Jaywon AO3 stories :)

Spring would always come; abigails (venusona)

Jay can't suppress the grin that's growing, so he just lets it spread wide on his lips. "So, how do you think of the 'infamous boy' now that you've seen him, ahjumma?" He asks, cheeky.

Jungwon's mother laughs, amused. She bats a hand. "Aigoo, aigoo, kids these days." Her bursts of laughter are bright and flutteringly familiar. She pauses for a moment to regain her breathing rhythm and admits. "Honestly, I'm really happy that Jungwonie has someone to make him so happy like this. And even happier to know that he's a very well-mannered young man."

Jay ducks his head shyly at the compliment. So he makes Jungwon happy.

As if on cue, there are rushing stomps on the stairs, before it's revealed to be Yang Jungwon himself, all dolled-up and ready. Jay thinks he might have stopped breathing.

The first thing he notices, is that Jungwon's soft hair is slightly styled. Brown, curly locks flowing down to the tip of his ear, where a sparkly stud earring makes itself known on his earlobe. He has some makeup on; the fine glitter on his eyes sparkles and his cheeks are topped with peachy blush. And his lips. They glow, like waves under sunlight, washing him over like water against shores.

Jay finds himself gulping. He's quite thirsty.

The presence of the guest catches Jungwon's attention, for he flashes Jay a grin and spins himself, one hand clinging onto the stairs' handrail, coyly showing off. The older now finally gets a clear sight of what Jungwon is wearing, and-

Jesus fuck. Is that a fucking crop-top?

Jungwon is dressed in an elegant grey suit. But it's not like any other suit, this one is definitely tailor-made. The material hugs his small form neatly; fabric firm on his broad shoulders and shrinks itself as the jacket moves down and reveals his tiny waist, where it cuts short and the white shirt underneath peeks out. The pants smooth along his thin legs and down the two shoe-less, sock-covered feet.

Jay is, quite frankly, completely unable to take his eyes away from the younger's waist, awestruck by how small it looks and how his arms can wrap rounds about just that — to his humble estimation.

And when Jungwon jumps down the last few steps of stairs and skips to his side and he's now seeing the boy up close, Jay thinks he finally understands the difference between 'pretty' and 'beautiful'.

Jungwon is undeniably pretty everyday. He's an eye-candy by default, petite-looking and gives anyone a sense of immediate protectiveness. It's impossible not to adore him.

But tonight he's stunning like a shining star, like the main character of a royal-set movie and as if he belonged in a castle; along with princes and princesses and noble members of royalty and Jay knows he would still stand out as brightly as a glass chandelier. Tonight, Jungwon is beautiful.

Jungwon is beautiful and Jungwon is his date. Jay's date. Park Jongseong's date.

Jay thinks, at this very moment, he is truly the luckiest person on earth.

"Hi hyung," Jungwon grins at him, and Jay swallows before answering. "Hey angel." He gently held onto the boy's fingers and fiddles with them.

Jungwon's mother clears her throat at the sight, and Jay instantly turns around, slightly pulling back but not letting go of Jungwon's fingers. She raises an eyebrow and Jungwon lets out an audible smile. "Mom, this is Jay-hyung, my boyfriend."

The address goes straight into Jay's heart; how Jungwon says it so naturally like it's a well-known fact for years. His chest thums like a mad drummer in a band and he can feel heat snakes up to his neck. Jungwon is probably giggling at how red he is right now.