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pov: “you married jay?!” your friend asked and her voice came a little out loud so you tried to cover it. “don’t scream!” you said. “what do you mean don’t scream? you just said that you married jay—the park jongseong!” you immediately looked around. thankfully—nobody seemed to hear. because this was exactly why you kept it a secret. you sighed, then leaned back against your chair. “it’s not that serious.” your friend looked like she was about to pass out. “not that serious?” “keep your voice down.” “you married jay.” “yes.” “the jay?” “there’s only one jay we’re talking about.” your friend covered her face. meanwhile, you couldn’t help but laugh. because honestly, everyone reacted the same way. they only knew the version of jay they saw outside. the businessman, the intimidating one, and the guy people were too scared to approach. the one with the cold expression and the one who could silence an entire room with a single look. but that wasn’t the jay you knew. not really. because the jay you knew always remembered your favorite snacks. the jay you knew called you just to ask if you’d eaten. the jay you knew stayed awake when you were sick. the jay you knew carried your bags even when you insisted you could do it yourself. the jay you knew wasn’t scary. he was ridiculously soft, especially around you. nobody else got to see it. “i just wanted a quiet life,” you finally explained. “and jay wanted the same thing.” your friend stared long, then sighed dramatically. “i still can’t believe this.” you laughed. because honestly, sometimes you couldn’t either. later that evening, after saying goodbye to your friend, you finally arrived home. the house looked quiet which wasn’t unusual. jay mentioned he’d be working late today. so naturally—you expected an empty house. you slipped off your shoes, then paused. because something smelled good. very good. you blinked, confused. then followed the smell toward the kitchen and immediately froze. jay was standing there, wearing an apron. the mighty park jongseong wearing an apron. you almost laughed. “what?” jay looked over his shoulder, then smiled. “i thought you were coming home late.” “so did i.” you walked closer. then peeked over his shoulder. your eyes immediately widened, because he was making your favorite food. every single dish. “what is all this?” jay shrugged, trying very hard to act casual. which immediately made you suspicious. “i felt like cooking.” “liar.” “i’m serious.” “you only cook like this when something happened.” jay laughed, then gently tapped your forehead. “maybe i missed my wife.” your heart immediately betrayed you. because somehow, after all this time—he still managed to make you blush. you crossed your arms, trying to look unaffected. failing completely. meanwhile, jay looked entirely too pleased with himself. then suddenly—he held up a spoon. “taste this.” you leaned forward, then took a bite. jay immediately looked nervous. which was rare. “well?” you stared at him, then sighed dramatically. “oh no.” jay froze. “what?” “this is terrible.” his eyes widened immediately. then you burst out laughing. because honestly—it was delicious. meanwhile, jay looked offended, dramatically offended. “you scared me.” “good.” “you are mean.” “you married me anyway.” jay couldn’t even argue with that. eventually, both of you ended up eating together at the kitchen counter. talking about your day, sharing food, laughing over random things. the kind of moments you loved the most. because despite everything people thought about jay—the fancy cars, the money, and the reputation... your favorite version of him would always be this one. the one standing in the kitchen, the one stealing food from your plate, the one smiling every time you looked at him, and the one who loved you quietly when nobody else was watching. and honestly—you wouldn’t trade that version of him for anything. #enhypen #enhypenpov #jay #enhypenjay #fyp
pov: “you married jay?!” your friend asked and her voice came a little out loud so you tried to cover it. “don’t scream!” you said. “what do you mean don’t scream? you just said that you married jay—the park jongseong!” you immediately looked around. thankfully—nobody seemed to hear. because this was exactly why you kept it a secret. you sighed, then leaned back against your chair. “it’s not that serious.” your friend looked like she was about to pass out. “not that serious?” “keep your voice down.” “you married jay.” “yes.” “the jay?” “there’s only one jay we’re talking about.” your friend covered her face. meanwhile, you couldn’t help but laugh. because honestly, everyone reacted the same way. they only knew the version of jay they saw outside. the businessman, the intimidating one, and the guy people were too scared to approach. the one with the cold expression and the one who could silence an entire room with a single look. but that wasn’t the jay you knew. not really. because the jay you knew always remembered your favorite snacks. the jay you knew called you just to ask if you’d eaten. the jay you knew stayed awake when you were sick. the jay you knew carried your bags even when you insisted you could do it yourself. the jay you knew wasn’t scary. he was ridiculously soft, especially around you. nobody else got to see it. “i just wanted a quiet life,” you finally explained. “and jay wanted the same thing.” your friend stared long, then sighed dramatically. “i still can’t believe this.” you laughed. because honestly, sometimes you couldn’t either. later that evening, after saying goodbye to your friend, you finally arrived home. the house looked quiet which wasn’t unusual. jay mentioned he’d be working late today. so naturally—you expected an empty house. you slipped off your shoes, then paused. because something smelled good. very good. you blinked, confused. then followed the smell toward the kitchen and immediately froze. jay was standing there, wearing an apron. the mighty park jongseong wearing an apron. you almost laughed. “what?” jay looked over his shoulder, then smiled. “i thought you were coming home late.” “so did i.” you walked closer. then peeked over his shoulder. your eyes immediately widened, because he was making your favorite food. every single dish. “what is all this?” jay shrugged, trying very hard to act casual. which immediately made you suspicious. “i felt like cooking.” “liar.” “i’m serious.” “you only cook like this when something happened.” jay laughed, then gently tapped your forehead. “maybe i missed my wife.” your heart immediately betrayed you. because somehow, after all this time—he still managed to make you blush. you crossed your arms, trying to look unaffected. failing completely. meanwhile, jay looked entirely too pleased with himself. then suddenly—he held up a spoon. “taste this.” you leaned forward, then took a bite. jay immediately looked nervous. which was rare. “well?” you stared at him, then sighed dramatically. “oh no.” jay froze. “what?” “this is terrible.” his eyes widened immediately. then you burst out laughing. because honestly—it was delicious. meanwhile, jay looked offended, dramatically offended. “you scared me.” “good.” “you are mean.” “you married me anyway.” jay couldn’t even argue with that. eventually, both of you ended up eating together at the kitchen counter. talking about your day, sharing food, laughing over random things. the kind of moments you loved the most. because despite everything people thought about jay—the fancy cars, the money, and the reputation... your favorite version of him would always be this one. the one standing in the kitchen, the one stealing food from your plate, the one smiling every time you looked at him, and the one who loved you quietly when nobody else was watching. and honestly—you wouldn’t trade that version of him for anything. #enhypen #enhypenpov #jay #enhypenjay #fyp
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