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sunday afternoon; jake sim

## [ sunday afternoon ] : : sim jaeyun ! !

genre: fluff, established relationship!au 

pairings: jaeyun <3 reader 

word count: 571 words

a/n: i kept this in my drafts for two months .. haha .. i didn't like it when i wrote it at the time but now i think its kinda cute 😓😓 enjoy !! this !!! short !!! fluff !!! .. also my take on ?????? pet names ??@&::*@;@8@;@ !!! sawry 😢 if its cringy ..  

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ON A RANDOM Sunday afternoon, you quickly jump into a certain boy’s embrace, inducing a surprised yelp out of his pinkish lips. Although confused, he wraps both of his arms around your waist, sighing blissfully against your touch.

“Why the sudden hug, hm?” He takes his time to tuck some of your stray hairs behind your ears, then proceeding to rub small circles against your back. “Has something been bothering you, baby?”

You stay silent for a second. But not long after, you tilt your head upwards, looking him straight in the eye. "Nothing, just tired."

"Then let's cuddle for a little while, okay?" You nod, and he lets you wrap your arms tighter around his figure. 

The teen carries you over to a couch, where you both cuddle for a few more minutes. “Jaeyun.” You call out, and he hums in response.

Jake returns an attentive gaze, nodding at your mention of his favorite nickname — which only you had the privilege of using. He honestly loves hearing his name roll off your tongue, and he believes that it’s the most endearing thing he has ever heard in his entire lifetime. 

Sending you the loveliest gaze, he urges you to continue.

“Jaeyun, I really don't deserve someone like you." Your tone is soft, quiet, and brimming with a hint of dreariness. 

He stills upon hearing your words, lips pulling into a straight line. 

His fingers stop threading through your hair as he parts from the hug. “Is that what's been bothering you, angel?”

“—Yeah.” You pause. "You have done so much for me, that sometimes, I really doubt being worthy of you. Even of your love." 

He takes your hands in his, bringing it closer to his lips. He presses a gentle kiss in between the knuckles of your nimble fingers, and your cheeks instantly flush a bright burgundy. “Are you really hearing yourself right now? That’s not true."

He doesn’t break eye contact with you, hoping that you'll be able to understand much of the unsaid words that have been bubbling within his chest. But of course, it doesn’t work that way, and so he chooses to try. “My angel, you deserve all the love in the world. You deserve everything actually, and I hope that I can give it to you someday.”

A small grin emerges from your lips upon hearing his words. It seemed stupid in the first place, having been worrying about these kinds of things. You laugh at the teen softly, shaking your head.

“I’m sorry, that was stupid.”

He doesn’t respond, not with words at least.

Taking the time to come closer, he softly presses his lips against yours, grinning. Feeling as if for a split second, he had the world within the entirety of his palm.

He believes that his love for you is greater than the word itself.

Surely, no word can be greater of describing the feeling that ripples through his chest every time he’s with you. 

When you both pull away, Jake laughs. He stares at you with that starry-eyed expression, and for once in your life, you firmly believe that you’ve never loved anyone like him.

“You know who else loves you a lot?”

You shake your head, tilting your head in question. “Hm, who?”

He presses a final peck to your jaw. “Layla, of course.”

And you chuckle in response. “Ah right, how could I forget about her?”

Jake shakes his head, a teasing smile resting upon his lips. "Tsk, tsk, such a bad mommy."