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I just loved this series!! Hands down one of my favorite series, and one I will reread. It is so well written, with just the right amount of fluff, angst, and cute banter. I just love the way it ended. It makes me want to go find Cowboy Jaehyun and ride off in the sunset with him.

The Cowboy - Part 15 (Final)

Summary: Leaving the city for a rural area called Blayne seemed simple enough. Your task was to convince the people to agree with selling their land for a resort redevelopment. But once there, you soon realise that your city ways are entirely different to theirs. Winning their trust was going to take some effort, and when you start to fall for a local cowboy, you wonder if you really needed Blayne more than the city life after all.

Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x female reader

Genre: cowboy au / drama / romance / if you squint there’s some enemies to lovers up in here.

Warnings: Jung Jaehyun is a cowboy, need I say more? (a bit of angst and drama, and it sometimes might feel like you’re reading a Nicolas Sparks book, so I’m told lol) 

Word count: 2160

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Life in Blayne was ever-changing, and yet there were some constants that remained. You still woke up to the owl in the middle of the night at least once a week, and whenever it rained, you seemed to find yourself under the sheets moaning out Jaehyun’s name.

May was always the first person you turned for any news about anything regarding the people in Blayne and equally the one person you avoided the longest when you wanted to keep something to yourself.

Because Jaehyun wasn’t back yet from his second rodeo circuit, and you didn’t want anyone to know the news you had to share before telling him in person.

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the morning shine

pairing. boyfriend jaehyun + fem! reader

summary. just a regular day with jaehyun as your boyfriend

warnings. mentions of scars, kissing?!

note. first post! god knows whats next 🥹

there was a rhythm to it.

how his fingers were gently tapping against your shoulder.

you looked upwards to see his face, the rays of the glorious sun striking just the right places, highlighting his plush lips.

his eyes were focused on the book in his hand, his brain trying to cancel out every possible distraction in the world.

but how could he ever forget you?

his favourite distraction.

you had grown silent, the tune humming from within your chest had stopped. a silent wave was washing over him, as he averted his gaze towards you.

you were not focused on your book at all.

confused, jaehyun tries to find what changed your intentions. he finds it pretty quickly. you were looking at the mark.

that huge slit down your left forearm, still in peak glory after so many years. it ran down to your elbow, the skin slightly pale over the scar.

you had always considered it a flaw. always. you hated how it looked, refusing to wear short sleeved clothes because it showed.

"it gives you some character you know?" , you turn to him, slightly surprised that he noticed you weren't reading.

he smiles softly at your face. "the scar," he says. "it only adds to your beauty." his eyes glaze over yours, which were pooling with fresh tears.

he sets his book away, kissing at the drops that fell from your eyes. "i love you so much."

you smile.

©nachojaehyun 2021, all rights reserved

me gustas tu

pairing. rival idol johnny + idol afab reader

summary. an imagined scenario of what it would be like to have the johnny suh as your rival idol.

warnings. suggestive, strong language, mentions of alcohol

note. i'm back? i think.

"and the SMA for the best composer goes to... Y/N!"

the applause was deafening, yet you remained stoic. with a minuscule smile etched onto your lips, you graciously walked onto the stage and accepted your award.

as the speech you prepared blurted out from your lips, a familiar pair of brown irises glared into yours. you could recognize them even among a sea of ten thousand people in the dark, you were sure.

"but most of all," your smirk grew. "thank you for hating me. you losers sure give me the motivation to grind harder than ever."

the cheers seemed to subdue as you caught his expression hardening. those mono-lidded eyes held cinch about one thing for sure— your dress looked awfully good on you.

sigh. that was all he could muster.

as you descended the stage, his eyes were raking over your form, red dress stretched over your ass. he realized that this vision of his would be enough to satisfy his fantasies for the rest of the month— because he knew he would never be able to fulfill them.

the dusk fell, and soon you found yourself in the ballroom of a hotel that had been booked. your body stumbled under the glittering lights as you brought up a glass of champagne to your painted lips. as the alcohol seeped in, you realized that he was onto you.

johnny's eyes were trained on you. despite managing to hold a conversation with 3 of his peers, his attention was solely on you. the Chicago native cursed the heavens above for not being able to get you out of his head.

groaning, he grew frustrated. "excuse me, gentlemen," he tipped his glass towards them, before making his way over to you. he sauntered through the sea of people, muttering out apologies to every body he bumped into— beelining for his one destination.

presence beaming with curiosity, the dark-haired man suddenly grabbed your waist and your glass, smoothly landing both containers of champagne on a table before gliding you toward a corner.

the music was too loud, but you knew that you'd still pay heed to johnny's voice more than anything.

"well well well," you giggled, grabbing onto his shoulder for support. "if it isn't my number one hater! how are you doing after losing to me?"

your open back was pinned to the curtain-draped wall as you peered into his eyes. there it was again, the infamous siren eyes of johnny suh, Chicago's heartthrob— those eyes loomed over your own.

your heart was swimming with desire, every inch of your being wanting to claim the man in front of you.

but you knew you couldn't.

your entire relationship with johnny was based on backhanded taunts, rude remarks to the press, and constantly spreading hate about each other on social media— there was nothing sweet about this story.

"my fans seem to be tired it seems, how could a lazy fandom like yours ever win?" he smirks, pulling you impossibly close to his body.

"oh there it is," you grabbed the collar of his blue thom browne suit. "there's the johnny suh i know! was wondering how you could stay put for that long," you hiccuped. the man wanted nothing but to kiss your pouty lips.

his mouth itched with the urge.

"and i was wondering how you could stay sober for so long."

offering him a simple laugh, you smack his chest, before allowing your hands to slide down to his torso. the white and newly pressed shirt feels crisp under your finger and, oh how you wanted to rip every button off them.

when you look up into johnny's eyes, he is staring at you with blown-out orbs, and you knew you were in dangerous territory. you just had to mark it.

time was running out. you had to do something— anything— to let him know that you wanted to accept this carnal attraction as much as he did.

you near his face, nose nearly touching the tip of his. johnny's chest bursts aflame, thinking that this is the moment.

the moment he had awaited for a lifetime.

"me gustas tu,"

you bent down, placing a small kiss on his collar. the red Dior lipstick transfers onto the blue suede, leaving a distinct mark. before johnny has time to react, you are walking away— blending into the crowd as your devious smirk floods his mind.

© nachojaehyun, 2024