling instead?
w/c: 14.7k
warnings: one sided pining, ANGST….,but a happy ending, jay annoying, Y/N is too nice </3, other than that there’s nothing! lmk if i’m missing something!
a/n: okayyyyy those requested this Jay best friend to lovers AU with a lot of angst…. this for you. i wasn’t sure how to feel about this since i’m not super confident in my angst but nonetheless please and enjoy and can you guess who’s the next installment in the series ? :* likes and reblogs are encouraged!
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Oh my goodness…. This was, no IS such a good jay fic! I literally felt every emotion while reading this (in a good way lol). No words can describe how beautifully written this fic was! Please give this fic a read!!!
Novocaine
pairing: guitar rocker!jay x bartender fem!reader
synopsis: Your job requires you to deal with all types of people, but you didn’t mind since at the end of the day you were getting paid– paid good. However, when a band comes for a permanent gig you’re faced with a dilemma that all hot rocker cliches were true, unfortunately. The last thing you wanted to do was give him the time and day to come in and shuffle your life into a mess, right?
Warnings: mature concepts (minor friendly!) , drinking, smoking (W33D HA), Y/N lowkey going through it, suggestive content (kissing) and indication of drug usage (non-mcs!) not proof read!
🗒AN: FINALLY A BAND AU, everyone will make a band AU one day but in celebration of Jay coming back home we have guitarist Jay! Honestly while writing this I didn’t expect it to turn the way it did (I was going for full-on band AU but I can’t resist when I start writing 💔). Thank you to my bff bb @enaus for helping me in the process ilysm. Honestly rereading I’ve mentioned how this is just my badboy! Jay from my trope series in another universe LOL but please enjoy!!
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“Yo Sinners! What happens in Sin City stays in Sin City so let loose and have some fucking fun!”
Ah— escaping responsibilities, consequences, and past indiscretions were all things welcomed in Sin City. A chance to live without thought and judgment surrounded by others who craved for the same fall of grace, but if it meant you’d spend a couple of bands on drinks and VIP lounges— then you were always welcomed here. While others came to escape their mundane lives you came to Sin City to escape your dreadful one. You weren’t sure what aspect you were running from, lack of knowing the next time you were penniless or the redundant meetings with your advisor about what you were going to do after graduation if you ever make it that far.
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Uhggg 😫 such a good fic! Lowkey binge reading this series rn and i LOVE it. Also got me cryin at 2am but still love it! Please give this series a read, you won’t regret it:3
ENHYPEN Mini Series
E N H Y P E N as Greek Myths
EROS & PSYCHE
pairings: yang jungwon x reader
synopsis: yang jungwon, the notorious playboy of your school tries to play his little game with you but ended up losing.
word count: 10k
important note: i originally planned to write enhypen as greek gods but then i didn’t find some love stories that i like so i end up using some love stories that aren’t greek gods. also these are like modern versions of greek mythology love stories.
warnings: grammar errors, swearing, playboy jungwon and lots of kissing. let me know if i missed some!
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T-T just read both parts of the fic and MY GOODNESS ITS SO GOOD 😭
Whispers From My Heart (pt.1) - Won (양정원)
You were 14, and he was 19, but your story doesn't stop there. ꒰ wc: 5.7k ꒱
[pairing] brother's best friend! jungwon x fem! reader [genre] brother's best friend trope, unrequited love, coming-of-age, fluff, angst [warnings] mentions of minor character death
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"I fell in love with my brother’s best friend."
That was a secret you would forever keep in your heart.
It was spring in 2018. You were 14 that year, freshly in high school. Flowers were just starting to bloom, decorating the sidewalks with colorful tulips and daisies.
You ran down the hallway, waving goodbye to your classmates, hands clutching onto your backpack strap. Classes had been awful that day. You couldn’t pay attention at all. Instead, you were doodling along the math problem you were supposed to solve. The teacher had called on you, and you stood up frantically, blurting out a random answer that was, of course, not correct.
It had gotten harder for you to focus these days. Math and science proved not to be your strong suit. They were just so…boring.
As you ran out of the school, sunshine hit your face, casting a warm glow onto your skin. You covered your eyes, wincing, as you saw your best friend run towards you. Her hands were frantically waving as she clung to your arms, laughing, “Hey, Y/N! We should go to the convenience store!”
“For what? I kinda wanna go home.” You asked as the both of you continued walking.
“Come on!” she whined, “It’ll be fun. Plus, the boys said they’ll pay.”
You turned toward her, confused, “The boys?”
She looked excited as she announced, “Mhm, Niki and them.” She pointed at a group of boys who were waiting by a big tree.
The tallest one of the group waved toward you excitedly with a big smile on his face. You waved back, smiling awkwardly. “I think I’ll pass…I gotta go home. My brother’s back home today.”
You smiled apologetically at your best friend, waving goodbye to her and Niki as you ran across the street.
You lived in a relatively private neighborhood—one where everyone knew each other and would bring over snacks and gifts during holidays. You wouldn’t deny it; your family had a little bit of money. So compared to your other classmates, you grew up having nicer things, and your house was pretty big. You had loving parents and an annoying older brother, who was five years older than you, who you fought with all the time. You still missed him, though.
He had moved away for high school, only occasionally coming back. You had started missing the banter and someone you could talk with behind your parents' backs. You were so excited to go back home because your brother was back for spring break today. Plus, you had a little favor you needed to ask of him.
Upon opening the front door, you’re immediately hit with a strong aroma of fragrances wafting through the air, making your stomach rumble. Despite your mouth watering, you ignore your craving, yelling a greeting to your mom before running up the stairs.
Quickly finding your brother’s room, you throw your backpack onto the ground, barging through his door.
“Sunoo! Why didn’t you answer my texts….” Your voice trails off as you’re met with not your brother but another boy around your brother’s age. Way cuter than your brother, though.
Your eyes widen as you step back slowly. The window was open, blowing a soft breeze through the room as the two of you made eye contact. His eyes crinkled up slowly as he gave you a gentle smile.
“Hi there. I’m Yang Jungwon. What’s your name?”
That was the first time you met. To you, he was like an angel, smiling at you as the sunlight illuminated his soft and gentle features.
〰
The next time you would see him would be in the principal’s office of your school. You had your hands behind your back as you timidly looked up at him. His face was stern and scrunched up as he silently scolded you.
Your principal coughed, bringing both of your attention to him. “Y/N’s brother, I hope you understand this is a very serious matter.”
Jungwon’s head quickly turned back to the principal, bowing slightly, “Of course, we completely understand. We will discipline her at home.”
At this, a lady jumps in, screaming, “Look at what she did to my son! His poor nose is broken. How dare she hit him!”
You watch quietly as your principal shakes his head, letting out a deep sigh. “Fighting at a young age is bad for the rest of her classmates. Not to mention, her teacher has also been complaining about her lack of concentration and commitment to her classes. This attitude is absolutely not accepted. She has to start thinking about her future. It’s almost time for her to choose her pathway….”
There the old man goes again, rambling on and on about how good students should act and pulling out the whole school syllabus. You’ve heard the same speech multiple times already with your mom.
It’s not like you hated school. You just weren’t interested in a lot of its subjects. When asked about your dream, you could only think of drawing and doodling for the rest of your life.
As you were lost in your thoughts, a sudden nudge on your shoulder brought you back to reality. You looked up, and Jungwon was gesturing for you to listen. You sighed as you looked at your principal as he was passionately snitching about you to Jungwon. After a chorus of yeses and a series of “Y/N’s future depends all on you, sir,” your principal was finally satisfied and let you go with detention.
Hand in hand, the two of you walk out of the school in silence.
Jungwon gently clears his throat, directing your attention to him. You look up, finding him already looking at you with one eyebrow raised.
“So? Care to explain why the boy’s nose was bleeding?”
You huffed air out of your mouth, “He kept kicking my chair even after I told him to stop. So I taught him a little lesson.”
Jungwon bopped your nose teasingly, “Don’t say that with such a proud look on your face.”
You swat at his arm, “Stop,” you whine.
“I help you out, and this is how you repay me?” Jungwon asks, crossing his arms. “Remember, I can still tell your parents and your brother,” he says, sticking his tongue out.
“Wait, no, no. I’m sorry.” You pout, “Next time, if they need a guardian to come in, can you pretend to be my older brother again? They already think you’re my brother, so it’ll be easier.”
Jungwon narrowed his eyes at you, bending down to your eye level. “Next time? Your job is to make sure there is no next time. If your teacher or someone decides to call your family themselves, they’ll find out what happened today. Then. We’re both doomed.” Jungwon whispered, thumb drawing a line across his neck.
“Then we won’t let them find out. I’ll just tell them I’ll call my brother again, then I’ll call you.” You reasoned, staring at him intently.
Jungwon lets out a surprised chuckle, “Little one, we hardly know each other. What do I get in return for me helping you?”
You furrowed your eyebrows, deep in thought. “Uhh…I’ll buy you candy!”
Jungwon resisted the urge to laugh, his cheeks puffing up in amusement.
“Okay then, little sister. I better see all my favorite candies.”
He ruffles your hair as you enthusiastically nod your head, the both of you laughing at your shared secret.
That was the second time you met. To you, he was like a reliable older brother.
〰
Everyone says the third time’s the charm. But it wasn’t.
You were 16 that year.
You remember running down the same sidewalk to go home. It was your routine to always play with the neighbor’s puppy before running to your driveway, and that’s exactly what you did. After getting tired of squatting for so long, you would run to your front door and open it excitedly, wondering what food your mom had prepared.
However, on that particular day, the usual aroma that usually wafted through the air was noticeably absent. Furthermore, the kitchen appeared to be void of any signs of activity.
The only evidence that anyone was in the house was the faint murmur coming from the living room. You slowed down your pace, and with the utmost caution, you quietly tiptoed to the living room.
Peeking from behind the big vase, you can see your parents, Sunoo and…Jungwon?
An unsettling feeling settled in the air, noticeable from the somber looks on their faces. Your brother was a goofball, and that part of him only seemed to amplify whenever Jungwon was around. So the fact that even Sunoo was being serious meant something was wrong.
With confusion, you press your face against the vase in an attempt to hear their conversation clearer.
“Jungwon…father…just fell ill…we can help…”
“...helped me too much already…debt….”
“...stay in my room…don’t care….”
You could only catch fragments of the conversation, but it was clear that Jungwon was in some type of trouble, and he wasn’t accepting your family’s help.
Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t see that the conversation had ended until a figure stood right in front of you.
It was Jungwon. He was still the same as you remembered. He always smelt like coconuts. It was subtle and sweet, perfectly fitting for his personality. His face was soft and gentle, eyes crinkling up when he smiled. You wanted to say his smile was the same, but something was missing. His smile, though recognizable, now carried a weight. It was no longer carefree but laced with the burdens of responsibility.
His hands reach up to ruffle your hair gently. “Hey, lil sis, you’ve grown a lot taller since I last saw you.” With that, he turns and walks upstairs. You watch as he disappears to the corner where Sunoo’s room is located.
You look into the living room, checking that your parents and your brother are still engaged in conversation before quietly running upstairs.
You stop by your room to grab something before knocking on the door to your brother’s room.
“Come in,” a gentle voice resounds from within the room.
Peeking your head in, you smile softly at Jungwon, who is sitting on the balcony. You carefully closed the door behind you, ensuring now to make a single sound.
“What are you doing, being all sneaky?”
“Hold out your hands.”
“Huh? Why?
“Just hold out your hands.” You remarked, your tone tinged with a hint of impatience.
Carefully, you drop a handful of candy onto Jungwon’s open palms.
Jungwon’s eyes widened before letting out a surprised chuckle. “What’s this for? I remember the deal was I would get candy if I helped you again.”
“Think of this as a prepayment.” You said, jutting out your chin.
The boy before you blinked twice before bursting into laughter, “I’m sorry,” he said between chuckles. “Our little sister is growing up.”
You stared at him in shock and disbelief. You just wanted to make him feel better. Yet here he was, laughing at you.
Exasperated, you let out a huff and swiftly retrieved the candy from his outstretched palm. Observing his mouth slightly agape, you defiantly unwrapped one of the candies and declared, “You don’t have to accept it. I’ll eat it myself!”
Before you can pop the candy in your mouth, Jungwon leans forward, seizing the opportunity to eat it straight from your hand. Your eyes widen in sheer shock as you feel his lips delicately brush against your finger.
Surprised by his sudden gesture, you step back, inadvertently dropping the candy wrapper in the process.
“W-what are you doing?”
Jungwon chews thoughtfully, licking his lips, “I never said I didn’t want the candy,” he utters cheekily.
You feel your cheeks heating up, and you quickly look away. Shoving your hands towards him, you give him back the treats. Without looking at him, you quickly turn around to leave the room. As you make a hasty attempt to leave the room, a sudden grip tightens around your wrist, halting your movement.
Startled, you freeze in your tracks, feeling Jungwon’s firm hold on your wrist.
“Sit with me,” Jungwon says, voice barely above a whisper.
That evening, you find yourselves seated on your brother’s balcony, gazing out at the breathtaking scenery. Initially, a comfortable silence envelopes the air, with neither of you uttering a word, simply relishing in each other’s presence.
Then, Jungwon began talking. At first, he talked about simple things, like how stressful college was, and he even humorously advised you never to go. Gradually, the topics became more serious. He began talking about how his father had gotten diagnosed with cancer and how he had left so much debt that Jungwon had no idea how to pay back.
All you could do was sit there and listen attentively. Jungwon was nothing but kind to you, and he didn’t deserve any of the things he was going through now.
As a naive teenager, you gently grabbed ahold of his sleeve, and with confidence, you told him, “When I grow older, I’ll help you pay back the debt.”
All you wanted to do was to save him from misery and to see him smile genuinely again. You remember he had smiled at you softly, lips curling up gently.
“Okay, I’ll wait for you.”
That was the third time you met. To you, he was a friend that you desperately wanted to help, just like how he once helped you.
〰
The summer before your last year of high school had been rough. You had so much summer homework it seemed impossible to finish it all in time. Lucky for you, Sunoo and Jungwon were coming back from college. You could just ask them for help.
Over the past two years, it had become a tradition for Jungwon to come back with Sunoo during breaks since his family condition wasn’t ideal. It was your parents’ idea, and honestly, you had no reason to be against it.
Having Jungwon around meant Sunoo couldn’t bully you because you would just use Jungwon as a shield. Your parents would joke around about how Jungwon was like your second brother.
But, for some reason, you didn’t really like the sound of that. You’re not really sure why, though.
That summer went by way too fast. Maybe it’s because you all had too much fun. You knew it would be the last summer as a high school student, so you made sure you were able to do everything you wanted, like having a picnic, camping outside your yard to watch the stars, climbing up a mountain just to scream your lungs out at the peak, getting up super early with your sketchbook to catch the sunrise, and so many more.
Jungwon completed most of them with you, minus getting up early to watch the sunrise, his excuse being he and Sunoo had stayed up too late playing games.
Before you knew it, the first day of school rolled around, and it was time for Sunoo and Jungwon to go back to their dorms.
“Don’t miss us too much, crybaby,” Sunoo teased, pinching your cheeks.
“I’m not a crybaby! I’m 18 already!”
“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re still a crybaby,” Sunoo stuck out his tongue. “Who was the one sniffling in her room at 2 am last night, huh?”
Jungwon comes up from behind Sunoo with his suitcase. “Quit teasing her. Don’t act like you didn’t spend the whole summer making her a goodbye present.”
You watch as your brother’s face reddens, “Present? What present? Why don’t I see it?”
Sunoo punches Jungwon in the arm before running out the door in embarrassment. “Dude! She wasn’t supposed to know until we left. Ughhh, this is so embarrassing!”
Jungwon only laughs in reply before ruffling your hair. “It’s in your room. He spent the whole summer making it while we were having fun.”
You watch as Jungwon walks out the door with his suitcase. He turns back one last time to wave at you, “I’ll see you later.”
After waving longingly at your brother’s car, watching as they drive off, you quickly run upstairs to your bedroom.
And there, sitting on top of your desk, was a miniature model of a cottage. It was a beautiful house, with beautiful flowers and vines adorning the outside. Upon closer look, the inside of the cottage looked homey and full of life. The lamps on the inside emitted a soft glow that warmed your heart.
You had been so mad at Sunoo for not hanging out with Jungwon and you. You felt horrible. He had never told you he was doing this, but then again, he was never one to be sentimental.
You sniffle once. Then twice. Sniffs turned into cries, which turned into sobs.
Your brother was right. You were still a crybaby.
〰
Sigh.
“It’s so hot in here,” you thought to yourself as you spun your pencil between your fingers. Out of boredom, you blew air out of your mouth, causing your bangs to flutter and fly up.
The air blowing in from the classroom window wasn’t enough to take the heat away. The sun’s rays penetrated the room, casting elongated shadows of desks and chairs upon the walls. Your gaze was fixated on the lovely scene unfolding outside in the courtyard, where students frolicked, their laughter and playful bickering reaching your ears.
“Hey!”
Startled, you yelped, causing your pencil to fall on the desk as you jumped up in your chair.
Looking at the laughing boy, you pick up your pencil to gently tap it against his head.
“Knock it out, Niki. It’s not funny,” you pouted.
“Sorry, sorry. Your reaction was too cute.” Niki said, hugging his stomach.
You sighed, laying your chin on your palms.
“What’s wrong?” Niki asked, finally calming down.
“I’m so bored. School’s so boring.”
Niki’s voice perked up, “Wanna go get ice cream after school?”
A spark of excitement ignited within you, and your eyes lit up, “Ice cream?”
Niki grinned, “Yup!”
“You’ll pay?” you asked, looking at him hopefully.
“Of course!”
After school, the two of you walked to the local dessert that sold all types of desserts, from ice cream to tiramisu to full-on birthday cakes. It was a popular hang-out place for students from your high school.
You heard all about the drama that happens at the shop. Always another couple caught secretly on a date.
Leaning down to peer through the glass display, your eyes glimmered as you eagerly scanned the ice cream flavors.
“Sorry, we don't have honey pistachio here,” a familiar voice rings out.
You look up in shock, your mouth falling open as you stare at the person behind the counter.
Jungwon throws you a warm smile as he waves timidly.
“Jungwon!” You smile widely, standing up straight. “I didn’t know you worked here.”
“I recently started. Needed a little extra money,” Jungwon explained, wiping his hands on a towel. “You here with a friend?”
Nodding in response, You gestured towards Niki, who approached. “Niki, meet Jungwon. Jungwon, meet Niki.”
The two greeted each other before you both placed your orders.
“How much is it?” You asked, reaching into your purse.
“It’s fine. This one’s on the house.” Jungwon said with a smile, extending the waffle cone towards you.
Jungwon had always been nice, too nice. Despite the enormous burden left by his father's debt, he chose to remain by his side, assuming the responsibility of caring for him. If it weren’t for his father, Jungwon wouldn’t have to work three jobs at the same time. Knowing this, there was no way you would let him pay for you.
Before leaving with Niki, you swiftly placed a $20 bill on the table when Jungwon wasn’t looking. Without a backward glance, you hurriedly made your way out the door.
Skipping along the sidewalk, you felt much better. A sense of relief enveloped you. It had worried you when Jungwon offered to pay. You didn’t want him to work too much.
Niki was awfully quiet, which was weird. He was never quiet. That boy always had something up his sleeves, whether it was a new joke or a new song he learned. But now, as you guys walked along the street, he did not utter a single word.
“U-uhm, Y/N?”
“Hm?” you hummed in response.
“I need to tell you something.”
“Go ahead.”
Suddenly, you felt Niki grab onto your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks. He turned towards you, his face a mixture of seriousness and nervousness.
“It’s been a long time, so I think I should tell you since this is our last year of high school,” Niki begins with a mixture of apprehension and sincerity. “But, uhm, I’ve liked you ever since we were in middle school. All these years, all the things I did were to get your attention and to make you laugh. I didn’t do it because I just wanted to be friends. I want to take it further with you. Even when you ignored me, I still felt happy. You don’t have to answer right away, I just wanted to tell you before I regretted it.”
After he finished, he turned his face toward the ground, afraid to meet your gaze and look at your reaction.
Honestly, you were shocked. The realization that Niki saw you in that way had never crossed your mind. Your relationship with him had always felt more like a bond between bros. The constant playful banter between you two led you to believe that he saw you more as one of the guys. The relationship you had with Niki was like the relationship you had with Sunoo. He was close and familiar, like family.
“Niki…I-I’m shocked, honestly. You’ll always be my best friend, and I value our friendship more than you think. I don’t want to say sorry because I really want to thank you for liking me.” You hoped your words would convey the depth of your appreciation. You didn’t want him to feel like it was his fault for his feelings that he couldn’t really control.
It felt like an eternity, but eventually, Niki let out a sigh and looked up at you with a smile. “Yeah, I expected that much. Y/N, you were always kind and thoughtful, even now. It honestly feels like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Thank you! Let’s stay in contact in college, okay?”
You bit your lip, nodding your head as tears brimmed your eyes. “Mhm, of course.”
You watched as Niki walked off. You needed some time alone to think about some things and collect your thoughts.
“No dating until you’re in college.” Jungwon suddenly appears next to you, catching you off guard.
You scowled, “Were you eavesdropping?”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “Hardly. You guys are in the middle of the street. I just happened to overhear.”
“I rejected him.”
“Good,” Jungwon replied. “Too early for you to be worrying about dating. You got college exams coming up,” he stated matter-of-factly. You looked at him with an unamused expression, not appreciating his attempt to dictate your choices.
“Hello? I’m still sad here,” you retorted. “Niki had always been there for me. I don’t want this to change anything between us. I feel selfish even thinking like this. Also, who said you were the boss of me, hm? I’m old enough to make my own decisions.”
Jungwon only chuckled at your reaction. “Just looking out for you,” he remarked casually.
“In that case, I should also look out for you,” you shot back, a hint of spite in your tone. “You should also tell me when you get a girlfriend,” you added, expressing a touch of defiance.
Jungwon’s only response was a simple “Okay.” You looked at him in shock, searching his face for any signs of jest, but he appeared completely serious, with no hint of sarcasm or playfulness.
“Okay?” you asked, your confusion evident as you tried to comprehend Jungwon’s unexpected sincerity.
He nodded affirmatively. “Okay,” he repeated simply. “When I get a girlfriend, you’ll be the first to know. I’ll even ask you for permission.”
At that moment, a smile effortlessly crept onto your face. “You’re so annoying,” you laugh, the corners of your eyes crinkling up in amusement.
Jungwon joined in on the laughter, his amusement blending with yours, and for a moment, just a moment, butterflies fluttered in your stomach. It was a brief yet exhilarating sensation that left you feeling unexpectedly light-hearted.
“Also,” Jungwon interjected, stuffing something inside your bag. “I said it was on me. I have enough money to at least buy you ice cream, dummy,” he playfully remarked, his words accompanied by a gentle ruffling of your hair.
You had no idea how to pinpoint the exact feeling you were experiencing at that very moment.
To you, he was a boy that made your heart flutter whenever you thought about him, which was often. Though, you couldn’t quite define the depth of your feelings.
〰
Even as time passed and you grew older, there was one particular instance that remained etched vividly in your mind.
You managed to secure a job at a restaurant conveniently located near your house. It was a summer hustle, an attempt to save up money before heading off to college.
That day remains crystal clear in your memory—your boss had requested you to work overtime due to the bustling weekend. Aware of the extended hours, you conscientiously sent a text message to your family and Jungwon, letting them know that you wouldn’t be able to make it back in time for dinner.
The evening was filled with long lines of orders and demanding customers drunk off beer. The work was exhausting, but at least it paid well.
You were loading the last box of cabbages into the refrigerator, organizing the chaotic space within. A sudden darkness descended when the lights inside the fridge unexpectedly went out.
You grumbled in annoyance, “Stupid light. We should’ve changed the bulb long ago.”
It was a usual occurrence. The bulb inside the refrigerator would inevitably go out, yet the management never bothered to replace it. Their preferred solution was a temporary fix—giving the bulb a slight turn until it flickered back to life, buying them a bit more time.
With that in mind, you just continued to move the boxes of vegetables around in the dark. Being afraid of the dark prompted you to work faster, hastening your movements as you navigate through the shadows.
With a sigh of relief, you brushed your hands against your pants and pivoted towards the door, mustering a bit of strength to push your body against it.
“Hm, that’s weird.”
You pushed against it harder. But nothing. The door was not budging. Panic coursed through your veins as the realization struck you like a bolt of lightning.
You had been locked in. Your coworker must’ve thought no one was in the fridge since the lights were out. You mentally cursed at them for not checking first before locking it. They were always lousy at their jobs.
“Hello?! Is anyone around? Help! I’m stuck in the refrigerator!” The deafening silence echoed around you as your screams and frantic bangs on the door yielded no response.
You fumbled around your pocket for your phone, but a chilling truth dawned upon you: you had left your phone on the counter.
Desperation settled in, and your heart pounded against your chest. The confined space seemed to close in on you, its temperature dropping, making you shiver from both fear and the cold. Every breath you took became shallower, every beat of silence intensifying your unease.
As you huddled against the cold metal walls, you mustered all your courage to keep calling out, pounding on the door with fading hope. You knew that your only chance was to wait for someone to realize your absence, but the passing time felt interminable.
The silence persisted, mocking your attempts to escape. The minutes stretched into an hour, and your anxiety was settling in. Your breath became harbored from being in the dark for so long, not to mention the cold was eating at you, fingers and toes becoming senseless.
You quietly sobbed in the corner of the fridge, body shivering uncontrollably as you began to mutter about how much you loved everyone. You really thought you were going to die in that fridge that night. Your mind was becoming hazy, and you felt yourself being pushed toward the brink of unconsciousness.
Just as you felt yourself slipping away, a loud bang reverberated from outside the fridge. The sudden commotion jolted you back to awareness. Driven by a surge of adrenaline, you hastily scrambled to your knees, desperately attempting to regain control over your numb limbs. In an instant, your strength wavered, and you tumbled back to the ground, unable to support your weight as your legs betrayed you.
The banging continued as a familiar voice rang out, cutting through the clamor.
“Y/N!! Are you in there?!” The words pierced through the cold air, a sob ripping through your throat as you screamed back, “Jungwon! I’m right here, I’m inside!”
“Oh my god,” Jungwon exhaled. “It’s okay, Y/N! I’m here. Hang on a little longer, I’ll get you out of there!”
You listened as Jungwon grunted and repeatedly slammed himself onto the door in an attempt to bust it open, but the door remained stubborn.
With a final push, Jungwon summoned all his might and delivered a powerful kick to the door. The impact was met with a resounding crash as the door finally caved in, revealing you huddled in the corner, shivering from both the cold and the emotional turmoil you had endured.
Jungwon wasted no time. He rushed towards you, enveloping you in a tight, comforting embrace. His arms wrapped around you securely as he held you close, providing a reassuring presence amidst the chaos. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, he offered words of solace, soothing your frayed nerves and assuring you that you were safe now.
He had sat you down, offering you a hot cup of tea as you sniffled from the trauma of being locked in the fridge for over an hour.
“How’d you know I was there?” You asked quietly.
“Well, you mentioned you were going to be at work, but it was getting too late. I told your parents I would go look for you. I thought the first place to look was probably going to be here.” Jungwon explained, rubbing your back soothingly. “You feeling better?”
You nodded your head slightly. “Mhm, still a little cold,” you responded, a hint of lingering chill evident in your voice. As if to emphasize your point, a tiny sneeze escaped you, prompting a gentle smile from Jungwon.
He chuckles cutely, “Let’s get you home so you can take a nice warm bath, kay?”
As he drove you home, the heater blasting warm air despite the summer season, you had to express your gratitude. The words tumbled from your lips, heartfelt and sincere.
“Thank you, Jungwon. I really thought I was going to die.”
He had reached over, ruffling your hair, a habit he had developed over time. With a tender tone, he softly whispered, “Of course, I’ll always be here for you.”
His promise would remain forever untested because that would be the last time you’d see him.
〰
Being away from your family was tough. It took you a long time to get over being homesick, and adjusting to the bustling city life posed its own set of difficulties.
Slowly over time, you built a network of friends who understood the challenges of being away from home. Together, you formed a support system, sharing laughter, tears, and stories from your hometowns.
While the yearning for home never completely faded, it became tempered with a newfound sense of resilience and independence.
Gradually, you relinquished the grip of fear and anxiety that had once held you back. With each passing day, you made a conscious choice to embrace your new life and reality.
But, there was always one thing, one person that constantly nagged at the back of your mind.
Jungwon had moved away not long after your accident. His father had passed away, losing his fight with cancer. Jungwon moved back to his hometown to look after the family home and take care of the affairs left behind.
You had hidden in your room, wrapped under your blankets, when Jungwon came by to say goodbye. You wanted to come out to hug him and beg him to not go, but that would be selfish of you.
No amount of words could express why you didn’t want him to go. Your desire for him to stay stemmed from your own selfish longing rather than an actual reason for him to neglect his responsibilities. You understood that your feelings alone were not enough to justify holding him back.
So instead of facing him, you chose to hide. You wished you could burst out from under the blankets and hug him and say a proper goodbye, but your tears and voice betrayed you. You could only sob silently as Jungwon quietly bid farewell and left the room.
Even now, he lingered persistently in your thoughts, refusing to fade away. You held onto the foolish hope that maybe one day you would suddenly see him amidst the crowd on the bustling streets, or perhaps during a routine trip to the grocery store, or even while strolling along the tranquil river.
These fantasies became your refuge, a way for you cope with the feelings of regret. If only you had been braver. Maybe if you had told him the day he came by to say goodbye, maybe then, things would be different.
The rational part of you understood that life doesn’t always grant second chances or fairytale endings.
Yet, from time to time, you find yourself wondering if he, too, thought about you as much as you did about him.
To you, he was your first love.
To you, he was a secret you would keep forever in your heart.
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a/n: this fic was inspired by a cdrama i rly like called "Hidden Love" i had a hard time writing this becuz i didn't rly have a fairytale happy ending for them in the end, more of a coming-of-age story with regrets regarding a love that was never expressed. i usually like happy endings which is why it was heartbreaking to end it like this T T but like i said "life doesn't always grant second chances" i hope you enjoyed reading becuz this one holds a dear spot in my heart ❤️🩹 i was thinking of a part 2, but hmmm it all depends. anyways tysm for reading my story and again reblogs, comments, and likes are vvv much appreciated! love you all
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Baked with Love
Summary: You once dreamed of having your bakery where everyone could use it as a safe refuge from reality, similar to the shop from your childhood. It seems to work as one of the famous boy groups uses it to hang out to temporarily escape the spotlight, especially by one member who seems to be fond of the place. Genre: Fluff Pairing: Idol! Jungwon x Baker Fem! Reader Word Count: 6.3k Warnings: Slow-burn (?); the reader is slightly oblivious; mutual-pinning (?); the introduction is too long, it took 1k words before Jungwon is introduced lol; the reader and Jungwon is both in their mid-20s Author's Note: This is my first time writing fanfic, so I apologize if the story does not fit to your liking. 😅 English is also not my first language, so forgive me for the wrong grammar and lack of vocabulary. 😔 I will try my best next time. ☺ Regardless, I'm hoping that you all will like this. Enjoy reading! ☺
Ever since you were a child, you've been wanting to own a bakeshop. You remember how you accidentally stumbled into this shop when you tried to hide from the kid who constantly bullies you. Your trembling body and the constant sob that came from your mouth magically disappeared when you saw a bunch of colorful pastries displayed on those shiny glass cabinets.
You recall how the sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies engulfs your small body with a sense of comfort, and the soft jazz music that plays in the background whispers in your ear, easing your fear.
"Why is such a pretty young lady having a sad look on her face?" `You look up to the source of the soft voice, and your eyes settle on the old lady on the counter with a warm, gentle smile on her face. You intertwine your little hands and shyly look down.
"I am hiding," you mumbled.
"Hiding?" You nodded. You heard a footstep coming near you, then a gentle hand rubbing your small back.
"Why don't you eat something while you hide?" You look up once again at the lady. You see how those wrinkles stretch with the soft smile she has on her face; that softness somehow brings security to you.
"Cookies?" you said in wonder. The lady let out a giggle when you spoke with sweetness, your eyes twinkling in the process. How can she turn down such a cute lady like you?
"Yes, cookies! And you can also have some of those sweets that we have!" You wipe your teary eyes, then hold the hand of the old lady and let her guide you to the rest of the shop with the widest smile on your face.
At that moment, the little Y/N always finds herself munching on sweet pastries in the old lady's bakeshop. The shop becomes your escape, which eases your worries about the bullies. In return, you try to assist the old lady with baking by simply putting flour on measuring cups, cracking eggs, and sometimes kneading the dough.
However, the shop that had grown to be your safe refuge was lost when the old lady died from sickness. Due to this, the bakery has to be taken down, as no one claims to continue the business. You remember crying for days because of the sudden loss of the person you adored and the shop that became your home.
That event brings blossoms to your dreams of having a similar cozy shop where people entering the place instantly light up their eyes when they are greeted by rows of pastries that you freshly bake with passion.
You looked up to the small shop where there were tables outside, each with a brown vintage-style umbrella with brilliant lighting inside. You smiled when you saw the big signage that left you sleepless for nights from thinking of a perfect name for the shop.
'Sweet Greets Bakery'
As you make your way through the transparent door, a blanket of the sweet smell of baked pastries engulfs your now-grown body bringing back your childhood memories of the old lady's bakeshop. You also smell the roasted coffee beans that saturate the air.
As you grow older, coffee becomes your best buddy every time you pull all-nighters, which becomes endless when you enter college. Drinking coffee also helps you relax your mind while reading your favorite book on weekends, which fuels your growing addiction.
Because of this, you consider offering various coffee and tea drinks that will perfectly match the pastries that you bake.
"Noona?" You looked at the counter and saw one of your employees with wide eyes. You chuckle at his reaction like he has seen a ghost.
"Hi!" You greeted as you joined him at the counter.
"You're back!" He joyfully exclaims and even claps in excitement. A door from the storage room burst open, slightly startling you. You saw two ladies emerge from the room with the same disbelief on their faces.
"Unnie!" You let out a giggle when they engulfed you in a bone-crushing hug. You wrap your arms around the two teenagers and return the gestures while swaying their bodies from side to side.
"We miss you!" Narae one of your employees pouted. You playfully flick the girl's head.
"I'm only gone for a week, 'Rae"
"Still" she mumbles while massaging her forehead. You only shook your head at her silliness and reached for the brown cap under the counter that was similarly worn by the three teens.
"How's Switzerland?" Chuwon asked while drying the mug using the table napkin designated for it.
"As usual, loaded with work." You sigh. Owning a bakery is your ultimate dream, and you did achieve it. However, the process of getting you where you are right now is a rough path. You apply for different jobs and dribble tons of tasks to save money for your dream shop, and up until now, you’re still doing it to keep your business running.
And it happens that one of the jobs for which you apply requires you to travel to different places. It gives you a lot of money, so you have no problem with it. Although it somehow makes you feel sad as it lessens your time to spend working on your bakery.
"Did you find yourself a potential Swiss boyfriend?" Seoyun asked while wiggling her eyes, helping you to divert your attention from stressful work. You pulled your tied hair on the hole at the back of the cap and slightly tugged the visor to adjust it in your head before sending the girl a playful glare.
"I have no time for that." A disappointed groan erupted from the three teenagers at your reply. You only chuckle and shake your head while continuing to put on your brown apron. Being the only full-grown adult working in the bakeshop with the civil status of single, your young employees can't help but wonder about your romantic life.
But your reply stands true; you have no time to get into a romantic relationship.
Nevertheless, it does not mean that you will turn it down once you meet someone who captures your heart. You, yourself are a hopeless romantic. The books in the romance genre displayed on the bookshelves at the right corner of your shop say it all.
And if it happens that your 'the one' walks someday in your mundane then, who are you to deny. Right?
The sound of a bell chimes in, indicating that someone has entered the shop. You immediately smile and greet the customers with enthusiasm.
"Hello, welcome to Sweet Greets Bakery!" You bowed along with your three employees. You saw the seven young men return the gestures and proceed to the counter while looking at the menu drink display at your back and the pastries on the glass displays. You keep your genuine smile on while waiting for their orders.
You can't help but observe that every single one of them has different fashion styles, which you can easily identify by whether they are into casual style, semi-formal, aesthetic, or just want to wear comfy clothes. They have different tastes, but it seems like they all get along as they are in tune with each other while discussing their orders.
The only similarity they have at this point is that all of them wore facemasks that covered half of their faces.
"Good morning! We would like to order a three-chocolate chip Frappuccino, two iced Americanos, one vanilla latte, and a mint chocolate drink." You nodded at the guy who wore a snapback and quickly punched their order on the monitor in front of you.
"Would you like to add some pastries to match your drinks?" You ask politely. All of them look once again at the glass cabinets where the pastries are displayed.
"Ah, we'll take slices of chocolate and strawberry cake. That's all." You smile and completely place their orders.
"That will be 71,432.91 won." The men look in unison at the guy whose fashion style gives you rich uncle vibes.
The man flinches and then lets out a disappointed sigh while reaching for his pocket. He gives you his black card, and you quickly slide it at the card reader. You heard them all chuckle at the poor man and slap his butt for comfort.
"You can find comfortable seats while we arrange your orders. Thank you!" You gleefully thank them as you give back the card accompanied by a receipt and a small round pager with your two hands.
"I bet they're idols" Narae whispers beside you as you grind some coffee beans. You saw her staring at those men on her tippy toes to get a better look.
"How'd you know?" You wonder. Although you grow up in a country where being an idol is everyone else's dream and exposes people to that kind of industry at an early young age, you seem clueless about it. Guess your mind is so focused on building a bakery that you missed that part as you grew up.
And it seems that you're right when Narae looks at you like you just grew two heads.
"Unnie, look!" She simply gestures at the men who found themselves sitting in a secluded corner, quietly observing the interior of your humble shop.
"They are obviously wearing masks to avoid the crazy media" she pointed out.
"They're seated at the back of the shop, so fans won't notice them." Seoyun chimed in beside you.
"And they chose this small, unfamiliar bakeshop so no one would find their location" Chuwon added. The three squeeze themselves beside you, looking at the men while hiding behind a huge espresso machine.
"They're indeed idols" all of them whisper at you in unison. You shook your head at their silliness and poked their sides, which earned you squeals and giggles.
"Okay, okay. If they are idols, then we need to stop staring and leave them alone." You scold, to which you only receive a playful stick of their tongue before they proceed to help you with the orders.
While filling the cups with ice cubes, you can't help but glance at those men. Chuwon is right; your bakery is still unfamiliar since it is new and has only been running for five months. Although there aren't a lot of customers, you remain optimistic as your business has only just started.
If ever those young men are indeed idols, then you're glad they found your bakery a safe place to hang out, even just for a minute. That's been the main purpose of your shop: to become a safe refuge for everyone, even an idol. With those thoughts in mind, it made you smile throughout the day.
Weeks passed, those young men kept coming back to your bakeshop, to the point that you already memorized their regular orders. Due to this, your three employees become busy browsing the internet to find out which group these mysterious men belong to.
You put both of your hands on your hips when you saw the three once again inside the storage room, gathering in front of your laptop to find the identity of these men during their lunch breaks.
"I told you to quit doing that, you're invading their privacy." Your words fell on deaf ears when they didn't even give you a single glance. You sighed and decided to leave them alone. You proceed instead to stack the single pack of colorful macarons that you made last night.
"Oh my god!" Your head snaps back at the storage room where you hear the scream.
"Unnie, your bakeshop will finally become famous!" Narae squeals once you enter the room.
"What?" Your brows furrow.
"Noona! Those men are hella popular!' "Chuwon exclaims.
"They’re Enhypen!" The three shouted. You were startled by their loud voices, which made you put your hand on your chest to calm your beating heart.
"Okay," You calmly respond. "What's the connection of them making my bakeshop famous?" you dumbfoundedly ask.
"Unnie, if people saw them here in your shop, there would be plenty of customers who would come here to see them. And if they came here, they would also buy your delicious pastries because their idols seemed to like them for constantly coming here." Seoyun explains with matching exaggerated hand gestures.
"So you're saying we would expose them that they've been constantly hanging out here to make the bakery well-known?"
"Exactly!" The three of them exclaim in unison like you just announced that you won the lottery. Their faces lit up when you pulled out the sweetest smile you could muster.
"No." You flatly said. Their jaws dropped as they didn't expect you to disagree despite knowing that it would help your shop. Just like a light switch, your face suddenly turned serious.
"We're not going to use their vulnerability so we can gain something. Leave them alone and let them enjoy the privacy they have in this shop." You put back your sweet smile.
"If I ever find out that you all still did it behind my back, your vacation leave will be denied." You warned on sing-song and returned to the counter when you heard the chime of the bell.
And it seems that your threatening worked when more weeks passed and those men still went to your bakery without getting recognized or mobbed. You're thankful; however, the three are starting to become their fans that the only topic you can hear from their mouths is about the group's music, variety shows, and concerts.
The slow jazz that was used to play in the background in your shop? It was now replaced by the group's songs.
Although sometimes you find yourself humming and bobbing your head to their music.
But the soft jazz music makes a comeback to your bakery, as today is the start of the exam week. Meaning, the three crackheads are off duty as you did not allow them to work during the exam.
The shop is not that busy, so you have no problem handling the tasks alone for a week. As a good employer, you want them to focus on their studies without worrying about their work shift.
The day went by quickly, and the night sky was quickly blanketed with stars that stretched to infinity. The pale crescent moon started to shine like a silver claw, outshining the bright city lights.
The night just started; however, for your shop, it's closing time.
You often close your shop by 10 p.m., but since you don't have any staff around, you decided to close it earlier as it becomes dangerous for a lone worker to work at a very late hour, which you also strictly apply to your three employees, especially since they are minors.
As you neared the door to flip the 'open' signage to 'closed,' the bell chimed in for the last time. Then a man in his iconic orange hoodie steps into the shop.
"Hi, thank you for visiting, but we're closing early," you sadly informed. The guy's tired eyes flickered with sadness before he nodded and turned around without a word to reach for the door.
You felt your heart squeeze with sadness as you saw how tired his eyes were. Even though his face is hidden with a mask and a thick black beanie, you can practically imagine the dejection on his face. You felt like you had failed to fulfill the main purpose of your shop.
"But if you want, you can stay while I'm tidying the shop" you tried to offer. The man halted his step and looked at you with hopeful eyes.
"Is that alright?" He asked. His voice immediately sends a tingling sensation to your body that you cannot explain. This is your first time hearing his voice, despite him constantly coming into your shop since his friend often order for the rest of them.
His voice is so soft and soothing, yet it sounds very manly.
"Yup, it's not a problem," you quickly reassure him. You heard him heave a sigh and bow at you.
"Thank you." You smiled and returned the gesture.
"You want your usual?" You continued to flip the signage and went to the counter to prepare the food he usually orders.
"Yes, please." You give him a thumbs up and quickly arrange his meal.
Instead of sitting in the back corner, where he and his friends are usually seated, he opted for the table near the counter you were working on. For the first time, he removed his mask and proceeded to busy himself on the phone.
Although the group often visits your shop, they are still cautious about removing their masks; they only do it if the food is ready to dig in. So, seeing him remove it comfortably surprised you a little.
If you remember correctly from the various videos and images that are forcefully shoved in your face by your annoying staff, his name is Jungwon. He is Seoyun's bias, as she claimed that she was captured by his cute but manly features, his adorable yet savage personality, and mostly by being an amazing singer and performer on stage.
A complete package, according to Seoyun.
Even though you cannot confirm any of those claims against the man as you don't know him and don't pay much attention to the group's performances that your three employees are constantly watching, you can totally agree with one thing that Seoyun said.
He is indeed handsome.
"Here's your chocolate chip frappuccino and strawberry cake. Enjoy!" You smile as you serve the food on his table. For once, you saw him smile, and although you could tell it was a tired smile, that still didn't stop his dimple from showing and his eyes from forming into a crescent moon.
You quickly turned around like a soldier in training and tightly hugged the tray in front of your chest when you felt your heart suddenly beating like a horse on a race track. You don't know why your heart reacted to a simple expression, so you tried to shrug it off and didn't make it a big deal.
As you put the cake and pastries back in their respective containers before placing it in the refrigerators to preserve them, you take a quick glance at your only customer for the night.
You immediately stopped in your tracks when you saw him leaning on his knees with eyes closed while pinching the bridge of his nose.
From the look of it, he must have been stressed out about something that made him this exhausted. You felt a wave of sadness as you could practically imagine how tired he must have felt.
You can't help but wonder. 'Is being an idol can be this draining?'
Now, you were pondering whether it would be a good or bad idea to give him a slice of Oreo cheesecake that you baked yesterday to try to cheer him up. Plus, this cake is still not officially on the menu yet, so you can't help but overthink if he will like it or will find you weird as you try to offer him something.
As you paced back and forth inside the storage room while eyeing the poor cake, the bell rang from the counter which is used for the customer to call a staff member. You were startled by the sound and hastily put the sliced cake in the box.
"Done?" You politely ask when you see him waiting in front of the counter. He lightly smile and nodded in reply. You smile and punches his order to the monitor to compute the total of his purchase.
While waiting for the receipt to be printed out, your mind is still trying to contemplate if you're going to give him the piece of cake. You bit the side of your cheek when you gave him the receipt, and he started to make his way to the door. You sigh and give yourself a try.
"W-wait" you called out. He immediately turned around and gently raised his brows at you. You secretly pinch your side to give yourself courage. You left the counter and finally gave him the box.
"I can't help but notice that you seem quite a bit exhausted." You averted your eyes to the floor as you felt yourself getting embarrassed. "H-here's a piece of Oreo cheesecake to cheer you up a little" you nervously said, while slightly nudging the box at him.
"Oh, no. I've been intruding on you too much." He gently tried to refuse your offer. You shook your head and let out a genuine smile.
"Trust me, you did not. You're always welcome here, anytime." His face washes with gentleness, and it feels like some weight on his shoulder has taken off from the sincerity of your words. The softness of your voice made him smile, then he reached for the box and accepted it wholeheartedly.
"The stress has been draining my energy lately, so this will really help. Thank you." His appreciation made you smile and eased your worry earlier. Suddenly, your mind made a suggestion, just like a light bulb.
"Just a second." You quickly made your way back to the counter and tried to reach something on a cupboard with your tippy toes, which made Jungwon chuckle as he found you cute while doing it.
You mentally cheered when you saw the box of tea that you were finding. You went back where he stood and gave it to him.
"Here's a chamomile tea. This might help you relieve your stress." Your thoughtfulness brightens Jungwon's mood and quickly sends a warm feeling to his heart.
"Is there anything I can do to repay your kindness?" he asked. He cannot think of ways to express his gratitude, but if you request something, he will grant it devotedly.
You, on the other hand, were ready to decline and reassure him that he didn't need to do it when something popped an idea into your head once again.
"How about you give me your honest taste review of the cake?"
Ever since your interaction with Jungwon, you've started to get a little bit curious about him and his group.
At first, you just wanted to see current news or articles about them to find some answers about the reason he was exhausted that day. But now, you find yourself rewatching their performance videos on various music shows that Narae and Chuwon showed you before. This time you paid attention, and you got to admit, they are pretty good.
Especially, the guy with similar eyes of an adorable cat.
You can't help but get a little bit excited for their comeback, which is said in one of the newest articles you find about them. You came to the conclusion that this might be the reason behind the stress that Jungwon felt that night.
"Welcome to Sweet Greets Bakery!" You automatically greet without looking up when you hear the chime of the bell. You were so focused on putting the icing on top of the cupcake that you failed to notice a young man that you were just thinking about looking at you with full admiration.
"Would that be on the menu?" You looked up when you heard a familiar voice speak. Your smile immediately made its way to your face when your eyes made contact with his boba-shaped ones.
"Yup!" You put down the bag of icing you were holding and went to the counter where Jungwon was leaning over, ready to take his order. You looked at the back corner and saw his friends already seated comfortably there.
"The usual?" He nodded and let out a chuckle, as he found it amusing how you grew used to their presence. While you're busy punching their usual orders, he can't help but stare at you with softness in his eyes.
That night was the first time he actually paid attention to you. He might be hanging with his members here often, but he kept his interaction with anyone minimal as he didn't want to gain anyone's attention. But now that he got to talk to you, he can't help but regret those times that he could have used to get to know you.
Nonetheless, he was thankful that he made the right decision to go to your shop that night to unwind.
"Can I still have the slice of cake you gave me?" He shyly asked while rubbing the back of his neck. Your fingers stop pressing the items on the monitor, and you look at him with a hint of hope in your eyes.
"Did you like it?" Your question came in whispers, afraid to hear his answer about disliking your cake.
"The Oreo cheesecake was fantastic!" He looked up like he was trying to remember about its taste. "It felt smooth, and the sweetness definitely tasted like home," he praised, then he looked at it with full sincerity swimming in his eyes.
"I enjoyed every bite of it."
As the words hung in the air, the bulletproof shield around your heart trembled. Of course, you had heard compliments before, but none had touched you the way Jungwon's heartfelt words did. His simple compliment tore open a new doorway to your emotions, making your heart flutter like a trapped bird, banging against the confines of your narrow chest.
"So, I was wondering if it can be my usual order now?" He mumbled and lowered his head trying to hide his apple cheeks, which were blazing with redness.
Just like Jungwon, your cheeks are now a deeper shade of red, and your heart is still dancing in the confetti of admiration.
"B-but it is still not yet on the m-menu." You stutter as you put your attention on the monitor once again and slowly complete the orders. You bite your lower lip and look at the young men through your lashes. You tried to suppress your giggles when you saw a sad pout adorning his face.
"Though I can make an exception for you."
From the moment you handed him the slice of cake he specially requested. A friendship unexpectedly blossomed, stretching far beyond the typical baker-and-customer set-up. Jungwon, being the leader of a well-known boy group, felt comfortable letting go of his duties when he was with you inside your comfy bakery.
Soon, Jungwon's late-night visits to the bakeshop became a tradition.
"How many eggs should I put in again?" Jungwon asked you, clad in a brown apron similar to the one you were wearing.
One such evening, while you were discussing with him the recipe for your Oreo cheesecake, he suddenly got the idea to let you teach him the process of making it so he could use it as content in his short vlog and impress his Jay-hyung.
And so, you and Jungwon's baking adventure began. Your simple and quiet evening in your shop was now filled with laughter, occasional flour fights, and piles of failed cookies he tried to make. Slowly, you began to look forward to his late-night visit.
"You ready?" you asked him while you carefully took the Oreo cheesecake out of the oven, which he had solely made without your help.
With eyes closed, he nodded in anticipation.
"You can now open your eyes." Once his eyes did, his mouth slowly hang open.
"I made that?" You softly laugh when he eyed his cake with disbelief.
"Yes, you did!" You cheered. The cake really turned out great for his first attempt, you couldn't be even more proud of him. Jungwon jumps with happiness making you giggle.
He raised his hands at you, asking for a high-five, which you quickly reciprocated and clapped hands with him. You thought it was just a brief contact, but Jungwon decided to intertwined his fingers with yours and clasped them tightly.
A wave of unexpected electricity rushes through your veins and sends your heart to flutter.
Every time you spend your night with Jungwon, you always experience this peculiar feeling. Making the fluttering of your heart more frequent and pronounced. These little flutters seemed to build into a crescendo, filling your heart with a strange yet sweet emotion.
"Y-you want to t-taste it?" You quickly removed your hands from his hold and quickly turned around to find some utensils and to hide your flushed face from his heart-melting stares. As you did it, you failed to see how his face filled with disappointment from the lost contact.
Unbeknownst to you, Jungwon was also experiencing the same surge of electrifying waves within him. His insides also fluttered in a way he only felt when he first walked into the cozy, aromatic haven of your bakeshop.
However, this time, the butterflies were not from the sweet baked goods but from a newfound emotion he felt for you.
"Can you send me the cake instead" You halted your action when you heard his request. It was odd, however, you just thought that he wanted to show his members the cake he made. Although you're quite disappointed that you couldn't taste it.
"Sure, when would you like me to send it to you?"
"On February 9." That's three days from now; the usual span of the cake is 4 to 5 days before it expires. The cake will still make it.
"I'll take note of that." You smiled.
The slow jazz music that helped set the mood for your relaxing shop was short-lived when your three staff members returned after the long week of exams and a well-deserved vacation leave that you granted. You were judgingly watching them as they danced to one of Enhypen's songs while they arranged the chairs and mopped the floor.
"Omo! Jungwon is on live!" Your ears suddenly perked when you heard Seoyun exclaim. The two immediately surrounded the girl, who was watching something on her phone. You tried to stop yourself from joining them, as you didn't want to be seen as suspicious for having a sudden interest in him.
Although you somehow did.
You were saddened that he failed to visit the shop three days in a row, and you got to admit that you missed his presence, which slowly became part of your small shop. However, you understand that his job can be a little demanding.
Still, you're slightly thankful that he didn't suddenly show up, as your three staff members will literally scream with enthusiasm and confusion when they see him having a comfortable conversation with you since you never told them about your growing friendship with him while they were gone.
You got a little bit curious behind their giggles, so you tried to sneak a peek from behind them.
Indeed, you saw Jungwon, with a wide smile, having fun talking to his fans. On his back were blue foil curtains with silver balloons around them, while in front of him was the cake he made that you just delivered this afternoon with a cake topper and candles.
Then it hits you.
Today is his birthday.
"Where did I get the recipe for the cake? From 'Sweet Greets Bakery!' They sell the best pastries, yoii~"
You know your heart is in trouble when it automatically flutters like a kite in the wind at the sound of his voice, even if he is away from you.
The unusual skipping beat of your heart when you heard Jungwon's laughter at your dry jokes, the always-fluttering when he listened to you attentively, and the feeling like something was missing when he was away were so unfamiliar, yet they made your heart full of so much happiness and affection.
This realization shattered the protective wall around your heart that you had meticulously crafted. The only one thing that you had never felt before was happening.
You are in love.
You are falling in love with Yang Jungwon.
Eventually, words about Jungwon liking your bakeshop spread like wildfire, sending fans into a frenzy. Your shop, which was almost empty of customers, was now filled with people trying to taste your baked goods, especially the Oreo cheesecake.
It was overwhelming not only to you but also to your three employees, as this is your first time taking so many orders in a day. It is tiring, but it feels like it magically vanished every time you saw the genuine reaction of your customers at every bite they took from the pastries you passionately baked.
It was a long, eventful three weeks, but your heart is grateful.
You were just basking in the quiet surroundings, as you had already closed your bakery and let three teenagers go home earlier, when someone knocked on the door.
A bright smile immediately made its way onto your face when you saw Jungwon in his thick gray hoodie and dark bucket hat waving his hand cutely at you through the glass door.
"What are you doing here?" are the first words that come out of your mouth once you unlock the door.
"I was supposed to visit you earlier, but the bakery is quite busy." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "I really wanted to see you, so I came back."
You tried so hard not to put a meaning behind his words, but your heart seemed not to want to listen as it beat like crazy, and it feels like a cage of butterflies has been set free in your stomach.
"W-well, thanks to you, my bakeshop got a lot of recognition." You sincerely thanking him, even though you use it to try to ignore the last thing he said.
Jungwon felt his heart torn into pieces when you brushed off the words that reflected his overflowing affection for you. Yet, his heart is still filled with hope.
"You watched my live?" You were frozen from his question.
In fact, you did. Not the only part where you sneak a peak on Seoyun's phone but the whole birthday live. You personally made an account just to watch the replay of his live that day.
"I d-did" You averted your eyes. "Although it was a replay," you pursed your lips as you felt ashamed of yourself for doing it and letting him find it out.
Jungwon felt his heart jump with giddiness when you showed signs of interest in him.
"Yoi~" He adorably cooed and gently brushed his shoulder with yours. The sound of your giggles from what he did sends butterflies to his stomach.
"Oh, I have a surprise for you!" You exclaim after you remember the gift that you prepared for his birthday, even though his birthday was three weeks ago. You went to the storage room, leaving Jungwon full of anticipation.
Soon, you emerge from the room, holding your present for him. Despite the excitement of seeing his reaction, you were still nervous as it took you so many attempts to make your gift presentable. Plus, it was your first time making this design in your entire baking life.
However, your worries dissipated when you saw his mouth hang open in amazement at the cat-shaped cake that you were holding. You started singing him the birthday song while slowly making your way to him.
As you softly sang, his vision magically became blurry, and the only thing he could see clearly was your pretty face, which was always clad with gentle and genuine expressions. Your soothing voice is like a whisper in his heart that slowly dances and sways to its rhythm.
Those days that he couldn't see you, he felt something was missing. Your smiles, the melody of your laughter, and your comforting presence keep lingering in his mind. The only thing running through his head is to see you and spend his time with you once again.
The three long, agonizing weeks of not seeing you make his heart yearn for your presence, like a parched desert yearning for rain.
From the moment you hand him the slice of cake as an offer to relieve his stress, he knows he is down. Being away from you only confirms his feelings for you.
He is in love,
with you.
"Make a wish," you said after finishing the song. You expect Jungwon to close his eyes as he makes his wish, but your heart begins to race when he looks you in the eye, gazing at you with only a soft and gentle stare.
"I wish—" He removes your hold on the cake and carries it instead with one hand. Then, his other hand found its way to yours and slowly intertwined them without breaking eye contact.
"—I can spend the rest of my birthdays with you."
A torrent of emotions—warmth, joy, and love—fused together, igniting an electrifying light show within your chest. It feels like a burst of the sparkling fireworks display, not in the sky but in your heart.
You felt his thumb softly draw small circles in your hand, quickly sending tingles through your body.
"My bakery will go bankrupt from sending you birthday cake each year," you joked. Jungwon chuckled and gently squeezed your hand, still looking at you with sparkles in his eyes.
You pressed your palm on his cheek and rubbed your thumb against it with full affection, making him lean to your touch.
"Your wish is granted, Jungwon."
It was like both of your hearts exploded into an incandescent shower of feelings that mingled with the colors of the frosted night sky—a vivid, heart-pumping confetti of joy and love.
You both giggle at the strange way of confessing to each other. Although it was an odd confession, it was enough to convey the euphoric feelings you have for each other.
You and Jungwon's bond, baked and constructed in the 'Sweet Greets Bakery' hearth, had matured into love. From friends, you both seamlessly become lovers, with the love story orchestrated by fate and shared fondness for the bakeshop that brought you two together tying in the sweet, aromatic embrace of love forever.
Jungwon thought that the bakery was the only safe refuge he could have away from the limelight. He thought it was a place.
But it was a person.
You are his safe place.
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Great current running Netflix animation to watch
detail from a 3.1 MP screenshot vs a 18.3 MP screenshot
just for funsies
Hey, it’s #webcomicday, and I’d super love it if you checked out my second long form comic, SHOT AND CHASER. It’s set in May 2020 in the Texas panhandle and is about destructive forces like tornadoes and shame.
About 2/3 done at 164 pages, and for mature readers. (No sex, drugs, or violence, but it’s all about the complicated gray-area mess of life.) CWs: takes place in early May 2020. Also CPTSD/past religious abuse is part of the plot. SHOT AND CHASER is mirrored on Tapas and ComicFury at a long delay, but it’s best read on its own independent site with no ads. I anticipate finishing it sometime in 2025. Cheers!
didn't want to do mathwork a few weeks ago so I put GLaDOS in the corner of my screen to make sure I did
Anyway just found the best fucking fanfic/reader insert EVER
Candy Cane Lane
This movie is so good, funny, vibrant, colourful, magical and beautiful. A perfect family movie and a christmas watch. I had great fun watching it
When they first entered the kringle's shop i smiled, my smile reached my eye, i felt like a kid. I felt warm inside, my heart was jumping in excitement, I had that boundless wonder and hope I had as a child. It was so good.
Hell Yeah, Black Santa. This is Dope!
They are so cute. Ugh, i wish it was all real. This movie is so well done. A must watch. I totally recommend it.
I would give 4/5🌟
As a person who is dying for book recommendations: What is a book you picked up randomly that you heard nothing about previously that blew you away?
I feel like we all have at least one hidden gem we stumbled upon.
Please reblog with your books in the tags :)
(Screaming and crying) WHY DOES ALMOST EVERYONE IN THIS MANGA
HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING HOT???
And not only are they hot the story is really good two
