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a week at the cafe (na jaemin)

a week at the café (na jaemin)

pairing: na jaemin x reader

word count: 2.1k words.

content: fluff

notes: lowercase intended.

day one.

“good afternoon! what’s your order?” “one large americano and a watermelon shake please” you say. “can you add a cheesecake too?” mark adds. “i’ll pay for it this time y/n, but you have to help me pass college.” you chuckle at his words, “sure markie.” you sat down at an empty table waiting to be called. “can you believe we have one week left of summer and then we are officially college students,” mark groans. “i can’t wait to study medicine!” you say sarcastically. “i should have chosen music too,” you frown. he flicks your forehead, “you’re crazy! you’ll be one of the best doctor, i’m sure of it.” before you could reply, mark’s phone rings. “it’s my girlfriend.” you smile at him and say, “tell sab i miss her and i can’t wait to study anatomy with her.” you both laugh and he goes out of the café to answer the call.

seconds later, the barista calls out mark’s name. you look up to the barista and see his gorgeous smile. oh god. “one large americano and watermelon shake for mark?” he asks, smiling at you. you look at his eyes and is easily captivated by the way it sparkles. he lets out a chuckle which makes you go back to your senses. “uh yeah mark, here’s the receipt” you stutter as you show him the receipt. he stamps it and you immediately bring the drinks and go outside to find mark. as he ends the call, you start telling him about your encounter with the cute barista. “oh god, i didn’t even check his pin for his name,” you tell him. “y/n, you can just go back and ask you know?” he tells you. “yeah, but i’m shy.”

day two.

“so, who’s this cute barista you’re crushing on?” jennie asks. “the guy with the most beautiful smile behind the counter.” you tell her as you look at him. “drinks for y/n!” he calls out, and you suddenly panic. “oh god, jennie what do i do?” “get our drinks,” she says obviously. “make sure to ask for his name,” she winks at you. you playfully smack her arm and walk towards the counter. “y/n?” there he goes with his killer smile again. you smile at him and gave him the receipt. “weren’t you mark yesterday?” he asks, and you look at him confusingly. he lets out a chuckle and you suddenly remember that it was mark’s name being called yesterday. “ah, it’s y/n. i’m y/n.” you laugh, and he asks, “so is mark your boyf-“ before he could finish what he was saying, he was called by the manager. “oh sorry, i have to go. see you again tomorrow y/n.” he says and gives you the most beautiful smile you have ever seen.

day three.

“mark, can we wait for jennie before we enter the café?” you ask him. “y/n, i am starving, can we just go?” “no because he thinks you’re my boyfriend. you can’t ruin this chance i have.” “i have a girlfriend!” he laughs at you. “but he doesn’t know that markie!” you whine again. where even is jennie? you thought to yourself. “you look so funny when you crush on someone,” he says as he pats your head, and it just so happens the cute barista suddenly shows up outside the café. what is he even doing outside the café? you both look at each other and he gives you a small wave, and you give him a smile. “hey!” jennie suddenly appears. “you’re late,” you tell her. you look back to where the barista was standing to see him nowhere to be found this time. “can we eat now? y/n didn’t want to enter because the barista thinks we are together,” they both laugh, and you roll your eyes at them. “you know if you just ask his name, he might give you his number too.” jennie tells you. “you are quite obvious with this little crush going on.” mark adds. “we aren’t eating here, let’s go somewhere else,” you tell them as jennie laughs and mark whines.

day four.

you were planning to do advance readings for your class, so you decide to go to the café alone. there are three things you love about that café; the food, the ambience and the cute barista. you order the usual and find a table that is secluded. after a few minutes, you see a shadow going near you and it towers over your book. you look up at the person and saw the cute barista with your order. “i saw you studying so i decided to just give your order, i hope that’s fine with you.” he says as he places your drink and cake on the table. “thank you! that’s so kind of you,” you smile at him. “is that anatomy you’re studying?” he asks, and you give him a nod. “college starts next week and i want to come to class prepared, you know?” you chuckle. “i have anatomy notes, i can share them with you.” “i would love that.” “i’ll bring them tomorrow if you plan on dropping by that is,” he says with a hopeful glint in his eyes. “sure! i plan on studying here for the rest of the days anyway” “okay, see you tomorrow y/n” he says as he leaves. you forgot to ask for his name once again.

day five.

as soon as you enter the café, you see the cute barista standing behind the counter. he gives you a smile and you smile back. you do your usual café routine, and just like yesterday, he gives your order personally. “here are the notes as promised,” he hands out notebooks to you. “thank you! are you perhaps going to take med too?” you ask, and he flashes you with a smile again. his smile is so contagious, you catch yourself smiling whenever he does. “yup! my college starts next week as well.” “oh, won’t you need your notes?” “i’ll just get it back when you’re done using it, no worries,” he tells you. “thank you so much uh- what’s-“ before you could even ask for his name, a girl suddenly pats his shoulder. “reina!!” he says as he hugs her. “you’re finally back!” he tells her, and you could feel your heart dropping. “y/n, i have to go. see you tomorrow?” he asks, and you just give him a smile.

day six.

you enter the café again, alone. you look at the counter, but don’t see the beautiful barista. before you order from the counter, you go to your usual table first to place your things. as you go near, you see the cute barista sitting on your table with your usual drink. “hi, good afternoon!” you greet him. “hey! you finally came, i was waiting for you,” he smiles at you. you felt your cheeks going red, but you remind yourself that he might have a girlfriend already– reina might be his girlfriend. “what are you doing here?” you ask him, and he frowns. “oh, don’t take that in a wrong way, i would love to hang out with you, but don’t you have a shift or something?” you add. he laughs at your flustered self. “i was working here just to cover for my cousin, but she’s back, so i’m free i guess.” cousin? could it be- “see, that’s my cousin over there,” he points to the girl at the counter just like he could read your mind. “oh, reina is your cousin.” you said with a hint of relief. he raises one of his eyebrows, and asks, “did you think we were-“ before he could even continue, you start getting flustered again and he laughs. “you’re cute, you know.” he pats your head, but immediately stops when your phone rings. you look at your phone and saw mark’s name appear. “one sec,” you tell him. you stood up to go outside the house, but before you could even start walking, mark’s girlfriend talks, “hey y/n! i’m sorry i accidentally pressed your name, i was supposed to call mark’s mom. sorry for bothering you!” “ah, it’s fine sab. goodbye!” you say. you come back to your seat and look at the cute boy sitting in front of you. “so, you and mark?” he asks. “we aren’t together. oh god no, never. he has a girlfriend.” you say, all flustered. “you’re cute, have I mentioned that?” you did, you mentally answer. “i was just teasing. i saw mark with his girlfriend come by here during my shifts.” you let out a sigh of relief, but as you check the time, you remember that you have plans with jennie in 5 minutes. “i am so sorry but i have to go!” you tell him as you hurriedly pick up your things. “no worries, goodbye y/n! stay safe!”

day seven.

it’s the last day of summer, so you go back to the café to give the beautiful barista his notes back. it has been seven days, yet you still don’t know his name. you promised yourself that you will ask him this time but to your dismay, he was nowhere to be found in the café. you went up to reina and ask her, “hey! i was wondering if you know where your cousin is?” “he has plans with his family today! come back tomorrow, i’m sure he will drop by,” she tells you and you give her a thank you and left. does the world really hate you? doesn’t it want you to have a love life? is this their way on telling you to just give it up and start anew during college?

first day of college.

“first day of college!” jennie screams. “i’m so nervous and excited!” sab says. “can you believe we are now starting our journey to being doctors,” you tell them. “this feels surreal.” sab says. “what are your first classes?” “i have anatomy, and it starts in 30 minutes. i think i should go find the room. see you at lunch?” you tell them and they nod. you walk to your class and surprisingly you found it almost immediately. you sat at the chair at the middle of the room, and start opening your notes. as you were fixing your things, someone calls your name. “y/n! is that you?” it was the cute barista boy. “oh my god! we go to the same college and we have the same class?” you both laugh. “oh, here are your notebooks! i dropped by the café yesterday, but you weren’t there.” “ah, i’m sorry about that,” he says and you give him a smile. “oh, it’s no problem,” you tell him. you both stare at each other, and you find yourself getting lost in his eyes again until he starts to frown. “y/n, honestly, i am quite disappointed in you,” he tells you and you look at him confusingl. what is he talking about? “i put a note with my number on this notebook i gave you,” he pulls out the sticky note on his notebook, and showed it to you. you were shocked because you did not even notice the sticky note when you went through the notebooks. “i didn-“ he cut you off, “i figured you weren’t interested in me when you didn’t call for days,” he frowns. “i’m sorry, oh god, i didn’t see it.” you stutter. he pouts at you, and you panic. “i think you should make it up to me by going on a date with me,” he says, now giving you a smile. “what?” you say. “i mean, what? did I hear you correctly?” he nods and you can feel your cheeks blushing. is this really happening? you look at his eyes again and smile, “it’s a date then.” before he could reply, the professor arrives. “good morning everyone!” the professor greets, and the class greets back in unison. the boy beside you suddenly gives you a sticky note, you look at him then the sticky note. same café after our class today? you look back at him and nod. he gives you the most beautiful smile again, better than his past smiles if that was even possible. “my name is jaemin by the way.” he whispers, and you freeze. “you’re cute, you know?” he adds as he pats your head and lets out a chuckle before he focuses on the professor again with a smile on his face as you look all flustered.

be there for you

summary: in need of a date for you best friend’s wedding, you turn to jaemin who won't turn down a free trip to jeju

pairing: na jaemin x reader (y/n insert)

genre: fluff, fake dating au, wedding date au, light angst?

word count: 4.5k

a/n: hiiiii, i am a new writer to the kpop scene and this is the first one i’m publising onto tumblr! shoutout to my bestie for helping me write this<3 uh if this does well i was thinking about doing a pt2 with smut :0 but yanno. let me know what you guys think!! thank you if you read it! <3

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Jaemin and you we're having a movie night, your legs across Jaemin’s lap with him comfortably sitting up right nursing the bowl of popcorn. Half way through the movie your phone starts to buzz rapidly on your coffee table. Jaemin pauses the movie as you reach over and answer your phone.

“Hello?” 

“Ah Y/n! I was texting you, but I need a response kinda soon so,” Dahyun speaks, “For the wedding do you still need a date? You know Johnny’s best man, Yuta? I figured since you’re the maid of honor and the two of you are walking down the aisle together-”

You quickly cut off Dahyun “Hyun, it’s okay. I, uhm, I actually already have a date.” Silence fills the line.

“What the fuck Y/n? When were you going to tell me! Who is the lucky bastard?” Not having an immediate response, you look over towards Jaemin who is scrolling through his phone, tossing popcorn into his mouth one by one.

“Na Jaemin.” You say avoiding eye contact with said boy who is looking in your direction with a confused look. 

“Y/n! That’s amazing, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! I’ll wait to hear all the details when we are in Jeju. I’ll talk to you later Y/n!” and Dahyun clicks the line.

“What was that about?” Jaemin asks.

“So, you are now my date to Dahyun and Johnny’s wedding.” You state, finally making eye contact with him. Not to say he wasn’t shocked, but Jaemin didn’t look too concerned at the idea.

“Why? Weren't you going to go alone? He asks, resuming the movie. “Well yeah but Dahyun kept rambling about setting me up with Yuta, and I cannot put myself through dating Yuta. Even if it's just for a few days.” You exasperatedly say. “What’s wrong with Yuta, he’s yanno, Yuta..” Jaemin awkwardly says. 

“Yuta is a flirt. I don’t want to spend the majority of Dahyun’s wedding rolling my eyes.” Jaemin laughs, making you smile, “As long as I can get free food, I’ll be happy to be your fake date Y/n.”

“Ugh thank you Jae, and everything is already paid for. The hotel room, plane tickets. Hyun got me an extra ticket just in case, which worked out.” You sheepishly say, returning your attention back to the movie. 

The next few days you and Jaemin barely speak, both too busy with work and you busy with maid of honor duties for Dahyun. A day before you and Jaemin leave for Jeju the two of you facetime while packing, deciding what not and what to bring. 

“So should we set up rules to make this seem more real?” Jaemin asks while you’re folding a couple t-shirts to fit in your luggage. You nod, making eye contact through the phone, “that’s a good idea. Rule number 1 is trying to not fall in love with me Na Jaemin”.

Jaemin chuckles before flashing you that damn perfect smile. “I’ll try my hardest Y/n. Rule number 2 should be no excessive skin ship.” You rolled your eyes immediately, “No need to worry Jae, I won’t be kissing you.” 

“That’s not- I mean yeah no kissing. I think holding hands and hugging should be the only thing we do, and only in front of Dahyun to convince her”.

“Well yeah… I wasn’t planning on making out with you in front of Hyun.” You give him a look, continuing, “My last rule is that I get the bed that is closest to the windows. I want to practically see the Jeju shores from my window.” You say, folding the last dress you need to pack away. You don’t notice Jaemin staring at you through the phone, “Yeah Y/n. You can have the bed closest to the windows”.

The day of traveling was a breeze. Jaemin tugged your suitcase along with his own, while you carried the plane tickets. It may seem like an unfair trade but you were sure Jaemin would lose the tickets otherwise. After finally being seated in the plane, Jaemin leans in “It’s only an hour long flight. If you need to nap you can. I'll let you know when we are descending.” You look into his eyes, melting the tiniest bit. “Thank you Jaemin.”. You did in fact take a power nap, your head resting on Jaemins shoulder as he played a game on his phone the majority of the flight.

Stepping into the lobby of the hotel you and Jaemin are floored with the beauty of the interior. “Holy shit, if this is just the lobby imagine the room” Jaemin breathes out. You nod, taking in the beachy yet luxurious decor. Jaemin carries your suitcases towards the elevators as you check yourselves in.

You unlock the hotel door to be met with one, singular, bed. You stare at the bed, not looking at the large windows that you were once so excited about. “Y/n move, your bag is fucking heavy” Jaemin says, clearly annoyed. You stand still, unable to move your feet. Your heart is banging against your chest, you could’ve sworn you got double beds.

A shove to your bicep breaks you out of your thoughts as Jaemin sets the suitcases at the end of the bed. “Jae, I thought we were going to have double beds. I can go down to the lobby and ask for a different room? Or even a cot to sleep on? I’m so sor-” Jaemin cuts you off with a waving of his arm. “Y/n it’s okay. I don’t mind sharing a bed. You will still get to keep your side near the windows if that’s why you’re freaking out” Jaemin, subtly, winks. 

Your heart starts banging against your chest, now for a different reason. You stiffly walk into the room, finally being able to take in it all. The room is massive, 2 arm chairs next to the floor to ceiling walls, a small closet, and a dresser with a TV on top of it. You walk over towards the windows that lead onto a balcony, gasping at the view before you. It feels surreal being at your best friend’s wedding with such a beautiful view right from your room. You bask in the sunlight, as well as the feeling. Back in the room Jaemin has settled onto the bed, messing with his camera equipment he had brought along. 

As you stare off towards the ocean Jaemin moves quietly behind you, taking photos of your backside. He lowers his camera, keeping his eyes focused on you. “Y/n? Turn around.” He says softly enough to get your attention. His camera shutters as soon as you're turning around. “Oh my god, I thought you weren’t going to take any photos till we were at the beach?” you ask. “Just had to make sure my camera worked” He states, turning around flipping through the photos he had taken.

You walk closer to Jaemin, leaving the warm sun, “We have a couple hours before we should probably eat dinner. Want to check out the pool?”. Jaemin nods absentmindedly, still going through the photos picking out the ones he likes most to edit later, “As long as I can choose dinner”.

The pool was just as gorgeous as everything else at the hotel, if not more. 2 faux waterfalls on either side and excellent lounging chairs which Jaemin has set your things down on. Jaemin and you look at each other, “I’m surprised there's not many people here,” Jaemin says.

 “I know, this pool is fucking huge” You excitedly say, taking off your cover up, revealing one of the few bikini’s you brought with you (which also happens to be the sexiest one you own). “Last one in the water is buying dinner!” You yell before running into the pool. Jaemin stands still, mesmerized by your figure in that bikini. The bottoms fit your ass perfectly, the top not revealing too much but just enough. Jaemin is breathless, sure he had seen you in bathing suits before, but not this one. It was practically made for you. 

You’re quick to cut Jaemin’s rambling thoughts as you emerge from the water, “Jaemin, what the fuck? Why didn’t you jump in?” You yell, shoving your wet hair out of your face.

‘“S-sorry. You didn’t allow me any time to put on sunscreen!” He rebuttals. “I have to keep up with my perfect skin, Y/n”. Pointing to his flawless face. Laughing, you splash water towards Jaemin, “Just hurry up, I gotta beat your ass at marco polo”.

Back in the hotel room Jaemin gives you the bathroom to get ready in while he takes the room to quickly change in. As soon as Jaemin hears the bathroom door open he looks over. You notice he stares longer than normal, “You ready Jae?” Jaemin is quick to shake his head, “Y-yeah” he coughs out, “you look really good.”

You feel your cheeks heating up, laughing nervously “Thank you..”. 

To say Jaemin isn't a gentleman when it’s just the two of you is rude, but the show he was putting on at dinner was a whole new side of him. He even pulled out your chair for fucks sake. 

“Na Jaemin, who knew you were such a gentleman” You say once the two of you are settled at the table. Jaemin scoffs, “It’s not like we’ve fake dated before, otherwise you would have”. His subtle flirting sends your heart skipping multiple beats. 

The dinner goes by smoothly, the two of you ordering a couple bottles of wine to share, and luxurious meals to compliment it. When the bill arrived the waiter handed it to Jaemin, “I’m assuming the boyfriend is paying for tonight?”

“Wha-, no, no we are not-” “I am. Thank you” Jaemin says, taking the wallet from the waiter.

“What kind of waiter assumes that?” You say, shocked by the waiter but also at how smoothly Jaemin went along with it. 

“It’s not a big deal Y/n, I was paying anyway”. He smiles, slipping his card into the wallet.

You look away, taking a sip of wine, not wanting to meet his eyes in fear he might see right through you. 

Jaemin and you return to your hotel room, rather tipsy, tripping over one another. “Na Jaemin just open the damn door!” You yell, causing Jaemin to fumble with the key card even more. Once the door finally accepts the key, you shove Jaemin out of the way, making your way towards your suitcase. “What’s wrong?” Jaemin asks once he’s finally upright.

“Nothing. Just going to get ready for bed!” You call out before slamming the bathroom door shut.

Being with Jaemin alone at dinner just reminded you of how intense the feelings you felt for him are. Now you’re going to have to share a bed with him for 4 nights? It seems impossible in your mind. Dragging your skin care routine out as long as possible, Jaemin finally knocks on the door.

“Y/n, what the fuck is taking so long? I still need to shower!”

“Uh, hold on I’m almost done!”. After a few more minutes of prep talking to yourself, you unlock the bathroom door. Jaemin is wearing a white t-shirt now, holding the rest of his pajamas. He gives you a confused look, gesturing towards the inside of the bathroom. You move over, allowing him to set his things down. “Sorry for taking so long,” you sheepishly say, “I am almost done, then you can shower”. 

“It’s alright, just wanted to make sure you weren’t dying or whatever.” He says while picking up a few of your skincare products. He has no desire in learning what they are actually for, just interested in what you are doing. He moves onto the headband that sits on top of your head, a pink, fluffy piece with a little bow. 

You laugh while Jaemin continues annoying you, “Okay Na Jaemin, I’m done. Bathroom is all yours”. You hear a quiet “Finally” once you are walking out of the bathroom. What a brat. 

Unable to make yourself sit on the bed, you take place in one of the arm chairs and start the TV. Aimlessly flipping through channels until you find something that you can tolerate. You lean further into the armchair and scroll on your phone. Doing whatever you can to pass by the time that seems to go by miserably slowly.

Jaemin walks out with damp hair, pajama pants, and a white t-shirt wrapped around his neck. Looking up at you, you can feel your cheeks up blushing at the sight of him. Shaking his hair, then throwing the towel on the floor near the bathroom door, he finally looks up at you. “Why are you sitting on the chairs and not the bed?”

“Oh, uh. I wanted to figure out the channels” You reply, lifting the remote towards the TV. 

Jaemin nods, getting into his side of the bed. An episode of whatever you have on the TV goes by, your head lolling over as you fall asleep on the chair. “Y/n, just get in the damn bed” You hear Jaemin say. “What? I’m good, still watching this” you can hear the nervousness in your own voice. “You’re falling asleep on the chair, I’m not gonna bite you Y/n.”

Oh how you wish he would.

Reluctantly you get up heading towards your side of the bed. Jaemin turns off his lamp once you are safely in. “Night, Y/n”.

“Goodnight Jaemin”.

You wake up groggily, feeling warmth wrapped around your middle. You blink a couple of times before looking down, seeing Jaemin’s arm against your torso. Not being able to move without waking up Jaemin, you decide to lay there, holding your breath. You can feel Jaemin rustling beside you, you feign sleeping so as to not make this whole encounter even more awkward than it already is. 

Jaemin clearly has no issue, as he takes his time waking up, even going as far as to drag his hand back to his side rather than lifting it. Once Jaemin is safely in the bathroom, you feel like you can breathe once again. 

“Oh, you’re awake” Jaemin says, out of the bathroom grabbing his clothes to change. 

You nod, checking your phone to see if Dahyun has given you the itinerary for the day. 

“Do you have plans today?”

“Oh, I think Dahyun has all her bridesmaids getting our nails done before the rehearsal dinner tonight. I’m waiting for her to text me back.” You reply. 

“Then what am I supposed to do while you’re gone? I don’t know anyone else here” He says, making a pouty face. 

“I mean, you could always edit the photos you have for work” You reply, getting up to change. 

Jaemin flops onto the bed, “That’s boring”. 

You grab your t-shirt, flicking it at his legs. “Jaemin, be responsible and finish editing! I know you brought your laptop so you can”.  Jaemin’s reflexes are quick, he grabs the t-shirt pulling it towards himself. You stumble, not expecting him to pull you, you fall on top of him. Jaemin giggles, trying to tickle you. “Na Jaemin! Be a responsible adult” You laugh, trying to get out of his hold. 

“Noooo” As he finally lets go of you. 

“Well you aren’t coming with me, so find something to do.” You say lightheartedly, entering the bathroom. You lean against the door, giving yourself a small moment to catch your breath after practically feeling Jaemin up. 

Jaemin reluctantly lets you go with Dahyun, only because you told him he could pick out your nail colors.

Before meeting up with the bridesmaids, you and Dahyun sit at the hotel bar sipping on cocktails. “So, you and Jaemin?” Dahyun finally asks. Choking on your drink, you nod. “Yeah, me and Jaemin,” you confirm. “So was it him? Or did you finally confess to him, also how could you not tell me!” Dahyun exclaims.

You push your drink away, “Woah Hyun, calm down. It happened not too long ago, only about 2 months? You were so busy with wedding planning I didn’t want to bother you!”. Dahyun rolls her eyes, “Y/n please, if it's your love life of course I want to be bothered”. You give a half suppressed laugh, “We were just watching a movie together at my place, and it- well, It just happened” It technically was the truth.

“What happened!” Dahyun practically shoves you off your chair.

“We kissed?” You say anxiety lacing your voice, not wanting to sound like you’re making this up on the spot. 

“Y/n! No fucking way!” Dahyun squeals. You smile at her response, “I know, I’m sorry for not telling you sooner”. 

After finishing catching up the two of you head to the nail salon not too far away to meet up with the rest of the girls. The nail salon took a bit longer than expected, leaving you to rush to the hotel room to change for the rehearsal dinner.

When you enter the room Jaemin is sitting on the bed with his laptop and camera equipment. “Are you ready for the rehearsal?” You ask, stripping off your sandals, grabbing the rehearsal dinner dress you had packed.

Jaemin nods, “Are you gonna show me your nails? I wanna see the color I picked out” he cheekily says. Rolling your eyes you show off the matching set, “Isn’t it pretty? It’s everything you imagined to be right?” You joke, not looking at Jaemin as he really just studies the smile adorning your face. 

“Okay, we need to leave in like 10 minutes. I’m going to get ready” You say, turning around and heading towards the bathroom. You start removing your shirt before you enter the bathroom, leaving Jaemin to gaze at you, your bra stealing his attention. Quickly you disappear into the bathroom, slamming the door shut, leaving Jaemin dumbfounded.

 You only take about 15 minutes to get ready, only needing to touch up your hair and makeup before changing. Stepping out of the bathroom, you are securing your earrings, and notice Jaemin standing near the windows waiting for you.

“You, uhm,” he coughs out, “You look really good”.

“Oh, thank you.” You say blushing, finally taking in Jaemin’s outfit; a suit set made of crushed black velvet, fitting him perfectly, “You also look really good”.

“We do make a good fake couple” Jaemin says, you feel your heart weigh down at the idea that this arrangement is exactly that, an arrangement. “I agree. Should we head out?” You ask, to which Jaemin nods, standing up and ushering you out. 

Jaemin is quiet throughout the walk to the restaurant and even at dinner, only making small talk with you. “Jae, are you okay?” you finally ask once your meals arrive. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” He asks, cutting the steak he ordered. Rolling your eyes you bring your attention to Dahyun and Johnny. The two of them are not far away, enjoying their meal. You’ve never seen Dahyun genuinely as happy as she is with Johnny. 

Jaemin is looking at you, watching your smile grow as you take in your bestfriend and her fiance. He sighs, realizing he’s being an ass for no reason, but can’t make himself apologize. 

Yuta, Johnny’s best man, pulls a chair close to you, shaking you out of your daze. “Y/n, glad I can finally see you before tomorrow” he smirks. You see Yuta look towards the makeshift dance floor the restaurant made, “Do you wanna dance?”.

“Oh, uhm. No. I’m okay, actually I was just about to leave with J-”, Yuta cuts you off “Oh c’mon Y/n! Just one dance?” He cocks his head to the side towards the floor. You feel Yuta grab your wrist, starting to pull you out of your chair. 

Jaemin is quick to grab Yuta’s hand, “She said no, we’re actually leaving”. He shoves Yuta’s hand away, standing up holding his hand out for you to take. Looking at Jaemin you notice how cold his stare towards Yuta is. You take Jaemin’s hand with no hesitation, not looking back at Yuta as the two of you make your way back to the hotel room. The two of you don’t speak the whole way, but your hands still clasped together. 

Jaemin finally releases your hand to unlock the door, letting you in first.

“What the hell Jaemin?” You ask while slipping off your heels, “You barely speak to me the whole night then have to come in and be my knight in shining armor?”. 

“So instead of a ‘thank you’ for getting that douchebag away from you, I get yelled at?” His voice raises, clearly annoyed at the whole situation.

“That’s not the fucking point!” You throw your hands in the air, “it’s so unfair that you get to save the night after not talking to me for the majority of it!”.

Jaemin begins to unbutton his suit jacket, “I’m not going to sit there and let him practically harass you. You were uninterested and I stepped in? I really don’t get the issue Y/n.” throwing his jacket on the floor, even while being angry at him he looks damn good in that gray button up. You walk off towards the bathroom, “Whatever Jaemin.”

The two of you get ready for bed, silence filling the room. Jaemin is the last one to enter the bed, back to you, “Goodnight Y/n”.

The next morning you wake up before Jaemin once again, the fight the night before not stopping him from wrapping his arm around your torso in the middle of the night. Allowing yourself the brief moment of solitude under Jaemin’s arm, you slip out and grab your things to go get ready with Dahyun. 

Right before you leave the room, you push his arm jolting him awake, “I’m leaving, I’ll see you at the ceremony.” You state. He nods in acknowledgment before falling right back asleep. 

Dahyun’s bridal suite is massive, leaving the bridesmaids and the stylists more than enough room to get ready. Mimosas are served on the small coffee table in the middle surrounded by a brunch charcuterie board. Dahyun hands you a mimosa as soon as you walk in, “Damn! Did you not get any sleep last night? Is Jaemin that good in bed?”.

You roll your eyes, downing the mimosa,”Quite the opposite, we had a fight.” You say handing Dahyun the empty glass. The other bridesmaids turn to you, shocked. “What? Do we need to go fight Jaemin?” a girl named Minji speaks up. You laugh lightly “No, no, it’s fine. Just a small disagreement I guess? No big deal.” You sit in one of the stylists before saying, “It’s Dahyun’s day, let’s celebrate!”. The other girls all cheer and raise their glasses.

You constantly are checking your phone to see if Jaemin has texted you throughout the day, he hasn’t. He hasn’t even posted on his social media, you’ve been checking. 

Only 15 minutes before you walk down the aisle, your phone pings.

Jaemon:): i’m here, just wanted to let you know 

You smile down at your phone, Minji coming up behind you “You two haven’t been together long huh?” she asks.

“No, is it obvious?” You laugh. Minji giggles beside you, “If he didn’t care about you, you wouldn’t be smiling at your phone like that, he’s a keeper Y/n”. 

You look back down at your phone, Jaemin has now sent a photo of where he is seated. Before you can respond to Minji she is already lined up ready to walk down the aisle. 

Yuta steps next to, clearing his throat to get your attention, “Y/n, I’m sorry for last night, I didn’t mean to over step.” he says, giving you his hand to shake, “I’ll buy you a drink at the reception to pay you back”.

You grip his hand, “It’s an open bar Yuta”. 

“A drink another time then?” he smirks, shaking your hand.

“I’ll think about it” you reply, grabbing his arm so he can lead you down the aisle. 

The ceremony flies by, you don’t focus on the crowd (or rather Jaemin). You watch the bride and groom who are undoubtedly in love finally become husband and wife. You aren’t able to meet up with Jaemin directly after the ceremony as the photographer holds you back. To be fair, you aren’t sure you’re ready to see Jaemin especially after the small argument the two of you had. 

You enter the reception with Yuta, leading Johnny and Dahyun into which the attendees cheer loudly for. Yuta walks you to your table, where Jaemin is already sitting. Yuta nods towards Jaemin, to which he gets an eye roll in return. 

Jaemin grabs your hand, “You look beautiful, Y/n. I’m really sorry about last night, I shouldn’t have avoided you all night then get jealous when Yuta tried to dance, but I wasn’t going to sit there and let him harass you”.

“Thank you Jaemin. I appreciate it.” You hold his hand, giving him a soft squeeze, “You were jealous?” You ask.

Jaemin gulps, “Wha-, I meant like-” 

“I’m just fucking with you Jaemin” You laugh, watching the panic fall from his face.

“Haha, very funny”. 

The reception is just as lovely as the ceremony. Soft music fills the venue while the waiters bring out dinner. Jaemin and you make small talk, still feeling a bit awkward since last night. After dinner the DJ sets the mood for the dance floor, which is filled with everyone, including you and Jaemin. 

“Who knew you had such good moves Na Jaemin?” You joke, watching him sway side to side with a few fist pumps thrown in. 

“I get loads of compliments on my dancing skills Y/n, you just wouldn’t understand.” He pushes your shoulder lightly, causing you to lose balance for a brief moment. He wraps his arm around your waist, “Shit I’m sorry. I should have thought about you wearing heels”

“It’s okay Jaemin, really” You say, patting his arm, trying to move back to a respectable distance. 

Instead of letting you go, he pulls you closer. A little startled, you wrap your hands around his waist too. 

The two of you move to the music playing through the loud speakers, luckily it changes to a song more fit for slow dancing. You rest your head against Jaemin’s chest as the two of you sway side to side.

Half way through Jaemin puts his hands on your hips, steadying you.  

“Y/n,” He starts, “I’m sorry for the way I acted at the rehearsal dinner”

You cut him off, “You already apologized, it’s okay.”

“No, I’m sorry because I was an ass for no reason and you need to know why.”

The two of you stop dancing, just holding each other on the dance floor.

“I like you, Y/n. I like you a lot and-”

You reach up to kiss Jaemin, “I like you too” you say before kissing him again.

He finally reacts back, his hands coming to cup your face. His tongue swipes your bottom lip before pulling back, “Thank god. I’ve wanted to do that this whole trip”. 

You giggle, “Me too”.

jaemin headcanons — how he would treat you on your period

warnings | menstruation obviously, one (1) swear word, a tiny smidge of a mention of nsfw

a.n | felt like i was dying at work today because my cramps were so bad so this is purely self indulgent lmao

you absolutely cannot convince me that jaemin isnt the absolute sweetest mf to you when you’re on your period

he for sure has a tracker app on his phone so he knows when exactly you’re supposed to start

he makes sure that the bedsheets are clean around that time so you can snuggle up into a nice clean bed

your every wish is his command, and he won’t make you do anything you don’t feel like doing

but one thing he will make sure that you do is eat enough healthy foods and drink enough water (not that he doesn’t do that all the time, but this week is the most important)

he always has the fridge and pantry stocked with the ingredients for your favorite meals and snacks so he can make them for you

he doesn’t care if its the most convoluted recipe he’s ever seen in his life, or even if he has to drive however long it takes to get to your favorite random takeout place

he will make absolutely sure that you have your favorite food

he’s so incredibly gentle and understanding with you, and he’s exactly what you need

he knows every month is different from the last but he can always read the room

if you feel clingy, then he won’t let you go

if you want your space, then he keeps the distance he knows you need, but he’s still just a room away in case you call out to him for anything at all

even if you’re having a particularly bad day and there’s a chance that you might snap at one of your friends or coworkers, you’ve never snapped at jaemin because he just knows exactly what to say and do

if you have to work the day it hits or the day its the heaviest, he makes sure he’s at home so he can be there when you finish your day

sometimes you’ll come back home and you’ll be okay, maybe on a good day where your body decided to give you a break or the pain meds you took really just did their job

other days though, you’ll open the door with a frown on your face, your eyes welling up with tears because the day was so long and nothing was going right and you’re just in so much fucking pain

he immediately leads you inside, helping you take off all your clothes and running a bath for you, complete with all of your favorite bubbles or muscle relaxing salts

jaemin must have an internal thermometer or something because the bath water is always right, never too hot or too cold

he’ll sit in the tub behind you so you can lean back against him while he softly scrubs shampoo into your hair and massages your scalp

he presses little kisses to your cheeks or shoulders or back every time he hears you sniffle, and he’ll give you his undivided attention if you decide to tell him about your day

theres a bottle of cold water right next to the tub for him to grab whenever you bend forward from a wave of pain; he rubs your arms or your thighs softly until it subsides, and brings the straw up to your lips for you

“you’re okay, baby, take a drink” and after you take a few gulps he’ll set it down and pat your flushed face with a cold fluffy cloth

if you’re up for doing your skincare, he’ll do it for you with you

he’ll brush your hair up into a ponytail and/or put on your matching fuzzy bunny eared headbands

he’ll wash your face for you with your cleanser, and his gentle fingers will smooth the face cream down your nose and across your cheeks (he likes to squish your cheeks together and kiss your pouty lips to make you giggle)

if it isn’t obvious by now, jaemin doesn’t let you lift a finger

after drying you off and getting you dressed up in his comfy clothes, the heating pad is already warmed up and ready for you on the bed

and i’ll just say it, i know what you’re thinking

no, jaemin is not at all opposed to helping you out if you’re feeling particularly.. needy

he didn’t necessarily mean to stumble upon the fact that orgasms help with period cramps

he was just researching ways to help you feel more comfortable

but he is more than willing to do whatever you want whenever you want, so this of course is not an exception

“jaem, i’m literally bleeding down there”

“yeah and?? we have towels”

he’s not trying to pressure you into doing anything you aren’t up for

he just wants you to know that anything he can do to make you feel better, he’s 100% willing to do, no questions asked

yesterday's petal | nct na jaemin

“I see.” A petal of yesterday falls. “I’ll take care of them now.”

pairing » nct na jaemin x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)​

trope/au » ​non-idol au!, established relationship au!

genre » angst! just full angst!, grief and longing, reader remembering all the good times spent with jaemin, hurt and hope to move on, boyfriend na jaemin who took care of you so well, and you who loved him as much as he loves you

word count, estimated reading time » 1628, ~6 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » major character death, grief and loss, sorry not proofread 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 part of 'especially to you...'

didn't think that my first nct story on this app would be this but...i needed this badly...

i am also getting back into nct! i might be able to go to dream's concert this year and i'm so excited! feel free to send me some nct content and help me catch up hehe

but other than that...

in a world where everyone seems to fit in so well and so easily...i hope that someday things will be better for me 🫂

With the amount of times you hit the door frame against the overhanging bell of the shop, it’s no surprise that the older woman recognises you.

Usually, she greets her customers brightly, especially those who look nervous and overwhelmed by her overflowing love and care towards the flowers that she prides herself on. At first, it was like that for you too, but the brightness of it all only lasted a few milliseconds at most.

She’s not new to her job; no, she’s not. She’s been doing this for years, having been brought up to it by her mother who has heavily influenced her to decorate all kinds of events with the delicate being, bringing in colours from one corner of the room to the other. But she knew the second you walked in her door without having to take your hat, scarf or sunglasses off, that you’re different from any of the other customers.

She can sense it from far away: a heart that has stopped beating. Amidst the chaotic, busy world, where most of the time a pin cannot be heard even in the library, she can feel the dejected feeling that your heart clenches painfully and that it never begs to differ. She wonders if you’ve always been like this or if you change under a different circumstance. Did her shop remind you of something unpleasant? Was it making you remember a painful memory that you never want to revisit ever again? 

But you always kept coming back. If not every day, every second day. And this, without fail.

She wishes she had the courage to ask why the corners of your lips have never raised, why your hands are always limped by your side, swaying tirelessly beside your even tired heart. She wishes she could ask why your eyes are always so puffy and sometimes bloodshot when you bow to her as a greeting whenever you exit. And, she would always wonder the reason behind why you would pick up the same flowers every time. Again, with the number of times you visit, she wonders if you’re giving them away or if you just like to fill your room, and perhaps at this point house, just like her.

She never asks because of the way you held the stem of her flowers between your hands. It’s an interesting way to handle her art: you rest the bottom of the stem on your palm with your fingers curving up to make a little bowl while the fingers of your other hand are curled towards the centre of your palm, the little circle however always big enough that when you step over to the counter, the green stalk bounces around the circumference of the circle as you take your step towards her.

Just like every other day, you tapped your card on the machine and left after mouthing a ‘thank you’ when the affirmatory tick was displayed on the screen, a pair of curious eyes behind your slumped shoulders.

Your feet take you to the place that you go to every day, the navigation of getting there already deeply ingrained in you to even try and suppress. With each step, comes the setting of the city that you used to walk with your beloved boyfriend. So many memories are spent in every turn of the city, with every store being visited once whether it be a cafe or a baby clothing store. There was usually no purpose to your visits but the hand that held yours tightly made you remember that sometimes roaming around with no purpose brings the best moments in life. 

The scent of the ramen shop across the street makes you hold your breath for a second, not wanting to trigger the accompanying cilantro scent that your nose remembers. The whirring of the coffee machine that you just passed only makes the inside of your mouth dry, remembering the unhealthy shots of caffeine that your boyfriend would drink without a thought in mind. The uneven paths of the ground play with your balance but this time, Na Jaemin isn’t here to hold on to you or even playfully joke around with you to say that he will ‘never let you fall the same way you already fell for him now’.

God, you just want to experience them again.

The way your friends found their significant others while you mull over the fact that Jaemin has left and will never come back. Not in this life, at least. So many times you would pray that you’ll find someone else but even when another person has shown interest in you and you accepted their offer to take you out on a date, you find yourself only thinking of Jaemin endlessly. 

At first, you thought he cursed you. Just like how he would say he would if you ever woke him up from his after-school nap even though it was supposed to be a movie date at the cinemas. 

But now you know that you’re just not ready for the change that took away the only person who loves you and that you love back an infinite times more. You’re not ready to have another person holding you, kissing you and whispering sweet nothings to you no matter your mood. 

You just want Na Jaemin back.

“Hey…” You arrive at your destination, the glossy stone reflecting the sullen look on your face, hair messy both from the win and simply not caring about readjusting it back; that was supposed to be Jaemin’s thing after all. “How are you doing today?”

Your choice of clothing today is questionable: white shorts when you know that you will be sitting down on the ungrassed Earth. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop you because all you wanted after a tiring day of high school and trailing behind your friends who had their arms joined with the love of their life, is to just talk to Jaemin in a more eye-levelled state. 

The conversations are endless and you make sure not to leave the slightest bit of detail from the day. You try your hardest to be positive, knowing well that Jaemin will always like you that way but one of the reasons why you love him is because if you did cry, he would still love and care for you without judgement or doubt. And the realisation that you’ll never see those eyes that you have fallen in love and would get lost in sinks in again.

You sob. Cry. Weep. Bawl. 

You could scream. Yell. Shout.

And it’s killing you inside all the same.

“I’m so tired of being so lonely when there’s so many people around me, Nana.” Your chin rests on your folded knees to your chest, arms around your legs but hands still holding the flower the same as before. “I’m so tired of being jealous of my friends that they’re still making happy memories with their other person.” The tears stream down your face even more, gulping down your sorrows and pain.

You relish how the coldness of the wind numbed your cheek; at least you’re feeling something.

“I do believe that the time when everything will be better will come and I do believe that the more I understand my feelings, it will get better eventually,” you sniff and gasp out of air, “but I still wish that I didn’t have to rely on time. I wish that I didn’t have to delve in deep and go through all of this.”

His name engraved on the stone only made it harder for you to see anything, your tears blurring your surroundings and the wind only making you cry harder. You take in a shaky breath and though it was not satisfactory, you’re still thankful that it gave you a little more energy to get lost in the feeling of grief.

“I love you.” You repeat a few more times. “And I hope that someday, whenever I hear your name, only the good memories and things you taught me will replay in my head.”

Your fingers reach over to the curves and lines of his name and you smile remembering how his mother included you in the font and general typography, knowing how much the relationship that you both shared has always been a healthy one for both ends. You continue to run over the engraving more, moving your hand back and forth. You continue to blurt out your last few moments of the day along with your plans for the next twenty-four hours before you would rant to him again.

But like you said, time will eventually come and make it all better and currently, the heaviness in your chest is more bearable now. You jump up to your more stable feet, eyes on the flowers that cover the front side of the base. Slowly, you laid the new one between the ones from before. You stare at how it finds its place so easily despite being only introduced a few seconds ago, and you nod at how it may not be you anytime soon.

As you spare a final glance at the fresh flower on top of the one that you just gifted him yesterday, you note the peace that it’s finally been given, still and no longer twirling and swirling in the circle that you have made for it.

When you walk away, the flower looks at how you drag your feet across the soil, and the yesterday flower whispers, “They're still the same as yesterday.” A message that has continued and passed on from the very first one that you laid in hopes of Jaemin knowing that he’s never forgotten.

“I see.” A petal of yesterday falls. “I’ll take care of them now.”

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 'especially to you...'

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[01:34] | nct na jaemin

Your ceiling fell.

pairing » nct na jaemin x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)​

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, non-idol au!

genre » boyfriend na jaemin who picks you up even though he's tired, summer is annoying to the reader (sorry, i'm really hating summer rn), fluffy fluff with a tinge of angst, clothes stealer reader!, but you never end up using it because you got too tired and fell asleep, i love na jaemin (can you tell?), reader is the little spoon, jaemin is so caring and cute (i'm in love with him), jaemin brushing his hand through your hair

word count, estimated reading time » 2496, ~9 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » jaemin is taller, outside clothes on the bed (i don't do this but it's cute here 😭 forgive me), oh...it's not proofread 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

recently went back to my wips and found bits and pieces that could work together and meshed them together as best as i can 🤣 just whipped up this little thing whilst i was at it hehe

also, not going to be specific but will you believe if i said that this is based on a (my) true story? 🤠 it's been...messy 🤠 to say the least.

thank you for proofreading (when you're supposed to be focusing on school) @cupidjyu !! 💕

Your ceiling fell.

Well...

To be exact, there isn't a hole that lets the spiders and birds able to look down and see the base of your kitchen sink but when the inside surface of the roof fell, so did the insulator that kept the house warm during the frosty winter, and cool in the scorching summer. Because of the unstable roof condition, your whole family was wary of putting the air conditioning system on. The vibration from the machine and the sound waves themselves may be the little push it needs to send other parts of the roof crumbling.

You hate the hot weather so much.

In this period of the summer, when opening the windows was barely an option as it also let the heat through, it has been hard even to do anything remotely productive. With every move of your body, it generates heat and energy, which when mixed with the thirty-five-degree heat, all you want to do is lay on your bed and let the sweat evaporate off your skin with the help of your tower fan. That's how the mornings would go. Sometimes when you're not too tired from the previous day's work, you would go and take shelter in the library, turning confused heads when you would be wearing a jacket as overtime, it became too cold. 

The worst thing is that there has been no word from the insurance company or the people who could help to fix the hole in your ceiling. Unfortunately, it did fall during the peak holiday season but at this point, when it’s no longer the festive season, no one in your family understands what’s going on with the back-and-forth messy conversations to fix the issue. 

The past three months have been full of frustrating calls to your boyfriend but Jaemin has been picking up your phone call at the second time his ringtone rings, greeting you with that emphasising smile of his as he sees the layer of moisture on your face. At first, you tried to give him the best smile you could, but you eventually broke down after the first month, completely done with changing your clothes every day in every hour. Jaemin, though busy with his own responsibilities, never fails to take you out whenever he can, accompanying you in your aimless night time walks or accompanying you to the library where he would start reading a random book while you snooze on his shoulder. 

Today is one of the nights where you can’t handle sleeping in the house, too hot and uncomfortable for your eyes to even think about closing. You guiltily text Jaemin, asking if he’s able to have you over and within a few minutes, the black-haired arrives at your house, air conditioner blasting in his car and a genuine smile greeting you as soon as you step in. He waits outside his car with his oversized shirt and short pants; his usual summer attire. He kisses your frown away as soon as you rush into his arms, dropping your bag of clothes to the floor. His affectionate gaze for you grows, cupping your cheeks in his hands to hush you from the apologies that you would say for going out so late at night even though you insisted that the five-minute walk was fine to do.

“No,” Jaemin juts his lower lip to you adorably. “Not letting you do that!” He presses another quick peck on your lips that makes your cheeks heat up and makes you a stuttering mess. “I’m hungry! Let’s go grab some food first!”

You let out a knowing chuckle, shaking your head at him fondly as you know that just means another movie night that will go on until five am. To Jaemin, this is the best kind of date: the one that is unplanned but is planned at the same time. With the way that you’re literally having the worst summer ever as well, all he wants to do is to make sure that at least when you look back on this summer, you will remember his air conditioner blasting in his room. Bonus, the later you sleep, the more time you’ll have in a cooled, comfortable and private environment. 

But you know deep down, that you will always remember his warm, kind heart first out of all. 

With hands full of takeout from the nearest fast food to his house, Jaemin talks you through his list of movies that he wants to check out before you both fall asleep. He was so excited that he nearly missed the step up to his room, almost waking up the whole house with how his body would tumble down the staircase otherwise. But oh how much he would if it meant that you wouldn’t be crying on the humid, summer night.

"It's perfect, Jaem." 

You comment when Jaemin asks you about the temperature of his room and he gives you a relieved look, smiling in satisfaction to know your thoughts. Jaemin starts to unload the snacks in his arm on his study table, prompting you to do the same. He turns his sleeping laptop on, waiting for his device to start up.

In the meantime, his attention falls on you once more. "You must've been overwhelmed." His arm spreads open, silently asking if you would accept his gesture.

All you gave was a quiet hum and it momentarily worries him before you step to bury your head into his broad chest. You sigh into his perfect body temperature that balances the coolness trapped in the four walls. The corners of Jaemin’s lips rise as he starts shifting his body side to side, giving the hug a little more dynamic and comfort as he starts to sing your favourite tune to your ears. His fingers rake across your hair, not minding the whines and complaints you gave about how your hair is disgusting and oily, even pressing a kiss to your scalp to ease your worries. 

Your arms start to find home around his waist and your palm grips the fabric of the shirt even more, feeling eternally thankful for having a loving person in your life. A mutter, “Thank you for all this.” Your voice trails off, eyelids heavy and honestly, quiet snores could leave your lips at any moment now. 

“Always, bubs,” he muses back. “Maybe we can skip the movie night today?” 

The suggestion pulls your lips into a sour smile but you can’t hide the drowsiness in your system after getting small hours of sleep for the past week. “We have food.” But truly, it’s nothing that food can’t fix.

A raised eyebrow meets you when you slightly pull back to see the reaction on Jaemin’s face. “Food and horror movies.”

The shared favourite genre makes you break out into a genuine smile, excited for the movie marathon cuddled up in his bedsheets and the smell of food as you both expose yourself to the light from the computer until the sun replaces the moon. Jaemin watches you excitedly walk back to the door of his room where your bag slumps over on the wall next to the frame. 

“You don’t want to wear mine?” The suggestion is said with a smirk from him and your hands stopping to unzip your bag halfway. “Guess not!”

“No! I do!” You drag the last syllable out and when you turn to face him once more, Jaemin only lets out a teasing smile. “Let me steal!”

Indeed, Jaemin already has everything prepared for you, tilting his chin to his bed where some of his and your favourite hoodies are spread across the duvet. You spot the emerald green one, immediately jumping from your kneeling position on the floor and making the neat pile topple over at your eagerness. 

Jaemin feigns fake offence and an exaggerated gasp, “All my hard work!” He weeps to which you just roll your eyes as a response, continuing to take out your shower and night necessities to prepare for the night. 

“Alright.” A heavy sigh follows after, “I’m going to sho—”

But before you could take another step towards the bathroom, a pair of arms pulls you backwards, your back colliding with a chest that you know all too well. You can’t see the expression on his face but another thing that you know about Jaemin is when he leans down to press his cheek on yours, humming once more into your embrace, his cheeks are painted with hues of red and pink—his love for you overflowing from the simple back hug gesture.

“What you doing, Nana?” It deepens his blush, melting with how the nickname naturally sounds lovelier coming from you.

“Just go brush your teeth and shower in the morning.” He mumbles against your cheek. “I want to go on this movie marathon with you right now.”

“But you hate it the most when someone lays on your bed without washing up.” 

That’s also true. He does hate that a lot. 

The idea of outside germs reaching the place where he would be closing his eyes and be in another space for hours never fails to bring a scowl to his face and he always makes sure everyone who visits his space is aware of that fact.

But it’s you—and Jaemin loves you more to overlook that fact for a day.

“I’m planning on changing the sheets anyway.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, “Plus, I literally get grease and pieces of chocolate on there anyways so I think I may need to change my mindset about that rule now…”

The mention of the substances makes you gasp, a similar one to the one he directed at you before. “Na Jaemin!” The playful slap on his arm only makes his hold against your body tighter, sending you both into a fit of laughter.

Amid the chaos you created, Jaemin makes his point clear with the previous topic, throwing himself still clad in his dirty clothes onto his bed and taking you down with him. You yelp at the sudden fall, throwing everything out of your hands to muffle the sound of your mouth, aware of the sleeping couple not too far away from this room. 

“Oops! Gotta change it tomorrow, I guess!”

“Na Jaemin, stop! I’m still going to shower anyway!”

So begins the shoving and wiggling for you to escape his strong grip on his bulky arms. You know shortly after running out of breath that it’s a better choice to rest your head on his pectoral, giving up on both the shower and possibly the movie night. The laughter dies down, but never the love that Jaemin shows for you. On the back of your head, you can feel his thumping heartbeat, the rhythm making your eyelids fall naturally.

Jaemin carefully slides you over to the mattress on his side, turning his body to face the girl he loves the most in this world. His eyelashes flutter quietly, quieter than the humming of the white rectangular machine stuck high onto his wall. He doesn’t bother waking you up, content with the tiny snores you let out through the small gap between your lips.

“And to think you were scolding me minutes ago.” Bopping your ice-cold nose with the pad of his pointer finger. “Okay, at this point you’re going to freeze.”

Though exhausted and body screaming to just fall asleep then and there, Jaemin pulls himself back to the edge of the bed, standing and stretching his four limbs. He quickly retreated to the connecting bathroom, picking up your discarded items that he made you toss to avoid his parents from waking up and scolding the young couple in love—though he knows they will just scold him given how much his parents adore everything about you.

Scared that you would soon wake up in the very uncomfortable posture that you have right now, more than half your feet dangling off the bed, Jaemin swiftly completes his night routine, skipping the one that would make his dentist question his habits but he pushed the thought aside for now. As quiet as he could, he makes his way over to your still peaceful figure. His knees sink into the bed, eyes observing you while he holds his breath to avoid any more unnecessary movements than the ones he’s making right now.

An arm lifts your upper body, and Jaemin quickly jumps behind you. You did stir a bit in your sleep when Jaemin undoes the noisy metal zipper of your jacket but nonetheless, he succeeded without bringing you back into full consciousness. In his head, he imagines himself doing a little celebratory dance under the shining disco ball, all the fluorescent light on him on the dance floor. Then, the same arm is placed on your upper back once more but now paired with his other arm tucked under the back of your knees. You quickly adjusted to the position, Jaemin raising your body high enough for you to relish in the remnants of his cologne on the crook of his neck. 

“I love you, Nana.” You confess to him earnestly. “I love you so much…”

Jaemin stands on one side of the bed, scanning the curves of your face intently as if he has never noticed the small mole on the slope of your nose. He couldn’t fight off the want to steal another kiss from you, bending his neck down to slot his soft ones to hug your plump ones. A satisfied hum is brought out after, Jaemin mirroring your content heart with another lingering press on your forehead.

Soon enough, your body is finally between his bouncy mattress and his weighted polyester. Immediately, your hands roam over to the other side of the bed where Jaemin would usually be, groaning when all you felt was the crinkles of the cotton that is not his shirt.

“Okay, okay. I’m here.” He assures the dissatisfaction painted on your face first by flicking the light switch off and then by wrapping your smaller frame into his own. 

The muscles of your whole body relax for the first time in a while at the thought of going to dreamland—maybe it’s the Jaemin effect. A hand makes its way to the curve of your head, fingertips half-buried into your strands. A slight gush of wind can be felt on your nose but you don’t mind the proximity, even continuing to scoot even closer, pleased with the hand on your lower back that pushes you in closer. 

“Sleep tight.” His eyes landed on the brown bag across the room and his muted laptop that plays your favourite comfort movie. He lets the movie play, strategically moving his forearm to block the blue light emitted. When he confirms that his shadow falls upon your lids, he places the lightest kiss as a final ‘goodnight’. “I love you.”

So maybe, you don’t hate the hot weather as much as you thought.

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[01:34] | nct na jaemin

Your ceiling fell.

pairing » nct na jaemin x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)​

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, non-idol au!

genre » boyfriend na jaemin who picks you up even though he's tired, summer is annoying to the reader (sorry, i'm really hating summer rn), fluffy fluff with a tinge of angst, clothes stealer reader!, but you never end up using it because you got too tired and fell asleep, i love na jaemin (can you tell?), reader is the little spoon, jaemin is so caring and cute (i'm in love with him), jaemin brushing his hand through your hair

word count, estimated reading time » 2496, ~9 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » jaemin is taller, outside clothes on the bed (i don't do this but it's cute here 😭 forgive me), oh...it's not proofread 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

recently went back to my wips and found bits and pieces that could work together and meshed them together as best as i can 🤣 just whipped up this little thing whilst i was at it hehe

also, not going to be specific but will you believe if i said that this is based on a (my) true story? 🤠 it's been...messy 🤠 to say the least.

thank you for proofreading (when you're supposed to be focusing on school) @cupidjyu !! 💕

Your ceiling fell.

Well...

To be exact, there isn't a hole that lets the spiders and birds able to look down and see the base of your kitchen sink but when the inside surface of the roof fell, so did the insulator that kept the house warm during the frosty winter, and cool in the scorching summer. Because of the unstable roof condition, your whole family was wary of putting the air conditioning system on. The vibration from the machine and the sound waves themselves may be the little push it needs to send other parts of the roof crumbling.

You hate the hot weather so much.

In this period of the summer, when opening the windows was barely an option as it also let the heat through, it has been hard even to do anything remotely productive. With every move of your body, it generates heat and energy, which when mixed with the thirty-five-degree heat, all you want to do is lay on your bed and let the sweat evaporate off your skin with the help of your tower fan. That's how the mornings would go. Sometimes when you're not too tired from the previous day's work, you would go and take shelter in the library, turning confused heads when you would be wearing a jacket as overtime, it became too cold. 

The worst thing is that there has been no word from the insurance company or the people who could help to fix the hole in your ceiling. Unfortunately, it did fall during the peak holiday season but at this point, when it’s no longer the festive season, no one in your family understands what’s going on with the back-and-forth messy conversations to fix the issue. 

The past three months have been full of frustrating calls to your boyfriend but Jaemin has been picking up your phone call at the second time his ringtone rings, greeting you with that emphasising smile of his as he sees the layer of moisture on your face. At first, you tried to give him the best smile you could, but you eventually broke down after the first month, completely done with changing your clothes every day in every hour. Jaemin, though busy with his own responsibilities, never fails to take you out whenever he can, accompanying you in your aimless night time walks or accompanying you to the library where he would start reading a random book while you snooze on his shoulder. 

Today is one of the nights where you can’t handle sleeping in the house, too hot and uncomfortable for your eyes to even think about closing. You guiltily text Jaemin, asking if he’s able to have you over and within a few minutes, the black-haired arrives at your house, air conditioner blasting in his car and a genuine smile greeting you as soon as you step in. He waits outside his car with his oversized shirt and short pants; his usual summer attire. He kisses your frown away as soon as you rush into his arms, dropping your bag of clothes to the floor. His affectionate gaze for you grows, cupping your cheeks in his hands to hush you from the apologies that you would say for going out so late at night even though you insisted that the five-minute walk was fine to do.

“No,” Jaemin juts his lower lip to you adorably. “Not letting you do that!” He presses another quick peck on your lips that makes your cheeks heat up and makes you a stuttering mess. “I’m hungry! Let’s go grab some food first!”

You let out a knowing chuckle, shaking your head at him fondly as you know that just means another movie night that will go on until five am. To Jaemin, this is the best kind of date: the one that is unplanned but is planned at the same time. With the way that you’re literally having the worst summer ever as well, all he wants to do is to make sure that at least when you look back on this summer, you will remember his air conditioner blasting in his room. Bonus, the later you sleep, the more time you’ll have in a cooled, comfortable and private environment. 

But you know deep down, that you will always remember his warm, kind heart first out of all. 

With hands full of takeout from the nearest fast food to his house, Jaemin talks you through his list of movies that he wants to check out before you both fall asleep. He was so excited that he nearly missed the step up to his room, almost waking up the whole house with how his body would tumble down the staircase otherwise. But oh how much he would if it meant that you wouldn’t be crying on the humid, summer night.

"It's perfect, Jaem." 

You comment when Jaemin asks you about the temperature of his room and he gives you a relieved look, smiling in satisfaction to know your thoughts. Jaemin starts to unload the snacks in his arm on his study table, prompting you to do the same. He turns his sleeping laptop on, waiting for his device to start up.

In the meantime, his attention falls on you once more. "You must've been overwhelmed." His arm spreads open, silently asking if you would accept his gesture.

All you gave was a quiet hum and it momentarily worries him before you step to bury your head into his broad chest. You sigh into his perfect body temperature that balances the coolness trapped in the four walls. The corners of Jaemin’s lips rise as he starts shifting his body side to side, giving the hug a little more dynamic and comfort as he starts to sing your favourite tune to your ears. His fingers rake across your hair, not minding the whines and complaints you gave about how your hair is disgusting and oily, even pressing a kiss to your scalp to ease your worries. 

Your arms start to find home around his waist and your palm grips the fabric of the shirt even more, feeling eternally thankful for having a loving person in your life. A mutter, “Thank you for all this.” Your voice trails off, eyelids heavy and honestly, quiet snores could leave your lips at any moment now. 

“Always, bubs,” he muses back. “Maybe we can skip the movie night today?” 

The suggestion pulls your lips into a sour smile but you can’t hide the drowsiness in your system after getting small hours of sleep for the past week. “We have food.” But truly, it’s nothing that food can’t fix.

A raised eyebrow meets you when you slightly pull back to see the reaction on Jaemin’s face. “Food and horror movies.”

The shared favourite genre makes you break out into a genuine smile, excited for the movie marathon cuddled up in his bedsheets and the smell of food as you both expose yourself to the light from the computer until the sun replaces the moon. Jaemin watches you excitedly walk back to the door of his room where your bag slumps over on the wall next to the frame. 

“You don’t want to wear mine?” The suggestion is said with a smirk from him and your hands stopping to unzip your bag halfway. “Guess not!”

“No! I do!” You drag the last syllable out and when you turn to face him once more, Jaemin only lets out a teasing smile. “Let me steal!”

Indeed, Jaemin already has everything prepared for you, tilting his chin to his bed where some of his and your favourite hoodies are spread across the duvet. You spot the emerald green one, immediately jumping from your kneeling position on the floor and making the neat pile topple over at your eagerness. 

Jaemin feigns fake offence and an exaggerated gasp, “All my hard work!” He weeps to which you just roll your eyes as a response, continuing to take out your shower and night necessities to prepare for the night. 

“Alright.” A heavy sigh follows after, “I’m going to sho—”

But before you could take another step towards the bathroom, a pair of arms pulls you backwards, your back colliding with a chest that you know all too well. You can’t see the expression on his face but another thing that you know about Jaemin is when he leans down to press his cheek on yours, humming once more into your embrace, his cheeks are painted with hues of red and pink—his love for you overflowing from the simple back hug gesture.

“What you doing, Nana?” It deepens his blush, melting with how the nickname naturally sounds lovelier coming from you.

“Just go brush your teeth and shower in the morning.” He mumbles against your cheek. “I want to go on this movie marathon with you right now.”

“But you hate it the most when someone lays on your bed without washing up.” 

That’s also true. He does hate that a lot. 

The idea of outside germs reaching the place where he would be closing his eyes and be in another space for hours never fails to bring a scowl to his face and he always makes sure everyone who visits his space is aware of that fact.

But it’s you—and Jaemin loves you more to overlook that fact for a day.

“I’m planning on changing the sheets anyway.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, “Plus, I literally get grease and pieces of chocolate on there anyways so I think I may need to change my mindset about that rule now…”

The mention of the substances makes you gasp, a similar one to the one he directed at you before. “Na Jaemin!” The playful slap on his arm only makes his hold against your body tighter, sending you both into a fit of laughter.

Amid the chaos you created, Jaemin makes his point clear with the previous topic, throwing himself still clad in his dirty clothes onto his bed and taking you down with him. You yelp at the sudden fall, throwing everything out of your hands to muffle the sound of your mouth, aware of the sleeping couple not too far away from this room. 

“Oops! Gotta change it tomorrow, I guess!”

“Na Jaemin, stop! I’m still going to shower anyway!”

So begins the shoving and wiggling for you to escape his strong grip on his bulky arms. You know shortly after running out of breath that it’s a better choice to rest your head on his pectoral, giving up on both the shower and possibly the movie night. The laughter dies down, but never the love that Jaemin shows for you. On the back of your head, you can feel his thumping heartbeat, the rhythm making your eyelids fall naturally.

Jaemin carefully slides you over to the mattress on his side, turning his body to face the girl he loves the most in this world. His eyelashes flutter quietly, quieter than the humming of the white rectangular machine stuck high onto his wall. He doesn’t bother waking you up, content with the tiny snores you let out through the small gap between your lips.

“And to think you were scolding me minutes ago.” Bopping your ice-cold nose with the pad of his pointer finger. “Okay, at this point you’re going to freeze.”

Though exhausted and body screaming to just fall asleep then and there, Jaemin pulls himself back to the edge of the bed, standing and stretching his four limbs. He quickly retreated to the connecting bathroom, picking up your discarded items that he made you toss to avoid his parents from waking up and scolding the young couple in love—though he knows they will just scold him given how much his parents adore everything about you.

Scared that you would soon wake up in the very uncomfortable posture that you have right now, more than half your feet dangling off the bed, Jaemin swiftly completes his night routine, skipping the one that would make his dentist question his habits but he pushed the thought aside for now. As quiet as he could, he makes his way over to your still peaceful figure. His knees sink into the bed, eyes observing you while he holds his breath to avoid any more unnecessary movements than the ones he’s making right now.

An arm lifts your upper body, and Jaemin quickly jumps behind you. You did stir a bit in your sleep when Jaemin undoes the noisy metal zipper of your jacket but nonetheless, he succeeded without bringing you back into full consciousness. In his head, he imagines himself doing a little celebratory dance under the shining disco ball, all the fluorescent light on him on the dance floor. Then, the same arm is placed on your upper back once more but now paired with his other arm tucked under the back of your knees. You quickly adjusted to the position, Jaemin raising your body high enough for you to relish in the remnants of his cologne on the crook of his neck. 

“I love you, Nana.” You confess to him earnestly. “I love you so much…”

Jaemin stands on one side of the bed, scanning the curves of your face intently as if he has never noticed the small mole on the slope of your nose. He couldn’t fight off the want to steal another kiss from you, bending his neck down to slot his soft ones to hug your plump ones. A satisfied hum is brought out after, Jaemin mirroring your content heart with another lingering press on your forehead.

Soon enough, your body is finally between his bouncy mattress and his weighted polyester. Immediately, your hands roam over to the other side of the bed where Jaemin would usually be, groaning when all you felt was the crinkles of the cotton that is not his shirt.

“Okay, okay. I’m here.” He assures the dissatisfaction painted on your face first by flicking the light switch off and then by wrapping your smaller frame into his own. 

The muscles of your whole body relax for the first time in a while at the thought of going to dreamland—maybe it’s the Jaemin effect. A hand makes its way to the curve of your head, fingertips half-buried into your strands. A slight gush of wind can be felt on your nose but you don’t mind the proximity, even continuing to scoot even closer, pleased with the hand on your lower back that pushes you in closer. 

“Sleep tight.” His eyes landed on the brown bag across the room and his muted laptop that plays your favourite comfort movie. He lets the movie play, strategically moving his forearm to block the blue light emitted. When he confirms that his shadow falls upon your lids, he places the lightest kiss as a final ‘goodnight’. “I love you.”

So maybe, you don’t hate the hot weather as much as you thought.

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proposing to you | nct dream

“Marry me,” he started, “Carry a part of me wherever you go too.”

pairing » nct dream (individual members) x fem!reader​

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, non-idol au!, marriage au! (well it leads to it)

genre » it's all just fluff and vibes here hehe, dreamies who are all very much in love with you, mark's one makes me chuckle, renjun's one makes me wanna squish his cheeks (i miss him 😭), jeno's one makes me melt, haechan's one is chaotically (?) romantic (in my opinion), jaemin's one makes me want to have pets again so bad, chenle's one makes me want to splurge and treat myself, jisung's one is too adorable for me

word count; estimated reading time » 4303 (total); ~16 mins (total)

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » nicknames; members to reader (love, bubs), lots of kissing, ...not proofread---

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

my very first time doing something like this. this scenario has been in my head for some time and i finally had the time to sit and write it all 🥰 (and also because sem 1 results come out later today and this is my way of forgetting about it uhm 🤠)

this is my personal take on how each member from dream would propose to you!! i tried to make them all with similar word count but i can't help but to get carried away with some 🥹

Mark sits on the stool, one foot on the ground while the other is on the footrest, making sure that his guitar is tuned properly and that the new strings that he bought yesterday are set up properly. To ease his tension he strums random chords and raps random words on top, making the other Dreamies lovingly judge (and tease) him. Jeno would be tasked with calming him down, while Haechan does the exact opposite of what Jeno is doing, purposely annoying him to get his mind off his nervousness. Either way, it worked well to get the lovesick boy from the reason why they’re all gathered today. 

“You both are too loud!” Renjun says when Chenle adds random notes to Mark’s singing, belting high notes that are out of his range whilst also purposely hitting them off-tune.

“She’s probably going to walk in and think we’re crazy,” Jisung whispers to the boy who scolded Haechan not long after, who decided to join in on the chaos.

“Well, the point is that she doesn’t see the chaos right now…” Jeno lets out a nervous grin, turning his head to the still-closed door, “Maybe one of us should stand outside and text someone in the room or something.”

“No,” Jaemin crosses his arms, “This is funny,” taking out his phone to start recording, making the other three facepalm at how he’s indirectly contributing to the chaos. 

In the end, the noise and chaos were too loud for anyone in the room to realise the door opening. When he noticed you from the other side of the room, hand over your mouth, cheeks rising at the scene, his voice cracked and his cheeks blushed instantly. Mark’s voice cracked and his coughing caused the other boys to be immediately disciplined, rushing to their scheduled spots in their room as Mark mutters an “Oh crap…” thinking that everything has all been ruined.

You tried to keep your laughs at bay at your pouting boyfriend, but the image of him being silly only made it harder for you to wipe the smile off your face. But soon after, you realise the decoration around the room and the heart-shaped balloons and the unique balloons shaped like rings. Understanding how this is a different occasion to a date that you expected him to set up, you blurted a quick “No, I didn't see anything!” and rushed out the door, heart beating fast at the possible connotations behind the set-up.

It will forever become a memory that you two will always bring up whenever and wherever. A slight mention of it would instantly bring out a shy Mark who hides his red face in the crook of your neck, forever in love with you.

“Ah! That proposal was supposed to be perfect.”

Your mind replays the scene back again. After running out of the room, you waited around five more minutes, trying to calm the beating against your chest. When you did enter back, your eyes were only focused on Mark who started performing the little piece that he has prepared for you. Your body sways to the rhythm and the sweet melody of his voice and Mark who kept his eyes on yours for the majority of the performance only made the moment even more special. You remember the way you hopped on stage, only wanting to be held in his arms and unable to let go. Eventually, you did and Mark got down on one knee with the ring that he had prepared for this moment. Reminiscing the time always made you chuckle and Mark pouted and groaned, knowing that you were lost in that time once more. 

A kiss lands on his lips, wiping the pout effectively from his lips, “It’s perfect because it was you, Markie.”

Renjun is pacing around the room, making sure the decorations are placed at their designated spots properly. He would circle the room countless times, making sure the flowers were fresh and presented in the way that he liked whilst his hands busied themselves with playing with the case of your ring; that he hopes will be on your fourth finger soon.

Mark massages his shoulder, relieving his body tension. Jaemin has his camera ready to take pictures whenever he can, making sure not to interfere with the small bubble that Renjun would create with you. Jisung, being more responsible than the older members most of the time stands still with a proud look on his face while Chenle gives him a thumbs up along with Jeno as well. Haechan is just as encouraging; Renjun’s threat to make sure he didn’t cause trouble playing in his head.

“I think everything is set up,” Jaemin says as he takes more photos of the venue to add for the memory book.

“You’re playing a very important role here,” Haechan comments, a hand resting on his hand, “Don’t mess it up.”

Jaemin replies with a slightly menacing smile, “Don’t mess with me, Lee Haechan.”

“To be honest, everything will go well as long as Renjun doesn’t go blank as soon as she walks in,” Chenle teases the older boy at how in love and speechless Renjun would be around you.

“True,” Mark gives him an encouraging thumbs up, “But you’ll be fine. She’ll be here any minute now actually.”

You received instructions through text from Jeno about meeting at a place, a dress code and a time “when you should open the door (don’t open it before!)”. The text is odd and when asking Renjun about it, the tips of his ears growing red from each passing second tell you that he does know what’s going on but it's cleer he wouldn't tell. You couldn’t ask any more questions after he pulled your face into his for a quick kiss, hushing you from any more questions. 

When you walked in, outfit in line with the theme of the room and matching with his, Renjun’s heart melted once more, falling in love with you all over again. You slowly walk towards your boyfriend, eyes flickering around the area and taking in the decorations as well as giving the boys a smile and greeting back. When Renjun is infront of you, he playfully bows, momentarily stumbling and losing his balance. You cup his cheeks when he lifts his head, kissing his lips, not bothering about the camera capturing it all. 

“W-Woah,” Renjun stumbles with his words, “That was nice.” 

“This whole place is nice, Junnie,” your boyfriend is relieved by your words, “You look beyond nice, by the way.”

Few minutes later, Renjun takes his position on the floor and Jaemin captures it the memories with his camera: the way it dawned on you that he's proposing, to when you finally sealed Renjun’s love and to the way Renjun takes your lips after. 

Jaemin smiles behind the camera, capturing all the moments to make a physical memory of it all.

Including getting extremely closer than he said he wouldn’t take a better picture of the band around your finger.

“So this is why you made me dress up?” Taking in the fragrance of the flowers that Jisung gave as a token of congratulations from the rest of the boys.

Renjun nods, “You look beautiful, by the way.”

Jeno and his little smile that would reach his eyes. That was one of the first reasons why you fell for Jeno but to him, it’s his default expression whenever he sees, thinks of hears anything related to you. At the start of your relationship, he’s shy about receiving and giving you affection but you didn’t mind initiating the skinship, hugging and pecking his cheeks that would gradually lean towards his lips. He loves the skinship from you even in front of the rest of the boys who would tease him about it.

“She loves you,” Jaemin wiggles his eyebrows at the goodbye kiss you gave him.

“I love her more,” he replies, his eyes filled with heart shapes.

As the relationship developed and you got a little place with him, Jeno would slowly be the one who initiated the skinship, hugging your waist to sleep and keeping you close to him whenever he could. Even outside, he would be the one to link your hands together first and show his love through the bouquet of flowers from the start of any date.

“These bouquets just keep growing bigger and bigger each time in my opinion,” twirling the gift around in your hand while the other is in Jeno’s.

Your boyfriend kissed your head, “It didn’t really change from the first one, bubs.” Content with the little giggle you gave as he watched the elevator take you both to the floor where he booked the last dinner where you would be his girlfriend and the last anniversary as boyfriend and girlfriend; the start of a new title to the both of you.

His hand is stashed in his pocket where the ring is and he couldn’t help but gulp nervousnessly. The dinner went smoothly with the courses that Jeno pre-ordered and throughout the whole date, he loves the way you fill the atmosphere with the times that you didn’t spend together for the day, him updating you on his day too. He would never be tired of hearing your voice and the eye smile on him is a clear indication of that.

“I’m going to go to the restroom,” Jeno says as he kisses the back of your hand. He approaches one of the workers there, asking for the largest bouquet that he has ever given you in their back room where he dropped it off hours before the dinner. 

You’re preoccupied with taking pictures of the view from the windows that span from the floor to the ceiling but your boyfriend’s reaction comes into view and your phone screen rests on the table once again, ready to greet him. What you didn’t expect is when Jeno kneeled to one knee, arms outstretching the flowers he had with the opened box nestling between its petals.

“Jeno?” You asked him, tears beginning to fill up your eyes.

“I thought it would be nice to ask here, at this place. We always spent our anniversaries here and even today,” happy with how the corner of your lips rises with the event, “Will you marry me?”

It took you less than a millisecond to respond with a nod and a loud “Yes”. When Jeno stood from his position, your arms were immediately wrapped around his, hiding your lower face behind his shoulder.

“I thought you were shy.” 

“I am,” heat rising to his cheeks, “But I wanted to make this special for my very special girl.”

The Dreamies have never seen Haechan so nervous before. It bought them back to the times when he was crushing on you, blushing and being giddy all the time at the thought of you. They remember how Haechan was asking Jaemin for advice for the outfit on your first date that you prepared, and he rocked up with something really formal for a casual date, mixing up the place for the restaurant as a similar four-star restaurant. It would be something that not only you would tease him about, but when news spread to the Dreamies, they used it as the main thing to tease him about whenever he was being mischievous. It did die down quickly as after learning that the memory is very fond to you, the teasing wouldn’t work against him anymore.

The necklace that Haechan gifted you that day would be a reminder of the happiness that he has been giving you from the start of the journey and just like the sun pendant that reminds you of him, you love how just a glance of it knocks out all your worries that life may have weighed you down with. 

It all seemed to be a recent memory, but that was quite a long time ago for everyone who knew what happened. Now, Haechan is waiting for you to come back home after a night out with your friends and earlier in the day, the boy who was pacing around the room about what to wear to his first date with now is now pacing around the jewellery store on the perfect ring on your hand. 

He talked with the boys about his proposal plan to which the others have chipped in and helped him with. In the end, some of their advice is taken on board, but most of them made him grip his hair and made him say, “I’m just going to wing it.”

To which Mark replied with, “Sure, dude. If it doesn’t go ‘well’, it’s another thing to tease you about.” 

In all seriousness though, he wants the proposal to be perfect; just like how you are to him. He plops down on the bed, raising the box to the ceiling as he looks at the diamond he worked hard for. At the sound of the front door creaking and your voice greeting him from the other side of the house, he pockets the jewellery in his sweatpants, jumping from the cotton to greet you.

Your arms were outstretched and Haechan brings you to his embrace immediately, “How was your day?”

“So good,” your voice muffled with the hug, “We bought friendship rings,” pushing him away slightly to show him, “We thought about this so much but we thought it’s so pretty that we couldn’t not get it.”

You realised that as much as Haechan smiled at the decoration around your finger, it didn’t go unnoticed that he was playing with the hem of your jacket. An eyebrow perks up from that and you give him a kiss on his cheek, asking him what was wrong.

He took a deep breath, took the box from his pockets, got down to one knee and opened the jewellery to you for the first time, “Marry me,” he started, “Carry a part of me wherever you go too.”

Growing up, you were never able to have pets. Your dad is allergic to cats, one of the pets that you’ve always wanted, and your mum isn’t sure of how well the family would take care of another life due to how busy life is. You totally agree with her because pets should be well taken care of as much as any other kind of life form.

When you and Jaemin were financially ready to get a place for yourselves, one of his first promises was to get a pet that you wanted. Through motivation and a lot of saving, making sure that you were both ready to take care of another life and doing all the research on how to take care of cats, you and Jaemin finally adopted a pet to take care of. Jaemin is also thankful for the added company in the house as your work schedule wouldn’t match with his and that would mean that one of you would be alone in the house. Having another pet would make the house more lively and less lonely. With gradual time and more financial stability, you were able to adopt two more that you both love equally. 

“We should get another one,” you comment as Jaemin turns off the bedroom lights.

Your boyfriend hums at your thoughts, knowing exactly what you mean. He slips into the covers, hooking an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to his warmth, “You really love taking care of others, don’t you?”

You close your eyes and hum a response, exhaling at the comfort of him next to you. “You know how I am.”

“I do, bubs. I do,” and he really does. With how your eyes light up whenever you take care of the people around you, always loving how you’re able to help out others whether it be him, your family, his family or the three cats that are sleeping soundly in the living room, it comes naturally that he’s thought of settling down with you permanently for the rest of his life; and having a little mini you or mini him later down the track. Similar talks have happened in the relationship and he thought that it would be perfect to make it happen soon.

No more words were said that night but Jaemin kissed a final kiss onto your soft lips and made a mental note to prepare for another life chapter with you. A few days later, he was able to speed through his work, being able to finish early to see the ring that he had been monitoring through the website. As soon as his eyes landed on it, he immediately thought of you and that’s how he made his final decision to buy it.

Thankfully, you had a later end to your work today and that gave Jaemin enough time to prepare a small, quick dinner as well as dressing the three cats into little outfits that would be fitting to wear in a wedding. 

“Come on, Luna,” he says as he struggles to get her paw in, “I don’t have a lot of time and I want to make mummy proud!” With this, the cat seemed to comply instantly and Jaemin squished the cat’s cheeks in thankfulness.

With each cat, he securely attached a note on their ventral side: Love, Marry, Me, and plans to release each cat one by one from the bedroom when you come in. Jaemin just made it in time, quickly scooping up all the cats into his arms, and rushing to hide in the bedroom.

“I’m home!” You routinely shouted, “Nana?” Confused about why the house was so quiet, especially when knowing that Jaemin finished work a long time ago. “Maybe he went out and forgot to tell me?” But that’s quickly proved wrong when pipping hot homemade food were neatly set out on the table. “Luna! Lucy! Luke!” Calling out to your three cats, wondering how none of them rushed to the door like they usually would.

Suddenly, the door to your room opens and you gasp, scared that an intruder is in your house but out comes all your three cats in different, cute attires. “Oh!” Kneeling on the floor to get a better look at them, “Did dadda do this? Hm?” Picking up Luna with his little white dress, rubbing your nose on hers. “What’s this?” Reading the ‘Love’ message on her stomach. You set Lucy down, picking up Lucy in a similar outfit, “Marry…” Your eyes widened, looking at a groom-like dressed Luke who sat patiently, licking the back of his exposed paw. Sure enough, the final and last note makes your jaw drop.

Jaemin emerges from your bedroom, smiling at how you look up at him in shock. He kneels on the floor, “I was supposed to let them out one by one but they got excited," he shrugs with a smile. "As much as I would love another pet,” he hinges the velvet box open, “If you would like to, I would also love a mini you or mini-me.” A hand rises to your gaped mouth, eyes staring at the cushioned ring. “But first, will you marry me?”

It seems that Luna, Lucy and Luke were on board with the idea, jumping on your lap and resting their little paws on your arms. Sure enough, you nod and verbally express your actions. The “Yes” is all Jaemin took to carefully place the three nosy cats away from you, sliding the new ring on your hand and pulling you into a kiss.

During ring shopping, Chenle would look around the places he could find and spend a lot of time window shopping on all the rings that were available in your size. He invited Jisung along on the journey and the younger boy was more stressed than him with how he was handling the situation. From the very first store, he already has about five rings that he’s thinking would be perfect for you. Jisung gave his input on each one which Chenle is thankful for, but did minimal in narrowing down the options. He even asked the other members, but it was still the same result. 

In the end, after visiting all the stores that he had listed, Chenle purchased about ten rings from each store. The employees are used to customers who are stuck between multiple choices as a symbol of love for their partner. But they weren’t prepared for Chenle to cross his arms, calmly exhale point to the rings and say, “I’ll just take them all.” 

Jisung tried to save his wallet but after deep thinking and checking the return policy, he decided to buy all the ones that his heart couldn't let go of. He'll figure out what to do with the rest of the diamonds later. Because of his massive purchase, on the day of the proposal, he looked calm and collected but inside, his heart was beating like he just ran a marathon. It was running so fast to the point that you asked him if there was something troubling him when you laid on his chest to sleep last night. Chenle shook his head firmly but from the way his finger trembled a little when he was patting your head, you couldn’t help but to question him once more.

“It’s not a big deal, I promise.”

After some time, your raised eyebrows relaxed, “Okay. Tell me if it weighs too much and whenever you’re ready, okay?”

And he’s so excited to tell you what is on his mind soon. The thought of finally being able to spoil the love of his life for the rest of his life excited him so much that with the boxes looking similar across the stores, he didn't realise that he also grabbed the one that he hadn't decided on the previous night. When you nodded to his proposal, too stunned and speechless from happiness to speak, the different ring to his expectations when he opened the velvet box made him let out the famous Pikachu face. 

“What?” You chuckled and tilted your head in confusion at his reaction, completely unaware of the boxes hidden under the bed. 

“N-Nothing,” well, it looks like he'll explain later but with the happiness written on your face and the kisses you showered him with, maybe he'll just gift the rest of the spares to you.

“Don't be so nervous,” a hit lands on the side of Jisung’s arm from Chenle, “She'll love this.”

In the early stages of dating, you were always sharing your date plans with him, planning most of them. You made sure Jisung didn’t mind them because being in a relationship isn’t only about one person. Jisung loves the way you talk enthusiastically about all the places you want to go with him and all the activities that you want to do with him. Jisung would give you that adorable gummy smile, eyes shaped like crescent moons whenever he did so. Those small event plans became more detailed, expanding into different topics naturally such as proposals, weddings and honeymoon places and Jisung being in love with everything about you, would mentally take notes of what you love for each occasion.

“I promise,” Jisung stops your words for a second, “We will do them all together.”

There was a time he was caught writing it all down on his phone to which Chenle teased him endlessly, the other Dreamies joining along at their youngest being in love. It’s not that he will forget the things that make you happy, he just wants to be able to see it all so that he can plan the perfect proposal. They promised to help him with every step when he was ready. 

Today is that day.

Jaemin tells him that the hinge of the engagement ring’s box would eventually break with how much he’s fiddling with it but it’s the only way he could distract his nervousness.

“Maybe you should recite your speech once more,” Jeno clears his throat, opening the paper in his hand.

“Jeno loves Jisung, guys. Look at him,” Haechan teased his same-aged friend. His bear-like friend would chase him around the room and Jisung would be shouting at the two to be aware of the decorations around the room.

You came in through the chaos, the door opening inwards where Haechan stops abruptly to avoid his face smashing against the wood and Jeno back hugged him as a result of that. You peeked behind the door, confused but smiling at the two. Before you could question what was going on, Renjun kicked Haechan out the door and welcomed you in.

“He’s not prepared for this,” pointing at your boyfriend who hides behind Jaemin. “Stay here while I talk to Haechan for ruining this moment.”

But the moment wasn’t ruined at all because just looking at how your Pinterest board came into life and the boys slowly giving Jisung the spotlight while you walked down towards him, everything is indeed beautiful and perfect.

“Oh wow,” you breathed out, “It's like my Pinterest came to life.”

Hearing that is the biggest compliment to Jisung who spent hours analysing your saved folders of wedding venue inspirations, trying to find a consistent theme. He gifted the teddy bear on his hand to you, pecking your lips and pulling away with a deep red blush across his cheeks. He readies himself to his rehearsed position after, “Will you marry…me?” Endeared by the way you hide your face behind the teddy bear. Yet, your answer is clear without your words.

Just like how he gives you a kiss on the lips with a “Yes” from you and the silver band around your finger that sealed your happily ever after.

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it's so nice to be loved by you | nct na jaemin

And this is one of the moments when Na Jaemin feels like the luckiest person in the world once again.

pairing » nct na jaemin x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)​

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, college au!, non-idol au!

genre » fluffy and comforting love for both you and jaemin, you show jaemin that you love him, boyfriend na jaemin who loves to give you back hugs, a ton of kissing, again my horrible attempt at comedy

word count, estimated reading time » 1064, ~4 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » jaemin implied to be taller, not proofread 😭

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it took me way too long to decide on a banner that i had to post this for later like 🤠 genuinely didn't think this was going to see the light of day before jaemin's bday ended 😭 anyway! so...y'all would think that i'm jaemin biased but i'm not 😗 in saying that! he needs to stop wrecking my bias list aye-

happy birthday to our nana!

Na Jaemin is a hard worker. 

When he sets his mind on something, he will see it through the end even if the whole world turns against him.

Or maybe he continues working hard because he knows you won’t turn against him, no matter the result. Because he believes you will always hear him, let him explain his thoughts even if the whole world doesn’t crumble down on him. These little things made him realise that he’s deeply in love with you, and these same acts reassure him that you feel the same.

For you, the small things like the little hugs he gives whenever he sees you. Despite your complaints of these back hugs that would make you stumble forward and sometimes spill a bit of your beverage on your hand, you would never want him to stop surprising you with this little act of love he gives. You’ve always wanted him to be on the receiving side of this—not the whole spilling drinks part—but the moving emotions that you feel whenever he wraps his arms around you and whispers sweet nothings that would immediately heat your cheeks in a matter of milliseconds. 

It’s currently the perfect opportunity for that. You have failed in your previous attempts because you’re not as stealthy in your steps as you think you were and Jaemin would always say that he has his special radar for you but you’ve always tried your attempts whenever Jaemin isn’t too preoccupied with something else, whether it be writing his final notes on the board or how he’s walking down the hallway at the start of the day. 

Right now, you observe sneakily as Jaemin scored the final goal with his friend group from high school. You were thankful that they all decided to go to the same institution for further study. You felt lonely sometimes with your friends in a different college, but Jaemin is here and everything seems to be breathable once more as you continue your academic journey. Jaemin just finished his soccer game before they all needed to go to their tutorial, sparing a good ten to fifteen minutes to walk through this enormous campus.

Though tired and out of breath, he still saves his last energy to playfully bicker with his friends, resonating laughs in the summer light as the losing team promises that they’ll win next time. You make eye contact with Jeno briefly, who along with everyone else but Jaemin has already decided to prepare for the next part of their day. You hold your index finger to your lips at your boyfriend’s best friend and he responds with an ‘o’ shape to his lips, knowing exactly what you’re planning.

You dashed right away, your steps thankfully masked by the chaotic sounds of his friends. You slump right to Jaemin’s back, arms loosely around his neck and chin resting on his shoulder. The fact that Jaemin responds with a surprised gasp is what made the grin on your face grow. 

“Hello there,” he greets after recognising the bracelet he recently gifted you, chuckling at how pretty it looks on the hands that he loves to hold.

A kiss to the cheek is what you greet him back with and Jaemin turns his head to your side, bopping his nose to yours. “Good game?” 

He just responds with a nod. “Don’t think you should be hugging me though. I’m all sweaty,” to which you just shrug your shoulders, not minding it at all.

And this is one of the moments when Na Jaemin feels like the luckiest person in the world once again. 

It’s such a simple gesture but to him it’s everything. He doesn’t ask for a lot of things, only genuine love and that’s what you show him all the time, again and again. You watch as he flutters his eyelashes down, closing his eyes to feel your embrace in the cooling wind. He leans his forehead into yours and you feel his calming breathing on your lips. You shortly followed his actions, just enjoying being in his presence whilst initiating a swaying motion to your hug. 

“It’s so nice to be loved by you.” 

And when you open your eyes, you’re met with a pair of eyes that show his entire universe: you. The realisation of his words sinks in and you are about to answer if it wasn’t for him titling his head, diving to press a quick peck to your lips. Just when you thought he was done, he would go for another one, relishing your flustered state.

“Nana!” His hands on your forearm to make sure you don’t escape.

Jaemin does eventually stop kissing you though a pout stays on his lips and it’s only when you mirror his expression back that the corner of his lips rises. You both continue in this atmosphere for a bit more before Jaemin continues his thought.

“It’s nice,” he whispers, “to know that I can always go to someone even if I don’t have an exact reason to. To be able to give my all to someone, knowing that they’ll appreciate it.”

And this time, you were the one to envelop his lips. It’s longer than the ones he gave you. Your lips hug his, moving slowly and delicately to which he reciprocates. He thinks it’s beautiful, just like your whole being to him. You pull away and Jaemin looks at you thoughtfully, wondering how he got so lucky.

“Can I tell you a secret?” 

“Doubt that it will be but go ahead.”

“You’re right,” nodding to the fact, “It really isn’t a secret that I love you so much, Na Jaemin.”

“Told you,” teasing but delightful at the confession, “And I hope that it’s not a secret to you too that I love you more.”

“No. I love you more than you love me.” 

“Nope,” dramatically shaking his hair that’s now even messier. “I love you more than you think that I love you more than you think you love me more.”

Like on cue, a flying bird caws after shooting his argument. “Jaemin, I don’t think that makes sense.” 

“It wasn’t supposed to.”

It didn’t matter anyway. The only thing that does is your love for each other.

“Seriously, what do I do with you?”

“Kiss me again.”

How could you deny him when you wanted to just as much? 

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it's so nice to be loved by you | nct na jaemin

And this is one of the moments when Na Jaemin feels like the luckiest person in the world once again.

pairing » nct na jaemin x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)​

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, college au!, non-idol au!

genre » fluffy and comforting love for both you and jaemin, you show jaemin that you love him, boyfriend na jaemin who loves to give you back hugs, a ton of kissing, again my horrible attempt at comedy

word count, estimated reading time » 1064, ~4 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » jaemin implied to be taller, not proofread 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

it took me way too long to decide on a banner that i had to post this for later like 🤠 genuinely didn't think this was going to see the light of day before jaemin's bday ended 😭 anyway! so...y'all would think that i'm jaemin biased but i'm not 😗 in saying that! he needs to stop wrecking my bias list aye-

happy birthday to our nana!

Na Jaemin is a hard worker. 

When he sets his mind on something, he will see it through the end even if the whole world turns against him.

Or maybe he continues working hard because he knows you won’t turn against him, no matter the result. Because he believes you will always hear him, let him explain his thoughts even if the whole world doesn’t crumble down on him. These little things made him realise that he’s deeply in love with you, and these same acts reassure him that you feel the same.

For you, the small things like the little hugs he gives whenever he sees you. Despite your complaints of these back hugs that would make you stumble forward and sometimes spill a bit of your beverage on your hand, you would never want him to stop surprising you with this little act of love he gives. You’ve always wanted him to be on the receiving side of this—not the whole spilling drinks part—but the moving emotions that you feel whenever he wraps his arms around you and whispers sweet nothings that would immediately heat your cheeks in a matter of milliseconds. 

It’s currently the perfect opportunity for that. You have failed in your previous attempts because you’re not as stealthy in your steps as you think you were and Jaemin would always say that he has his special radar for you but you’ve always tried your attempts whenever Jaemin isn’t too preoccupied with something else, whether it be writing his final notes on the board or how he’s walking down the hallway at the start of the day. 

Right now, you observe sneakily as Jaemin scored the final goal with his friend group from high school. You were thankful that they all decided to go to the same institution for further study. You felt lonely sometimes with your friends in a different college, but Jaemin is here and everything seems to be breathable once more as you continue your academic journey. Jaemin just finished his soccer game before they all needed to go to their tutorial, sparing a good ten to fifteen minutes to walk through this enormous campus.

Though tired and out of breath, he still saves his last energy to playfully bicker with his friends, resonating laughs in the summer light as the losing team promises that they’ll win next time. You make eye contact with Jeno briefly, who along with everyone else but Jaemin has already decided to prepare for the next part of their day. You hold your index finger to your lips at your boyfriend’s best friend and he responds with an ‘o’ shape to his lips, knowing exactly what you’re planning.

You dashed right away, your steps thankfully masked by the chaotic sounds of his friends. You slump right to Jaemin’s back, arms loosely around his neck and chin resting on his shoulder. The fact that Jaemin responds with a surprised gasp is what made the grin on your face grow. 

“Hello there,” he greets after recognising the bracelet he recently gifted you, chuckling at how pretty it looks on the hands that he loves to hold.

A kiss to the cheek is what you greet him back with and Jaemin turns his head to your side, bopping his nose to yours. “Good game?” 

He just responds with a nod. “Don’t think you should be hugging me though. I’m all sweaty,” to which you just shrug your shoulders, not minding it at all.

And this is one of the moments when Na Jaemin feels like the luckiest person in the world once again. 

It’s such a simple gesture but to him it’s everything. He doesn’t ask for a lot of things, only genuine love and that’s what you show him all the time, again and again. You watch as he flutters his eyelashes down, closing his eyes to feel your embrace in the cooling wind. He leans his forehead into yours and you feel his calming breathing on your lips. You shortly followed his actions, just enjoying being in his presence whilst initiating a swaying motion to your hug. 

“It’s so nice to be loved by you.” 

And when you open your eyes, you’re met with a pair of eyes that show his entire universe: you. The realisation of his words sinks in and you are about to answer if it wasn’t for him titling his head, diving to press a quick peck to your lips. Just when you thought he was done, he would go for another one, relishing your flustered state.

“Nana!” His hands on your forearm to make sure you don’t escape.

Jaemin does eventually stop kissing you though a pout stays on his lips and it’s only when you mirror his expression back that the corner of his lips rises. You both continue in this atmosphere for a bit more before Jaemin continues his thought.

“It’s nice,” he whispers, “to know that I can always go to someone even if I don’t have an exact reason to. To be able to give my all to someone, knowing that they’ll appreciate it.”

And this time, you were the one to envelop his lips. It’s longer than the ones he gave you. Your lips hug his, moving slowly and delicately to which he reciprocates. He thinks it’s beautiful, just like your whole being to him. You pull away and Jaemin looks at you thoughtfully, wondering how he got so lucky.

“Can I tell you a secret?” 

“Doubt that it will be but go ahead.”

“You’re right,” nodding to the fact, “It really isn’t a secret that I love you so much, Na Jaemin.”

“Told you,” teasing but delightful at the confession, “And I hope that it’s not a secret to you too that I love you more.”

“No. I love you more than you love me.” 

“Nope,” dramatically shaking his hair that’s now even messier. “I love you more than you think that I love you more than you think you love me more.”

Like on cue, a flying bird caws after shooting his argument. “Jaemin, I don’t think that makes sense.” 

“It wasn’t supposed to.”

It didn’t matter anyway. The only thing that does is your love for each other.

“Seriously, what do I do with you?”

“Kiss me again.”

How could you deny him when you wanted to just as much? 

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Touch Me Now (M)

— pairing: na jaemin & fem!reader

— genre/tropes: fluff; smut; angst; friends to lovers; slight college au; established relationship au; hidden feelings; slight toxic relationship; a lot of denial; slow burn

— word count: 13.5k (it feels longer omg)

— summary: being best friends with a guy is great. well, that is until all your other friends say that the two of you are completely and utterly in love with each other, though you both beg to differ. it's not an easy game denying accused feelings... even when your boyfriend is starting to believe what's being said.

— warnings: reader is in a toxic relationship; alcohol consumption; yeonjun isn’t nice im sorry txt fans; 18+ content/sexually explicit content

— taglist: @midday0dreams @wanlore @wearywarrier @mrkis @chichhihaa @f4irycoven @markhyuckselca @jenoxygen @ppeachyttae @jenotation @foreverabrunette @vantxx95 @lilacboba @carelessshootanonymous @softearfquake @wonderlandless @jayjay17 @spicyutas @njmcockring @sugakookie441 @ohgeezitsbreadgenie @neozon3nha @magnificentjudgemoneyhands @kuskumu

— author’s note: holy hell i’ve finally finished it !!! i’m so happy to now have this posted you don’t understand. also i’m very sorry for the long wait you guys have had to endure, i’ve gone through some life chsnges and didn’t have enough time to get this done in the time i wanted to. thank you for being patient and you can now finally read it eeeekkk !!!

NOT ALL BEST FRIENDS WILL BELIEVE YOU WHEN YOU SAY YOU DON'T LIKE YOUR GUY BEST FRIEND, EVEN IF YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND TO PROVE THEM WRONG.

You run a hand down your face in exasperation. You figured that no matter how many times you’ve said the same words over and over again, your friends won’t ever be convinced— you showcase little to no confidence when you speak the so-called ‘truth’.

“Y/N,” Hinjae sighs, her face looking bored and over the conversation. “I really don’t know why you’re staying with that jerk you call a boyfriend, when it’s so obvious that you’re deeply in love with Jaemin. It just doesn’t make any sense!”

“I’m not ‘deeply in love’ with Jaemin.” You counteract, fed up of having the same conversation over and over again when you’ve clearly stated that he’s just a friend and that’s all he’ll ever be to you. Plus, you’re dating someone else; a boy you’ve had a crush on since school, and now that you’re in college, you’re finally able to date the person who had your heart for so many years.

“Please,” Juwon snorts and you snap your head to glare at her. “Don’t give me that look. We all can see that you like him, you might not be in love with him as Hinjae says, but there are some romantic feelings for him that you can’t deny.”

You shake your head. “That’s where you’re wrong, my dear friend. I have no romantic feelings for him. At. All.”

“What does your mum have to say about this?” Hinjae asks, a nail file dragging along her fingertips as she tries to give herself a manicure— but with the way she attacks her nails, no one can even be sure it’s a manicure she’s trying to attempt.

“What do you mean? There’s nothing for her to say.” You cross your legs on your bed, staring at Hinjae’s nails as you do so.

Hinjae quirks a brow up at you as she glances up from her hand, “Come on, she definitely has something to say about your boyfriend. There’s no way in hell she’s kept quiet about everything that goes on with you two… unless you haven’t told her anything!?”

Juwon moves down the bed to sit next to you, nudging your arm with her elbow when you don’t answer. “Y/N, seriously? You haven’t told your mum that you’re dating? How in the hell have you kept it a secret? Has she really not sussed anything out? You must’ve had him in your house, surely?”

You cross your arms, slouching forward to get comfy, but Juwon pokes your back and you sit up straight again, fixing your posture— Juwon tends to have a habit of poking people in their backs to fix their posture, she hates others complaining about back aches when it’s clearly their fault.

“I don’t see why I have to tell her. It’s not like she tells me anything about her life, or the many men she says she’s dating.” You roll your eyes, already bothered by the fact your mother was brought up in the conversation.

Hinjae sighs, “You’ve got to tell her at one point.” She places down the nail file and turns her full attention to you and Juwon sitting on your bed. “Who knows when Yeonjun will break your heart and your mum has no idea why you’re constantly crying and eating a shit tonne of ice cream.”

You shake your head, “He won’t break my heart. He’s not the kind of guy to do that, he’s really sweet.”

Juwon fake gags. You look at her with a confused look, brows furrowed together in question. “You’ve got to be kidding me, right? ‘He’s really sweet’, my fucking flat ass. No way in mother fucking hell is that boy really sweet, nuh uh, not buying it. Sorry, Y/N, I will never find him sweet.”

You watch her scoot off the bed, storming over to your bedroom door and swinging it open. “Do you know who actually is a really sweet guy…? Na Jaemin, yeah, that’s right. Na Jaemin is one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met in my entire life, and I’m not joking!”

“Well, yeah, Jaemin is sweet, but I don’t fancy him. I don’t know how many times you want me to say it for you to believe me.” You sound exasperated. You just want your two best friends to believe you when it comes down to who you like. For crying out loud, you have a boyfriend! If having a boyfriend isn’t obvious as to who you have feelings for, then you have no idea what they’re expecting from you.

Juwon throws her head back with a groan, “Y/N, it’s not that we don’t believe you, it’s… it’s— fuck! Hinjae, explain, please.”

“I have no idea what you’re trying to say,” Hinjae tilts her head in confusion, but nonetheless, she continues speaking. “But, Juwon is right— it’s not that we don’t believe you, I think it’s more the fact that you’re in a bad relationship and you just don’t see it. We love you so much, and we really hate seeing you get put through so much hassle because of a boy who doesn’t care for anyone but himself.”

You look between Hinjae and Juwon. Juwon is nodding her head in agreement, “Yeah, what she said.”

“You guys don’t know anything about my relationship with Yeonjun. All you two seem to point out is our flaws, every relationship has flaws! And don’t get me started on how you aren’t supportive of the relationship.” You slap your hands against the duvet as you lean back on your hands. “I’m honestly tired of having to repeat myself over and over again— I’m dating Yeonjun, I love him, not Jaemin. You need to get Yeonjun’s name out of your mouths, understand?”

Hinjae throws up her hands in hopelessness, whereas Juwon storms out of your bedroom, muttering under her breath along the way.

You roll your eyes and hop off your bed, grabbing Hinjae’s wrist and dragging her out of your bedroom with you, on your way to find where Juwon went.

Your first guess was the kitchen— she likes to eat whenever she’s angry or annoyed; you’ve come to learn that it helps her collect her thoughts. Sometimes it helps, but the majority of the time she’ll end up getting more annoyed as she doesn’t want to put on weight. She tends to get angry very often, so her way of calming herself down isn’t very wise.

“Jeez, either slow down or let go of my wrist. I’m not a dog.” Hinjae complains, tugging her wrist out of your grip.

You turn around and shoot her a glare. “She wouldn’t be annoyed if it wasn’t for you bringing up my relationship again.”

“Excuse me?” Hinjae scoffs, arms folding across her chest as her face screws up into annoyance. “I didn’t bring anything up, and even if I did, you could’ve said something to change the subject, but did you? No, you didn’t. You can’t get mad at me for something I have no control over— anyway, it was you that made her annoyed with what you said.”

“What? I didn’t even say anything bad.”

“Oh, really?” Hinjae leans on one foot. “So, it wasn’t you who said that we always point out the bad things about your relationship, or how we don’t support you, or how we need to leave you alone about Yeonjun?”

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

“Yeah, exactly.” Hinjae rolls her eyes. “I’m not gonna argue with you, we have bigger problems right now. Where in the fuck did she go?” She storms over to the kitchen and looks inside, finding nothing but an empty room.

“Is she in there?” You ask, moving to stand behind Hinjae. She shakes her head and you frown. “But she always goes to the kitchen, where is she—“

“Y/N!” Juwon screams at the top of her voice, suddenly emerging from around the corner. You both spin to watch her storm over to you, a big photo album in her hands. You glance down to what she’s holding and you tilt your head, wondering why she’s even got that, and where in the hell she went looking for something like that. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

You make eye contact with her, “Sorry.”

Juwon takes a deep breath, controlling her anger in a new way… interesting. “This,” she holds out the photo album for you to take. “This is an album of photos, memories, keepsakes, you name it! Me and Hinjae have been gathering a bunch of shit together for you and Yeonjun’s anniversary this week. Never, and I mean never, tell me that I don’t support you, because that fucking hurts, okay?”

Hinjae watches you flick through the album, your lips curling up at the sides into a small smile.

“…okay, Y/N?”

“Huh— oh, yeah, okay…” You close the album and put it on the dining table. “I’m sorry for being harsh, I’m just fed up with having others say shit about my relationship with Yeonjun. I love him, and he loves me, and it’s getting annoying when you guys say that I like Jaemin, or how awful Yeonjun treats me… you’ve got to see where I’m coming from, right?”

“Actually—“

“We do,” Hinjae interrupts Juwon and shoots her a glare. “We do, but we just hate seeing you upset over something Yeonjun does or says… we’re your best friends, and we care so much about you.”

“And I appreciate you guys looking out for me, but I’m fine. Yeonjun and I are going strong, things are going well.” You give them a smile; but to them, your smile didn’t seem sincere, but nonetheless, they didn’t say anything to point it out. “And thank you for the photo album, it’s wonderful.”

Juwon beams a bright smile, a big contrast to how she was mere seconds ago. “It was mainly my idea, but Hinjae insisted on being involved, so I had no choice but to include her.”

“I beg your pardon?” Hinjae kicks Juwon in the shin, causing her to retaliate with a slap on the head. “Fuck off, why’d you hit me?!”

“Seriously? Are you really asking me why I hit you when you kicked me first?” Juwon put her hands on her hips and leaned to one side— she was ready to argue, and she never backed down. You were watching the two, trying to not giggle at their childish antics, but you seemingly failed when a rather loud giggle came from you.

“Sorry! You two are funny when you fight,” you cover your mouth to try and stop yourself from laughing. Just as you were about to let another giggle out, Juwon snatches the photo album from the table and runs down the corridor. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” You shout out after her. “What is she doing?”

Hinjae shrugs, “Probably hiding it again.”

“She hid it? …in my house?” You stare at the floor in confusion. Why would she hide a present for you in your own house? Actually, it’s probably best not to question Juwon’s ways of gift giving, no matter how peculiar they may seem.

Hinjae shakes her head, “Don’t ask me, I’m not the one hiding stuff.” She moves past you and walks into the living room, flopping herself down onto the sofa, a cushion that your mother spent a lot of money on getting squished. “Do you have anything planned for tonight? Me and Juwon were thinking of meeting the others for some food… but if you’re meeting Yeonjun tonight, then it’s fine.”

You frown at her words. Did she always think that you had plans with your boyfriend? “I’m free, but for future reference, if I did have plans with him, I’d cancel them just to stay with you.”

She nudges your shoulder when you go to sit down next to her, “Not you simping for me.”

“Shut up.” You laugh, nudging her back. “Oh, you’re back, are you?” You look up when you notice Juwon walking in and dropping herself onto your lap, her legs curled up on the little space left on the sofa. “Why are you hiding things in my house? You do realise that I could easily find it?”

Juwon snorts, “As if you’re smart enough to find my hiding spaces.”

You whack her on the back of her head, a tut leaving your lips along with Juwon's body. "Why'd you hit me?" She pouts deeply at you.

You cherish how she never hits you back whenever you initiate the first smack— but when it comes to Hinjae smacking first, there's no doubt in her mind she's smacking back, hence their little blip from earlier.

You shoot her a smile, "Just because."

"Y/N's coming with us tonight." Hinjae speaks up, stopping Juwon from fake crying so you would apologise to her from the guilt she would make you feel. Juwon was a funny friend— you never knew which side of her you'd get to see each day. It was like being friends with an advent calendar, you get surprised everyday with something new.

Juwon moves to sit on the floor since there wasn't enough space for her to squish herself on the sofa. She places her chin on your knee, staring lovingly up at you, "Really? You're coming with us tonight?"

You nod your head.

"Fucking finally! You haven't been out with us in so long, I was starting to think your social battery was forever expired." Juwon blabs whatever first comes to mind, and honestly, you're surprised no one has actually started a fight with her because of it. She tends to... run her mouth.

You go to smack the back of her head again, but luckily for her she quickly moves out of the way and sticks her tongue out at her.

"Okay, you two, enough." Hinjae throws her legs across your lap to separate you from each other. It wasn't much, but it seemed to do the job. "And yes, she's coming out with us after a while, but you didn't have to bring social battery into things. Not everyone can cope with being around you 24/7, y'know?"

Juwon clutches her heart through her shirt, "Ouch."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Hinjae waves her hand dismissively. "We're going round Jaemin's place at like... uh, eight or something? I don't know what time he actually said, but around then. Is that cool with you?"

Juwon nods her head, but you knew that Hinjae was primarily speaking to you. "Yeah, that's cool with me." You give her a smile. "That gives us like, two hours or so, wanna watch a film?"

"As long as you don't put on Pirates of the Caribbean again, I'll watch a film." Hinjae sternly says, a finger pointing in your direction.

You throw your hands up, "Alright, but I'm not letting either of you choose, I hate every film you guys put on, they're always so boring."

"Excuse me?" Juwon scoffs, "Since when is Dirty Dancing boring?"

"Since I said so." You smugly smile at her before throwing a pillow at her face, a laugh coming from you and Hinjae causing Juwon to scream.

"I hate you."

“Holy shit! It’s Y/N fucking L/N!” Haechan cheers, raising a beer bottle up in your direction to greet you.

You shake your head with a laugh, walking over and greeting him back by taking a swig from his beer bottle. “Long time no see. How are things? How’s your girlfriend?”

Haechan rolls his eyes, “Do we really need to talk about girlfriends right now? Just sit down.” He pats the empty space next to him, which you gladly take, perching yourself down next to the cuddly bear of the group— which no one but himself came up with. “I’ve had enough of people talking about my relationship. It’s nothing to do with them!”

You lean back and watch him down the rest of his beer. “What’s up with him?”

“Girl problems.” Jaemin answers, slotting himself next to you on the couch even though there wasn’t much room for him in the first place.

“I mean, when is he not having girl problems?” You giggle, scooting closer to Haechan to allow Jaemin to sit next to you on the end of the sofa.

When Jaemin sits down, he casually places a hand on your thigh. He’s always done this, but for some reason tonight, it feels completely different than to all the other times before. You couldn’t put your finger on it, nor could you say whether it was a bad or good difference.

Jaemin took notice of you spacing out, “You okay?” He nudges your shoulder with his own, pulling you out from your thoughts.

“Huh— oh, yeah, I’m okay. Just went off with the fairies for a second,” you look him in the eyes and give him a soft and reassuring smile. How could your friends say that you were in love with him? Do they not realise how weird it would be for you two to date?

You’ve known each other since the beginning of school, and now you’re in the same college. It was neither of your intentions to end up going to the same college, but from the majors you both took— which go hand in hand— the two of you kept getting closer and closer. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but your own from how close the two of you are.

When you got together with Yeonjun, he stated how he didn’t like how Jaemin was behaving with you; acting like he was your boyfriend when clearly, you weren’t dating him. You should’ve distanced yourself from him when Yeonjun first said something, but there was something inside you telling you how much of a bad idea that would be.

So, here you are, with Jaemin as one of your closest friends with his hand on your thigh… rather high up must you add.

“What are you thinking about?” Jaemin questions, eyes squinting as he looks at you.

You shake your head, “I’m not thinking about anything, my head is empty.”

Jaemin laughs and grabs either side of your head, pretending to shake it and see if he can listen for anything rattling around in there. “Yep. There’s nothing in there.”

“Hey!” You shove his chest and laugh, “That was mean.”

Without the two of you knowing, everyone in the room was watching you two and seeing how easily you both got along and flirted. No one would dare to point out that you’re flirting with each other, they knew it’d cause a massive argument and rift, so they just had to keep it all to themselves, no matter how hard it was for them to stay quiet.

With you being in denial and not accepting that you do have some feelings for Jaemin, it was pretty obvious that he has them for you.

In another universe, the two of you would be happily married with kids. There’s not a doubt in anyone’s mind that that isn’t true— and Hinjae majors in Astronomy and Cosmology, so she would know.

“I don’t get why neither of them just confesses,” Juwon mumbles to Hinjae as she links her arm with her best friend. “It’s so painfully obvious that they like each other. But our darling Y/N is dating that prick of a guy with the rank name, Yeonjun. I want them to break up— and I know how horrible that sounds— but Y/N deserves so much better than what she has… Jaemin is what she deserves, he’s literally the best thing that she has.”

“Apart from us, obviously.” Hinjae adds.

Juwon scoffs, “Well, duh, obviously.”

“But don’t forget, we’re her best friends and we can’t be scheming some awful plan to break them up. It wouldn’t be fair on her, nor would it be very nice of us.” Hinjae sinks lower into the sofa across the room from you and Jaemin, her eyes still watching the two of you converse about something that has you laughing and smiling like a lovestruck idiot.

“Who said anything about scheming up a plan?” Juwon turns her head to look at Hinjae, an eyebrow raised in suspicion. “What were you even thinking of doing?”

Hinjae gasps, “I wasn’t thinking of doing anything! I was only saying it— there’s no meaning behind it.”

“Mhm, sure.” Juwon squints her eyes before turning back to watch you. Her eyes drifted to Haechan who was squished at the end of the sofa, he looked uncomfortable with the atmosphere you and Jaemin had created and she wanted to burst out laughing.

“Okay, enough!” Haechan blurted out and jumped from the sofa. He spun around to glare down at you and Jaemin looking rather cosy next to each other. “You two,” he wags a finger at you both, “Need to get a grip and confess before one of us here explodes from how long you’re taking to do it, or… or you don’t flirt when we’re around. It’s driving me insane not being able to say something— do something about it!”

You blink up at Haechan with your mouth agape, completely shocked that he said such a thing.

"Okay, what?" Jaemin furrows his brows. "Why would I flirt with Y/N? She's my best friend, and has a boyfriend. I wouldn't do that to her."

"Also, might I just add," you pipe up after you come to your senses. "You have no right to comment on us when you're having relationship issues yourself! Me and Jaemin are friends, and that's all we'll ever be, so stop saying stupid shit about who we like or are flirting with. It's getting super annoying now." You look up at Haechan with a deadpan expression, completely ignoring Jaemin beside you and missing the solemn look on his face when you said you'll only be friends and nothing more.

If that wasn't a dead giveaway as to how he feels about you, then fuck, you're wasting your time.

Haechan shoves his middle finger in your face before trudging out of the living room. You sigh and lean back against the back of the sofa, your eyes closing briefly before you are disturbed by Jaemin getting up from the sofa and following Haechan out of the room.

You watch him leave and you sigh again. You weren’t really sure what to make of the situation. You wanted to scream and shout and tell everyone to mind their own fucking business, but you also wanted to see their point of view, and why in the hell they were so adamant that you two liked each other. You wanted to see what they were seeing.

"Why'd Jaemin walk out?" Hinjae asks as she moves across the room to sit with you, Juwon rolling her eyes after being ditched- but nonetheless she moved and sat down on the floor in front of you, her arms hugging your legs.

You shrugged, "Your guess is as good as mine."

"I reckon it's 'cause you said that Jaemin would only ever be your friend," Juwon looked up at you innocently, but you knew where she was heading with this. "And since he has feelings for you, it hurts him and now he's dying inside knowing that he'll only be your friend." She fake pouts and you near enough give into the urge of kneeing her in the face.

"Please," you scoff, unamused with her words. "He doesn't like me, we're too good of friends to ruin what we have by a silly crush, or whatever. I'm done talking about it, I'm gonna go find him."

"Y/N..." Hinjae starts, but you shake your head.

"Nope. I'm seriously done with ever talking about this ever again. I don't know how many times you need me to tell you that we don't like each other like that. I have a fucking boyfriend, for fucks sake, and yet you still think I'm in love with one of my best friends." You shove Juwon's hands off your legs so you could stand up.

She grunts in annoyance, "That was rude."

"No, it wasn't." You start walking off before turning on your heels to look at your two best friends. "You wanna know what is rude? The fact you two disrespect my relationship with Yeonjun with this dumb fuck of a joke. No more, I mean it." And with that, you leave the room with your heart in your throat. How could your friends even think that you'd like Jaemin? It feels all too repetitive. You need to clear the air with Jaemin and put a stop to these accusations.

"Well," Jeno voices out for the first time that night- no one would lie, they low-key forgot he was in the room, he was so quiet observing everything around him. "That could have gone a lot better if Haechan and Juwon didn't open their mouths."

Juwon snaps her head to Jeno, a scowl on her face. "If Haechan didn't say anything in the first place, then Y/N wouldn't be annoyed at me."

Hinjae laughs, "As if this is the first time you've said something about them two. You literally were going on about it at her house."

"So were you. Don't act like you don't say shit, because you do." Juwon retaliates, her arms crossing over her chest.

"I never said I didn't. I'm only pointing out your shitty behaviour to our precious Y/N." Hinjae picks her feet up from the floor to sit cross-legged on the sofa, her elbows resting on her knees. "We've both, well, all been shitty towards her. Maybe she's right. Maybe we do have to drop the subject and start believing her, it's the least we can do to make it up to her from all the times we've commented about it."

Juwon shakes her head. "Nope. I'm not going to just drop this all like that. It's so obvious they like each other, and no amount of lying and shouting will make me think otherwise. I know you think the same, so don't say you don't."

"Juwon, come on, it's not fair on her." Hinjae sighs. "I know I'm not a saint in this, I know that, but we've got to listen to her when she says it's enough."

"Yeonjun doesn't deserve her, she's too good for him, she always has been and always will." Juwon's voice comes out soft and caring. "I just want her to be truly happy... and I think Jaemin can do that."

Hinjae runs her fingers through her hair and glances up at the door to see a figure standing there. "What are you doing back in here? You finally calmed down from your outburst?"

"Ha ha, very funny," Haechan rolls his eyes and flops down next to Jeno. "Y/N kicked me out of the kitchen. She wants to speak to Jaemin in private."

"Are they in there now?" Jeno asks.

Haechan looks at him as if he's the dumbest person in the world. "Obviously. Did you not hear what I just said?"

You could hear the others voices echoing down the corridor, but you couldn't make out what was being said. That was probably for the best. You don't think you could argue with anyone right now, you weren't in the mood to ruin your night anymore.

"You wanted to talk?" Jaemin leans an elbow against the countertop, his eyes searching your face to see if anything was wrong, and from how stressed out you looked, something was wrong.

"Uh, yeah," you clear your throat and move to sit on a stool by the kitchen island. "Um, I'm not too sure how to word this, let alone say it to you..."

Jaemin senses your nerves, "It's okay, take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

Your heart swells. See? He was such a good best friend. Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

"Um... I don't know if the boys have said anything to do, but Hinjae and Juwon won't stop going on about the two of us having feelings for each other." You feel weird as you finally voice what's been going on, but nonetheless, you keep going. "I know how crazy it sounds— we're literally best friends, so I'm sorry if speaking about this makes you uncomfortable, but I just need to get this off my chest before I go berserk and Yeonjun thinks I've gone insane."

Jaemin stands up straight, shoving his hands in the pockets of his joggers. "Yeah, um, the boys have said something along the lines of that..."

"Really? Ugh, fuck." You drop your head and groan. You can't believe how out of proportion this has gotten. It only started as a small comment by Juwon, but ever since then, it's turned into something your whole friend group talks about.

"Y/N," the way Jaemin says your name causes you to raise your head. You meet his eyes and you take notice of how soft and apologetic they look— it makes your stomach churn, but his gaze doesn't falter. "I have a feeling I know why they've been saying we like each other.."

"Can you believe we've been together for two years now?" You goofy smiled as Yeonjun led you to his bedroom. You wanted to be a little upset that you're spending your anniversary at his college dorm, but you were just happy that he made enough free time in his schedule to allow you to come over.

Hinjae and Juwon said that was the "Bare-fucking-minimum", but your excuse was that he was just busy and wasn't allowed much free time as he always needs to be at baseball practice or his coach will kill him.

Yeonjun jumps on his gaming chair and immediately turns on his PC. You roll your eyes playfully, knowing that he doesn't get much time to play on it. "Wow, I can't believe you're choosing your games over your own girlfriend."

"What?" He spins around in his chair, watching you fiddle with the string on your— his— hoodie, a not so pleasant look on his face. "Don't start with the annoying girlfriend shit tonight, I'm not in the mood to argue."

"Huh— what are you on about? I was just joking, I wasn't being serious." You try and play it off light-hearted, not wanting to put a downer on the night you want to remember. "So... do you have anything else planned for tonight? Like, uh, a special dinner? Or a movie marathon?"

You wait for Yeonjun to respond, but he doesn't. He just shoves on his headset and starts up a game with some of his friends.

You sigh and flop down on his bed, pulling your phone out and scrolling through whatever social media app has any updates for you. Not much was happening on the apps, so you decided to message your group chat.

You: what's everyone doing

Hinjae: we’re studying. why are you on your phone? shouldn't you be on a date rn?????

Juwon: do u rlly believe yeonjun would take her on a date cos i dont

Haechan: stop messaging here and go fuck yj or sumn

You: who said u could talk???

You: n e wayssss we're just chillin at his dorm. hes on his pc playing a game with some friends so im just like,,,,, chilling

Juwon: of course

Juwon: thats so fucking typical of him

Hinjae: juwon what did i say the other night

Juwon: idc im entitled to my own opinion

Hinjae: not rn you arent

Jaemin: whats going on?? is everything okay?? is y/n okay....

You: im fine. gtg

As soon as you saw Jaemin had messaged in the group chat, you rolled your eyes and turned your phone off.

You wanted to forgive and forget what he said the other night, but you just couldn't. Your friends have been relentless with claiming you like each other, all to find out that it was Jaemin who had started the whole fiasco. He was the one who told Jeno that he's starting to gain feelings for you, and that you may like him back but he wasn't too sure. And of course, Haechan was being a little earworm and snitched to Juwon and Hinjae about what he had heard— so ever since then, you've been trying to deny everything and keep it a secret from Yeonjun. You have no idea how he would react.

“The game crashed. Are you hungry?” Yeonjun stood from his gaming chair and headed towards his bedroom door. “Are you getting up, or what?”

“Huh— oh, sorry.” You apologised and scooted off his bed, following behind him until you were in the kitchen. For some reason, you felt out of place being here. You don’t know why it suddenly feels weird being at his dorm, you’ve been here plenty of times and have felt comfortable. But today, was different.

You felt strange when you first walked in, but you brushed it off and thought nothing of it. You shook your head and silently scolded yourself for even thinking you didn’t belong in your own boyfriends dorm. Maybe eating would help— after all, you were starving.

“What are we having for food?” You stood in the corner of the kitchen as you watched Yeonjun type something on his phone and then rummage around the cabinets. “I know it’s our anniversary, but I’m not opposed to ordering food in. Only as long as it’s something I enjoy, too. I’m not eating that weird jelly shit you ordered last time, that was horrible.” You shake your head in disgust at the memory.

“There’s some ramen packets in the cupboard,” he pulls out two ramen packets and hands them to you. “Make ‘em for us.”

“What?” You scoff, shoving them back at him. Normally, you would’ve just gotten on with what he wants you to do; you wanted to be a good girlfriend for him. “Why do I have to make it? Why can’t we order something nice in, or go out for a nice meal. It’s our anniversary.”

Yeonjun groans and shuts the cupboard with a slam. “I don’t care what day or occasion it is, Y/N. Just make the ramen and be quiet.”

You blink. You weren’t really sure how to respond to that. You knew that he wasn’t a massive fan of doing anything celebratory, but that doesn’t give him the right to be rude and disrespectful on a day you want to cherish. Maybe the others were right. Maybe you do deserve to be treated better.

“Yeonjun, I’m not making ramen.”

“Then starve for all I care, I’m having it.” He rips open a singular packet and begins doing whatever needs to be done. You just stand in the corner watching him with squinted eyes.

Your brain racks for any reasonable excuse as to why he’s behaving like a complete dick; but nothing comes up. You’ve always known that Yeonjun is temperamental, even his friends had warned you about it, but you never cared. You’ve liked him for so long, and now that you’re actually dating him, you don’t want to see the bad in him… but that wall is starting to break, and you’re seeing all the ugly you should’ve seen ages ago.

"Are you seriously copping a strop because you didn't wanna make ramen?" Yeonjun turns his head to look at you, one of his hands stirring the ramen absentmindedly.

You inhale deeply and slowly release your breath, calming yourself as you didn't want to make a scene. "I'm not stropping, Yeonjun. I'm just upset, and it has nothing to do with the ramen."

"Seems to me like it's about ramen." He shrugs.

"It's not about the damn ramen!" Okay, out the window goes the idea of staying calm. "It's our fucking two year anniversary and we're at your dorm doing what, exactly? Nothing. We're doing nothing! You're on your stupid PC and I'm waiting for you to say something sweet and loving, just literally anything to make me feel as if our relationship isn't a waste."

Yeonjun nods his head and hums, "Okay, cool. So... you're clearly on your period and going through some personal shit right now. Happy anniversary and that, but you should probably go home and sleep off your mood, I don't want your negative nelly ass near me."

Your jaw dropped open, "I beg your pardon? How— how can you say that to me?"

"What? It's the truth, is it not?" Yeonjun shrugs his shoulders again and focuses his attention back on his cooking ramen. "It's probably something to do with that friend, Jaemin, you have... I wouldn't be surprised anyway."

"I can't believe this is happening." You shake your head in disbelief. "Whenever you think I have a problem it always results in you blaming Jaemin. He has nothing to do with this."

"Oh, yeah?" Yeonjun throws the spoon in his hand onto the counter with a loud clang. "Is that why you're wearing his hoodie then? If Jaemin has nothing to do with this, then why are you wearing his fucking clothes, huh? Are you being a little whore and fucking him behind my back? Are you enjoying toying with his feelings whilst you lay in my bed? Jaemin has everything to do with your shitty attitude tonight."

“I’m leaving.”

“I don’t really care,” Yeonjun turns his back to you. “I know you’ll come back to me when you’ve realised you’re in the wrong. Get home safely.”

You could practically hear the sarcasm dripping off his voice. You weren’t going to say anything back— you shoved your shoes on and slammed the door behind you. God, why did he have to be such an utter jerk? Hinjae was right; he is going to break your heart one day.

You pressed your back against his dorm's front door, a deep sigh escaping your lips as you wondered what in the hell your relationship meant to Yeonjun? You’ve never seen this side to him until now; it didn’t make any sense to you. You wanted to understand his mind, you wanted to see what he saw in you, you wanted to believe that you meant something to him… you wanted to believe that he actually loved you.

You shake your head, ridding your horrible thoughts. He wouldn’t be with you if he didn’t love you, right? Right?

“Enough, Y/N.” You scold yourself as you push yourself off the door and head out of the building. Your house wasn’t too far from the college campus, so you decided to take a nice walk home to clear your head. Yeah, what a nice walk this is. Not. All you can think about was the things Yeonjun had said to you. They were constantly playing over and over again in your head, that you weren't focused on where you were walking, until a hand dragged you back on to the path before you ended up flat on the road.

"Jesus, Y/N, watch where you're going would you?" Haechan's voice sounds in your ears. You looked up at him with a frightened face. He shook his head at you in disappointment, but his hand never left your arm until he knew you were okay. "What do you think you're doing? You're going to get yourself killed."

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. You were a little shocked at your current circumstance— it didn't feel real. You were hoping this was some crazy daydreaming vision, and that you're actually snuggled up next to your boyfriend in his bed watching a romantic film... but each time you blink, the more you come to your senses and realise you weren't daydreaming at all.

"Sorry... I wasn't paying attention," you let out a shaky breath and Haechan let go of your arm; his hand now on the small of your back as he guided you down the street.

"You're lucky I was there, you could've been flattened on the road, Y/N." He scolds you again. It seems like he's not going to let this go. "I'm not letting this go, you know that, right?" Can he read minds?

You sigh and nod your head, "Yep... but can we not tell anyone? Especially Hinjae and Juwon; they'll kill me for nearly getting killed. They've given me countless lectures on being 'road safe', and I'm pretty sure I'll get another lecture if they find out." You stop and look up at him with pleading eyes. "I know this isn't really worth begging over, but can you not tell them? Or anyone? They may blame it on what happened the other night..."

"Ah, I see," Haechan nods his head. "You don't want them to think you were gonna walk into a road full of cars because of what Jaemin had told you. It's fine, I get it. My lips are sealed. But don't think I'm forgetting this, okay?"

You go to kick him in the shin but he dodges with a chuckle. "I'm messing with you. Of course, I won't tell anyone... no matter the reason why." He gives you a funny side glance and you roll your eyes.

Today really wasn't panning out to what you had expected. It's your two year anniversary, and here you are walking down the street with Haechan after he just saved your life. It's definitely one for the books.

You couldn’t help but think back to the argument with Yeonjun— well, could you even call it an argument? It was more him having a go at you, well, not having a go per say, but like… you didn’t know how to word it. You wanted to classify it as an argument, but whoever you tell it to, they’ll say that it wasn’t. All you can do is try and forget what happened and not dwell on it… easier said than done.

“Hey, aren’t you meant to be fucking Yeonjun right now?” Haechan blurts out, not thinking before he speaks yet again.

You hold your breath— is it worth lying? Probably not.

“Um, we had a bit of a disagreement.” You give him a tight lipped smile as you fell instep with each other. You were planning on heading home, but from the way you were feeling right now, you think it’s best if you keep some company, so you keep walking with Haechan to wherever he’s heading.

Haechan squints down at you, "A disagreement, huh? Are you telling the truth? Y'know what Juwon says about liars—"

"Yes, I know." You roll your eyes. "I never know why she says that liars grow a single hair on their chest each time they lie. She's weird, I don't know why I'm friends with her." You were joking, but there was a little seriousness in your voice— Haechan always thought the same thing, too.

"... So, are you telling the truth?" Haechan pushes.

"Yes... no, well, it's a difficult situation, okay?" You cross your arms over your chest with a huff, annoyed that Haechan was even bringing up Yeonjun when clearly he knew something was up. "He said something about me and Jaemin, and it turned into him being a dick, so I left."

Haechan hums and nods his head. He knew what you meant by that. Anyone would know what you meant by 'said something about me and Jaemin'. A lot of people on college campus knew of the rumours, too. Fuck all your friends for having blabber mouths.

"I don't know why, or how- actually, I do, but it started off so stupid, and then it turned into something bigger than intended and now I don't where it leaves me and him." You sigh deeply, wanting everything to just be normal for once. "He told me to go home and sleep off my mood, and that I'll go back to him once I realise I'm in the wrong. God. He's such a dick, why haven't I seen this side of him before?"

Haechan kept silent as you ranted out loud. You knew he was taking everything in, and taking mental notes. Sometimes you took Haechan's friendship for granted. He was the type of friend to curse you out on your shitty actions, but he wouldn't even blink an eye if someone needed advice or help— it was a strange combination when you think about it. But, in times like this, he was worth all the harsh advice and warm hugs.

"Why did Jaemin have to say something?" You groaned and mentally cursed him for opening his mouth. "If anything, I should be blaming him for ruining my relationship, he was the one that started all this! Yeonjun blames him for a lot of things that are wrong with us, maybe he's right, and maybe I don't want to see it because he's my best friend." Now you're frowning with a pout on your lips.

"Hey, don't start blaming Jaemin, that's not fair." Haechan corrects you in a stern voice. "It doesn't matter if he did or didn't say something, your relationship has been sucking ass as soon as you two started dating. None of this is Jaemin's fault. It's Yeonjun's. He's the one with all the issues."

"But, if Jaemin never said anything to begin with, things may just be a little bit better—"

"Nope. They really wouldn't. Yeonjun sucks ass, and not in a good way." Haechan shakes his head.

“I don’t like you.”

“Ha, sure you don’t.” Haechan laughs as he grabs your arm and leads you across the road. You end up standing outside the library off-campus. You squint up at the sign and look at Haechan with a confused face.

“Why are we at the library?”

“‘Cos everyone is here studying. And don’t look at me like that,” he rolls his eyes. “I study, too.”

You hold in a laugh and walk into the library with him. Wait— did he say everyone was here? Does that include Jaemin? Because if you’re being honest, you weren’t sure if you were in the right mood to see him. After all, you are holding him accountable for your fight with Yeonjun, even if Haechan says not to.

“Uh, what is she doing with you?” Juwon leans across the table you always sit at whenever you all study together, and looks you up and down. “She’s meant to be with Yeonjun right now… whether we like it or not.”

“Nice to see you too, my beautiful bestie.” You shoot her a sarcastic smile and plonk yourself down upon the spare seat next to her. You lean back against the chair and stare at the boy sitting at the end of the table, an awkward aura comes about the table and everyone stares between you and Jaemin.

“Well, uh, how was your time with Yeonjun? Did he get off his PC?” Hinjae breaks the awkward silence and brings up an even awkward topic.

Haechan snorts and she looks at him, “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he shakes his head with a small smile. You glare at him and he stops smiling. “It’s nothing.”

Hinjae squints her eyes at Haechan before turning her attention back to you, "So? Did he get you an anniversary gift? I wonder if he got you that necklace you've been dying to get, you know, that really expensive Tiffany's one."

You shake your head, "No, I didn't get a present... I got an ear full. But I don't want to talk about it, you should keep studying." You gestured to her open books, the majority of them were about the universe and its creation, something you would have no idea where to start studying.

"My books can wait. What happened?" Hinjae goes to close her books but you grab her hand to stop her. "Y/N... it's your two year anniversary and you're here with us, what in the hell happened? We can go somewhere else to talk, if you want. Away from prying ears." She glances at Haechan, but he flashes her a cocky smile and she sticks her tongue out at him.

"I don't want to talk about it, right now, okay?" You sulk into your chair and fiddle with the strings on your hoodie.

Hinjae doesn't press you any further, and you miss the way Jaemin watches you from his end of the table. His eyes rake up and down your torso, his eyebrows slightly lifting when he realises what you're wearing. You're wearing his hoodie, and you wore it to see your boyfriend. He fights the urge for his lips to turn up into a smile, but unfortunately, his lips beat him to it.

"What are you smiling at?" Juwon picks up on Jaemin's behaviour and follows his eye-line. Her mouth agapes once she clocks who's hoodie you're wearing. Oh, how her mind is racing with so many possibilities that she wants to voice, but she knew that if she did, she'd hurt your feelings and Hinjae would start a war with her. "Huh, interesting, very interesting."

You feel eyes on you and you catch Juwon and Jaemin staring at you. A frown falls upon your brows and Juwon nudges you and darts her eyes to your item of clothing. You look down and stare at the hoodie wondering if there was a stain, but there wasn't, so you look back up and lock eyes with Jaemin and he just smiles. His perfect and pretty lips just smile at you, and you want to rip them off his perfect and pretty face.

Haechan watches your face contort slightly into a look he knows very well— a muddled mind full of confusing feelings. He knows what's happening, he just hopes nothing bad comes of it.

"We need to talk. Now." You suddenly stand up and grab Jaemin by the collar of his top. He struggles to keep up with you at first, but he quickly gains his composure and follows you swiftly behind a stack of bookshelves right in the corner of the library where no one can see or find you.

He stands in front of you, his eyes watching you intently as you struggle to find your words and any decent thought. Why did you want to talk to him? What was so important that you had to drag him away from everyone?

"Kiss me."

"W—what?" Jaemin spluttered, surprised by your choice of words.

"I need you to kiss me, Jaemin." You sounded stressed. He knew better than to do what you said.

"I'm not going to kiss you, Y/N. You have a boyfriend." He stands his ground, even if it confuses him as to why he's denying a kiss from you. All he's ever wanted to do is kiss you from the moment he laid eyes on you.

You stomp your foot on the ground like a little toddler throwing a tantrum. "Jaemin, now's not the time to be a saint. I just need you to kiss me, that's all."

"That's all? Why do you want me to kiss you? What the fuck is going on?" Jaemin stares at you confusedly.

You pull at your hoodie strings again, "I just need to see something. So, can you just kiss me?"

You can see Jaemin hesitate and his life flashes before his eyes when he sees you take a step closer to him. You stare up at him with eyes full of stars— you've only ever looked at him like this. No one else gets to see the pretty stars in your eyes. They're only for him. He wants to kiss the stars, he wants to kiss them so bad, but he knows better than to give in.

Jaemin steps back and drops his head before looking you in the eyes, ashamed of what he's doing. "I can't, I'm sorry, Y/N. It's just not right..."

"Whatever." You shrug your shoulders acting as if it didn't bother you that he didn't want to kiss you. "You're the one who has feelings for me, so I guess you don't want to help me see how I feel about you."

Jaemin blinks at you in shock. Seriously, what in the hell happened between you and Yeonjun?

"Are we gonna talk about what happened yesterday in the library?" Juwon breaks the silence as the three of you are huddled up together on the sofa watching a film. "I can't be the only one wanting to know why Jaemin suddenly left after Y/N spoke to him."

"I'm sitting right here, you don't have to talk about me like I'm not in the room," you roll your eyes and shift positions, trying to find a comfier position without having Juwon's elbow digging into your ribs.

Hinjae covers up her interest with a fake cough, all the while saying, "I've wanted to know what happened between her and Yeonjun ever since she walked into the library with Haechan."

"Oh, yeah! I forgot she was with Yeonjun yesterday." Juwon nods her head.

You sigh and push both of them off of you, "Again, I'm literally right here." You gesture to yourself. "And it doesn't matter what happened yesterday, it's over."

"It's over!?" Hinjae and Juwon shriek in unison.

"For fucks sake, no! Me and Yeonjun aren't over... I don't really know what we are at the moment, but we aren't over. And before you say anything, me and Jaemin are still friends. I was on about yesterday being over, no relationships." You make your statement clear and lean back against the cushions. "Now, can we watch this film in silence?"

"Fine." Juwon sulks and snuggles back into your side. Hinjae just gives you a funny look before settling back down.

The three of you sat in silence for not even five minutes, and Juwon spoke up again, this time, she was adamant to get an answer from you. "I'm not going to shut my mouth until you say everything that happened yesterday."

You turned to look at her unimpressed with her immature threat. "Nothing new there then."

"Excuse me?" She scoffs. "I'm not the one keeping secrets from her best friends! Tell us what happened, for crying out loud."

"Why do you want to know so bad—"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N." Hinjae sighs, a hand running through her dark, brown hair. "I'm not one to force you into anything, but saying nothing on this matter isn't going to end well. Y'know we could always just ask Jaemin... or even Haechan."

You gasp, "You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me." Hinjae flashes you a challenging grin, and you have no choice but to accept defeat.

"I don't know where to even start..."

Juwon giggles, "I do, I do, I do! Start with when you messaged us at Yeonjun's!"

You roll your eyes and grab the remote to pause the film, "Fine, um... well, when I got there we went straight to his bedroom— not like how you're thinking Juwon." You side eye her after she nudges you playfully. "Then he went straight on his computer to play a game, and I was like, 'Oh, I see how it is, games before your girlfriend', or something like that, and he got really defensive about it."

Hinjae nods her head slowly as she takes everything in. "Then What?" Juwon looks at you all giddy with joy. Either she was excited that you were finally spilling at the gossip, or she was happy to see your relationship in shambles— you were betting on the first option... hopefully.

"After that, I messaged the group chat and it was all good up until he asked me to make him ramen."

"What's wrong with making him ramen?" Juwon furrows her brows confused.

Hinjae shakes her head at her, "It's not the fact he asked her to make him ramen, she was expecting a fancy, or at least a nice dinner for their anniversary, but he wanted her to make ramen like it was any other day." You're so happy that she caught onto the situation straight away. Thank God she was the smart one of the group; it would've been such a headache to explain every last detail to Juwon. "I believe that's where the problem started, huh?"

You nod your head with a tired face, "He was so horrible. He said he didn't care what day it was, and he accused me of sleeping with Jaemin because I accidentally wore his hoodie."

Juwon chokes on her breath, "He accused you of what?!"

Hinjae wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you onto her lap and cradles you like a baby. "What are you doing?"

"I'm soothing you. What does it look like I'm doing?" She speaks as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Juwon scoots over and rests her head on your shoulder and coos in your ear. "Oh, Y/N, I'm sorry that happened. As much as I hate Yeonjun and wish the worst for him, I don't like seeing your relationship in shambles, even if it doesn't come across like that." Juwon snuggles up into you and Hinjae strokes your hair. "You deserve so much, and yet you're being treated like you deserve nothing." You could hear the pout in her voice.

"I asked Jaemin to kiss me yesterday in the library." You quickly changed the tune of the conversation; you didn't want to be babied over, or cooed at. As much as you love the girls for caring for you, you'd rather just suck it up and deal with it.

Juwon shoots up and stands from the sofa, eyes bulging out of her head as she stares down at you. "You what?!"

You move yourself off of Hinaje's lap and to the other end of the sofa so you could look at them both clearly. "I know it's stupid of me to have done that, but I wasn't in the right head space. It was a moment of weakness for me... but I don't regret it."

Hinjae hums but doesn't say a word. Whereas Juwon looks like she's having a mid-life crisis over the new information she's just found out. She begins pacing back and forth around the living room, her fingers tugging at the ends of her hair as she mutters inaudible words under her breath.

"Why are you both acting like this? Juwon, stop moving and sit down, and Hinjae, say something. Literally anything." You bring your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around your legs. "I know what I said is somewhat hard to take in, but it doesn't change anything. In fact, it probably makes things a lot clearer."

“How does it make things clearer? To me, it looks like a whole fucking mess.” Hinjae rarely swears, but when she does, she’s being serious and doesn’t want any shit from anyone.

“What? How is it a mess? I’m still with Yeonjun, and me and Jaemin are still friends. Everything is fine.” You counteract.

“Fine? Everything is fine?” Hinjae shifts positions so she’s facing you and only you. “Y/N, I love you, but you’re being stupid right now. You can’t just ask someone to kiss when you know they like you, and when you have a fucking boyfriend!” She holds some valid points, but you won’t let her make you think you’ve done wrong.

You run a hand down your face, “Look, what I may have done was random and sudden, but it’s not stupid. It’s helping me figure things out. Just support me for once!”

“Nuh uh, we’re not doing this again.” Juwon jumps in at the right time— she could sense Hinjae was going to shout at you and she wasn’t looking forward to the aftermath of tears and apologies. “Hinjae’s right, you’re being fucking stupid, Y/N. You’re dating Yeonjun and you asked Jaemin to kiss you, why can’t you see how wrong that is? As much as I despise your boyfriend, I don’t want you cheating on him.”

“Oh my God, I haven’t cheated!” You raise your voice and see Juwon raise an eyebrow at you. “It was a spur of the moment thing, okay? Nothing will come of it, so leave it alone. I shouldn’t have said anything in the first place if I knew this was how you guys would react.” You sink into the sofa with a scowl on your face.

“We would’ve found out sooner or later.”

"Well, this couldn't get any more awkward now, could it?" Haechan mumbles under his breath and receives a kick in the shin under the table from Hinjae. "What? It's true."

"Shut up," she hissed, going to kick him again but he pushes his chair back so she couldn't reach.

"So—"

"Jeno, shut up." Hinjae warns him, knowing immediately he was going to say something about the situation.

He nods his head slowly and slouches like a little hurt puppy. You pout at how mean Hinjae is, but she pays no mind to you, completely ignoring you after you called her a snake for inviting everyone round to her place for a 'friendly and relaxing dinner'. By no means is this a friendly and relaxing dinner. Tonight will definitely place number three in your top five worst experiences.

"The food is nice." Jaemin speaks up for the first time tonight, avoiding your direction as Yeonjun is sitting flush next to you— he's not a fan of your friends. How ironic. "Did you follow a recipe?"

You tried to fight a smile, but you failed miserably. "Why are you smiling? Nothing funny was said." Yeonjun eyes you up and down suspiciously, his eyes darted to Jaemin and they made eye contact briefly, but it was enough for him to put some pieces together. "Is it 'cause of him? Are you smiling because of Jaemin?"

"W-what? Can't I just smile without a reason?" You tried to play it off cool, but Yeonjun wasn't buying any of it.

He tuts and shakes his head, "I knew there was something going on between you two." He throws his napkin onto the table and stares at you deeply. "I should've known the minute you didn't deny fucking him. I can't believe I'm dating a cheating whore."

"The fuck did you just call her?" Juwon stabs her knife into the wooden table and you saw a part of Hinjae die inside.

"It's okay, Juwon, don't worry." You give her a sincere smile and glance at Jaemin. You could see he wants to step in and make sure that Yeonjun doesn't get another chance to speak, but he knew if he did, Yeonjun would probably launch himself at him over the table. Men and their alpha male ego's, hey?

She shakes her head, “No. No it’s not okay, how dare he talk to you like that! She’s not a whore, Yeonjun, don’t even insinuate that.”

“Oh, please,” he chuckles, leaning against the back of his chair. “You’re all acting like I don’t know what’s happening here. You,” he points at Hinjae with a scowl, “Invited me here to prove something, I don’t even know why I even bothered coming here. It’s all fucking obvious that Jaemin wants to shove his tiny shrimp dick inside my girlfriend, and I’m not going to sit here and allow him to think that.”

Haechan watches you stare at your plate, your fork pushing the food around as you seem distant from the situation.

You wanted to tell Yeonjun to shut up and stop being a complete asshole, but you just couldn’t. You’ve never really stood up to him before; you’ve just taken any insult he’s thrown your way. You’ve become used to it.

“I think that’s enough.” Haechan stands from his seat and gestures for Yeonjun to leave. “The door is that way.”

Yeonjun scoffs and stands up himself, matching Haechan’s energy. “You want me to leave? Ha, then fucking make me.”

“Oh, I’ll make you—“

“Okay!” Hinjae slams her hands down on the table. “This wasn’t what I had planned for tonight. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. Haechan, sit your ass down. Yeonjun, shut the fuck up or leave.”

“Why are you ganging up on me? You’re the one who invited me to this dinner, did you not?” Yeonjun leaned on the table with both of his hands, his head drooping to Hinjae's level to try and intimidate her.

You won't stand for anyone trying to intimidate your friends. "Yeonjun... I think you should leave."

He snaps his head to look at you, his nostrils flaring upon what he had just heard. "You're the one who started all this, Y/N. Don't act like a little life saver. If I leave, you're leaving with me. Now, get up." He goes to grab your arm but doesn't get the opportunity to when someone butts in.

"She's not going anywhere. She's staying here where she's safe." Jaemin stares Yeonjun dead in the eye. No emotion portrayed on his face. You wanted to read his mind— you wanted to know what he was thinking.

"You think I'm going to hurt her?" Yeonjun scoffs. "That's the last thing I would do to her. She ain't staying here, especially near you."

"Just leave." You touch his arm to make him look at you. "Leave."

"Oh, that's right, take his side, why don't you." Yeonjun rolls his eyes and backs away from the table. "You know what, enjoy my sloppy seconds, she wasn't even that good in bed anyway."

"Don't." You shake your head at everyone around the table to not say anything; you could tell it was itching away at them to shout at him, but you didn't think it would've been worth the hassle. A part of you wanted to scream at him for embarrassing you in front of your friends, but then another part of you was glad that this had happened, because in a way, that means you won't have to deal with any of his bullshit ever again.

You all watch him stomp out of Hinjae and Juwon's dorm, silence filling the dining area as soon as the front door slammed.

You picked your knife and fork up, slicing through the food Hinjae had prepared before dropping the cutlery onto the plate and excusing yourself. You knew better than to hide in the bathroom, so you opted for a bedroom. Unfortunately you ended up in Juwon's bedroom, the messiest place on earth because the girl had no sense of cleanliness about her.

"And to answer your question, Jaemin, I didn't follow a recipe. It was all me." Hinjae tried bringing the mood back up, but failed miserably.

"Not the time, Hinjae." Jeno mutters, his legs spreading underneath the table to get comfy.

"Oh, shut up, would you?" Hinjae rolls her eyes.

“Is no one really going to check on Y/N?” Jaemin asks as he looks at each one of his friends, his face dropping when they shake their heads. “Oh… you’re leaving it to me, aren’t you?”

“Well, obviously,” Juwon scoffs. “We’re not the ones who are in love with our best friend, are we? Go on then, chum, go get your girl.”

Jaemin gives Juwon a funny look and then leaves the table, following the faint trail of your perfume to her bedroom. He doesn't bother knocking on the door as he knows that you wouldn't let him in if he did, so barging in was his only other option.

"Y/N... are you okay?" He knew is was a stupid question, because who in their right mind would be okay after their boyfriend calls them a cheating whore in front of their friends? "Sorry, that was a stupid question... but, are you?" He winces when he sees your face all red and puffy from crying after you turned around to look at him.

"What do you think?" Your voice was hoarse and croaky. You felt even more embarrassed reacting like this when he who shall not be named should be the one embarrassed. "God, I feel so fucking stupid. Do you think I'm stupid? Well, that's a given, of course you do."

Jaemin frowns and walks over to you, crouching down in front of you while you sit on the edge of Juwon's bed.

"Y/N, you're not stupid, and I'd never think that." He gently places his hands on your thighs and gives them a gentle squeeze; your eyes dart to his hands, the silver rings adorning his pretty slender fingers make your stomach clench, and now you feel even worse thinking about the things those fingers could do to you.

You droop your head and sigh, your thumbs swiping at the dry tear stains on your cheeks. "Jaemin, why do you like me?"

"Well, uh, because you're a wonderful person, you care about your friends, you also don't put up with their shit, and you also do charity work." Jaemin answers, a slight change of tone in his voice at the end.

You lift your head up and tilt your head, "Charity work?"

"You're dating Yeonjun."

"Oh... oh."

Jaemin nods his head slowly, his hands sliding off your thighs. "Wait." His hands stop on your knees, his eyes searching your own. "Can, um, can I just see something?"

He nods his head.

You reach out and grab one of his hands to bring up to your lips. You hesitate for a split second, but honestly, what were you waiting for? Jaemin has feelings for you, your boyfriend sucks being a boyfriend, you want to say you're still in love with Yeonjun— but you can't say you are— and, and uh, you think you may have been in love with Jaemin this whole time, but you've just been too scared to admit it.

Without another thought, you bring your lips to each finger tip and place soft kisses, your eyes maintaining eye contact with Jaemin as you do so. "Y/N..."

"No," you shake your head. "Don't say anything."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jaemin ignores you and speaks anyway, making sure you're in the right state of mind to continue where this seems to be going.

"Yes, now shut up." You continue pressing kisses to his finger tips before slowly trailing down to his palm. Jaemin's breath hitches and he grabs your knee harder with his other hand. Who knew kisses being pressed onto his hand would be so sensual?

He moves his hand away from your lips and cups your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing the apple of your cheek as a small smile falls on his lips. "You're beautiful."

You smile and for a brief moment you seem to forget what happened and all you want is for Jaemin to finally kiss you.

"Can I kiss you?"

"It's about damn time."

"What if someone catches us?" You whisper against Jaemin's lips as he keeps you pressed up against the wall in the corner of his bedroom.

You two were currently ditching a social gig that Hinjae had sporadically planned after the dinner went to shit. This time round, she was hoping for a much better turn out, and from what you can say, it's turning out rather well. Wink wink.

"No one's gonna come up here, don't worry." Jaemin hushes your worries as he continues kissing you. You wanted to protest, but his lips began trailing sloppy wet kisses down the side of your neck and the words got caught in the back of your throat and somehow came out as a strangled moan. "You like that? You like it when I kiss your neck?"

You nod your head, eyes finding his and immediately wanting to fall into his body from how lustful his gaze is.

"I want you to use your words, baby." Jaemin nudges his knee between your legs as he urges you to give him a vocal response. "I want to hear you say that you like it when I kiss your neck. Like this." He swipes his tongue against the soft skin of your neck and lightly blows, your body shivering at the cold sensation, but relaxing as soon as he presses another warm kiss to your neck.

"I— Jaem... I like it when you kiss my neck." You whimper out, crotch lowering onto his knee so you could grind yourself down on him like some kind of bitch dog in heat.

Jaemin snickers at you, "Oh, my darling Y/N, look at you. Humping my leg like the desperate bitch that you are."

"Oh," your eyes roll into the back of your head at the pressure building in your lower abdomen. But if you're being honest, you're edging closer to your orgasm because of the filthy words Jaemin whispers in your ear.

"Can I rip your leggings?"

"Wha—" you shake your head. "No."

"Oops, too late." He smirks at you as he rips a hole between your legs, his fingers diving straight in and pulling your panties to the side. "Pull down my sweats."

You take a moment to collect yourself as your orgasm was no longer on the way, and then you pull down his sweats as far as you could reach. Your eyes widened at the fact he wasn't wearing any boxers; even when all of you were meant to be hanging out.

"You weren't wearing any boxers? What if Juwon pointed out your dick outline?" You gasp, "Or even worse, Haechan pulls down your sweats to prank you and your junk is out for everyone to see?"

"Well," Jaemin grunts as he suddenly pushes himself into you, his jaw locking at how tight your walls feel around him. It's going to take some time to get used to the feeling of you. "My dick is inside you now, so I guess they won't be seeing it."

Your bottom lip quivers, "Fuck. You're so big."

"Damn right I am, baby." Jaemin smirks at you, his hips grinding into your own, and you could swear that he reaches a place Yeonjun could never imagine reaching.

You were loving this new side of Jaemin. Who knew that your best friend had a rather dominant and rough side? If you knew the sex was going to be this good from the start, then you would've ended things with Yeonjun a long time ago. But then you would seem shallow. And then you'd be known as the girl who dumps a boy for a rampage of wild sex. How fun.

"At least pay attention to me when my dick is inside you." Jaemin rolls his eyes at you staring off into space.

"S— sorry," you whimper out an apology just as he hits a deep spot inside you. "I didn't mean to zone out."

"What's going on inside your head?" Jaemin slows down his hips so you could get a sentence out without moaning about how good his cock feels in your tight pussy.

Your leg nearly slips from his waist, but he's quick enough to hook it back around and jerk his hips forward. You forced yourself to keep quiet, you couldn't risk the others down the hall hearing you moan out Jaemin's name when they have no idea that the two of you have been secretly fucking since the awkward dinner last week.

"I don't wanna talk about what I'm thinking, I just want you to fuck me."

"Don't have to tell me twice." Jaemin drops your leg and spins you around so that your chest is squished up against the wall. He wraps one arm around your waist to pull your hips closer to his own— and his other hand sneakily slips down between your legs to rub fast circles on your sensitive clit.

"Ho— holy fuck, Jaemin, go faster." Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel your climax building up once again. Your thighs begin to shake from Jaemin complying with your command.

The sound of skin slapping against skin could be heard from a mile away, so you wouldn't be surprised if the others could hear you. You'd have to lie and deny any accusations thrown your way.

“Shit, you’re so tight, baby. This pussy is mine and only mine. Ain’t no fucking way am I letting your twat of a boyfriend come near this delicious pussy ever again.” Jaemin practically growls against the back of your neck. You rest your forehead against the wall and let every bone in your body get consumed by the pleasure— your orgasm on the brink of exploding.

Your jaw goes slack, “Jae… I’m gonna cum. Keep going.”

“Your wish is my command.” Jaemin picks the speed up of his hips, the force pushing you further against the wall. “Cum for me, baby. I want you to cream all over my cock and make a mess for me.”

Your climax hits you at full force and you near enough collapse on the floor— your knees are giving way and your thighs are shaking. Jaemin’s hips began stuttering from your walls clenching around him like a vice, he knew he wasn’t going to last longer if you kept doing that.

“Please cum, Jaemin, please. Pretty please cum for me.” You beg him so innocently once you gain your posture.

With no other thought floating around in his head, Jaemin quickly pulls out and cums in the palm of his hand. A soft whimper of your name leaving his lips as you turn to watch his cum drip from his hand. “Oh, wow. You came a lot.”

Jaemin chuckles, "Yeah, I did."

A knock sounds on his bedroom door, "Are you two done? We're about to watch a film and you're on snack duty." You hear Haechan's voice call out to you, and your jaw falls to the floor. You gawp at Jaemin who is trying his darned hardest not to burst out laughing.

"I swear to God if you laugh, I will rip your balls off!" You swat his arm. "You ruined my favourite pair of leggings, too!" You look between your legs and see a massive hole in your leggings... and also your inner thighs covered in your arousal. "Get me some of your joggers, it's the least you could do for me."

"Are you guys coming or not?" Haechan calls out to you again after not getting a response.

"Yes!" You shout back at him, annoyance laced in your voice and you could sense him throwing his hands up in surrender. "I'm so dead. Hinjae is gonna throw bricks at me, and Juwon will suffocate me in her sleep. What am I gonna do...?"

Jaemin passes you a spare pair of his joggers, concern written on his face despite having just nearly broken a lung from suppressing a laugh. "Nothing will happen, so don't worry your pretty head, okay?" Hinjae and Juwon will be mad, there's no doubt about that, but it's your decision to do this, not theirs. If you're worried about Yeonjun finding out, don't even think about that jerk."

"I wasn't worrying about Yeonjun until you just mentioned it. Jaemin!" You swat his arm again and he fake cries. "Shut up."

"Just put the joggers on and let's face your worst nightmare." Jaemin helps you into his joggers and throws your ripped leggings into his hamper, taking a mental note to buy you a new pair for your birthday. "Ready?"

"No, but let's go." You deeply sigh and wobble into the front room with Jaemin hot on your tail. "Don't say a thing. I don't want to hear any words come out of your mouths, okay? I know it's wrong to fuck my best friend behind my boyfriend's back, but his dick is so much better." You get your words in before Juwon and Hinjae could get a chance to open their mouths to breathe.

"I don't wanna hear anything from you two either." Jaemin pipes up as he drops himself down next to Jeno. "And yes, I'm a freak in the sheets, and a sweetheart in the streets."

You roll your eyes and awkwardly sit between Hinjae and Juwon who give you the death stare. "Can I—"

"Nope."

"What about—"

"Shut it."

"I can't believe you two are cheating." Haechan decides to ruin the atmosphere even more with his sly comment. You could see his eyes glint with mischief.

"It's not cheating." You huff, your arms crossing over your chest.

"If it weren't cheating, then what would you call it?" He snaps back, his tongue poking out to you to piss you off even more.

"You two are fucking?!" Jeno gasps, and everyone sighs at his slow attention span.

"Jesus Christ."

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WHAT BEST FRIENDS DO | n.jm

PAIRING. best friend(ish)! na jaemin x g.n. reader GENRE. high school! au, maybe secret relationship! au hihi, FLUFF, light humor WARNINGS. swearing, mentions of food WORD COUNT. 988 PROMPT(S). “i need a hug” NOTE. the drabble isn’t actually centered around the prompt i’m so sorry ; - ; but i still hope you liked this, anon who requested ><

When Jaemin entered the classroom, uniform freshly pressed, hair styled neatly, the first thing he saw was the ghostly apparition of you, sitting on your usual seat beside him— front desk, middle row— head down with your unbrushed hair covering your entire face. He shook his head, a minuscule smile on his face as he walked up to your unsuspecting figure.

“Morning.”

You did not answer, not even a slight budge or tell that you had heard him, save for the faint rocking of your head back and forth. An indication that you were almost, if not already, fast asleep.

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