Last night, I imagined Jaehyun telling everyone just how deeply in love he is with his girlfriend. The way he’d talk about what makes her so special in his eyes, how she’s this perfect mix of chaos and calm that he can’t get enough of. How she’s not just someone he loves—she’s the reason everything makes sense. And that’s it. Just Jaehyun, utterly smitten, trying to put into words what feels impossible to explain.
Jaehyun finally told the guys about you. The way you live in his head, rent-free. The way everything feels a little too quiet when you’re not there. He tried to keep you to himself, but he couldn’t anymore—not when you’re all he thinks about.
“Wait, can you say that again?” Mark’s eyes widen like a cartoon character caught mid-thought. The boys are all gathered around the living room table.
Jaehyun had called what they jokingly refer to as an “emergency assembly” to drop the bombshell: there’s someone in his life now, and he’s planning to move in with them. It’s time, apparently, to finally introduce them to his friends.
“I mean, I don’t know, you’ve been hyping this girl up for so long, and we still haven’t seen her. At this point, I’m starting to think she’s a figment of your imagination,” Johnny teases, leaning back in his chair.
“Ha. Ha.” Jaehyun deadpans, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I know I’ve been talking about her for a while, and yeah, none of you have met her yet.”
“And we don’t want to meet her,” Jungwoo says, dramatically crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.
“Don’t listen to him, hyung. We’re dying to meet your ghost girlfriend. Like, is this some ‘Ghost’ movie situation where only you can see her, or is she gonna appear if we summon her with a medium?”
Jaehyun throws a pillow straight at his younger friend’s face.
“She’s real,” he insists, his voice softer near the end as if embarrassed. “I just... didn’t want to share her. I wanted to keep her to myself for a while.”
“Oh, you were scared we’d steal your girl, huh, Jung?” Doyoung smirks.
Jaehyun snorts, shaking his head with a calm confidence. “Not a chance, Kim. She’s not into innocent little boys like you.”
Doyoung pulls a face, his mock outrage making everyone laugh.
“Well, I’m happy for you, man,” Taeyong says sincerely. “We’re all excited to meet her.”
“So, tell us—what’s so amazing about her?” Haechan leans forward, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.
Jaehyun’s gaze drops to the table, a thoughtful look washing over his face. Then his eyes light up, and a soft smile stretches across his lips.
“She has this... effect on me. When she’s not around, it’s like this itch I can’t scratch, and nothing feels right until she’s back. She’s got this way of making everything in my life just... easier. She makes me feel like even the stuff that doesn’t make sense is still okay, like it all fits somehow. Sometimes, it feels like she controls the weather—my weather—and I think maybe she does. At least in my world.”
He pauses, rubbing the back of his neck with a shy laugh. “Honestly, even I start to wonder if she’s a mirage. She must be made of some kind of magic, though, right? Because who else could do that to someone? Every time I’m with her, I feel a little more drunk on her. It’s weird, but I finally get that saying about having someone under your skin.”
The room falls silent. The guys are all staring at him, wide-eyed and stunned.
“And of course,” Jaehyun adds with a sheepish grin, “she’s gorgeous, sweet, sexy, brilliant, and funny.”
Haechan is the first to recover. “Hold up—what happened to the emotionally unavailable, zero-feelings Jaehyun we know? This guy’s a clone. We need to file a missing person report.”
“Shut up, idiot. It’s called being in love,” Yuta says, rolling his eyes. “You might figure that out one day if your brain ever grows up.”
“I know this doesn’t sound like me, but—”
“But it proves you’re really in love,” Yuta cuts in.
Jaehyun blushes and nods, unable to hide his smile.
“So, when do we get to meet this ‘delicious creature’ of yours?” Johnny asks, grinning like he’s not about to let it go.
“Hey, love. Where are you?”
You slip off your shoes the moment you walk into the apartment, already eager to see him. When Jaehyun spots you, his face lights up, and the book he was holding is instantly forgotten as he crosses the room to pull you into his arms. He lifts you slightly, and you laugh, wrapping your arms around him.
“Hello, love of my life.”
“Hello, you.” You kiss him softly.
“How was your day?” he asks, just like he always does.
“Intense. And yours?” you murmur, your fingers threading through his hair.
“Long without you. Fun with the guys,” he says, stealing a quick kiss.
“Oh yeah? What did you guys do?”
He looks at you deeply, his eyes full of warmth. “Talked. About stuff. About you.”
You tilt your head, feeling a mix of flattery and slight embarrassment.
“They’re coming for dinner tomorrow,” he says casually, brushing his lips against your cheek. “To finally meet you. Is that okay?”
“I’m okay with anything that involves you or the people you care about,” you reply between kisses.
Jaehyun groans softly against your lips. “You have to be unreal. Always saying the perfect thing.”
“Then I guess this is one beautiful illusion we’re living together.”