Heeey loves! I wanna ask a jay scenario that u r jealous of a model jay worked with in a sexy video like welcome. But u r just acting weird and quiet instead of telling jay what was bothering u. And when he finds out about it, he kind of dont belive in ur high level of insecurity and then later he convince u with sweet words that he only has eyes 4 u. Sorry if thas was to especific
No no no! Not at all! The more specific the better, it helps alot! :D thankyou for requesting. Especially since it was Jay, ADSJFFJG LOVE WRITING HIM! ^.^ okay, I really liked this idea and I hope I did it justice for you! Feel free to request whenever, I’m practically done with all my requests! *hugs*
“Baby?” You heard your boyfriend’s voice down the phone, as you put it to your ear.
Your heartbeat fluttered a little at the sound of his voice, “Hey,” You breathed.
“I was just calling to let you know I’ll be home in ten, okay?"
You smiled. You knew you technically didn’t live here, it was Jay’s apartment. But, when he called you to come around, he always said, "Come home.” As if it was indeed, your home. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, like, you were a little family or something. You knew it was kind of stupid, but you loved it when he said it, you really did.
He had left you the key to his apartment when he had left your house early to go to work this morning, and had told you to make yourself at home for the day until he could come home to you.
“Okay.” You smiled, said your goodbyes and hung up.
You flipped up your laptop, bored. What could you do? You decided to search up some of your favourite K Pop music videos to watch. While you were watching, in the reccomended section, what would appear but your boyfriends name.
Jay Park - Welcome OFFICIAL MV
Out of sheer boredom, you clicked on the video. Of course, you’d seen it before, but that was back when you weren’t dating him - over a year ago now. Before, you had thought the girl in the video was quite pretty. Now, it was like she was the most beautiful girl on earth. Your boyfriend’s beautiful voice played through the laptop. You were quite enjoying the music, but then it took a turn for the worst. Suddenly, the girl was in the room with him. He pulled his shirt over his head, but you stopped admiring his abs when he threw himself ontop of the girl on the bed. It was odd, but you actually felt sort of weird about it. You felt…betrayed. Which was stupid - you hadn’t been together when he’d made the music video. And, it was only acting after all. But, it was horrible. A deep pit in your stomach formed as you watched him touch the girl the way he touches you. You watched him close his eyes like he did when you made love to him. She touched his body, and you almost felt angry. She wasn’t his to touch like that. She put his arms around him and your heart bumped against your ribs. You tried to tell yourself it’s not real, but it didn’t feel like it. You tried to power through, but your throat started to close in on itself. It was so stupid, but it felt so goddamn real.
Suddenly you heard keys in the door and you panicked. You bashed the pause button and then leaped up off the sofa.
“_____, I’m home!” His voice chimed as you heard him step through the door.
You scampered to the door to go and greet him, but he beat you to it and walked into the living room before you could leave.
“Hey, you.” He smiled, walking forward to plant a kiss on your lips and then he caught sight of the laptop screen.
You cursed under your breath; you had meant to close the tab down when he had walked through the door. Rather embarrassingly, the video had froze on a close up of your boyfriend’s flawless chest, half way through a rather saucy body roll.
He looked at the screen, then back at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. You blushed furiously, putting your hand to your face to try and cover the crimson colour your face had now turned.
“Baby, you don’t have to go stalking around on the internet to see me topless, you know.” He teased you, winking and flashing you his smile.
He wandered back over to where you a stood and, seeing your blush, he grinned wider. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the lean muscle that covered his top half. He leaned down, lifting your shirt up a tiny bit so he could slip his hands under your shirt on your hips. You flinched at his cold hands, and your heart bumped against your ribs as his lips brushed across yours slightly. It was only a touch, but it only made you want it more. He leaned down again and pressed his lips against yours a little harder. He began kissing you lightly and then he body rolled against you.
You felt his lips at your ear, “You know you can have me anytime you want, right?”
You giggled, embarrassed, looking down at your feet as your fingers danced up and down his biceps. At that, he laughed, putting his finger under your chin and tipping it up so he could look into your eyes.
“You’re so cute when you blush like that, jagi.” He kissed your lips then brought his hands to settle back at your waist.
“Yeah, we’re going to have some models in the next music video, I think.” He said, running patterns on your hips with his finger.
Your face fell, but he didn’t see because he wasn’t looking at you. “L-Like the girl in the Welcome video?" Say no, say no
, you prayed.
He nodded, immersed in tracing patterns on your stomach now. "Yeah, I guess.”
He looked up at you and you tried to seem indifferent. “That’s okay with you, right?”
You gave a slight nod and he grinned, pecking you on the lips again.
“I knew you’d be cool with it, ____.”
You smiled, pathetically, “Yeah, yeah, of course…”
“Okay, I’m going to go shower and then we can watch that DVD if you want?”
You nodded again as he ran into the bathroom. You heard the shower turn on and then you threw yourself onto the sofa.
You’re overreacting, you told yourself as you sat on the sofa staring at the wall. Jay loves you. He l o v e s you. If it’s nothing, why do you care so damn much? You asked yourself and you were still asking it and not getting any answers when you heard your boyfriend’s velvet smooth voice.
“It bothers you, doesn’t it?"
You looked up and feigned ignorance, "What are you talking about, pabo?”
His face hardened, his arms crossing over his bare chest. He had put on shorts, and a towel was hung around his neck, but he was still pretty wet. “You’re not cool with it at all.”
“Why would you think that?” You pretended to act casual.
He pointed at you, “There! That’s how I know.” He crossed the room and stood closer to you.
You gave him a questioning glance.
“You’re doing the pouty face.” He poked your lip, “You only pout like that when something’s up.”
“Wha…” You stared at him, dumbfounded. How did he know that from just looking at you?
He smiled slightly, “Because I know you, baby. And I can tell how much this is bothering you…But why?”
You blushed a tiny bit and looked everywhere but him. He steadied your face in his hands.
Then his eyes widened a little when he realized. “Are you…jealous?”
You didn’t respond, but you guessed it was response enough, because he understood.
“You know, baby, the videos not real. It’s just acting."
"Yeah, I know…I just…I was watching it and it just felt…so weird
“Weird?” He cocked his head at you.
“Like…I don’t know. Seeing her touch you like that…Seeing you touch her like that…”
He leaned forward to plant a kiss on your forehead, “You know I only want you, right?”
You fiddled with the edge of the towel around his neck, “Did you…ever…like, like…her?” You stuttered.
He laughed lightly then stopped when he saw how upset you look, “How could I? I don’t know anything about her.”
You muttered, “You could if you wanted.”
He laughed again, “Yeah but that’s the thing. I don't want
to know anything about her. I don’t care what her favourite song is, or what she looks like in the morning or what shampoo she uses or anything.”
You cracked a small smile, “Really?”
He enveloped you in his big arms and placed a series of kisses on your lips before saying, “Really. But, I do want to know if you want hot chocolate or coffee while we watch the film?”
You laughed a little, “Hot chocolate, please.”
He grinned, “Okay, baby girl. Go get changed and I’ll be in with our drinks in two.”
You smiled up at him and then made the walk out of the room. As you left you said just loud enough for him to hear, “You know you’re the best boyfriend ever right?”
In reply, he guffawed, “Don’t get used to it. You’re making the drinks next time!”
You leaned against the wall in the bedroom, closed your eyes and smiled. He really was the best boyfriend ever.