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— FINISHED READING

PJS ☆ OF SCARFS AND KISSES

park jongseong x reader. established relationship au; fluff. 1.2k word count. song: vacation by sweet the kid ☆

summary. jay thought it would be a great idea to make a gift made by himself for once. except, he's never done any needlework before, but that's just how much he loves you.

a/n. supposed to write a 02z headcanon but jay's got so long so here it is!

jay wanted to give you a gift.

there wasn't any special occasion for the matter nor did it hold any meaning to it. simply put, he just wanted to pour you endless buckets of his love. that was why his favorite was the act of giving and another reason as to why he gives you so many things that it was impossible to count with your hands alone.

truth be told, jay could get you anything you wanted no matter the cost. but this time, he wanted to give you something special—something different and unparalleled that even the world could not offer. the idea seemed illogical, yet as a thought crossed jay’s mind, the answer was actually simple.

now that would be priceless (both figuratively and literally).

which led jay to try the art of knitting. although, he probably should’ve thought twice before being blinded by his excitement because who knew knitting was this hard?

which led jay to try the art of knitting. although, he probably should’ve thought twice before being blinded by his excitement because who knew knitting was this hard?

jay could’ve asked you for help, but he wanted to surprise you. it was wearisome enough to learn knitting behind your back when you only leave home for work during weekdays.

with two needles on his hands and yarn in between, jay’s lips never failed to let out a sigh every once in a while. he couldn't form at least a single loop and jay was quite the impatient man. at this point, wasting ten yarns would be an understatement. defenestrating out the window seemed tempting.

groaning, jay considered giving up, but a silent voice in his mind told him otherwise—the image of you and your smile being replayed over and over in his head like a projector replaying the same scene of a movie he would never get tired of.

if he knitted you a scarf, would you hug him so hard you would knock the breath out of his lungs? would you smile and pepper him kisses all over, mouthing praises and mutters of how proud you are in between?

he wanted to find out.

filled with determination and willpower, he continued. and in just a few weeks, jay started to get the hang of it. forming a continuous string of loops and patterns that create fabric, he started to find the peace and comfort people found in it. he was patient as he does his craft at the thought of you, sewing in patches of his heart and adoration into every loop and every stitch with care.

weeks turned into months when he was finally done with his first knitted scarf. clasping tightly onto it, he was too excited for you to come home that as soon as you arrive, you thought that your heart jumped out of your body. because once you opened the door, there he was standing in front of you as if he had been expecting you since hours ago. you didn't even ring the doorbell.

“what are you-”

“surprise!” jay raised his hand, clutching onto the scarf as he waved it for you to see. “is it pretty? i made it just for you, love.”

he gazed over to you, eyes wide and anticipating your reaction.

your mouth hung open in astonishment, “you made that?”

“of course! it’s just too long, though. i was so focused while knitting that i forgot when to stop.”

“what… how… since when?” your hand traced over the scarf, taking in the feeling of every stitch on the tips of your fingers, feather-like to the touch. the design didn’t have any cute flower patterns nor did it have strikingly multiple colors that could almost form a rainbow.

it was just a plain gray scarf. nothing unusual except for the fact that it’s too long that it almost reached your knees. yet, you would undeniably agree with jay and think that it was a pretty scarf. no, it was the prettiest scarf to ever exist and you were fortunate enough to get your hands on it.

“i knitted whenever you’re out so i could surprise you. i think it took me around… 2 months?” he raised a brow in thought.

god, he was in love with you.

sure, it was normal for him to give you gifts now and then, but one made by himself? it was a first, and you could already imagine a grumpy jay sitting on the carpet with tools scattered across the floor. and you appreciate it. you appreciate every time, every effort, and every hard work he had put into making the gift.

although teasing him a little bit would be fun.

“2 months? it makes sense. it’s summer already. how can i wear it under the heat, love?” you remarked playfully.

jay pouted like a child, “wear it, please? i wanna see you with it.”

you chuckled at his expression, heart slowly melting into a puddle. he knew his pout would always make you go weak in the knees. “fine, i’ll try it even though it’s like, what, 40 degrees outside. give it to me.”

when you lend out your hand in anticipation, jay ignored it and stepped forward instead until there was only a little bit of space between you two. “let me be the one to put it on you.”

frozen and stunned, you lost your ability to move as if you were put under a spell—jay’s captivating spell. bending down, he leaned forward, looping the scarf around your neck as if you were a present being carefully wrapped. and in the process, you felt his breath mere inches away tickling your skin.

time felt slow, too slow.

after what seemed like an eternity, jay finally moved back and admired you like a work of art. “does it look good?” you asked him, curious as to how he viewed you in his eyes as you fiddled with the fabric.

“definitely. i had to wrap the scarf around you many times because of the length, but it looks lovelier now that you’re wearing it.” jay did not lie. with your neck being covered in multiple layers of his scarf, your cheeks were also buried underneath. you look too cute, and jay could only feel giddy at the sight.

“thank you so much, jay. i’m so proud of you. i’ll make sure to use it every day,” you joked. all of a sudden, you came to a realization. “oh, but i have to pay you back. i can’t always be on the receiving end. is there any gift that you want me to give?”

“there is,” jay replied almost instantly.

“what is it then?” his eyes flitted from yours to your lips and your eyes again.

“this,” he said, tugging on the ends of your scarf and using it to pull you towards him, closing any distance between the both of you and leaning for a kiss. the scene was unbelievable that it left you paralyzed, but then you felt his touch and it lit fireworks all over your body that soon you found yourself kissing him back, lips dancing delicately against his own.

moving his hands toward the fabric behind your neck, he held onto it tightly and used it to pull you even closer as your bodies would allow, deepening the kiss and smiling in between.

jay finally found the answer.

even though you didn't hug him so hard or give him small kisses while muttering praises as he looked forward to, this was the best response he’s ever received from you. no words, just a kiss—one that was euphoric it sent him flying towards the sky and one that could last a lifetime.

and he’d do anything, anything even if he would have to knit a thousand scarfs just to feel it all over again.