Could I Please Request The Prompt Pay Attention To Me Before I Kiss You, Sorry, Did You Say Something?

could i please request the prompt “Pay attention to me before I kiss you,” “Sorry, did you say something?” for jake 💖💖

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PAIRING | jake x reader

IDOLS FEATURED | sim jake, lee heeseung, nishimura riki

WC | 768

GENRE | fluff, comedy

WARNINGS | explicit language

MASTERLIST | EVENT MASTERLIST

You stared down at the soft, fluffy dog that was laying at your feet, wagging her tail slowly every time you reached down to scratch behind her ears, making small thumping sounds on the bare wooden floor. She opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out and panting happily as you stroked her long white fur, exposing her sharp white teeth and healthy gums. Not that you really noticed anyways; your attention was focused elsewhere, and Layla was well aware of this as she followed your gaze to her owner, who was sat in front of the TV, the tip of his nose only a few inches away from the bright screen. You had already reprimanded him a few times, an annoyed tone poisoning your innocent intentions, but Jake had hardly noticed, muttering a quick affirmative when you asked snarkily if he’d even heard you. He’d barely given you a moment of attention before turning back to his game, shouting directions at Riki and Heeseung, whom you assumed he was playing with. And so, you sat on his bed with Layla at your feet, his two forgotten girls, watching him with an irritated expression on your face, and Layla whining every few minutes in protest of Jake’s distractions.

As another round ended, Jake cheered as his team’s score flashed across the screen in bright yellow font, complimenting Heeseung and Riki, and of course himself, pridefully praising himself for carrying the team and getting the most kills out of anyone in the game. You rolled your eyes at his haughty tone, huffing loudly, perhaps hoping a little that he would notice your annoyance and begin to pay attention to you. After all, it was why you’d even come over to his house. You certainly didn’t come to watch him play games and ignore you the entire time.

“Just one more round, babe!” Jake called, still not taking his eyes off the screen as he shook one hand out, then the other, attempting to shake out his stiff fingers. You hummed boredly, not trusting what he said, as he had claimed the last three rounds would be the last. “Come on, come on,” he muttered to himself, “three wins in a row, we can do it!”

You could hardly make out the muffled voices of Riki and Heeseung from Jake’s headphones, but at this point you hardly cared, and you laid down on his bed, smoothing his wrinkled blue sheets and staring at his ceiling, when a sudden idea popped into your head. “Jake,” you said loudly, hoping that he could hear you through all of the noise in his game, “pay attention to me before I kiss you.” You held your breath as you waited for his response, but it didn’t come, and you sat up angrily, throwing a pillow at the back of his head, making him freeze up.

He removed one ear from under his headphones. “Sorry, did you say something?” he asked, still not even bothering to peek at you. “No, not you Riki!” he complained, “you never shut the fuck up, I can always hear you.”

“Never mind,” you huffed, frustrated, “I’m going home.” You stood up and gave Layla one last scratch behind the ears, sliding your phone into your pocket as you reached for the door knob.

“Wait, wait!” Jake yelled, finally throwing down his headphones, much to Heeseung and Riki’s complaints. “Where are you going?”

“You’re not even paying attention to me,” you grouched, “all you care about is your game.”

“Aw, babe,” Jake said, pushing his full lips into a pink pout, “if you were jealous you should have just said so! I would have given you all the attention you wanted.”

“I’m not jealous!” you denied, but Jake captured you in his arms, rubbing his nose against yours playfully as his long fingers roamed your sides, tickling your ribs and making you giggle. “Fine, fine! Maybe I was a little jealous, but I think it was justified!”

“I’ll only pay attention to you from now on,” he cooed, kissing you gently on the lips, “promise.” But as he tried to kiss you again, his phone started ringing, and he gave you an apologetic look as he picked up the call, one eyebrow raised in confusion at the caller ID. “Hello?”

“Damn it, Jake! We lost because of you!” Heeseung shouted, and Jake quickly turned to look back at his TV, which now showed his deceased character laying face-down in the grass, and he smacked his face with his palm.

“Babe,” he said, clasping your hand in his, “just one more round.”

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▷ model!yang jeongin x reader

▷ 2k words, intimacy! 😃, flirting like heavy flirting, not proofread whoops

a/n: yeah, i'm down on my knees. dedicated to @tayunji bc this is partly her fault

It wasn't supposed to be like this. Today was not, by all means, supposed to lead to you being shoved into the female model's chair to get dolled up for a photoshoot. For Dior, nonetheless. You might have been the assistant to the assistant director, but you were in no way, shape, or form qualified to model for your own company. 

Dior hired productive people to work for them, not pretty people. 

You sat stalk-still in the vanity chair, allowing the various stylists to file your nails, volumize your hair, blend power into your face. Your wide eyes would have been comical if your co-star Yang Jeongin wasn't so concerned for you (or if he didn't think your doe-eyed look was adorable). 

He stood against the doorjamb of your dressing room, one shoulder leaning against it, watching the chaos happen. He himself had already been dressed and styled per the directors' instructions. "Hi Yn," he greeted you as the two of you made eye contact through the vanity mirror. He smiled warmly, making his way over to you while the stylists continued to bustle and do their tasks. "Nervous?" 

Jeongin set a hand on the back of your chair, just grazing one of your soft curls of hair. He'd singled you out as soon as he'd stepped on set—seen the tendrils of hair framing your face, the way your eyes turned upward when you smiled and greeted staff members. You'd bowed to him, too, when you were introduced. 

And then his female co-star had to cancel, and the staff were panicking for a replacement. 

But it wasn't like anyone would know that he had been the one to whisper into the director's ear, subtly pointing in your direction, to suggest you fill her place. Because you definitely could. 

You looked at Jeongin through the mirror, smiling nervously through the concealer and setting powder. "A little."

He offered you a wider, genuine smile. "You're gonna be great. Just follow my lead, okay? You don't have to worry about impressing anyone or being perfect, if that's what you're worried about."

You nodded, only some of your worries disappearing. Part of it was that you knew what the concept of the shoot was, and just what kind of positions that put you in with Jeongin. Could you measure up to your new co-star? 

Jeongin leaned down closer to you, warm breath fanning the shell of your ear. "You're gorgeous, by the way."

The best part was Jeongin cracking jokes while you got ready to release some of the tension in your shoulders. He would pop random, stupid one liners that had you giggling and snickering and howling with laughter. Some of the stylists would scowl at both of you because your constant facial movements was ruining the makeup, but he kept making you feel better. 

"And if you ever feel nervous, just look at Chan hyung," Jeongin said to you, twisting one of the many rings on his long fingers. "He's always doing something clown worthy."

Your eyes widened with a silent smile. "He's the director!"

He shrugged, mouth tilting up in a smile. "And?" 

But you took his word for it, and when the time came to finally get you out onto the set with Jeongin, you were feeling ready to roll. 

The first item on the agenda was inside the studio, classic white background, dimmed and moody lights. Your instructions—?

"Hey, eyes on me, beautiful." 

Jeongin directed your gaze to him with his finger under your chin, arm around your waist. You expected to see the same impish mischief in his eyes as before, but was almost stunned to see that Jeongin was long gone. 

Before you was a predator—darkened and dilated eyes, expression schooled in an effortlessly arrogant manner. The hold he had on you was confident with an air of dominance. 

You heard the shuttering of cameras, the flash of lights. 

"Perfect! Yes! Hold there—aaaand go!"

On cue, Jeongin trailed his hand up to cradle your cheek in the palm of his hand. His eyebrow flicked upward in a silent question: "Is this okay?" You instinctively leaned into his warmth, reaching up to hold his hand in yours, as if reassuring him that this was indeed okay with you. 

Click click click!

Jeongin leaned toward you, letting his hands drop from your body. He let his forehead rest against yours with your eyes clashing. 

He suddenly started laughing, which caused a chorus of laughter to bubble up in your chest. "How are you doing?" He asked you quietly as the shutters continued all around you. 

"I'm okay," you told him honestly. 

"Good." He gestured with his eyes. "Look at the camera for me now, gorgeous."

You followed his instructions and looked at the camera with remnants of that smile lingering on your face. Jeongin adjusted himself so he had his head tilted down toward you, his eyes staring at you. You almost had half the mind to break your position and look at him from the intensity of his stare.  

And then he was pulling your eyes back to him, thumb pressing against your soft bottom lip. His rings were cold on your warm skin, but it was a welcomed touch, especially with how hot your face felt under his stare. You couldn't tell if he was looking at you or your mouth. 

Inhaling a shuddering breath, you were directed to take a seat on the floor with Jeongin behind you. You sat between his legs, his arms encircling your waist, while stylists flocked around the both of you to adjust makeup and hair and the position of your skirts. When they'd retreated to the sidelines, Jeongin hauled your body closer to him, back to his hard chest. 

Your breathing hitched at the feeling of his lips grazing over the column of your neck. "Relax, beautiful," he murmured, "and let yourself react."

You tilted your neck slightly, giving him more access, more space to roam with the plush surface of his mouth. 

"Camera," he directed, and your eyes flickered to the main camera in front of you. Jeongin's sensual gaze caught the camera, too, just as it shuttered to capture the moment and the energy between you two. 

Chan's blue hair bobbed up and down from behind the camera man. "Oh Jesus, yes!" 

The reaction had you smiling and laughing under your breath. 

Jeongin hummed, "You're so pretty when you smile."

"You're pretty, too," slipped from your mouth and you wanted to slap yourself for letting yourself say that aloud. 

However, his warm chuckle sent a wonderful zap of energy down your spine, had you curling your toes. "Thanks, Yn."

The next and last items on the agenda were solo shots. You were not ready for this, but Jeongin offered to go first or last depending on your preference. Figuring you could probably get out of this getup quicker if you went first, you decided to get it over with. 

You stood all alone in the middle of a sea of white and let the stylists refresh your makeup and hair again, let them fluff your skirts and add an additional faux fur wrap around your shoulders. You sent an anxious look to Jeongin who stood next to Chan behind the cameras. 

Jeongin gave you a big smile and two thumbs up, then perked up to hold two fingers above Chan's head like bunny ears. 

"Action!" Somebody called just as you broke into a laugh. 

Your co-star nodded, satisfaction settling nicely in his bones. There was something so warm and fuzzy about seeing you there in his element—thriving in his element. You wouldn't ever know it, but you had the whole room at your whim, on their knees. And Jeongin wasn't excluded. 

When you were finally finished, you bowed humbly to the sound of everyone's cheers and applause. You scurried off to the sidelines, hoping to catch a glimpse of some of Jeongin's solo shots. 

But as he started, the pounding of your heart told you this might have been a mistake (or a terribly good dream). 

Jeongin requested a block to sit on. He propped his elbow onto his knees, ringed fingers coming into view as he gave the camera an effortlessly sultry glance. A few more shots later, and his attention turned to you. 

He winked at you, mouth forming a smirk, lips blowing kisses, teeth capturing his bottom lip. He had you glued to your spot beside Chan. Did he know how fast your heart was racing right now?

"Miss Ln! Please, this way." You were brought out of your dazed stupor to find one of the stylists beckoning you back to your dressing room. 

You passed Jeongin one last glance over your shoulder to see his fleeting smile at you, and then he was looking back at the camera. 

The photoshoot had felt like a fever dream. After you had gotten out of your outfit and were wiping the makeup off your face, the assistant director (your boss, technically), Han Jisung, thanked you profusely for your help with the day's shoot. He also offered you a bonus for it and a day off, but the only one you could bring yourself to accept was the former. Which was why you found yourself back in your little office right beside Jisung's the following day.

"Miss Ln! Someone's here to see you!" 

Your eyes were glued to your monitor, fingers flying over the keys of your keyboard. "Yes, just a moment. You can let them in."

A moment of silence before the door opened again and someone walked in. A low whistle of approval. "Anyone ever told you how hot you look in glasses?"

That comment sent a jolt down your spine and your head whipped up. 

Yang Jeongin stood in front of your desk—rather, loomed over your desk. His dark hair was styled in curls atop his head, and he wore a simple dark blue T-shirt that hugged his chest, along with a pair of dark jeans. He licked his lips as he smiled at you. 

You took your reading glasses off and rubbed your eyes, hoping it would hide your blushing cheeks and girlish smile. "Hey. Um, sorry, I wasn't expecting you."

"I wouldn't think so since you left before I could even get your number," he said casually, leaning one hip against the edge of your desk. He peered at the screen of your monitor. "What're you working on, beautiful?"

How could he—? You were still wrapping your head around the fact that this man was standing in your office. "Oh, uh…" You set your glasses on the desk and pushed your chair away from the screen for a moment. "My next project. We're directing a shoot with Lee Minho soon—"

"Lee Minho?" A frown curled his lips downward. "Are you working on set for his shoot, too?"

"No, I'm just doing communications this time." You powered your monitor down, propping your chin on your hands. "I'm sorry, you have my full attention. Can I help you with anything?"

Jeongin settled into the seat across from yours. "A date."

You blinked. "Sorry, wha—"

"The next date you're free." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and slid it to you. "And your number."

You slowly picked up his phone and typed your number into the open slot. "And this is for…?"

"To convince you that what you felt on set yesterday wasn't just an act." He pulled the seat closer to the desk, eyes earnest and mouth set in a solemn line. "Yn, I think you're one of the most beautiful people I've ever set my eyes on and I'd like to take you out and get to know you."

At your speechless silence, he added, "If you'd let me."

And of course, you let him. The next day, when you came into work, you found a bundle of dark red roses on your desk. The card left with it was scrawled with Jeongin's scratchy handwriting and a promise—I'll see you at 7, beautiful.

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pairing - Jake x reader 

genre - fluff // timestamp 

warnings - n/a 

wordcount - 512 

You sat on the living room couch, sipping on your sleepy time tea. Unfortunately, you were going through a wave of insomnia this week, barely getting even an hour of sleep each night, hence the reason you were wide awake in the living room at almost three in the morning. 

Sighing, you switched on the TV, making sure to keep the volume really low as to not wake up Jake. However, your attempts failed and you turned to see your sleepy boyfriend shuffling down the hallway, rubbing his eyes. 

When he opened eyes fully, he squinted from the TV’s bright light before seeing you sitting on the couch, chin resting on your one hand, looking back at him, “Y/n,” He started, “Why are you still awake? It’s almost three in the morning.” He questioned, making his way over to you. 

“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” You frowned, suddenly feeling guilt wash over you for waking up when he had such a busy schedule. 

“Not particularly,” He answered, continuing, “I woke up feeling thirsty, but felt the sheets next to me cold. That woke me up pretty quickly.” He chuckled, taking a seat next to you, “But that doesn’t answer my question. Why are you still awake, watching tv?” 

You shrugged, “I just haven’t been sleeping well this past week. This has to be the 6th or 7th day so I just kind of gave up. Maybe watching TV will put me to sleep.” 

Jake looked at you, lips formed into a very small, but noticeable pout, “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped in some way possibly.” 

“I didn’t want to bother you since you’re so tired everyday when you come back from work so you need your rest. Plus, it’s not such a big deal anyways. I’m sure one of these days, I’ll sleep like a baby from exhaustion.” You smiled, jokingly, but he shook his head and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. 

“But I’m your boyfriend. Even if I’m exhausted, I still want to help you in any way I can. It’s not fair that you get to take care of me, but won’t let me take care of you.” He whined, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“No, but it’s different-” You tried for an excuse, but was interrupted. 

“Y/n, let me take take care of you. Please?” 

“Okay…” You hesitated, but gave in seeing his sincere eyes, letting him lay you both down on the couch. He pulled your head closer to his chest, stroking your hair with his fingertips and down your back, relaxing you instantly. He quietly sang a small lullaby which surprised you when your eyes started to feel heavy.  

Before you knew it, you were fast asleep, your even breathing and small snores immediately taken to notice by Jake and he couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, “And there she tried to convince herself and me that she didn’t need my help.” He shook his head before placing a soft kiss to your forehead, “Goodnight, love.”