Enhypen Imagines

Happy Person | J.P

It wasn't that he was overly cautious about you as if you were made of porcelain. You knew that and he knew that. No, you both knew that it was because you were his very first girlfriend, and he wanted to do it PERFECTLY. At least that's what you categorized it as, he just claimed he wanted to treat you right.

His parents liked you. Correction: They loved you. His dad said you took well care of him, his mom said you kept him grounded. They just knew you were good for him.

So, because his parents claimed you were so good for him he was determined to be equally as good for you. He would cook for you every morning and every night, refusing it any time you offered to help. He wanted to do this for you. There was no doubt, he was truly the best and kindest boyfriend you ever had, and the best thing about it was that you could sense he was genuine in all his feelings and actions.

So when the night came, where he came home from practice about an hour later than usual you could immediately sense it off of him. He felt like absolute shit. It was like it radiated off of him. 

You honestly hadn't thought much of it. You know what he did would mean he left early in the morning and never could be sure when he got home at night. This meant you had dinner ready when he came home and when he saw the food standing on the table it looked like something in his eyes completely shattered, that's when you knew... you might've just fucked up.

"Jay-ah," you carefully called out and his eyes immediately ripped away from the food on the table as he just looked over at you in shock, "it's alright if you don't feel hungry, you can go wash up if you'd like. I just want you to eat something before going to bed."

"But- the food..." he muttered quietly and looked back at the food, "it's not your cooking, I swear. It's not your cooking," he quickly assured before rushing over and pressing a kiss to your temple, "your cooking is amazing. I love it when you come with lunch for me. But... I make the dinner, Baby."

"Well yeah... but... you had a long day at work today, so I figured I cook for you, just this once," I pointed out and he let out a small sigh while pursing his lips, "is this about the whole wanting to be the perfect boyfriend?"

"I don't try to be the perfect boyfriend," he sighed deeply as he looked at you with a slightly offended look while his hand placed itself on your waist, "I just want... I want that we both contribute to this relationship... and that it's not just you doing all the things while I once in a while trespass due to my schedule."

"Okay... we need to talk," you declared and grabbed his hand before pulling him over to sit down by the table, while he just looked at you with big eyes.

He had always learned one thing about that sentence, and that was bad. He had heard that in most cases it meant you were going to break up.

So understandably he kept following you with wide eyes that truly showed how scared he was as you sat down in the chair across from him with a small sigh. He did not wanna lose you, and he would die on that claim.

"Have I done something wrong?" he immediately questioned and you simply let out a small laugh before taking his hand in both of yours.

"No, you've more so understood a few things wrong," you corrected him softly, "you're right that a relationship needs effort from both parts, but you can't balance it like you're trying to. There's not chores in a relationship to give out... you don't have to cook everyday, you don't need to get home at the same time everyday. You know what I need from you?"

"What?" Jay quietly questioned, suddenly feeling like he was a student getting educated about something he was utmost interested in.

"I simply need for you to be there for me when I go through my rough times, and I need for you to show me love everyday that we're together. Whether that is telling me you love me or cooking me food," you quietly listed and he slowly nodded, "now... you either eat the dinner I made for us or you go out and wash up."

"I'd love to eat your food," he murmured and you smiled widely before quickly leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek a smile immediately spreading on his face.

"Jay...?" you softly called out and he hummed before looking at you while he picked up his cutlery, "I love you, you know that, right?"

"You had me scared for a moment," he admitted before smiling back at you, "but I know, and I love you too. Still not gonna stop me from trying to make you the happiest person alive."

"I already am, as long as I am with you," you softly reminded and he simply looked at you with a smile that slowly spread widely on his face.

"I think we should have a datenight tomorrow..." Jay stated and you looked at him with bright eyes, making him melt immediately.

He loved when you looked at him like that, with all that excitement on your face but at the same time looking so in love with him.