UPCOMING STORY!

UPCOMING STORY!

PAIRING :: Jung Jaehyun x Reader

SUMMARY :: As the CEO of Zetatech, you’ve got a multi-billion dollar empire in the palm of your hand and not a single care for love. That all changes when the Jung Corporation CEO walks through your door, bringing about an arranged marriage and a life you never asked for. With your fate already sealed, the question is now this — do you really hate him as much as you claim to or is there something more you’re not willing to admit to?

GENRE :: smut, CEO!AU, CEO!Jaehyun, CEO!Reader, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, humour.

WARNINGS :: sexual content, lots of sexual banter, making out, choking, fingering, oral sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dom/sub undertones, dom!Jaehyun, slight voyeurism, humiliation/degradation, mentions of trauma during childhood, swearing.

WORD COUNT :: 24.7k

TEASER WORD COUNT :: 305

RELEASE DATE :: May 21st, 2021

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“Out of my seat, Jung.”

The person in question spun around in the chair after a moment’s pause, cocking his head to the side as he played with a pen in his hands, a glint in his gaze.

“I might stay here, you know. You’ve got a comfortable chair,” he said, the smirk evident in his tone.

“Out now or you’re getting banned from ever crossing onto Zetatech premises.”

With a sigh, he finally pushed himself out of the chair and stood up, walking around the desk to lean against the front of it, hands in his pocket as you maintained your spot without moving. Dressed in a well-tailored, dark blue suit, his Rolex glinted as it peeked out from his wrist. His hair was slicked back nicely, dark strands perfectly in place as he stared down at you, a golden chain just visible from under his collar. Expensive style for an expensive man. You expected nothing less of Jung Jaehyun.

“What do you want?” you asked coldly.

“‘Hello, Jaehyun. Nice to see you, too. How’s your family doing? Really good, thanks for asking’,” he replied, mimicking your voice. “Anyone ever teach you manners? No wonder you’re still single, you don’t even know how to greet people.”

“Are you done bitching?”

“See, this is exactly what I mean.”

Sighing, you bit your tongue from making a comment on his own lack of dignity and moved away from him to go behind your desk, hands reaching for the folders to organize the mess of papers that seemed to have increased since the last time you’d cleaned everything.

“You should really keep your desk organized,” Jaehyun said. “Can’t go around leaving corporate secrets everywhere.”

“You’re starting to sound like my mother,” you muttered.

“At least mine cared,” he shot back.

“Oh, fuck off, you bag of shit.”

mom, i love him. i live for him.

i hope u like this!! i’m planning to write more about them preparing in the mark’s family fic when i get around to it!! 

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‘It’s so weird to see you with an actual bump this time,’ Mark comments as you’re standing in front of the mirror, caressing your stomach while trying to calm your son’s kicks.

‘I know,’ you quickly agree, ‘so odd that Lucas was kicking all that time and I never felt it.’

Despite the fact that this was your second child, this was your first real pregnancy due to your severe cryptic pregnancy which led to it being completely undetected until you actually had Lucas.

‘You look beautiful,’ Mark compliments, eyes glittering and shining with pure love for you.

‘I feel quite gross,’ you laugh dryly, ‘but thank you Markie.’

Soon after the words leave your mouth, your baby delivers a swift kick to your ribs, prompting you to gasp sharply, leaning over and gripping the wall.

‘Are you alright?’ Mark springs up from the bed, rushing to your side.

‘Yes, I’m fine, he just gave me a fright.’

‘Noah, you can’t be scaring your mom like that,’ Mark gently ‘scolds’ in the direction of your stomach.

‘I don’t think he cares if you tell him to stop,’ you giggle, brushing a rather sweaty hand through his hair.

‘Lay down with me,’ Mark whispers, almost like a gentle command, but his words immediately make you want to curl up next to him.

‘I can’t get too close to you,’ you sigh, ‘Noah is making that a bit impossible.’

‘I don’t mind,’ Mark hums, ‘as long as I can feel him move around.’

’Shouldn’t be too hard… he’s moving around like mad.’

Mark smiles widely through half lidded eyes when Noah shifts around onto his side, causing your stomach to appear somewhat lopsided.

‘I can see the outline of his foot,’ Mark observes, prodding it lightly with his index finger.

‘I can feel the outline of his foot- ow,’ you hiss, and Mark pouts, seeing your face screw up in pain.

’Noah stop,’ he whines, but also giggles.

‘Oh yeah- did you manage to organise the clothes in the nursery?’

‘Most of them,’ he murmurs, ‘I’ll sort the rest tomorrow.’

‘It’s nice that we get to decorate his room this time. I’m also happy that you agreed with the colours I wanted.’

‘As long as we got the couch-‘

‘So we could both sit down together,’ you both finish in unison, images of the weirdly uncomfortable wooden rocking chair SM had bought for you the first time round flooding your mind.

Mark laughs out loud while trying to be mindful of the sleeping Lucas, ‘we replaced that thing so fast.’

’The softer one was a dream.’

‘I remember, when you sat on it he always calmed straight down,’ Mark grins fondly at the memory, ‘like he felt your comfort and mirrored it.’

‘I hope he gets along with Noah.’

‘Are you kidding? He loves him already.’

‘Well there’s no knowing how he’ll actually act when he’s here.’

‘He’ll be lovely with her, babe,’ Mark rubs your forearms gently, ‘you’ve seen what he is like with the hyung’s babies.’

‘I suppose you’re right.’

‘I’m always right,’ Mark hums, shifting down the bed so that he is lying down properly, head parallel to your bump. He blows a raspberry on the bare warm skin, silently laughing at the way you squirm and protest. He then presses a much gentler, sweeter kiss in the exact same place, ‘always.’

’Goodnight Mark,’ you smile, ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, and Noah- and Lucas so so so much. Sleep well, you deserve it.’

Eternal Love

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖫𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽

𝐏𝐥𝐨𝐭: 𝖤𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝖲𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

Life is always unpredictable. Somedays are expected and some are not. Unexpectedness is what makes life breath. It’s is essence and it’s beauty.

The deep waters have its own story. They say soo many things in just one wave. The depth is its pride and experience. The shallowness is its giving and larger than life appearance. High tides are its anger, its power and its glory. Low tides are its days of pain, days of suffering and days of longing. Blue is the colour of its whole existence but every shade has a different story.

“Why are you sitting alone?” The man sat besides her. The blue deep ocean in front of them telling their own story. The hot summer wind screaming pain and agony, two hearts holding the same emotions within them.

“Never a problem for me” the winds blowing her hair back. Anticipating for the feeling of being free, but all she could feel was being caged. Caged heart of despair and longing.

“You know the deep oceans cannot cure the burning hearts” the man stared at the blue ocean, brushing his hair back.

“But it has the power to sympathise. Sometimes just a sufferer understands others suffering.” She glanced at him, sigh of frustration escaping from her lips.

Moments of silence passed. Two hearts beating together, yet screaming difference. One being drowning in agony and the other suffering in longing.

“I never wanted to hurt you”

“You never did mark” immediately the man’s eyes widened. Shock visible in them. But disappointment took over him, staring back at the ocean.

“But expectation is contagious right. So I still expect you to say it. I can’t ask you for that can I now” She looked at him for the first time in the day. Her eyes stirring emotions within him. Two eyes staring at each other, hearts beating together, yet the walls between them running longer. Long enough for them to not see each other.

Her eyes being vulnerable, innocence being the essence of them. Contrast to his world filled with void, stoic raw pain.

Avoiding her eyes, he stared at the birds on the corner of the ocean. The white beautiful creature reminding him of her untainted soul.

“It’s time for you to go. My friend is waiting for you.” Emptiness filling in him, throwing pebbles in the blue waters.

“Won’t you be coming being the man of honour for your friend” She said with a soft smile contrary to the painful eyes screaming to be stopped. Just for once. Just from him.

“Ofcourse I would. Take the lead miss.” He stood up after her. Staring at her beautiful wedding dress. His eyes numb, the pain unbearable. Souls breathing together, hearts wanting each other. Pain running deeper, years of longing being not enough. The end is unwanted, yet it was them who predicted. Smiling at each other, tears filled eyes. One expecting the other to say those three words, other stopping himself to speak. Bodies can’t be one but the souls can yet their personalities screaming loyalty, eyes telling each other this to be the last time, last time of meeting.

He watches her walk away, the white dress and the red roses in her hair making her look like an angel. He watches his destiny run away, but who was at the fault, it was him who pushed her away. It was only him.

“If I tell you right now how much I loved you, you would run to me won’t you my angel? But what do I do tell me, how do I say those three words when you are not mine to touch, mine to feel and mine to be. Destinies are made from heaven, even if I try to take you away with me, our destinies are not meant to be merged my love. But always remember, even if you are not with me, you are engraved in my heart. My heart beats for you, and only you. I promise you my angel that in my next life I will reach you. I will chase the time and even the gods for you. But in this life, all I could whisper to your soul is those three words which are only for my heart to hear and no one else. I love you and I always would.”

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taeil ✺ cooking dinner together. going shopping for the ingredients in your sweatpants and stealing one of his sweatshirts beforehand, too. watching him make conversation with the child in the cart ahead of you in line who stares at him with wonder and curiosity, who has randomly, but reasonably, if only they knew how lovely he really was, chosen him as an adult they trust enough to engage with. wondering what he’ll be like as a dad if that happens to be in your future. the three of you smiling at each other out of pure, unexpected, but precious and fleeting joy. him sneaking flowers into the cart for you while you’re not looking and your favorite dessert, too, as if he’s a little kid again; you can hear him fumbling to make it happen as if you won’t notice the flowers’ bright colors and the bulky packaging of the dessert the moment you turn around. he’s a little upset because the dessert premade and he would have liked to surprise you by making it himself, but he knows it’s the thought that counts- and it tastes better that way, anyway. he knows, but he won’t admit.

johnny ✺ ambitious weekend plans…every weekend. so many things packed into each day, but there’s so much you want to experience by each other’s side. you know you want to spend forever together, but you’re still scared you might run out of time. the chaos has become routine, and it’s something you’ve learned to cherish. the farmer’s market or a café in the morning depending on the season, a road trip to a museum or a cool movie theater you’d heard about (or the occasional movie marathon at home with takeout on the lazier days) afterwards, finding a scenic space for a picnic during the day when the weather welcomes you. he picks wildflowers for you and whines when they wilt before you can get them home. thrifting in between everything, dinner dates at diners and restaurants you’ve never tried before, ice cream somewhere else, always finished off with late night drives with the music blasting looking for a nice place to pull over and look at the stars and talk about anything and everything, or spent in bed with warm pajamas and his body draped over yours.

taeyong ✺ mutual self-care as a love language. simple things like brushing your teeth at the same time and him making funny faces at you in the mirror and then fake nagging you for making him late (he doesn’t mind. he’s nagging because it’s an outlet for the frustration he’s feeling over not being able to spend all of his time with you.) sweeter, more tender things like him running you a bath and washing your hair for you when you’re not feeling well. silly things like sheet masks with animal faces printed on them; him taking candid pictures of you with yours on and laughing so hard he can’t even pull himself together to show you, and then complaining that his face hurts from the mask, which has hardened by then, tugging at his skin. it’s not exactly worth complaining over, but he likes to complain about the harmless things so that you’ll kiss him to make him feel better (as if you needed an excuse). practical, thoughtful things like making each other your favorite meals or surprising each other with your coffee/tea order on a day where you really needed it, too.

yuta ✺ sharing secrets. staying up til the early morning hours giggling under blankets with your bodies intertwined telling stories you’ve never told anyone else before. playfully pretending to forget the lighthearted ones just as an excuse to listen to them again because you love the sound of each other’s voices especially when they’re drenched with excitement and gratitude for the things you’ve been fortunate enough to experience and look back at and smile over; acting surprised even though you could never really forget, and never losing interest no matter how many times you’ve heard those secrets and stories. marveling at the risky ones and validating the hard experiences of the heavy ones, but expressing gratitude for the person they’ve helped one another to become even if the hardships were never deserved. you feel like it’s okay to be transparent about what has made you who you are because he loves you for all of it.

doyoung ✺ napping together. specially curated, soft playlists featuring both of your favorite songs, but disproportionately, always featuring more of yours than his because your favorites have become his, too. you suggesting he add pieces with his own vocals and him cringing but secretly being endeared and also so extremely happy that his voice is calming to you and pretty enough that you’d like for it to be the last thing you hear before you fall asleep. suggesting that he sing you to sleep instead if he refuses to give you the pre-recorded option, and him cringing even more, clinging to you with his head on your chest and pretending to fall asleep to avoid it but his fond, sweet smile giving him away, and him eventually falling asleep to the sound of your heartbeat instead of the music, leaving you alone with your thoughts- all happy ones since he’s entered your life.

jaehyun ✺ extravagant dinner dates. his attention to detail makes you feel thought of & cared for in ways you never thought could possibly be expressed through something as simple and common as a dinner date. your reservation scheduled in sync with the sunset at a table with a beautiful view, and he’s already checked to make sure they serve your favorite meal. he tells you before you’re even seated, the most prideful smile on his face because he’s so pleased with himself for successfully doing everything in his power to make you happy. him helping you put your necklace on before you leave. always a final surprise for the night, your favorite flowers waiting for you on the table when you get back home, their silhouette traced by the moonlight, a beautiful final reminder of just how much he cares.

winwin ✺ telling each other the fondest, happiest stories from your childhood. wanting to know everything about what makes each other who you are and what makes you happy starting from your purest form. him laughing so hard he can’t even finish his sentences sometimes, a side of him only you get to see, and it means more to you than he’ll ever know; at the same time, you letting him be that way means more to him than you’ll ever know. seeing his eyes sparkle when he reflects on his favorite experiences, watching him get excited about the things that he gets to share with you, the person he loves most, and him listening to you talk about your own childhood with the faintest but most awe-inspired smile on his face. he wishes he could have been there, but he’s so excited to have the opportunity to be a part of any of your memories at all and spends every day trying to make them just as sweet.

jungwoo ✺ ranting to each other. saying everything you’ve ever wanted to say openly and honestly without fear of being invalidated because you know each other in ways that no one has before. finding sanctuary in one another, knowing you can tell each other everything when no one else was ever willing to listen without judgment. sometimes the rants are happy ones, about something exciting that happened at work, a personal milestone that might seem small to someone else but never feels small to either of you because you value each other’s progress endlessly, about how much you love one another, about something random that makes you smile, about one of your own personal interests or hobbies. sometimes they’re heavy and hard. but you never have to wonder where you have to look to find someone to listen or to support you, because you have each other.

mark ✺ staying home and doing nothing. for once. not really nothing, because it’s emotionally healing for both of you to just be in one another’s presence with no responsibility except to love each other and laugh with one another, and that’s productive and important, too. it can be difficult to remember the value of rest when you’re doing it alone, but your restful moments, with him, are always spent smiling and feeling loved. you’re both always so busy, so immersed in your work, and it’s great because it helps you understand one another when it comes to the desire to keep going, but for once, it’s nice to just slow down- because it means you get to enjoy all of the other great things about each other, the parts of yourselves no one else is fortunate enough to see. staying in bed until noon, finally getting up and making pancakes (and probably burning them and opting to go out for brunch instead), watching stupid youtube videos together and laughing til your stomachs hurt. making out and him getting awkward out of nowhere, and laughing some more.

hyuck ✺ endless inside jokes. it annoys everyone around you how much the two of you laugh at the most random, stupid, or sometimes pointless things, but you don’t care. you’re still mindful of only laughing when it’s harmless, so it’s not like you’re really doing anything wrong; both of you just refuse to become jaded by life and its hardships, and some people can’t understand that, but it’s not your job to teach them. his laugh is your favorite sound, and yours is his. he’d never say that out loud though, because he worries it would just turn into another joke and he’s serious about it, so he chooses to keep it to himself, not realizing that you think the same. he’s not embarrassed or shy, he just wants to save parts of you for himself so that they never change- he’ll be open with you about everything else, even the most embarrassing things, if it means he gets to hear you laugh again.

[8:13am]

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‘Daddy, French plaits please,’ Moonbyeol places the elastic hair ties and glittery star shaped hair clips on his lap, turning around and sitting in front of him before he can even speak.

Jeno shifted around, suddenly doubting his past experiences with braiding hair. Moonbyeol loved to wear her hair all pretty for school but this was the first time Jeno had had to do it for her. Thankfully he had some form of experience from all of the times he had jokingly plaited your hair over the years.

‘I can’t guarantee it’ll be neat Moonie,’ he sighs, beginning to gently run her hairbrush through her hair.

‘That’s okay. I like it when you brush my hair, you’re much more gentle than mummy/mommy.’

Jeno just laughs, ‘mummy/mommy doesn’t mean to hurt you.’

The hairbrush hits Moonbyeol’s desk with a clunk, and Jeno begins separating the hair from the middle parting.

Moonbyeol wants to speak, but she can see in the mirror that her words would obviously just shatter Jeno’s concentration. His tongue is slightly out and his head is tilted to the side as he weaves the hair in and out, adding small amounts at a time. He eventually gets to the bottom of her head, and quickly plaits the rest of her hair much faster, since he didn’t have to be as meticulous. He ties the clear tie around the end, admiring his work. He silently hopes he is able to mirror it on the other side.

‘Daddy, can you put in the moon clip? See, cause I’m Moonie,’ she giggles, holding up the hair clip for him to take.

‘You are my precious Moonie,’ Jeno kisses the back of her head, before sliding the clip in where she wanted it.

‘Other side,’ she then chirps, swiftly turning to the side so Jeno is closer to the right side of her head.

‘Give me a moment,’ Jeno chuckles, ‘you’re very eager.’

‘I just want to look all pretty for school.’

Jeno begins plaiting the top of her head, ‘you always look pretty.’

‘Not like mummy.’

Seol then jumps up onto the desk, rubbing her long tail against Moonbyeol’s face, prompting her to burst into a fit of giggles, ‘that tickles Seol!’

Jeno holds on tight to her hair when she leans forward slightly to scoop up Seol in her arms. The cat sort of protests in the form of a loud meow, but eventually settles into the arms of her ‘sister.’

Jeno finishes off the second plait, tying it.

‘There we go princess, all done.’

Moonbyeol looks up to admire herself in the mirror.

‘Cute. Thank you daddy,’ she lets Seol go before turning around, giving her dad a kiss. ‘You’re welcome Moonie. Now go put your shoes on, okay? I’ll go get my keys.’

And so she hops off her little desk chair, sauntering out of the room and downstairs to go find her school shoes.

Jeno admires his work as he hair bounces behind her, knowing that he was definitely her favourite parent today.