ᴇɴʜʏᴘᴇɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ//x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

-GOT YOU; S.J

genre; fluff/angst
word count; 1391
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(Y/N pov)
Tears stained my shirt as tears flowed down my face. I nibbled at my lip, only chewing harder when I tasted blood. I silently whimpered as I tried to think of a way to escape the pain.

After my fathers sudden death, I wasn't the same. He was the only thing keeping me going- except for my husband of two years, Jake.

My father was the best at advice. He read a lot and always dug deeper into balanced arguments. He was someone that would listen and give you what you needed, even if you were a stranger to him.

I heard the door of the apartment jiggle open. I tried to calm down but that just made the tears poured harder. I tried covering my mouth, hoping to drown away the sound of my whines and whimpers.

"Y/N? Sweetie? Where are you?" I heard Jakes cheery voice. He probably just got back from practicing with the other members.

I stayed silent and longed for him to not find me in this state, but before I could do anything he walked through our swung-open bedroom door.

I didn't bother to look up and instead snuggled deeper into my knees, my whimpers getting louder. I couldn't help it.

I felt my body get lifted and placed on a set of thighs, hands snaking around my waist and pulling me close. I knew who it was, how could I not? He's the only thing that's been keeping me here, my one true love.
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(Jake POV)
"J-Jake, I-" her voice cracked as sobs filled the room. My heart broke as I squeezed her tight, planting a soft kiss on her head.

I couldn't bear to see my own lover in this terrible state, but I wasn't one to stop her from crying. It's better for her to let it all out now instead of keeping it and bursting at any sudden moment.

Her father was like my own, since I never grew up with one. He left just before my 3rd birthday. As Y/Ns best friend (before we ever got into a relationship) I spent day to day at her house.

It was such a lovely environment, and Y/Ns father was such a cheery, wise man that I longed to be like. He was like a father to me, too.

That's why his death was hard for me to accept myself. I couldn't even imagine what Y/N is going through.

She clung on to my shirt and damped it a little, but I didn't mind. I'm glad she thought of me as a comfort, and all I want is for her to be happy. She deserves it more than anyone or anything in the world.

After a couple minutes, she calmed down. She'd hiccup every now and then, which was adorable, but she seemed okay for the time being.

She looked up at me with the gorgeous smile of hers and sighed.

"Thank you, Jake. I love you with all my life." she whispered, before tiredly fluttering her eyes closed and leaning onto my chest. I returned the smile and motioned circles on her back in comfort.

"Of course, my love. Whenever you need me, i'll be right by your side. I got you." I said in a soft whisper. Soft snores escaped her mouth and I smiled in victory.

I slowly laid her on the bed and covered her thoroughly, planting a soft kiss on her head before leaving her to rest.

"Good night, my love."
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(3rd person pov)
The next day, Jake planned a surprise for Y/N. Taking away from yesterdays events, he's decided to make this day a special one for his lover.

So when Y/N awoke from her long slumber, Jake was no where to be found. She searched far and wide across the apartment for her lover boy who seemed to be no where around.

She grabbed her phone off the table and tapped "Hubby 💗". After ringing a couple times, the call went straight to voicemail. Y/N sighed nervously as she spotted a sticky note on the counter.