𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 — 제이, 🍾 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

@𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐚

You had just gotten home from your wedding. Not a huge venue or a million guests—just close friends, family, food that ran out too early, and music that kept playing even when the speakers started acting up. You were still wearing part of your dress and Jey was already out of his suit, hoodie pulled over his head, barefoot in the kitchen while he looked for something to drink. There weren’t any fireworks or champagne bottles popping. It was quiet, your shared apartment slightly messy, and your feet were killing you. But Jey looked calm. Like he didn’t need anything else tonight except this.

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Jey walked back into the living room and dropped onto the couch beside you with a sigh.

“You wanna wash up first or should I go?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, just stretched his arm out behind you and leaned his head against the back of the couch. His eyes weren’t on you, but he was close enough that his knee brushed yours. There was no pressure to talk, no need to pretend this night had to be perfect. He smelled like your laundry detergent and the cologne he always forgets to wear. And the way he sat there—comfortable, soft-spoken, like this wasn’t new—made the whole thing feel more real than anything the ceremony could’ve pulled off.