#high schooler jaemin

[thoughtsforsoob]

their s/o is a teacher! - nct dream

a/n: lmao ig im just gonna have to ignore that hate ive been getting! I'm gonna write for nct dream this time because for some reasons some MOA's are not being very kind towards my work. That is not an attack towards MOA because I am one of the biggest MOA's I know...it's jut not fair that some of the people I should be cool with are being so incredibly rude...over and over. anyways, that is all from me on that. please enjoy! as always, requests are open!

(I'm gonna add a cut off here so if you don't wanna read, you don't have to)

☆ mark lee ☆

he thinks it's so cute, especially if you teach little ones (kindergarten/1st grade)

he loves asking you about your classroom and how your work is going

he even helps you grade students assignments and he loves seeing what they say on their assignments

he also likes seeing their art work

he meets your students when you have a classroom part and he helps you set up

they immediately start to ask 100 questions, like kids do, ad he is totally okay with it.

he enthusiastically answers all their questions and they love him

they always ask for him every day after that

☆ huang renjun ☆

renjun thinks it's funny if you teach middle school

he is too good at listening to what happened during your day

he laughs at all the stories of students running around and causing chaos

he love's looking at the assignments you give them and tries to do them himself

he whines when he can't get something right and whines even more when you tell him you students got 100% on that question

☆ lee jeno ☆

he's one that thinks you teaching the older ones is cool

you're actually a college professor so he think's that's WAY cooler

he enjoys hearing you talk about the subject you teach and love's to hear you talk about your students and the assignments you gave them

when you offer to give him a your of the campus you work at, he is jumping at the chance

he even buys gear from the university you work at and wears it all the time (the letterman style jacket you got him is his favorite! he wear's it often and even wore it during a soundcheck of one of nct dream's concerts).

you bump into a few students and say hello, introducing jeno as your boyfriend

☆ na jaemin ☆

you teach kindergartners and he adores it

you helps you set up the different bulletin boards in your classroom and helps you organize/set up everything else

he loves to ask you about your lesson plans and you always ask him for ideas for activities and he helps you every time

he really want's to meet the little ones so after the year is done and they are graduating, he attends the event

they ask you, "teacher, who is that handsome man you were with? is that your boyfriend?"

they all giggle and go "ooooo!" and you tell them yes, that's him!

they run to meet him after the ceremony

☆ lee haechan ☆

he would probably find it interesting if you teach high schoolers

since the first time you told him about all your students, he always asks about them and want's you to update them about how they're doing

his favorite thing to do for your students is to send them stuff!

he gives you money so you can buy them snacks for your classroom (and other supplies! my teachers in high school always had sanitary pads, tampons, snacks, and other stuff in them in case students needed them)

he wants to help you make sure your students feel safe in their classroom

he also funds the senior pizza party at the end of the year and even makes an appearance!

☆ zhong chenle ☆

I believe Chenle is also good with little ones since he's always posting with his family (especially his, I believe, little nephew)

he love's helping you choose coloring pages for your students to do when they're done with their minute math sheets (the stress it causes is always rewarded with coloring time!)

he also likes to buy nice supplies for you students

you tell hi not to do it, because kids love to break things and lose them, but he doesn't listen

he love's going supply shopping (he get's all the brand names like Crayola :0)

he also helps grade assignments!

☆ park jisung ☆

you teach middle school and he loves it

he loves hearing the stories of your students acting out during class because it makes him giggle

just give him a glare and he will stop laughing at your misfortune

he helps you grade their papers

sighs every time he get's a that says 'idk'

it's all fun and games until get's those papers...then he wants to flip the kitchen table other and help you quit your job

because he knows how much they stress you out, he's always making sure you're distressing at home.

fetching you a warm cup of coffee/tea, making/buying dinner, giving you massages, helping you with other class stuff.

#nct dream imagines #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct dream #mark x reader #renjun x reader #jeno x readers #jaemin x reader #haechan x reader #chenle x reader #jisung x reader

[duhnova]

HEY so if the dreamies were high schoolers

mlt do a big promposal for you in front of the entire school

MOST

haechan - he’d be so excited and jumping around while him and his friends set everything up in the cafeteria so that when you entered he could ask you to prom. he had balloons of your favorite color tied to the table he stood in front of along with a trail of flower petals that lead from the door you would enter from to where he was. the poor boy would be bouncing in his spot as you enter the cafeteria only to be met with his friends cheering and holding up signs that individually spelled out “prom?” - it was cute as everyone else cheered at you two kissing to seal the deal (of going to prom together).

jisung - he’d be so shy and cute while his friends around him set everything up. at first he didn’t like the thought of publicly asking you to prom until he watched others do it, and now he just hoped that you didn’t find it to cliché as he stood there at the end of the walkway with a sign that said something along the lines of “prom would be unBEARable without you.” and a teddy bear in his arms.

jeno - idk why but i feel like this boy would be a genius when it comes to setting up cute little contraptions like the one he set up in your locker. he worked throughout his free period to quickly set up the little confetti canon he rigged to go off when you opened the locker door. so when it was finally lunch time him and a few of his friends would stand by your locker and wait for you to open it, to be met with the banner that said “prom?” on it and a face full of sparkly confetti.

mark - he’d do a promposal just to be cheesy. he’d find the biggest open space on campus that he could and he would use a mix of flower petals, your favorite treats, and a couple props to spell out on the ground “can i steal you for prom?” (it would be a baseball themed promposal, idk why but it fits mark - like the word steal would be self out with his baseball gear and there might even be a base or two thrown in there)

jaemin - i feel like he’d ask you in the driest way possible at first, it would be right after the prom was announced and he’d crack a joke like “looks like you boys gotta find a date cause i already got one.” and his arm would just get slung over your shoulder. i feel like sooner or later though he’d realize that was a shitty way of “asking” you to prom so he’d go out of his way to buy your favorite food and then write something cheesy on the box that properly asked you to go to prom with him.

chenle - he would never entertain the thought of PUBLICLY asking you to do anything with him. at first he didn’t even think he had to ask you to go with him, he automatically assumed you were gonna go together since you’re dating. (oh boy was he wrong) after a quick scolding from his friends about being “romantic” he went to find where you were sitting with your own friends so he could ask you to prom - which consisted of him getting down on his knees like he was gonna actually propose and asking you to go to prom with him (his ears would go red from embarrassment when your friends would squeal at how cute he was being - which would remind him why he hated publicly doing things like this with you/ he’s not the biggest fan of PDA i feel like)

LEAST

#nct dream #nct dream asking you to prom #mtl nct dream #jeno #haechan #jisung #chenle #jaemin #mark lee

[sixzeroes]

Hello!! I am so excited for ditto whenever you decide to post it!! I just love the idea of family guy jaemin so much😩I also wanted to ask this silly question ... Is eunchae in ditto 16 years old ?(our country has a different education system so my brain automatically just shuts down when i hear the word "high schooler" lol)

oh my god same 😭 family guy jaemin is just… the way he treats dream makes me delusional 🥹🥹

i actually haven’t decided on an age for eunchae, but i normally like to stick close to the idol’s actual age, so you can assume she’ll be 16–17 unless stated otherwise!! i’ll be mostly following the korean education system, so for both unis and high school, the new school year starts in march ^^ eunchae will approx be grade ten in korea!

#nabimsg #anonymous #series: no celestial #fic: ditto (hope you feel the same) #not a silly question btw!! i’ve kinda fused my two cultures into one so it’ll def be confusing to those who r not korean or north american 😭

[starryseo]

high schooler!jaemin

my pRECIOUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSS

im sososo excited to write this because i loVE NANA sosososo much,, i miss him terribly but i hope that if and when he returns he is super happy and healthy so he can carry on making m e m o r i e s. sm need to update us more on him :((

sOO0o0oO0O0o0oooo0OOOO0o

ok so ma boi na jaemin

is literally loved by everyone in that school

and they all know him as the Smiley Kid™

like they may not even be in a class with him

mAY NOT even be in his year

but they have seen him around school

and i GUARANTEE he was smiling so everyone just knows who he is

they also know him bc he once started this petition

initially, the school didnt have a badminton club

and nana was just like ???/ badminton is love what the heck????

so he b e g g e d the sports teacher to start a club

and the teacher loves nana bc he’s always so active and supportive and just amaZING in their class,,,,, so they give him a chance

but they cant just start a club outta nowhere yknow?

so they’re like, if you get enough people to support you then i’ll talk to the head teacher and see what we can do ok?

so thIS BOI RAN OUT and started just asking literally e v e r y o n e in the school to sign this paper so the club would happen

and like who can say no to his smile??? it literally makes my heart weAK

the dreamies were the first to sign obviously

even donghyuck

but he only done it after nana said he’d post the old baby photos of hyuck everywhere aha love this boy

those baby photos??? he got them from hyuck’s mum lmao

yeah hes the kinda kid to talk with the other dreamies’ parents - mainly the mums because hes just such ??? a darling? ???

obviously he got enough signatures and he did not stop smiling for like a week bc badminton club!!!!! is finally a thing!!!!

he and mark are always the first to turn up and honestly some ppl just go to watch the two of them have a match

when hes not sparring w/ mark hes super kind and helps out others that are playing but struggling

which just makes everyone love him even more

he and jeno always get lockers full of confessions

and hes such a cutie he has the notes all saved in a shoe box under his bed

i say “a shoe box” but like he has so many notes there are like 20 boxes lmao rip

and whenever he gets chocolates or smth he always shares them with the dreamies

he also tries to help the others out whenever he can

like,, running lines with jeno for his auditions,,,,, helping out jisung and chenle with their homework etc.

he also encouraged mark the first time he wrote a poem to get it published in the school paper,, mark was heckin’ nervous so nana suggested sending it in anonymously, and mark just continued with it

also!!!!! this boy!!! i know i said renjun has like the bEST food in his lunch boxes, but jaemin is a close second

he always packs fruit with him and like its so ?? cute???

he spends the previous night chopping up the fruit - apples, bananas, mangoes, pomegranates, grapes, oranges, you name it - and then puts it in the fridge so it’s all fresh for lunch tomorrow.

uses a separate container for it and theres just s o  m u c h fruit

he brings in 7 forks as well because he kNOWS !!!!1 the others are gonna take some from him

alsooo he is The Hoverboard Master™

lowkey gets frustrated when jisung challenges him

but is highkey supeeerrrr !! happy!!! when he beats jisung

insert the dreamies just disappointingly head shaking as jisung fake cries

“youre seriously not gonna let the kid win??” - mark

“even im not that cruel” - hyuck

but nana #dontgiveafuck bc he just won hAH TAKE THAT @JISUNG [had to make sure i didnt tag a blog there lmao rip]

mm so yall prolly met bc of a mutual dislike for sociology

ok so this part may be rubbish bc i know nothing abt sociology lmao so idk bare with me

yall were in the same class and the teacher set a partner project for the last term which she would test you on

1) ew partner projects #amirite 2) ew sociology #amiriteagain

cliche move: yall got paired up together

the project was basically one where you guys could freely talk about any topic relating to modern day society

you guys had to prepare a powerpoint expressing contrasting views to the topic and then also include your own

didnt seem hard enough, but since you were being graded on this you had to put in 110% effort overachievers ayyyy

so yall got to work, tryna think of what topic you could write about

and after much debate and thinking you both eventually agreed on writing about how social media portray young men

first yall were gonna do women but felt that others may do that,,,, and also that the expectations men had werent spoken of as much so this would be interesting

in lesson you made a quick plan about how you were gonna go about this

decided that it’d be best if you both worked on the powerpoint together, but done research separately so you could just merge the two when making the powerpoint. like, nana would find bad views and you would find good ones.

so you went your separate ways after that lesson and met up the next day

yall chilled out in the library after school and started your individual researching

and after like the first hour the cuTIE asks if youre hungry and youre like yeah a lil’ bit, so you guys pack up your stuff and head down the street to the cafe and eat a bit there

he pays even tho you had previously agreed to split it :(((

and youre just like “hey we should just base our project on you-”

jaemin: “a nice young man that pays the bills?”

you: “a lying young man who said we’d split but stole the bill before i could do anything. im writing bad things about you now”

jaemin: “YOURE BEING BIASED, THATS UNFAIR–”

you: “idc :))))”

yall were just kidding obvs

after eating you guys head back to the cafe for like another hour of researching

and you decided that tomorrow you’d make a start on the powerpoint

so yall say bye, meet up tomorrow after school bc theres no sociology lesson, and do the same thing as yesterday

including the cafe dateeeee ;))))) 

you make a start on the powerpoint and like hes such a perfectionist

like “no, no, no y/n move the title a bit to the right. no no ! your other right,,,, aaa no youve moved it too much !!!!”

“um,,,,, im not really feeling this navy blue, use that green instead,,, actuallyyyyy, what about that purple over there????”

after he starts shouting out hex codes to use you give up and just let him take the mouse

he ends up keeping the initial navy blue lmao

so after that hectic day and jaemin’s complaining youve managed to do just. your. first. slide.

but it has a super c00l background and animations so yeah very productive !!!

this basically continues for the next 3 weeks, with you guys presenting in the 4th week.

when it comes to the presentation day yall were vvvv nervous going up bc you get graded on how you present it as well, not just the info :’))))

but the whole thing runs super smoothly bc na jaemin flashed thAT SMILE @ YOU AND ALL YOUR WORRIES DISAPPEARED BEFORE YOU GUYS EVEN INTRODUCED THE TOPIC

the whole thing went really well, you guys took turn answering questions your peers and the teacher threw at you and when yall were done he sMILED AGAIN !!!!! and like yall felt super confident bc that went hecking well

when you got your results back it was an A*/ A+ and nana sent a message to you like “OMGGGGGGG WE DID IT!!! YESSSS!!!! MY AMAZING HARD WORK PAID OFF”

“***ouR AMAZING HARD WORK,,, BUT LIKE IM PRETTY SURE IT WAS MY AMAZING HEX CODES THAT SEALED THE DEAL”

yall decided to celebrate at the cafe that you frequented

the old lady that owned the place knew you guys really well bc of the project

she’d be constantly refuelling you guys so she knew about the project too LMAO

and so when you guys told her that you guys aced the project she was super happy too and she was like “your food is on the house ily !!!!”

so like whoop whoop !! free food !

and you guys kept up that tradition during the summer holidays, meeting up at the cafe

and like the employees there knew you both so well

they started a bet like “how long until they walk in here holding hands one day and start dating???”

jaemin accidentally calls you sweetie or smth and you both just hear the old lady scream “yeSSSS!!! I WON!!!!! PAY UP WORKERSsss!!!! FREE FOOD FOR YOU, JAEMIN + Y/N!!!”

yall were confused as heck buT FREE FOOD !!!

i aint even surprised this was my longest one i love na jaemin

#i started this yesterday #and then just watched youtube + played bo2 #and my laptop started dying #so it took so long riiiip #but here it is #ma boi na jaemin in school yes pls #nct writing #nct imagines #nct na jaemin #na jaemin #nct scenarios #nct dream #nct fluff #bulleted imagine #dreamies #nct #jaemin in high school #boyfriend jaemin #nct school #high schooler jaemin #nct headcanon #jmn #nct jaemin fluff

[sprinklesofktrash]

Gate away sex  -n.jaemin

Pairing: Husband! Jaemin x fem reader

Warnings: Smut, throat fucking, teasing, receiving/giving head, fingering, swearing, filthy, public fingering [?], Jaemin being a dom, a little fluff, horny Jaemin, dirty talks, riding, and just pure nasty. 

Word Counts: 3.5k

Summary: Jaemin suggest to take a little vacation away from the kids to appreciate their marriage. He mainly just want to fuck you by the beach. 

“Daddy! Daddy!” Your son calls out for your husband. Jaemin came out of the bathroom, and pick up your 4-year-old son. “Mommy said she sick” your son pointed at you. Where you’re pretending to sleep.

Jaemin came to the couch to feel your temperature with his hand. “Sick of you!” Your son begins laughing. You wake up and laugh with him.

Jaemin gasp at your son down as you both laugh at him. Jaemin glares at you two. “You have to stay away from mommy, she’s teaching you bad things,” He tells your son. You pick him up and set him on your lap.

“Tell daddy, no, you love mommy” You whisper in your son’s ear.

“I love mommy” your son smiles at Jaemin and leans in to kiss your cheek. You giggle and hug your son.

Then the baby monitor went off, you and Jaemin exchanged eye contact.

‘It’s your turn’ you shoot him a look.

‘It was mine at 2 am!’ He sends you another look.

The cry got louder, Jaemin sighed and went to the room. He came back a few seconds later with your daughter in his arms.

“This is why Binna is my favorite” Jaemin smiles as he plants tiny kisses on your 2-year-old.

“It’s okay, Jiho mommy always loves you” You lean in to kiss your son’s cheek. You put on a movie while all of you lay on the couch together. Your son had fallen asleep so you took him to his room.

You came back, Binna was also asleep in Jaemin’s arm. You pat your husband’s arm as he woke up. Jaemin look down at Binna who was still asleep. You mention to him to put her in her room.

You turn off the tv and went to your room. Jaemin soon joined after you. He falls on the bed with a groan.

“I’m so tired baby” He groan and drag himself on the bed. Your laugh and kiss his cheek.

“You’re amazing as always” Jaemin pulls you into his arms as the two of you spoon in the quiet room.

“I’ve been thinking, why don’t we take a little vacation, just us two. We can drop the kids off at my parents” he suggests. You weren’t sure about the idea.

“Jae, Binna is still little. I don’t know if your mom can handle it” you felt bad. You didn’t want his mom to take care of a crying baby while you’re out on vacation.

“That’s why I talked to her” Jaemin said. You gasp and sit up. “I know, I should’ve talked to you first but she wants to do it! Come on baby, think about it. We haven’t been on vacation since our honeymoon” Jaemin beg.

Yeah, if you weren’t too horny we would’ve still been on vacation.

“Are you sure your mom can do it?” You have to double-check. Jaemin nodded.

“I am so sure” He put his hand over his heart.

“Fine, but only for 4 days!” You told him. He cheers, you quickly shush him before Binna wakes up. The two of you look at the door, waiting for Binna to cry but she didn’t.

Jaemin tackles you with kisses. “I love you, I love you!” He leans in and kisses your lips. You lay over his chest with your legs wrapped around his.

“Where do you think we should go?” You whispered.

“Where do you want to go?” Jaemin asks, looking at you for an answer.  

“Somewhere warm!” You said. Jaemin agreed.

“Hmm, Bali? We haven’t been there” he suggests. You nodded. “Yes!”

Jaemin looks down at you, “so Bali?” He asks. You nodded. You and Jaemin shriek like high schoolers.

The two of you were excited about this little gateway.

The two of you made it to Bali, you kept checking on your kids as Jaemin check-in. “Baby, can you not use your phone? This is our time” he says as you check the last photo of your kids that his mom had sent you.

“They’re so cute” you showed him the same picture. Jaemin rolls his eyes, this would be your 3rd time crying over the same picture. Jaemin snatches your phone and puts it in his pocket. You groan, “Jaemin!” You pout. He took the keycard from the receptionist, “No, you’ll get it back after our four days is up” he said sternly. You lower your head.

“Look at the view, this is breathtaking” he leads you to the window showing the beautiful scenery. He wasn’t joking. It was beautiful! The resort overlooks the beautiful blue water surrounded by mountains. You take Jaemin hand in yours and squeeze, “I’m glad I’m here you.” Jaemin smiles and leans down to kiss you.

The two of you went to your suite, you went to the balcony to feel the warm air hugging you. The smell of fresh water and sand. “I was thinking to eat dinner tonight, what do you say?” Jaemin asks as he unpacks. You nodded. You went to the bed and lay down. You watch Jaemin putting away his stuff.

“Come here, let’s cuddle. I haven’t been stressed in 24 hours and you look really hot” you pat the empty spot beside you. Jaemin smirk and lay beside you. The two of you cuddle with each other, letting the warm airflow inside the room.

“I hope you brought something sexy tonight” Jaemin looks down at you. You smirk, “why? You want to take it off from me tonight?” You raise your eyebrows.

“If you let me” he leaned in his head closer to you. “You can rip it off of me” You smile as he was about to kiss you, you move away. Jaemin groan. “You’re teasing now” he pouts. You got on top of him, “no I’m not” as you grind over his crotch. Jaemin bit his lip, his hands landed over your waist.

“I might as well take that clothes of you right now” he plays with the hem of your jeans. You shake your head no, “save it for tonight baby, we have all four days” You wink down at him. He grabs your shirt and pulls you down.

“I don’t want any tease” he whispers in your ears. “Do anything Jae, I’m all yours after all” You kiss his lips.

After dinner, you and Jaemin took a little walk down by the beach. The two of you rested on the sand, just admiring the cool breeze and the sound of the ocean. There’s nothing you could see but darkness since it was dark.

Jaemin sat behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist. “Are we weird sitting by the ocean looking at nothing?” Jaemin cracks a joke. You laughed.

“No, I think people are sitting down somewhere just to hear the tides,” you told him. Jaemin hum in your ear.

“What if you didn’t say yes to me when I asked you to marry me?” Jaemin asks. Your fingers were playing with his large hands.

“Jae, I would never say no to you. Meeting you was the best thing that has ever happened to me” you kiss his hand.

“Awh,” he cooed. “I still can’t believe I met you. I will never stop loving you. Ever!” He leans in to kiss your shoulder.

“Even if I turn into a worm?” You joked. “Even if you turn into a worm” he chuckles. You turn around and kiss his lips.

“I could fuck you right now” you whispered in his ear. Jaemin was taken back. He glances around and smirks. “Here?” He asks.

“Are you crazy? We’re sitting on sand” You told him dumbfounded.

“Oh, let me finger you then” He whispered. You bit your lips. “Sit” there was a hint of demand in his tone.

You listen. His hand travels up your skirt and begins teasing you over your thin cloth. You moan as his fingers touch your sensitive spot.

“I love hearing you moan baby” Jaemin whispers in your ear. You grip onto his arms as you spread your legs wider for him to enter.

“Tell me you want me,” he says. His fingers were teasing you as he kept passing your hole.

“Fuck Jaemin, I need you” you groan. You felt Jaemin smirk behind you and insert two fingers inside of you.

Jaemin pumping his fingers inside of you while you grip into his skin from the feeling he’s giving you. The sound was muffled by the waves crashing into the shore. You could moan as much as you want and no one could hear you.

“Your fingers are so long” you moan as he pumps faster. You felt you were about to come, “I feel you, baby, come,” Jaemin says. You close your eyes as you release yourself.

“Why don’t we finish this in the hotel room” he smirks. You nodded. You both stand up and head back to the room.

“You look really hot right now Jaemin” you roam your hands all over his body. Jaemin smirk, “oh yeah? Do you want me to take my shirt off?”

“Hmmm” you nodded. Jaemin unbutton his shirt as he kept his eyes on you. “Take off your dress, baby” he bit his lips. You unzip your dress as it slips right of you, showing your bare chest and the thong you had put on.

Jaemin pushes you down on the bed as he stands at the edge of the bed. You look up at him as you unbuckle his belt. “I’m so hard for you right now baby” Jaemin groans as he pulls your chin up to look at him.

You let his pant slip down and take his brief off making his cock bounce up. You bit your lips. “Fuck yes you are” you moan as you wrap your hand around his cock. Jaemin groans as he closes his eyes, feeling your hands stroking his length.

“Suck it” he demands. You hum before wrapping your lips around his hard cock. Jaemin moans as his dick touch your tongue. You kept your eyes on him as he look down while you sucked him.

Jaemin smirk before holding your hair back. “You look so pretty with my cock around your mouth” his voice was low and husky.

“You just know how to suck this cock huh?” He groans as you deepthroat him. “Fuck” he moans. He thrust his hips into your mouth like your mouth so he can feel it touching your throat.

“Let me fuck you” Jaemin growled. You nodded as you wipe the saliva that drips down to your chin.

He made you turn around as your ass stuck out at the edge of the bed. You look at your reflection at the window. With your legs spread out, Jaemin took this chance to admire how good and juicy your folds are.

Jaemin kneels as he spits into your wet fold and begins licking it. Kissing your folds up and down. You groan and lay your head on the sheet. Jaemin’s mouth drill inside your pussy, tasting it.

“Fuck Jaemin” you groan. Jaemin hand begins playing with your clit making you close your legs. Jaemin hisses and makes you spread your legs back open by slapping your ass.

“You taste so good baby” he groans into your pussy. After the lick of everything dry, Jaemin stands up and aligns himself with you.

He looks at his reflection in the window and thrust himself inside of you. The two of you moan loudly. You grip onto the sheets.

“So tight” Jaemin groaned. You groan every time he thrusts into you, you could feel it reach into your stomach.

Jaemin grabs your hands and rests them on your back. You hold on to his wrist as he pumps inside of you. “Fuck Jae!” You cried. Jaemin hiss when he felt you clench your walls around him, he hold on to both of your wrists and begin thrusting faster.

“Shit, shit, shit!” You moan as you came. Jaemin didn’t stop, he kept thrusting himself inside of you.

“You have to last until I come” Jaemin demands. You nodded into the bed. “Say yes!” He raises his voice.

“Y-yes Jaemin” you groan. Jaemin smirked, he took out his cock. You look behind you, “lay down with your head at the edge of the bed” he demand.

You lay on your back as your head hung over the edge of the bed. Jaemin gently slap your cheek, “open your mouth” he says, you followed. Jaemin drove his dick inside of your mouth.

You groan as he thrust his cock inside of your mouth. Jaemin groans as he plays with your pussy. He then begins licking your clit, tasting your juice. He didn’t slow down as he fuck your throat.

“I want you to taste your juice around my cock” he says. You gag a few times as you felt the saliva building up in the back of your throat.

Jaemin removes himself as you gasp for air. He smirked, “you’re so hot” Jaemin helped you up.

“Let me ride you” you whispered. Jaemin nodded as he lay down on his back. You climb over him.

You lean in to kiss his lips as you slowly go down on his dick. Jaemin moans into your lips. You begin to go up and down and maintain eye contact with him.

Jaemin hands roam down to your ass and slap it. “Fuck you love riding his cock don’t you?” He grins. “I fucking love you cock” you moan as you sit up and begin to rock back and forth, holding his chest for support.

“Your cock feels so good inside of me” you groan as you felt it moving inside of you. Jaemin was amazed by the way you look. His eyes watched how his dick moved in and out of you while your breasts move along with you.

You rock your hips in a circle, Jaemin groans and jerk a few times. “Fuck baby, that feels good” he groans. You found out something he likes. You begin to keep moving your hips in a circle and change it a few times. 

“You like it when I fuck you like that?” You smirk. Jaemin eyes open, “fuck yes,” he says. You did it again as he close his eyes and grab your hips.

He begins to move your hood back and forth making you moan louder at the feeling. “Fuck! I could feel you” you groan as your head fell backward. Your hands hold on to his thighs.

“Shit baby, you’re going to make me cum” Jaemin groaned. You grab onto the headboard and begin grinding on him. “Fuck yes” Jaemin groaned.

You went faster to make him cum. Jaemin grip onto your ass tighter as you kept your pace steady. “Fuck, I’m coming” He groaned. He stop you from moving as he move his hips inside of you and came.

You smile as Jaemin kept his eyes close. You lean in to lay on the crook of his neck. “When did you learn how to move like that?” Jaemin as you rub your back.

“I pick up a few things online” you kiss his neck. “Thank you to that person” he chuckles tiredly.

“Are you tired baby?” You ask him as your hand stroke his cheek.

“Not really” he smiles. You prop your elbow beside his head and look at him. “Let’s go on the jacuzzi, I can show you something else I learned” you wink at him. Jaemin’s mouth open a bit. You got off of him, making him groan from the orgasm he had a few minutes ago.

You head over to the balcony, Jaemin eyes roam all over your body as he watches you go to the balcony and start the water.

Jaemin smirked as he got up wiped the cum off his cock and head out to where you were. Jaemin slaps your ass and grip onto it. “Hmm, I can’t wait for round two” He whispered in your ear.

“And three and four” you continued. Jaemin laughs at you because he doesn’t know where this burst of energy came from. He’s not complaining though.

Suddenly you stop moving, Jaemin wondering why. “I wonder what my babies are doing” you suddenly remembered you were a mom.

Jaemin rolls his eyes, “honey, seriously?!” He asks. You nodded, your eyes practically begging Jaemin to let you use your phone. “Ugh, you’re so cute but so hot. Go call them and we’ll finish this after” Jaemin says. You shriek and lean in to kiss his cheek.

“Don’t fall asleep!” You said sternly. Jaemin nodded. He got inside the jacuzzi and relax as the water gave him a massage. Jaemin looks inside as he listens to your conversation with the kids.

Jaemin smiles, he’s glad he met someone who’s a good mother and also a good wife. He watches you turn around as you continue talking on the phone. You send him a kiss as he sends you one back.

You and Jaemin had woke up early the next morning, you both wanted to see the sunrise together. The two of you walk down to the beach with both of your hands in each other. The two of you sat down on the sand and watch the beautiful colors of orange, yellow, and blue tones of the sky. You look at your husband, the way his skin was shining from the sun.

“What?” He smiles when he notices you staring at him.

“You’re so handsome” You cup his cheek. Jaemin blushes as he pulls your chin closer to him and kisses your lips passionately.

“I love you a lot” Jaemin whispered as he kiss your forehead and rest his head on yours. The two of you watch the sky turn blue wrapping in each other’s arms.

“What should we do today?” Jaemin asks as he rocks you back and forth.

“Let’s go see monkeys!” You gasp. Jaemin furrowed his brows, “Hell no! What if they bite me? Or you!” Jaemin shakes his head.

You pout, “please, I’ll protect you” you to take his hand in yours. Jaemin wasn’t fond of the idea but since you wanted to go he’s willing to take you.

“Fine, but one wrong thing we’re leaving!” He says. You cheered.

The whole time at the monkey sanctuary, Jaemin was stiff. He clung to you whenever the monkey lands on his shoulder. You laugh as you try feeding them. “Babe, he’s scratching my ear. I don’t like this, get him off of me” Jaemin panicked as the worker laughed and take the monkey off of him.

“Baby, calm down. Why are you so tense?” Your laugh and hug him. “He’s looking at me funny” Jaemin says as the two of you look at the monkey who was laughing at Jaemin for being scared.

“He’s laughing at you” You laughed. Jaemin rolls his eyes. When it was your turn, the monkey seem to like you as he clung to you and didn’t want to let you go. Jaemin started to get jealous.

“Alright, get off my wife,” Jaemin says. You laugh as you hug the monkey.

“My husband is scared of you, but you’re the cutest little thing” you murmur. The monkey laughs. You look at Jaemin who was giving nasty look at the monkey. The monkey jumps back to its owner as you wave by at him. The monkey wave back. You wrap your arms around Jaemin and tease him.

“I can’t believe that monkey almost gives me a divorce,” Jaemin says, you laugh.

“Come on, I would never leave my big baby” You squeeze him. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous” You chuckle and pinch his cheek.

“You know what would be good right now?” You know that face he was making. You smile, “let’s go eat!” You joke.

“No, babe no-“ you cut him off. “After we eat, I’ll put your jealousy away” you whispered to him. Jaemin smirked, he quickly nodded to the idea.

You let out a soft chuckle, “I can’t believe you’re so jealous of a monkey” You shake your head in disbelief. Jaemin started defending himself as you both head to a local restaurant.

“I have a new story to tell all my friends now” you smirk. Jaemin stops you, “don’t tell anyone this! This is embarrassing!” He groans.

“Exactly” you pinch his soft cheek. “I won’t tell if you make it right tonight” You wink at him. Jaemin mouth opens a little and pulls you into his arm.

“Baby, you know I will” He whispered seductively in your ear. You look down at his growing print. “Seriously Jaemin, you’re hard right now” You groan and cover. him with your body.

“I can’t resist, you look good right now” Jaemin arms snake down to your waist. “I want you” he whispered.

You shake your head no, “We’re eating first and then you can relieve yourself later” you said sternly. Jaemin groans and tugs on your dress.

“No Jaemin, I’m hungry!” You fought back. Jaemin huff and cross his arms, “Fine. I’ll punish you later” He said as he lead himself into the restaurant.

As much as you like the idea you need to feed yourself. It was too humid and you were hungry. You could pass out from the heat. You catch up with your husband as you both carry on the vacation full of memories and romantic sex.

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[tyonfs]

cat & mouse

❝ rule number one of bro code states that sisters are completely off-limits, and, y/n, we just pushed that limit. ❞

PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, crack, fluff, college au, friends with benefits au

WARNINGS ▸ lots of !! sexual tension !! and jaemin acting like a dick, protective big brother!jaehyun, lots of sneaking around, jaemin calls you princess a lot, teasing, fingering, alcohol consumption, hooking up, thigh riding, smut, oral sex, aftercare

SUMMARY ▸ tired of meaningless hookups and dull parties, na jaemin had always been hesitant to indulge himself. that is, of course, until he met you. however, upon realizing you’re none other than jeong jaehyun’s little sister, jaemin has to keep his relationship with you under wraps to make sure his team captain doesn’t find out. 

PLAYLIST ▸ move! by niki • playinwitme by kyle (feat. kehlani)

WORD COUNT ▸ 17713 words

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AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ thank you so much for all of your love and support !! it’s beyond me & i hope you guys enjoy this ! part of the dunk shot! series but it can be read separately ♡

NA JAEMIN HATED PARTIES.

In the same vein, he hated basketball to an extent. It wasn’t the sport itself that he despised, it was the commitments that followed it. As a vital player on the team, he was obligated to attend every afterparty despite how much he loathed parties. Yet, what he couldn’t stand was being nagged by his teammates, so Jaemin went to the parties. He went to the parties and drank until he was numb and the party was tolerable.

He didn’t even like drinking that much, but he didn’t have much of a choice when most of the members of the basketball team were his seniors. Jaemin was pretty sure his brain cells depleted one-by-one every time he took a shot, but sometimes he got away with faking his alcohol intake when the others were too drunk to keep track. His best friend, Lee Jeno, on the other hand, lived for parties like this. Jaemin used that to his advantage; Jeno was the perfect target to hand off his unwanted shots to.

“Jaemin!” Jeong Jaehyun, the captain of the basketball team, made his presence known easily. After all, the parties were always hosted at his house. “Let’s do a love shot.”

If it were anyone else, Jaemin would’ve turned them down with some sarcastic, witty comeback. However, Jaehyun was different. Jaemin admired him since they were high schoolers on the basketball team. Jaehyun was two years older but his skills were on another level. Jaemin had always worked to see if he could surpass him but to no avail.

“Sure.” Jaemin got off of the couch, where he was aimlessly scrolling through his social media and observing the party. He followed Jaehyun to the kitchen counter. “You got tequila?”

It was a stupid question. Jaehyun was loaded; his supply of alcohol seemed endless.

“Of course,” Jaehyun replied. He took a red solo cup and measured a shot of tequila. “By the way, why don’t you talk to any of the girls here? You seem tense. You should get laid.”

It wasn’t like Jaemin intentionally avoided the girls. He just had no interest in people who wanted to blindly hook-up and forget about it the next morning. He didn’t completely ignore them either. Jaemin distinctly remembered a pretty blonde passing him her vape pen, which he politely refused. While he didn’t mind destroying his liver, he wanted to keep his lungs intact.

“There’s no one here I want to fuck,” was Jaemin’s impassive response. “Especially not when they’re drunk off their ass.”

“Is that so? How much did you drink tonight?”

“This is my third or fourth shot, I think.”

Jaehyun snorted and held out the red solo cup to him. “Well, here’s to your intact virginity.”

“I’m not a virgin.” Jaemin took the cup and swished its contents around. “Can’t we toast to something more practical? Like basketball?”

A chuckle escaped Jaehyun’s lips, bemused like a father to his son. He eyed Jaemin as he held the red solo cup to his lips. “Ready?”

Jaehyun didn’t wait for Jaemin, though. He tipped his cup up, downing the contents, and Jaemin followed suit as quickly as he could. The tequila was a smooth burn down his throat, but it made Jaemin feel slow and hazy. The fire spread across his chest, spreading to his arms, legs, and then his head. He felt fuzzy and was sure he had hit his limit for the night.

Jaemin took an unstable step forward, and Jaehyun put a firm hand on his shoulder, asking, “You good?” to which Jaemin answered with a dazed nod. With a grin, Jaehyun patted his back firmly. “See you when we’re both conscious again, man.”

The next thirty minutes were a blur. Jaemin found himself at a beer pong table and, in his drunken state, pretended he was practicing his free throws while he relished the crowd cheering him on. He felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, cheering wildly at the side until he got a headache. Eventually, the house felt too stuffy and he decided to go out to the backyard to let his buzz fade out.

Outside wasn’t any better. The cheers were louder outside and the music was still blasting. The fog in Jaemin’s head thickened and he was sure he felt hands trying to guide him to the pool, but he brushed them off. He narrowed his eyes onto a lawn chair and willed himself to walk straight towards it.

Sit, he ordered himself. Do not get in the pool and make a fool out of yourself.

After pushing past a few of his teammates and the girls hovering around them, Jaemin’s knees buckled under him as soon as he got to the lawn chair. It was damp when he sat down, but he was too drunk and dazed to care. Jaemin looked up at the sky, unfocused, and was only pulled from his thoughts when his phone went off.

annoying jeno: where tf did u go? this girl wants me to introduce her to u

It was time for another shot.

Jaemin felt heavy. He sat up, running a hand through his disheveled hair, and spotted a red solo cup on the side table to his right. He reached for it and inspected the contents, sloshing it around sluggishly until he noticed a pair of eyes boring into him.

You were isolating yourself from the rest of the party, just like him. You weren’t giving him the sex eyes like he had expected; you looked more confused. Unlike Jaemin, you looked much more sober and functional. It was painfully obvious by the way Jaemin couldn’t seem to focus on you without seeing double.

He wasn’t sure if it was because of the alcohol in his system, but Jaemin had no idea who you were, but fuck, he wanted to. He pushed it down, though. Hookups were never fulfilling, and Jaemin wasn’t here to let himself go.

“Why are you staring at me?” Jaemin asked in a low voice, trying to speak coherently without slurring his words. He wasn’t sure if it worked, but you seemed to understand.

To his surprise, you fired a question back at him. “What are you doing?”

Jaemin wasn’t sure how to answer that. He was obviously drunk off his ass, so what was he supposed to explain when it was clear as day?

“Waiting for this stupid party to be over,” Jaemin replied. He dropped his gaze back to the cup he held on his lap. “Why are you still staring? I’m not interested.”

“You’re holding my drink.”

Jaemin stilled. He looked between you and the cup for a moment before muttering a pathetic “oh.” He flushed and held the cup out to you. “Sorry.”

You took the cup gingerly and downed your shot before advising him, “You know, you shouldn’t be taking random cups and drinking from them at parties. You never know what they could be laced with.”

Jaemin’s head lolled to the side, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He didn’t want to join the party, but he didn’t want to sit back and be scolded. He was debating making a run for the fence in Jaehyun’s backyard. His house was only a few blocks away and he was pretty sure he’d be sober enough to make it. Jeno, however, was the obstacle he was worried about. If he ran off without telling Jeno (who was going to disapprove anyway), he was sure to get an earful the next day.

“Also,” you continued, “don’t go around assuming every girl who looks in your general direction wants to fuck you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jaemin grumbled, too drained to argue back. “Shouldn’t you be partying with everyone? It’s depressing over here.”

“This isn’t my party to celebrate,” you said, biting down on the rim of your cup delicately. “I’m just here for the drinks.”

Jaemin didn’t know what to say to that, so he decided to introduce himself. “I’m Na Jaemin, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you replied. “Pleasure to meet you, Na Jaemin.”

Jaemin’s eyelashes were obscuring his vision as he tried to squint to make you out. He wasn’t sure if it was the drunken stupor, but you were breathtaking. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that Jaemin was currently seeing double of you. Jaemin wasn’t sure how he had ever missed you at any of the other parties (if you even showed up to those), but he was glad he snuck away to the backyard now.

Jaemin turned back to look at the scene before him, full of shrieks and shouts from partygoers as they danced off-beat to the blasting music. He almost didn’t notice the ultimate bastard, Yuta Nakamoto, walking over with his eyes set on not Jaemin, but you. Yuta only seemed to see Jaemin when he neared the two and, despite the awkward pause in the air, held his hand up to fistbump him. Jaemin lazily returned it, not really processing until seconds later when Yuta had already passed him.

It wasn’t that Yuta and Jaemin had any bad blood between them. Rather, Jaemin found the older boy quite fun to be around, and on top of that, he was a really supportive and caring teammate. However, when it came to parties, Yuta tended to be a lot more high-energy than Jaemin was.

“Hey, Y/N,” Yuta crooned deviously, standing over you with his hands shoved in his pockets. He crouched down so he was at eye-level with you, holding onto the arm of your chair. “Care to dance with me?”

“Yuta Nakamoto,” you drawled, a smile appearing on your lips. “I’m good over here, but you go have fun.”

Yuta stood up again, a cat-like grin spreading from ear-to-ear across his face as he stepped back toward the pool. “You’re gonna miss out, Y/N. You cool with that?”

The smile never left your lips as you rolled your eyes at him. Yuta turned to dive into the pool, making Jaemin’s nose scrunch as the splash was big enough to get water on his clothes. When Yuta surfaced, he smoothed his hair back and wiped the excess water from his face. He caught your eye again, winking before swimming toward Jungwoo and splashing him, leaving you shaking your head and chuckling.

“You two close?” Jaemin asked in a mumble, not quite sure where he was going with the sudden conversation.

You were shocked momentarily, but smiled when you looked over at Jaemin. “Let’s just say he wants to get in my pants but I find the age gap inappropriate.”

Jaemin snorted. “Really? How old are you?”

“Nineteen.”

Jaemin rose a brow. He was just a year older than you but not so far off from Yuta. He hadn’t seen many college students be so conscious of a legal age difference of a year or two. After all, nearly everyone was an adult anyway.

“That’s not so far off from Yuta,” he told you.

You hid a smile, nearly going unnoticed under the dim light, but Jaemin had just caught it in time. “He’s like, my brother’s age,” you replied. “It’s just weird.”

Jaemin didn’t really get it, but he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to. He was an only child so he didn’t really think his opinion was valid anyway. Yet, he must have been looking at you weird because you bit your lip and shrunk under his gaze. Jaemin swallowed and turned back to look down at his feet, trying to get his head out of the clouds, but the buzz was still too strong.

He couldn’t stop himself from blurting out, “What if it was me?”

“Huh?”

He wasn’t looking at you but he could feel your gaze boring into him. Jaemin wanted to melt into a puddle then and there. He was never the type to make a move like that, usually expecting girls to approach him, but now that he did, his skin was crawling with shame. Although, he figured it wouldn’t be too bad if he ended the night in bed with you.

Jaemin worked up the courage to turn his gaze to you. “I’m a year older than you. Would you be down if it was me?”

“Yeah,” you admitted bluntly, causing the tips of Jaemin’s ears to go red. “But I don’t know you, so…”

“Do you want to?” he asked, then clarified, “Get to know me, I mean.”

The two of you were silent for a moment, and it was far more deafening than the booming party around them. Jaemin’s gaze dropped from your face to look back at the college students wading around in the pool. Someone must have messed with the pool because it had started to fill up with bubbles, making the crowd cheer louder. Entranced, Jaemin nearly didn’t notice you when you were standing right over him. He arched a brow at you, scooting back a little out of shock.

“Do you want to get out of here then?”

You were smiling coyly and Jaemin didn’t have the willpower to resist anymore. He stood up, looking around for Jeno, before turning to you and nodding. Everyone was so consumed with the pool foaming up that it would be easy for them to escape from the backyard.

“I’m way too drunk to drive, but we can go for a walk,” Jaemin suggested, leading her out through the backyard fence. He had escaped from there countless times, only for Jeno to drag him back, but this time, Jeno was preoccupied.

Yet, something unsettled him about not informing his best friend, so he decided to shoot him a quick text.

jaemin: i’ll see u back home, i’m with a girl lol

annoying jeno: deadass? have fun

Now, at least Jaemin had one thing off his chest.

“So what’s your deal?” Jaemin asked you as he tried to focus on walking in a straight line. “You have guys like Yuta Nakamoto lining up for you and you’re passing up my boy?”

“If he’s your boy then why are you trying to make a pass at me?” you shot back, grabbing his arm to provide leverage when he stumbled.

“Touché,” Jaemin grumbled. “It’s not like he was scoring, so I might as well shoot my shot.”

“Did you score?”

The corner of Jaemin’s mouth twitched. “That’s for you to decide, isn’t it?”

Mutual attraction was such a strange feeling because the sexual tension was there and so loud. Granted, about 90% of it came from Jaemin, but something about the way you were still holding onto his arm and laughing at his stupid jokes made him feel like something was going to happen tonight.

“We should stargaze,” you offered, pointing at a grassy hill behind a park the both of you were passing by. Jaemin nodded in response, so you dragged him by the arm to the chosen location.

Stargazing meant laying down, and laying down meant not having to focus on walking in a straight line anymore, so it sounded absolutely heavenly to Jaemin right now. Somehow, he felt like such an amateur right now. No girl had ever asked him to lay down and stargaze with him; they always just skipped to the bedroom fun.

You let go of Jaemin to lay down on the grass, positioning yourself like a starfish before patting the space next to you and then moving your hands to rest on your stomach. You looked entranced with the stars above you, but the moment Jaemin laid down next to you, you turned to him, catching him off-guard. Jaemin’s eyes flickered from you to the sky above.

“The stars are beautiful,” he said weakly.

He couldn’t even see the fucking stars.

“Damn, I thought you were gonna call me beautiful for a second,” you teased, nudging his shoulder lightly.

“You wish,” Jaemin said with a light snort, swallowing thickly. “There’s no way I’m calling a girl that over my dead body.”

He was a terrible liar. It was clear when Na Jaemin was feeling lustful. His eyes would turn half-lidded and his voice would drop a few octaves. Right now, all of that was happening along with his fingers twitching at his sides. You were looking back up at the sky when he turned his head to look at you, and god, you were so pretty.

“Girls must come running for you,” you told him, “otherwise I really can’t figure out the ego.”

“That’s the problem when you’re a star basketball player and devilishly handsome.” Jaemin grinned, folding his arms behind his head. “You turn out like me.”

“How mortifying.”

“I know, right?” Jaemin turned onto his side for a brief moment to look at you. “How come I’ve never seen you around before. I’m sure I would’ve remembered…”

“Because I’m beautiful?” you offered.

Jaemin groaned, pink dusting his cheeks. “Why are you so fixed on that?”

You laughed in response while Jaemin just stared at the heartstopping curve of your lips. He felt himself grow hot, anticipation mixed with the weight of the situation. He had never been the type to feel so jittery around a girl, but here he was, a touch anxious because he was afraid of doing something wrong.

“That’s Orion’s Belt there,” you pointed out. “Can you see Betelgeuse?”

You turned to look at Jaemin to see if you had his attention, but did a double-take upon realizing that you, in fact, had his full attention. His eyes were directly on you, not the night sky above. The both of you were so painfully close, and Jaemin couldn’t resist when he reached over to brush a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“I can’t see the stars,” he mumbled, his large hand moving to cup your cheek. When your gazes were locked, he caressed your cheek with his thumb gently and leaned in to kiss you.

Well, he was about to kiss you until he felt your finger pressing against his lips.

“I’m down for whatever,” you told him sweetly, “but I don’t kiss on the first date.”

Jaemin wasn’t sure what to make of that. Sure, he found it a little weird, but he could see the reasoning behind it. You were probably one of those people who saved your kisses for something special—whatever that meant. Honestly, Jaemin didn’t really care about the significance, but he did know it would be amplified if he found “the one.”

“So this is a date now?” he asked, amused.

“Somewhat.”

Jaemin huffed lightly and leaned back, letting his hand retract back to his side. “Down for whatever? Even sex?”

You raised a very attractive eyebrow at him, making Jaemin short-circuit for a split second. “If you play your cards right,” you said airily, your voice all light and fluffy.

“Down for whatever but the offer isn’t extended to anyone over the age of twenty-one.”

You punched his shoulder hard this time. “Bite me.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

Whatever made Jaemin’s confidence swell was taking over fast. In seconds, Jaemin propped himself up with his elbow, using his free hand to brush your hair to the side and tilting your neck so he could have easier access to it.

To test the waters, Jaemin nipped at your supple skin, earning a hitch in your slowed breathing that encouraged him to do more. Jaemin left open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking harshly with each one. He licked his lips when he pulled away to look at your neck. You were tough to bruise but he loved a challenge. He maneuvered his body over you so he could indulge himself further, holding himself up with his forearms.

Jaemin dipped under your chin again, ravishing the side of your neck that he targeted. He littered the column of your neck with dark hickeys, smirking against your skin upon the sight. You were a squirming mess under him, tugging at his hair and bucking your hips up against his. Jaemin grunted softly, his hands pushing your hips down so you could no longer tempt him.

You wrapped your hands around him, one hand sliding up the nape of his neck to curl your fingers in his hair. Hands weren’t normally something that made Jaemin weak, but yours were driving him crazy with one in his hair and the other bunching up the fabric of his shirt.

He cupped the apex of your jeans, smug as you whined at his touch, yearning for more. Jaemin’s free hand grazed your waist before he lowered it to your hip. He pulled away from your neck to meet your gaze, biting his lip at your lustful expression.

“Can I?” he asked, pressing down slightly against your apex.

You nodded, about to say something but got cut off when Jaemin moved his hand down and palmed your clothed clit. Jaemin smirked once he heard the soft sigh falling from your lips. His breathing got heavier, mixing with yours as he started fumbling to unbutton your jeans.

You looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Jaemin…”

Jaemin swallowed hard and tugged your jeans down your hips a little. He felt like he was losing control with every touch. He just wanted to hold you in his arms and spend the rest of the night with you, and it was impossible to shake off that feeling when you were looking at him like that.

He playfully snapped the waistband of your panties, letting out a chuckle when your face twisted up and you pushed at his chest. Then, you drew him closer again and guided his hand down your pants. Jaemin took a shaky breath when he felt how wet you were. It filled him with pride, of course, but he had suddenly felt so nervous. He had hooked up with girls before, but this felt weird to him. Different, to an extent. They were just going through the motions, but he was struck with some strange feeling that he didn’t want to mess up or do something wrong. It was like his first time all over again when he had no idea what he was doing.

His silent cry for help was answered with rain.

“Jesus, it’s raining now?” Jaemin asked with a disapproving huff, pulling his hand out of your pants. He wondered if the people in Jaehyun’s backyard were going to move back inside or keep partying through rain and storm.

“It is?” You frowned and reached a hand over him to catch some raindrops. “You make a nice umbrella, Na Jaemin.”

“How kind of you,” Jaemin replied, a bit distracted by the rain pelting his back. “Should we make a run back to Jaehyun’s or do you want to, like…”

“Do I want to do it outside in the rain?” you asked, quirking a brow at him. “Absolutely not.”

“Worth a shot.”

Jaemin hauled himself up to his feet, holding a hand out for you so you could stand. You started patting down your clothes and fixing your fly. Jaemin did the same, making sure he looked presentable but he kept quiet about the dark hickey on the side of your neck. He squinted up at the drizzle of rain from the sky.

Cockblock, Jaemin thought bitterly.

Yet another distraction came in the form of a text message. Specifically, a text message from Lee Jeno.

annoying jeno: i’m going back to the apartment and ik ur with a girl but i left the keys at home so pls open the door

“Son of a bitch,” Jaemin grumbled to himself. He shoved his phone back in his pocket and looked at you when he noticed your questioning stare. Jaemin ran his hands down your arms, then held your waist gently. “I have to go.”

“Go?” you asked him, startled.

“Yeah,” Jaemin replied with a sigh, not wanting to divulge how idiotic his roommate was. “Can I get your number?”

This perked you right up, thankfully. Jaemin was satisfied as he watched you enter your phone number in his phone. This almost made him feel better about having to leave you alone to walk back to Jaehyun’s house in the rain.

Scratch that. He still felt like a piece of shit.

Jaemin slept off the party rather well.

He was in a bit of a mood, however, seeming tired and cranky in the morning. He had nearly thrown his phone at Jeno’s face when his best friend tried to shake him awake in the morning. It was a miracle that he showed up on time for his lecture. Around the afternoon, he received a text from you and was far more awake and alert after that. By the time he got to basketball, though, he was in a much better mood.

That is, until Jaehyun called for a team meeting.

The basketball team members were all sitting on the bleachers, waiting for a pissed-off Jaehyun to speak. Jeno picked at his nails next to Jaemin while YangYang in front of them was fiddling with the basketball. Jaehyun was only ever serious during games, but now his anger showed in a subtle and scary way that even Taeyong was a bit shaken by the change in his mood.

“Now, I’m going to say this once and you all better listen up carefully,” Jaehyun said in a low, dangerous voice. “If anyone—and I mean anyone—lays a hand on my little sister, then I will make sure you look uglier than you already are.”

Taeyong whistled lowly, impressed.

“Yuta,” Jaehyun continued, eyes narrowing at the older boy, “this message was inspired by you.”

“Received, reflecting, and apologizing,” Yuta said, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’ll back off, Captain.”

“Good,” Jaehyun replied curtly as Yuta and Taeyong started to banter playfully over the topic.

Jaemin was unsettled. Jaehyun was upset over someone going after his younger sister? Now, Yuta was a flirt, but he recalled him pining for you last night and there was no way you were Jaehyun’s sister, right?

“Hey, Jeno.” Jaemin nudged the boy with his elbow. “Who exactly is Jaehyun’s sister?”

“Isn’t it Jeong Y/N?” he answered.

Goodbye world, was Jaemin’s first thought.

Yuta was flirting with you last night, but Jaemin straight-up nearly fingered you and—oh god, the hickey. Jaemin was at the end of his line right now, and if you said anything to Jaehyun, he was sure he was going to get his ass beat. He was starting to regret giving up his non-hookup life because of you; the only person Jaemin was flirting with now was Death.

“You good?” Jeno’s brows were knitted in concern.

“Jeno.” Jaemin swallowed down the dry lump in his throat. “Remember how I told you I was with a girl last night?”

“Yeah?” Jeno asked, searching Jaemin’s eyes for an answer. He found it rather quickly, eyes widening and voice dropping to a whisper. “Oh my god.” His gaze flickered from Jaemin to Jaehyun several times. “What are you going to do?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Jaemin whispered back. “We were both drunk. I’ll just ghost her subtly and she’ll forget about me. Easy.”

Jeno raised a brow at his plan. “Is hooking up with Jaehyun’s little sister worse than breaking her heart?”

“Oh please, it was one night. Give it a day or two. She won’t give a fuck.” Even though I kind of do, he added in his head.

The next time Jaemin saw you was after practice ended a few days later.

It had to be impossible that you could look any better than you did the last time he saw you, but here you were. It was unfair, really. Jaemin was a college student that was amped up with testosterone and hormones, and now he had no place to channel it. He was a second away from dragging you into an empty room and letting himself go with you, but then he remembered your older brother, and the horny thoughts dissolved into fear and shame.

“Ah, Jaemin,” you greeted with a cheerful smile.

Fuck, why did you have to be so cute?

Jaemin opened his mouth to reply, but quickly closed it and looked away from you. He leaned against the side of the bleachers and sighed while you were puzzled by his behavior. Although he wanted to ignore you, you were right there and the two of you were alone. Jaemin knew that the other guys wouldn’t be out of the locker rooms for another five minutes.

His gaze dropped to your hickey. It was so clear that you didn’t bother trying to cover it up, and the sight made Jaemin feel proud in some twisted way. Instinctively, he reached over and brushed his thumb over the sensitive bruise, smirking when you shivered.

“It looks good on you,” Jaemin complimented.

“Thanks.” You scoffed, then a mischievous glint shone in your eyes. “Maybe you should give me some more then.”

Jaemin stiffened, in a lot more ways than he should’ve. He gritted his teeth, willing the blood not to rush down all at once. He could not get horny at school when Jaehyun could walk out any second. And the older boy did. Jaemin backed away from you instantly, acting as if you were just some stranger passing by.

“I’ll pass,” he muttered under his breath and was sure you heard when he saw your face drop.

Great. Now he felt like an asshole.

“I gotta go,” he mumbled quickly before you could say anything else, moving past you to walk over to Jeno, high-fiving Jaehyun as he did. Jaemin didn’t have time to register your expression, but nevertheless, he felt like shit.

Jeno looked suspicious as Jaemin approached him. “Did you…”

“End it?” Jaemin finished for him. “I think so.”

“Can you just stop being a dick and talk to her?”

Ticked off, Jaemin took a deep breath. “If I talk to her, then one thing will lead to another, and Jaehyun—”

“Jaemin,” Jeno interrupted. “This isn’t about Jaehyun. This is about you and Y/N.”

Jaemin screamed out something incomprehensible and put his hands over his ears. “I can’t hear you, Lee Jeno. Can’t hear you over me getting ready to go to a party and get wasted tonight.”

“Na Jaemin, you’re my best friend but you’re an idiot.”

“I know that.” Jaemin made a face. “But it’s time for me to go and forget that.”

Jaemin never failed to forget how much he hated parties. He was starting to regret showing up in the first place. One of his teammates, Jungwoo, had let him into his frat party. Normally, guys were selectively chosen because the frat boys wanted more girls, but Jaemin was wasting his opportunity of getting in by doing absolutely nothing.

This was why he didn’t like drinking. He wasn’t even fun when he was drunk; Jeno was a social butterfly, Yuta was a flirt, but Jaemin would just wonder if plants existed and think about you.

“You look pissed off,” Jungwoo observed, holding out a red dixie cup to him. “Are you sure you want to party?”

“Yes,” Jaemin grumbled, taking the cup from him and downing it in seconds. “I need to let go.”

“Of?”

“Myself.”

Jaemin patted Jungwoo’s back firmly and moved to the kitchen to pour himself another shot. He didn’t know what he was thinking. He let himself get all worked up over some girl he barely even hooked up with. All he did was kiss your neck and here Jaemin was, looking like some cheap, heartbroken loser.

Oh, Jaemin thought out of the blue. I never told her she was pretty.

Jaemin took another shot, closing his eyes firmly as he thought of laying next to you again under the stars. Your lips looked so soft and kissable, your eyes so curious and alluring. He tried to push it away and focus on the party and getting drunk, but you kept appearing in his head like a mirage.

Let go, Jaemin, he told himself. Indulge yourself.

Jaemin leaned against the counter, bored. He sloshed the contents of his cup around, taking another shot when he felt the buzz start to wear out. A pretty brunette walked past him, flashing a coy smile.

He supposed she was one of the cheerleaders, or maybe she was a sorority girl. Either way, she was attractive and Jaemin could use the physical contact tonight. Part of him felt like it was the wrong thing to do, but all he could think about was how annoying it was to overthink every little thing he did.

Jaemin made his way over to her, tapping people’s shoulders and maneuvering his way through the cramped frat house. Everyone was clustered like schools of fish. Jaemin hated this kind of environment, but nevertheless, he put on a mask and did his best to fit in.

“Hey,” he greeted the girl once he found her. “I’m Na Jaemin.”

She smiled in that pretty way again. “I know you. You’re on the basketball team.” She looked embarrassed for a moment, flushing as she tucked loose strands of hair behind her ear. “I bet you don’t know me, though.”

“I don’t,” Jaemin admitted, “but you have a gorgeous smile.”

She beamed at this. “Hey, could you hold my cup for a second?” she asked, holding out her red dixie cup to him.

You want me to hold your cup when you can barely hold a conversation? Jaemin thought distastefully but took the cup anyway.

He leaned against the kitchen counter and waited for her patiently, and when she came back, Jaemin could tell she had left to touch-up her makeup. He could also detect the faintest spritz of perfume, but he wasn’t exactly sure, so he leaned closer to make sure.

Jaemin wasn’t sure how they ended up making out in one of the empty bedrooms upstairs, but by the time she was taking off her bra, he wanted to leave. He did his best not to look as bored as he felt throughout the heavy petting and removal of clothing, but his biggest fuck-up was worse than he had expected.

Even Jaemin himself felt mortified by what had just escaped his lips. By the disgusted look in the girl’s eyes, he was fairly confident this was going to spread around the school. As Jaemin was trying to conjure up some excuse for his actions, the girl stood up and started gathering her clothes.

“I’m not Y/N,” she muttered and left him alone in the room.

“Well, shit,” Jaemin grumbled, running a hand through his tousled hair after she left. “Should’ve told me your name then.”

Jaemin laid back on the bed, putting his hands over his face. He was royally screwed at this point and wondered if he had a shot at redemption. The fact that you were still on his mind was messing with him. Even now, after totally embarrassing himself, he was still stuck on you. To avoid further embarrassment, he pulled out his phone to deflect whatever impulsive action was creeping up his limbs.

jaemin: ok jeno im texting u instead of drunk texting y/n and confessing how badly i wanna kiss her

y/n: hi this is y/n

Jaemin wondered what sin he committed in his past life to get this unlucky.

jaemin: shit

jaemin: don’t talk to me i’m drunk at a party

y/n: jaemin you texted me first

jaemin: ugh i wanna see u so bad

jaemin: wanna make it up to u

y/n: oh my

y/n: you’re a little too drunk for that

y/n: but send me the address. i’ll come over and take you home

Jaemin was 98.75% sure that this was, by far, the stupidest thing he could do. Nevertheless, he shared his address with you and waited for you to come to get him. He hung out with Jungwoo in the meantime, slinging an arm around the older boy’s shoulder and confessing his embarrassing hookup while Jungwoo was high as a kite.

When you texted Jaemin that you were outside the frat house, he opened the door almost instantly. Jaemin couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his face when you were standing right in front of him. You opened your mouth to say something, but Jaemin cut you off.

“I might have… might have called out your name during a hookup,” he confessed, slurring his words while he tried to speak coherently.

You looked like you were deciding whether to think it was funny or be suspicious over the fact that he tried to hook up with someone and then texted you afterward. Eventually, you ended up laughing at his story, tutting at his actions. Jaemin walked by your side, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He closed his eyes in an attempt to come back to his senses, only to be dragged back onto the sidewalk by you because he was apparently straying into the road.

“How much did you drink?” was your first question and one that Jaemin wasn’t sure he had an answer for.

“Six? Seven shots?” Jaemin counted but lost track after he held up five fingers. “I haven’t gotten this hammered in a while.”

“You’ve been flighty,” you told him. “I thought I wasn’t going to hear from you again.”

Jaemin rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “That was the plan.”

“What?”

End it now, Jaemin, the devious half of his mind instructed. Break it off before it’s too late.

“I don’t exactly do hookups anymore, Y/N,” he said, which wasn’t exactly a lie, but you happened to break that streak for him. But then came the lie. “I’m not looking for anything serious now either, and I’m sure you aren’t.”

They walked in silence onto the campus grounds, turning into the street where the student apartments were. You looked down at your feet, a little more disappointed than Jaemin had expected. More than that, it looked as though you were embarrassed.

Cue Na Jaemin feeling like a douchebag, which he was.

“Aren’t you the one who asked if I wanted to get to know you?” you asked him, brow arched.

Jaemin panicked, his words trapped in his throat for a second. Well, you got him there. He didn’t have a good excuse that made him sound less of a dick. Although, he was already probably about to be blacklisted from your life pretty soon, so it didn’t really matter.

“I was drunk,” Jaemin said as his brain was trying to throw random words at him. “I didn’t know what I was thinking.”

They made it to Jaemin’s apartment, which was thankfully on the first floor because he didn’t think he could stand an awkward elevator ride with you. You didn’t look at Jaemin once, but it didn’t seem as though you were angry. Rather, you looked confused, but Jaemin swallowed down his guilt and took a step back once they were at his door.

“Besides,” he continued shamelessly to deliver the final blow, “you always have Yuta.”

You rolled your eyes at him and stormed off at once after those words. Jaemin was left alone, still looking down at his feet. He let out a long, dragged-out sigh, hitting his head back against the solid wood of his door.

“Idiot,” he scolded himself.

It took Jaemin a whole week and a half to get over you.

Even then, he didn’t really get over what happened. He just stopped blaming himself for it in front of Jeno and internalized everything else. Talking to Jeno didn’t really help, anyway, because Jaemin would just be hit with the “I told you so” and then be silently judged by his best friend.

Jeno had gone home for the long weekend, though, so Jaemin could finally mope about his apartment without Jeno smacking him upside the head and calling him a loser. Although Jaemin agreed with that, he was tired of remembering how shitty of a person and it was a constant reminder of how he treated you.

Although, he didn’t expect that reminder to physically manifest when he saw you in the hallway of his apartment on Friday night.

“Y/N?” he blurted out impulsively.

Jaemin had just decided to get something from the vending machine, not expecting to see you when he was standing in front of his doorway in his grey sweatpants and lack of shirt. His hair was bedraggled from staying in bed all day after his morning lecture ended. In short, he wasn’t exactly presentable and this wasn’t the look he wanted you to see.

“Jaemin,” you said softly, looking a bit startled. “I was just leaving my friend’s place.”

“Look—”

“It’s fine, Jaemin.” You managed a small smile for him. “There’s no hard feelings, okay? Water under the bridge.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” you said, biting your lip afterward. “I just hope you’re not one of those guys who ghosts the girl if they don’t get sex out of it.”

Jaemin could feel the ice in your tone but brushed it off. “Honestly, I don’t care about sex that much.”

“Then what do you care about?”

Jaemin fixed his gaze on you, narrowing his eyes. He should have been grateful that you didn’t take it too personally and had forgiven him, but something was off. He didn’t doubt your reasons for being here, but an undercurrent of desire was definitely still there.

His morals were bouncing around his skull, warring with each other. Jaehyun was yelling at him to stop, but you were also there, and so fucking pretty. You wanted him, and he wanted you—it was almost perfect if it weren’t for your overprotective older brother who Jaemin respected too much. Then again, Jaemin had been shouldering too much guilt over the past week. He was sure he could handle some more.

What Jaehyun didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right?

The hallway was empty, doused with lingering sleep. The world was dark outside but under the dim, flickering hallway light was you. And Jaemin was at his limit; he couldn’t get enough of you.

“Jaemin?” you asked, and something inside him snapped.

He grabbed your hands first before pushing you up against the wall and sealing his lips over yours. Your face morphed into a shocked expression, only making Jaemin amused as he pinned your hands up and over your head. Your lips were so warm and soft, molding against Jaemin’s lips perfectly. He felt your hands wrap around his neck to draw him closer, inciting a soft groan from the back of his throat. It was kind of pathetic that he was already hard, and he was sure you were aware of it by how he was pressed up against your lower body.

Jaemin picked you up effortlessly, scooping you into his arms by your thighs. You let out a little shriek and grabbed onto his shoulders, wrapping your legs around his torso at his encouragement. Jaemin took you into his room, kicking the door closed with his foot before heading to his room and dropping you on his bed.

He had never actually let a girl into his room, so this was a first. Somehow, seeing you on his own bed was so arousing, and he had half a mind to just take you then and there. Jaemin made you sit at the edge of the bed while he stood between your legs, hands on your thighs. You looked confused for a moment, but let Jaemin run his hands up and down your thighs.

You and Jaemin should not be in bed together. Under no circumstances should the two of you even be acquainted in the slightest. The fact that you two met was all one big, cosmic coincidence, but sometimes the stars loved fucking around with human affairs.

“I told you I had to make it up to you,” Jaemin said in a low voice, running his thumb across your bottom lip. “You don’t have to forgive me but I can’t keep being a coward.”

“A coward? More like a douchebag,” you told him, holding his wrist so you could bite the tip of his finger as you looked up at him through your lashes. “But glad you came to your senses.”

“So you forgive me then?”

You smiled, all innocent and pure, unlike your words. “Not unless you make it up to me.”

Jaemin dropped his gaze down to your shorts, eyeing them for a moment before he started tugging them down. You raised your hips to help him take your shorts off, followed by your panties. Jaemin nearly sighed at the sight of you; you were so gorgeous and so ready for him. He wanted to completely blow your mind.

Then, the nerves got to Jaemin again.

“Y/N,” he started, “we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can just cuddle or something.”

“Na Jaemin, if you don’t make me cum, I will scream,” you warned.

“Yeah?” Jaemin chuckled at your reaction. “I think you’re going to scream either way, though.”

“Shut up.”

Jaemin laughed, brushing your hair out of your face. He caressed your cheek, rubbing slow circles with his thumb before he dragged it down to your jawline. A small pout appeared on your lips and he ran his thumb over your bottom lip again as if he could wipe your pout away.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” Jaemin said.

Before you could open your mouth to say something, Jaemin plunged his finger in you, thumb quickly finding purchase on your clit and rubbing in slow, languid circles. He wasn’t very satisfied by your shell-shocked silence, so he added a second finger to get you moaning and squirming at his actions.

You gasped when Jaemin curled his fingers, and he relished the dazed expression on your face. He watched your eyelashes flutter and eyelids droop as he scissored his fingers in you, earning him blissful moans from your pretty lips. One of your hands was gripping the sheets at your side while the other was gripping Jaemin’s shoulder tightly. He knew he was doing a good job by the way your walls clenched around his fingers, and it made him swell with pride.

“You’re such an asshole,” you whimpered out, moaning again as he curled his fingers in you.

“Then why do you still want me?” Jaemin hissed. “You should have just hated me. I would have been fine if you weren’t so fucking perfect.”

You cried out as he plunged another finger in you. “Shit, you’re just—oh god.” Jaemin could tell you were at your peak, so he pulled his fingers out of you immediately, smirking at how distressed you looked.

Jaemin popped his fingers in his mouth, sucking off your juices. “You taste so good, princess.”

You scowled at him. “F-finish me off, at least,” you pleaded.

Jaemin gripped your thighs. “Oh, trust me, I will.”

Jaemin lowered himself and met your eyes before he leaned forward and sealed his lips over your clit, sucking harshly on the ball of nerves. You were so sweet and so wet, but what made Jaemin go crazy was the way the both of you locked eyes while he was between your legs. He let out a groan that vibrated against you.

He licked a strip along your slit, pleased with his reward of pants and moans from you. Your thighs squirmed around him so he gripped them harder and moved his hands up to your hips so he could eat you out with more vigor.

Jaemin snaked his tongue along your folds and you were gone. Already edged from being fingered, you were at your peak already. Back arching off the bed and hips squirming, Jaemin tongued your clit as he coaxed you into your orgasm. By the sound of your moans and cries, he felt like he was going to cum in his pants any second if you didn’t stop. You released over his tongue so easily, and Jaemin lapped it up as you made an effort to catch your breath.

At first, Jaemin was over the moon. He hooked up with you and wanted more. You were so enticing and Jaemin couldn’t get enough of you. Then came the crushing guilt. It registered a bit late, but it was all the more painful. He had just eaten out his friend’s little sister and couldn’t help the fact that he wanted her so badly.

“Not bad, Jaemin,” you breathed out, fixing your hair as your thighs still stiffened and twitched every now and then. “Is this the part where you push me away and ghost me for another week?”

Jaemin ran a hand through his hair, battling frustration and shame. “Look,” he started, “the reason I pushed you away was because you didn’t tell me your brother is Jeong Jaehyun!”

“Oh.” You blinked at him. “Yeah, he’s my brother. Is that a problem?” Jaemin let out a heavy sigh and you raised a brow at him. “You got a crush on him or something?”

Jaemin’s expression soured. “No! He’s my friend and teammate, Y/N. There’s an unspoken bro code between us men.”

You rolled your eyes. “Here we go.”

“Rule number one of bro code states that sisters are completely off-limits,” Jaemin said. “And, Y/N, we just pushed that limit.”

“You know, in girl code, we ask the friend for permission,” you offered.

“Jaehyun rounded us up at practice and told us that if anyone lays a hand on his little sister, he’s going to kill them,” Jaemin said. “I’m too young to die.”

You stood up to push Jaemin down by his shoulders, sitting him on the edge of the bed. Jaemin’s breath got caught in his throat when you sat on his lap, right where his bulge was painfully tented beneath his sweatpants. You traced his v-cut abs, making Jaemin shiver in response. He held your hips and swallowed thickly. He was pretty sure he knew where this was going. If you were about to ride him, he was sure he could die a happy man.

“Jaemin, my brother doesn’t control my life, so he’s not killing you over anything, okay?” you reassured him, then leaned in closer, nibbling on his earlobe. Jaemin shivered at the contact, tightening his grip on you. “But, if you’re so worried about it, then we could sneak around.”

A guttural groan escaped Jaemin when you rolled your hips against his. Were you teasing him? Because it was hard for him to think and this distraction wasn’t helping. Either way, all he could think about was making you cum again and seeing that delicate look on your face as you crumbled in front of him.

“Sneak—sneak around?” Jaemin stammered, mouth going dry when you started taking off your shirt, and fuck, you weren’t wearing a bra. “Huh?”

“Jaemin,” you said slowly, smirking as you traced a finger along his jawline. “If you don’t want Jaehyun to catch us, we can just meet up secretly.”

If this was a game of cat and mouse, there was a clear power difference right now; Jaemin felt more like the mouse while you were the cat.

Jaemin’s eyes darkened a bit. “Fuck yeah,” he mumbled, hand grazing your bare skin. His eyes devoured the way you looked, and you wanted to squirm at the hungry look on his face. It was kind of embarrassing how badly Jaemin wanted to skip this whole conversation and fuck you into oblivion.

“Jaemin,” you called again, noting how his eyes flitted from your lips to your eyes.

He gave up. “I’ll be honest. I have no idea what we’re talking about but if we’re keeping this going between us, I’m all for it.”

“Good answer,” you hummed and pressed your lips to his.

You were a damn good kisser, Jaemin observed. He didn’t notice it before, but you had on some sort of fruity chapstick on that was making his head go fuzzy. The taste was addicting, and thank god you bit down on his lower lip because he wasn’t sure if he could handle another second without his tongue in your mouth.

He pulled away for a moment so he could push you down onto the bed, getting over you. Jaemin sighed deeply as you skimmed your hands down his bare chest, fingers tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants.

“You know, I lied that night,” you told Jaemin, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m not usually down for whatever, but I wanted to try my chance with you.”

Jaemin tutted at you, circling a finger around your nipple. “You shouldn’t have lied, Y/N,” he said, making you whimper when he pinched your hard nipple. “Could’ve stroked my ego a little more.”

“Sorry, but I’m not here to stroke your ego, Jaemin,” you simpered, choking over your words when Jaemin pressed open-mouthed kisses to your chest, eventually snaking his hot tongue across your nipple.

“You already are,” Jaemin murmured against your skin, littering hickeys as he kissed your chest. “Your reactions are so cute.”

Jaemin sucked on his fingers for a brief moment to provide some extra lubrication, not that you really needed it. He used his pointer and middle finger to rub against your slit, your whines growing needier as you became more and more aroused. After one more needy mewl from your lips, Jaemin had enough. He tugged his sweatpants and boxers down in one go, his hard cock slapping against his stomach once it was free.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned brokenly, eyeing the length of his cock.

“Such a good girl,” he crooned down at you, teasing his cock against your slit until you were a gasping, moaning mess under him. Then, Jaemin pulled away, clicking his tongue and grinning while you narrowed your eyes at him. “Condom,” he remembered.

Jaemin got off the bed to retrieve the silver packet from his nightstand, tearing it open with his teeth in one go. He caught you staring at how incredibly hung he was, smirking proudly as he slid the condom onto his shaft. He pumped it once for good measure and moved back onto the bed with you.

He stayed on his knees, angling your hips up so that they were positioned with his cock. You looked confused by the awkward position, but Jaemin melted away your worries with a powerful thrust into you. He groaned at how tight you were with your warm, wet walls clenching around him rhythmically.

Jaemin could tell he was hitting all the right spots by the broken moans that were escaping you when he pounded in you. His own growls were low and grating, relishing the way you felt around him. You were clutching his sheets so tight and bucking your hips so often that Jaemin had to use a hand to push your lower abdomen down, smirking as he felt his cock move in and out of you.

“You’re so big,” you gasped out, looking visibly frustrated at how you couldn’t hold onto him.

“Princess, I regret not doing this earlier,” Jaemin admitted with another rough thrust into you, making you sob out some distorted version of his name. “You feel so fucking good.”

“I’m close,” you choked out, and Jaemin kindly aided you by rubbing your clit as he brutally fucked you into the mattress.

You tucked your head into your shoulder, biting back your cries, so Jaemin grabbed your hair in a fistful and tilted it back so he could see your face. A shudder ran down his spine. Your expression was so perfect, so fucked in and glazed over.

“Shit,” he growled, voice raspy from arousal as you came undone in front of him.

His nimble fingers continued to work on your clit as you fell apart, moans ringing in his ears like a song. He followed you into your bliss, unable to hold back. He leaned over you and continued fucking you through your orgasm, holding you and groaning as he, too, released.

Jaemin stopped when he was done and spent. His arms buckled as they struggled to keep himself over you, and he could only pull out and collapse by your side. He muttered out a few curses, struggling to find the right words to say as he stared up at the ceiling. That felt good? No, too dry. I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like that? No, too possessive.

He settled with “you’re amazing” as his chest rose and fell in tune with yours.

“Likewise,” you breathed out and looked over at him. “I have to go home soon.”

Jaemin didn’t know what came over him, but he rolled over and wrapped his arms around you tightly. Normally, he wasn’t one for cuddling or aftercare, but he didn’t want you to go so soon. You relaxed under his touch as Jaemin drew you closer to his body, pulling the sheets over you both.

“Don’t go,” Jaemin whispered, tucking some hair behind your ear.

You turned to look at him, running your finger along his cheek tenderly. “Jaehyun’s gonna ask.”

Jaemin threw the sheets off of you and stood up quickly. “Have a safe trip back.”

It was the very next day when Jaemin hooked up with you again.

You had sent him a rather suggestive text, stating that you found it strenuous to walk after the previous night. In some sick and twisted way, Jaemin found this extremely hot and invited you over that night. Needless to say, you found it even more difficult to walk afterward.

The next day was the last day of the long weekend, so you spent nearly the entire day at Jaemin’s place before Jeno came home. Sure, you had sex once or twice then, but Jaemin really liked having you around. Even when you both weren’t exactly doing anything, your mere presence was comforting to him. In past hookups with other girls, he would always just get up and leave after the deed was done. However, with you, he was suddenly a sucker for aftercare.

Jaemin still felt like shit for going behind Jaehyun’s back and he was starting to question his stealth when Jeno came back home and discovered your bra on the couch.

“Oh, that’s where it was,” Jaemin said blankly, taking the bra from Jeno. “By the way, how was visiting your family?”

Jeno was still stuck on the bra, however. “Hold on,” he started, “whose bra is that?”

“Mine.”

“You wear bras?”

“What? No.” Jaemin made a face. “The fuck?”

“Na Jaemin, did you sleep with a random girl on our couch?”

“First of all, it wasn’t a random girl. It was Y/N,” Jaemin defended. “And secondly, we did it against the wall, actually. The couch was just a poor observer.”

“I don’t know if I should be impressed or disgusted,” Jeno replied, pondering over his best friend’s words. He glanced back at the wall and inched away from it. “Did you figure out what you’re going to do about Jaehyun?”

Jaemin grinned sheepishly. “I mean, what Jaehyun doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?”

“What happened to the Jaemin who was trying to ghost his sister?”

“He got laid.”

“This is so gonna backfire on you,” Jeno replied, shaking his head. “But I kind of want to watch it happen.”

“Dude,” Jaemin whined, rubbing his chin with his hand. “I broke the bro code so hard, but honestly, the sex is too good.”

“Jaemin, I don’t want to hear about your sexcapades, thanks.”

The next time Jaemin hooked up with you was almost an absolute disaster.

Keyword: almost.

“Jeno,” Jaemin warbled in a desperate cry, “I’m fucked. I’m absolutely fucked.”

“What’s up?” came the disinterested voice of his best friend who was sprawled out on the couch, flipping listlessly through a textbook.

“I need you to help me out,” Jaemin begged. “Y/N wants me to go over to her place but Jaehyun’s home.”

That was how Jaemin ended up behind your house, trying to hoist himself up onto a tree that was close to your window. Jeno was on the phone, keeping a lookout from his car that was parked on the street. This was, quite honestly, probably one of the stupidest things Jaemin had ever done because not only did he have a fear of heights, but he was risking his life just for his friend not to see him walking in the house.

There was something about hanging onto the branch of a tree for dear life that made a man question his pride.

“All this for some pussy,” Jeno tutted through his AirPods.

“Shut up, Jeno,” Jaemin muttered, a flush of heat rising to his cheeks. Truth be told, he just really wanted to see you, not that he would admit that.

He hauled himself onto one of the thicker branches that led to your window and inched his way along it to reach the windowsill. A frown crossed his lips as he reached out to knock on the glass. You told him you’d keep the window open for him, so why was it closed?

The answer was obvious, but it didn’t sink in until Jaehyun opened the window to see Jaemin dangling from a tree branch.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, was all that was running through his mind. His head felt like it was going a thousand miles per second but the rest of his body was short-circuiting.

“Jaemin, what are you doing outside my window?” Jaehyun asked, looking absolutely perturbed.

“I’m, uh…” Jaemin paused to think while he could hear Jeno laughing at him through his AirPods. “Jeno and I wanted to prank you.”

“Jeno? Prank?” Jaehyun questioned. “Are you not here for a study session with Y/N?”

Jaemin stilled. He wasn’t sure he had any classes with you, but surely you must have made up this excuse to Jaehyun so that Jaemin could be in your house freely. Jeno’s laughing intensified as Jaemin blinked at his team captain.

“Right, well—”

“Jaemin, what are you doing there?” your sweet, innocent voice rang from Jaehyun’s door.

There was a mischievous glint in your eyes despite how concerned you tried to look. Jaemin saw right through you, though, and grimaced.

“Just… hanging out,” Jaemin grunted out as he tried to crawl in through Jaehyun’s window.

Jaehyun reached his hand out to help Jaemin and dragged him through the window with ease, so smooth that Jaemin pretended he didn’t hit his head against the side of the frame of the window as he was pulled inside. The tree branch bounced back to its original position, its leaves rustling wildly once Jaemin’s weight was off of them. Jaehyun helped Jaemin dust himself off and grabbed one of his shoulders firmly, using his free hand to pat his back.

“Jaemin,” Jaehyun said slowly, “use the door next time.”

“Got it,” Jaemin croaked out.

“We can go to my room and study, Jaemin,” you piped up, turning on your heel to head back to your room as soon as you were sure you had his attention.

“Right, um… see you, man,” Jaemin told Jaehyun, awkwardly following after you after Jaehyun returned the goodbye.

Jaemin had been to Jaehyun’s house for parties, but being there in the daytime was unnerving. He ended the call with Jeno, quickly texting him that he was safe before stuffing his phone and AirPods in his pockets. Jaemin turned the corner to see you sitting cross-legged on the floor of your room. A loud sigh escaped his lips before he made his way in, closing the door behind him.

“You’re paying for that,” he warned.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, a laugh falling from your lips just before Jaemin strode over, pushing you down onto the floor and hovering over you. You parted your lips to speak but whatever you were going to say died on your tongue as Jaemin swooped in and kissed you.

This is a terrible place to be doing this, the rational side of Jaemin’s brain provided, but then he was kissing you and it didn’t matter anymore.

Jaemin lost himself in the kiss as soon as he was tasting your fruity chapstick. He cupped your jaw, intoxicated by the way your lips felt against his. He was so dazed that he hardly noticed you unzipping his pants, tugging them down by his belt loops.

“Aren’t we studying?” Jaemin teased, brushing his nose against yours. He glanced over at the mess of books and papers at your table.

“Mm, do you want to study instead?” you asked, drawing him closer to you. “Pass up on this and read up on some cell division?”

“Fuck no.” Jaemin scoffed, dragging his nails up your thigh. “Spread those legs for me, angel.”

A mewl escaped your lips when you spread your legs because Jaemin immediately started palming your apex without missing a beat. The burst of pride that followed made him a little braver, a little less worrisome over your older brother.

“Take off your pants,” you breathed out, tugging once more at his waistband.

“No.” Jaemin moved off of you and hauled himself up to sit on your bed. “I want you to ride my thigh.” His eyes practically devoured the way you looked. “And keep the skirt on.”

You stood up, biting your lip as you moved to straddle his right thigh. Jaemin’s hands ran up and down your thighs, moving up to your hips eventually to rub slow circles with his thumb. His lips were attached to your neck almost immediately, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column.

You let a whimper slip from your lips and Jaemin started bouncing his leg steadily, his muscular thigh rubbing against your clit. He guided your movements with his hands as you rolled your hips against him. Jaemin flexed his thigh every once in a while and made sure to pull you down on him whenever he could make use of the friction.

Another moan from you and Jaemin sneered. “You’re getting off so well on my thigh, Y/N. Such a fucking tease but you react so easily.” You whined again and Jaemin shushed you. “Be quiet, princess. We don’t want to be walked in on, right?”

And, because the world hated Jaemin, Jaehyun decided to walk in.

“Y/N, can I come in for a second?” he called from outside the door.

In an instant, you practically flew off of Jaemin’s lap, scrambling back to your table and burying your nose in your biology textbook. There were a few long seconds of Jaemin silently communicating with you out of frustration. You had escaped just fine, but Jaemin just had to get a hard-on, and now that you were off his lap, it was far too obvious through his pants.

But you already told Jaehyun he could come in, so Jaemin put both hands over his crotch in a valiant (but stupid) effort to hide his boner while the door opened.

“I’m going to the store,” Jaehyun said, looking between you and Jaemin from the doorway. “Want anything?”

“No, we’re good,” you replied, but Jaehyun’s eyes were fixed on Jaemin, narrowing slightly.

“I’ll get going then, but are you good?” Jaehyun asked, gesturing at the awkward position Jaemin was in. “The bathroom’s across the hall if you need to go.”

Jaemin’s eyes flitted to yours to see an amused look on your face, and he could practically hear your voice bouncing in his skull: This is fun.

This wasn’t exactly Jaemin’s textbook dictionary definition of fun, however.

“Thanks,” Jaemin croaked out, looking down at his lap in shame. A flush of red crossed his cheeks and you barked out a laugh as soon as Jaehyun was gone. “Not funny,” he grumbled out.

An impish grin crossed your face as you asked, “Need me to take care of your problem?”

“Please,” Jaemin almost begged.

The moment you stood up, Jaemin was quickly trying to tug his pants down, hooking his fingers in the waistband of his boxers to take them off with his pants. This was awful in the absolutely best way possible because Jaemin’s hands felt clammy but then you were kneeling down in front of him, helping him take his pants off. You looked up at Jaemin when his hard cock curved up against his stomach. A breath escaped his lips like it had been punched out of him and he wondered if his eyes were as comically wide as they felt.

When the sound of Jaehyun closing the front door echoed, you grasped Jaemin’s painfully hard cock in your soft hands. Jaemin’s tongue felt like lead in his mouth. He couldn’t even ask you to do anything with all his bravado from earlier suddenly vanishing. So, he curled a hand in your hair, more for his own leverage.

Jaemin’s stomach rearranged itself to feel like some crazed etch-a-sketch rather than the human anatomy when he felt your lips wrap around his cock.

“Shit, that’s it,” he growled when you went down on him. He flushed all over, clear in the way his cock twitched in your mouth, and it made him feel like some silly, lovesick teenager. “Oh god, you feel so good with your mouth wrapped around my cock, princess.”

A sound of approval came from your throat, vibrating against the throbbing vein along Jaemin’s shaft and making him go crazy. You bobbed your head up and down, teasing him by going so slow to the point that it was nearly unbearable for Jaemin. He felt like a coil of fire was tightly woven inside him, ready to snap at any given moment.

“Fuck… don’t tease me—wait, are you asleep?”

Jaemin looked down to see you half-asleep on his cock, lips brushing against the vein along the side. Your eyes weren’t hooded but fluttered shut, head lolling to the side and your tongue grazing the underside of his head. A hiss escaped Jaemin’s lips at your teasing, but he felt more incredulous than turned on.

“I’m tired,” you said, “and you didn’t finish me off, so why should I finish you off?”

“Well, this is just unfair,” Jaemin replied with a frustrated huff as you pulled off of him. His gaze softened when he saw you rub your eyes, though. He fumbled for a moment, pulling his boxers and pants back up and tucking away the frustration of not getting his release. “You’re actually tired?”

“Kind of,” you admitted. “I’ve been studying my ass off all week for midterms.”

“Okay, well…” Jaemin faltered before scooting back on your bed until he was against the wall. “Let’s take a nap then.”

“Nap? Oh, so we—oh, okay,” you mumbled and Jaemin’s heart skipped a few beats when he saw you suck in your lower lip nervously.

You crawled into your bed and laid down, pulling the covers over them after Jaemin moved so he was right next to you. Jaemin had never exactly slept with a girl like this, but with you, his chest felt warm. It felt right. Without a word, he pulled you to his chest so you wouldn’t have to see how nervous you were making him feel, praying you couldn’t hear his heart pounding in his chest.

“You’re warm,” you mumbled to him.

And, because Jaemin was a loser who feared rejection and the reality that he was an actual human who felt real emotions, he pressed his lips to your head and whispered into your hair, “I like you.”

If you heard him or noticed, Jaemin wouldn’t have known because falling asleep was so much easier with you in his arms.

“You slept with her? Like, without sex?” Jeno asked Jaemin that night, to which he nodded. “You didn’t hook up with her at all?”

“Jaehyun walked in the first time and the second time… let’s not get into that,” Jaemin replied. “The point is, we fucking cuddled, Jeno.”

“That’s kinda weird.”

“Right?” Jaemin tugged a hand through his hair, letting out an aggravated groan. “Maybe I shouldn’t go to Jaehyun’s place on Friday.”

Parties were one thing, but at least once a month, the basketball team would hold bonding events for everyone to unwind and chill. Jaemin usually attended every event since he was close with all of the members, but Jaehyun’s house became dangerous territory now because of you. However, Jaemin was expected to take the place of team captain when Jaehyun graduated, so he knew it would be bad if he didn’t attend all the socials the basketball team held.

“Why? Can’t keep it in your pants?” Jeno teased.

Jaemin threw a pillow at him. “Fuck off.”

“It’s been postponed to the end of the month, anyway,” Jeno assured. “Jaehyun said he had a date this Friday or something.”

“Then I’m safe for now.”

It got silent for a moment before Jeno asked, “Are you catching feelings?”

Silence.

Did Jaemin like you? Sure, he mumbled it for himself to hear when he was holding you, which was pretty suspicious of him to do that if he didn’t actually have any feelings toward you. He perfectly understood the feeling at an intellectual level, but absorbing it emotionally was beyond his realm of understanding. Plus, there was no point in having feelings for someone if they didn’t reciprocate.

Right?

Jaemin only had a few crushes before, and the feelings were so surface-level that he started to wonder how many aspects of life he had missed out on because of his inability to grow close to people. That was why he had confined himself to the hookup culture because the “no strings attached” aspect was so appealing to him, but now it was backfiring because of you. It was so fucked up because Jaemin didn’t even want to fuck around with you anymore. Scratch that. He did, but he also wanted to hold your hand, go on dates, and kiss you until your fruity chapstick made him dizzy again.

You were great in bed, but what got Jaemin’s heart racing was the way you laughed when he made a lame joke and you couldn’t get over how terrible it was; the way you told stories with your hands, and your face would light up because you would get so excited; the way the food you made looked absolutely nauseating but, for whatever reason, it tasted amazing, and Jaemin could go on, but he was afraid he’d start melting in front of Jeno.

“No way,” Jaemin lied. “It’s just for the sex, that’s all.”

It wasn’t fair that you always showed up at the one place Jaemin was most vulnerable: basketball practice.

Truth be told, you were causing Jaemin problems well before you even arrived. Hell, you had been causing problems for the past three weeks. Not that Jaemin hated it, but he couldn’t keep it in his pants every time you dragged him to a blind spot or invited him to your place. There were also times where Jaemin would just simply walk with you, or talk about your day in bed, or just hold your hand and stroke your hair until you fell asleep.

Pretty weird for fuckbuddies.

Earlier in the day, Jaemin had run into you while he was walking to his biology lecture, and after some light conversation, he had you pinned up against the back of a building. He ended up getting a very noticeable hickey on his neck from you that he didn’t know existed until Jaehyun pointed it out during practice.

“Jaemin.” Jaehyun let out a low whistle and gestured to his neck. “Finally got over your weird celibacy phase?”

“What are you—”

“Nice hickey,” Yuta complimented while he was passing by, “finally got laid, huh?”

Only then did Jaemin realize that you had marked up his neck, and did so proudly. You knew people would see but you still went ahead and did it. Jaemin would’ve been mad but somehow, the thought of showing off something you caused turned him on.

Thankfully, you showed up when practice had ended and the others were heading into the locker room, all sweaty and tired. Absorbed in their own conversations, the rest of Jaemin’s teammates were focused on talking about their last play and looking forward to a cold shower. Jaemin, however, did a double-take when he saw you, nudging Jeno to keep going while he stayed back.

You really had no good reason coming to the basketball courts. It wasn’t like you or your big brother actually wanted to walk home together.

“I’m starting to think you come here to see me,” Jaemin said smugly, making his way over to you.

“Not even,” you replied, although your fazed look said otherwise. “But I appreciate the eye candy.”

Jaemin reached out to take your hands in his and pulled you toward him. You looked down at your feet, right foot circling around one of the stray basketballs that had been left behind during practice. Jaemin, however, had his eyes focused on you. He couldn’t get tired of looking at you, especially when you were wearing that cozy purple sweater that made him want to pull you into his arms.

Jaemin noticed your foot on the basketball and held your hands a little tighter as you put your weight on it to get your other foot on. You were shakily balancing on it, grabbing Jaemin’s hands tightly as a grin slowly spread across your face.

You’re too cute, was what Jaemin wanted to say.

“You’re still shorter than me even when you’re standing on a basketball,” he teased instead, one hand slipping around your waist to keep you steady.

You pouted. “I’m basically the same height as you now.”

“Really?” Jaemin smirked at your expression, moving closer so that his lips were at your forehead. He moved his hands so they were both holding your waist, keeping you planted on the basketball. “I think I still have an inch or two on you.”

“That’s not fair,” you whispered, but Jaemin was tilting your chin up and smiling at how you were visibly growing shy. “Jaemin, my brother might walk out any second.”

“Fuck your brother,” Jaemin murmured and kissed you.

People threw around the term “time slowed down” so casually, that Jaemin believed it was a silly hoax; however, he was starting to understand it. Each kiss he shared with you before felt so rushed, but now, everything around him didn’t matter anymore. It was like every fear, every concern he had was lost as he was lost in the taste of your lips.

Your hands cupped his face, deepening the kiss and making Jaemin nearly forget that you were barely balancing on a basketball. He tightened his hold around you when you pulled a hand away to run through his hair and god, he relished that feeling. When he desperately needed air again, Jaemin pulled away, nipping at your bottom lip cheekily as he did so.

He didn’t want to see your reaction, though, so he pulled you down from the basketball and hugged you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You were visually overwhelming, anyway, and Jaemin wasn’t too keen on seeing your reaction to his tenderness. Jaemin felt like such a melt for being this affected over a simple kiss, but all he wanted at the moment was to be closer to you.

“Jaemin?” you asked, shocked by his sudden intimacy.

“Shut up,” he murmured into your neck, “I just want to hold you right now.”

“Bruh.”

Jaemin didn’t process the fact that a third person was in the gym until it registered that the masculine voice couldn’t have been coming from you. On the bright side, the voice came from the one person who knew about whatever was going on between you and Jaemin. He then wondered why he was starting to become an optimist.

You and Jaemin both pulled away quickly like repelling magnets. There was a flicker of panic in your eyes, seeming to cool down when you noticed that Jaemin wasn’t freaking out. It was quite devastating for Jaemin to come to realize that he was the standard for what to worry over.

Jaemin, not sparing you a glance, walked over to where his best friend was standing and shoved him, not straying from his direct route to the locker room.

“You have some explaining to do,” Jeno muttered before Jaemin passed him.

“Fuck off, Jeno.”

Jeno flashed a sheepish grin at you before turning back to follow Jaemin, patting him firmly on the back to tease him. Jaemin, however, was unsettled. Whatever he felt for you was moving past sexual attraction to something much deeper, and he wasn’t sure if he could suppress it any longer.

You truly were the cat, and although Jaemin refused to believe it, you had already caught him.

Jeno somehow managed to stay quiet about what had happened between you and Jaemin until after they reached their apartment. Jaemin almost believed he was going to pretend like he didn’t see anything, but it would be laughable to think that Lee Jeno wouldn’t mock him about it.

“That’s the thing with fuckbuddies,” Jeno explained as he shrugged off his coat, “someone’s gonna catch feelings eventually.”

“Thanks, Jeno,” Jaemin spat, tone laced with sarcasm. “You never cease to make me feel like shit.”

“So you admit that you caught feelings?”

It was like an arrow through a bullseye, not that Jaemin was going to admit to that, but the thought of him potentially catching feelings for you was terrifying. It was even more frightening because he probably already did. This was supposed to be the time where Jaemin blanched and would become shockingly avoidant around you, but he was waiting for those instincts to kick in rather than the desperate urge to run over and kiss you.

But, moreover, screw Lee Jeno for majoring in neuroscience. His best friend studying the human brain and its cognition was the worst thing that could have ever happened to Jaemin.

Jaemin paused, hesitating before he spoke, “No… I’m just worried that one of us will.”

Jeno raised a brow at him. “Whatever you two were doing was not normal for fuckbuddies.”

“It’s called hugging, Jeno. It’s not my fault you have the emotional range of a teaspoon.”

Jaemin moved to sit on the couch, turning his back to Jeno and hugging a pillow as he shrunk back into the cushion. But Jeno knew that Jaemin always listened to what he had to say. It was a natural instinct by now. Although Jaemin would rather die than say it aloud, his best friend always gave the best advice even though it was probably not what Jaemin wanted to hear.

“Are you okay?” Jeno asked instead.

Jaemin froze. He was never any good at expressing himself. He presented himself as a simple man on the outside, but he was really just layers of multitudes. But, sometimes, your mere attention was like uncut cocaine to him, and then Jaemin would wonder if he really was simple.

“I’m fine,” Jaemin muttered back.

“You’re good at being fine, aren’t you?”

Jeno fastidiously fixed his hair before he retreated to his room. Jaemin was surprised by how he cut the advice session this time and left Jaemin to his own thoughts.

Exhausted, Jaemin stared at his lock screen. It was a picture of you and him at a park. Ducks in the pond. You caught off-guard with hair in your mouth. Jaemin with a smile brighter than the sun. Who the fuck took selfies with girls they fucked on the down-low? And who the fuck set them as their wallpapers? Apparently, Jaemin did.

He was sick.

Maybe Jeno was right, but Jaemin refused to accept that possibility because that would make him even more disgusted with himself.

He could only think of one thing and it was how he was in love with you.

Sex was one thing, but love? The number one rule of best friendship was probably don’t fucking fall in love with your best friend’s sister.

Furthermore, Jaemin didn’t know how to act around you now. In the conspectus of Things That Could Go Wrong in his brain, he hadn’t anticipated actually falling for you. He should’ve taken your godsent looks and heavenly laugh as a red flag that first night because now he was addicted.

It wasn’t like Jaemin had absolutely zero experience with girls, but usually, he just went with it. Being the one chasing after you was mentally taxing and the thought of you possibly not wanting him back was unthinkable. Then again, it was pretty clear that it was mutual between the two of you, but Jaemin was confident that you were a breath away from snapping at him for his inconsistency.

He was the one that pushed you away, after all. A sudden transition from resisting to wanting you completely was sure to freak you out, so Jaemin was stuck at a crossroads.

After a few Google searches of asking the internet if he caught feelings and an episode of self-denial and self-loathing, Jaemin decided it was high time for him to call you and tell you how he felt. That, or he was going to panic and break things off before he got emotionally invested.

Before he could do either, Jeno walked back to the living room, putting his coat back on. He looked dressed up as if he was going out somewhere, and Jaemin’s suspicions were confirmed when he went to get his shoes.

“What’re you all dressed up for?” Jaemin asked, sitting up straight again.

“Jaehyun’s house.” Jeno raised a brow at him. “It’s Friday.”

God, if you’re out there, Jaemin thought, defeated. Screw you and your son. Amen.

Jaemin had to psych himself into the proper state of mind for tonight.

That all went to shit, however, when he saw you sitting in the living room, laughing at something Yuta had said.

“Oh my god,” Jeno said in a low voice when he saw Jaemin frozen in the doorway. “Tell me you’re not jealous right now.”

“Piss off,” Jaemin spat, kicking off his shoes at the entrance. “It’s nothing like that.”

Except that it was exactly like that. Jaemin wasn’t the jealous type, but right now, his blood was roiling in his gut. Deep inside, he knew it was probably nothing to worry about, but the way you smiled around Yuta was pissing him off. Then, he realized that he had no relationship with you that gave him any right to stop Yuta from flirting with you.

And then, you turned to see Jaemin in the doorway and smiled at him.

Oh no, Jaemin thought in complete devastation. She’s pretty.

“Y/N, tonight’s for the basketball team,” Jaehyun told you from the living room, making a motion with his hands to signal you to leave. “Go to your room.”

“You’re such a nosy older brother,” YangYang chimed in, nudging a chuckle out of Jaehyun. “But yeah, Y/N, Friday nights are for the boys.”

“I know, I know,” you said with a laugh. “I’ll go now. I was just grabbing some water.”

Jaemin was still frozen stiff at the doorway as you grabbed a half-empty bottle of water from the kitchen counter (despite Jeno’s several attempts to get him to move) and then walked to the staircase to Jaemin’s left. But then you grabbed Jaemin by the front of his shirt and started dragging him upstairs with you. He barely registered it all happening in the span of a few seconds, but he was able to catch Jeno saying he’d tell the others that Jaemin was running late.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Jaemin whispered harshly, although he still followed you into your room and let you lock the door.

This was far too risky. Not only was Jaehyun home, but the entire basketball team was downstairs.

You started tying your hair up and Jaemin gulped, realizing where this was going. “Do you want me to suck you off or not?” you asked, smiling.

“Say no more,” Jaemin breathed out, unzipping his pants hastily.

He sat down on your bed, letting you tug his boxers down, your eyes full of mirth. Jaemin felt so pathetic when his cock twitched as soon as you wrapped a hand around its girth, but he was ready to put his pride to the side for once.

Jaemin was about to rasp out something but then you took his head in your mouth and a sudden wave of heat punched him in the gut. But then you pulled away, lips against the underside of his head, and Jaemin was a second away from just crying.

“You have nice hands,” you complimented with a mischievous smile as Jaemin held the back of your head eagerly. He felt like he was going crazy with the way you were mouthing your words against his cock.

“You have nice lips,” he returned through gritted teeth. “But please shut the fuck up and get to it already.”

Your lips curled slowly. “So impatient,” you cooed, tongue dragging along the underside of his cock. Jaemin bucked his hips forward, trying to chase the sensation, but you were teasing him.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me, Y/N.”

You smirked up at him, moving your head to lick against the slit before taking his cock in your mouth again. A few laborious seconds passed with Jaemin biting his lip so that he didn’t make any noise, and then you finally started sucking him off. He fought the urge not to groan when your tongue rolled along the vein down his shaft.

You showed Jaemin no mercy, however. It was almost like you wanted everyone downstairs to hear. He gritted his teeth when your teeth grazed his cock, and he wanted more. He gripped your hair for anchorage and fucked into your mouth. The smallest whimper escaped you when Jaemin’s cock hit the back of your throat.

Jaemin let out a strangled groan. “I’m close.”

You took this as your cue to suck him off even harsher, and Jaemin was on the brink of sweet release. A tear escaped your eyes as he fucked into your throat, and Jaemin wiped it with his thumb, drinking in the wrecked sight of you that was bringing him over the edge. You let a broken moan vibrate against Jaemin’s shaft, and he was done for.

Jaemin couldn’t recall being able to cum this fast because of someone’s mouth before, but here he was, groaning as his hot seed shot down your throat. You obediently swallowed it, eyes hazy and tear-soaked from the size of him.

A few moments of silence passed before Jaemin leaned down and pecked your lips, heart fluttering a bit in his chest as he did so. “Good girl.”

He swore he saw you lifting a finger to scratch your cheek lightly, which was a nervous quirk of yours that Jaemin had picked up on, but you turned away quickly to fix your hair while Jaemin was pulling his pants back up. The tension that followed made Jaemin unsure of whether to leave or take you against the wall. He decided against the latter, knowing that Jeno couldn’t stall forever.

“Leaving already?” you asked, reaching for Jaemin’s hand, which he gladly entwined with yours.

“I’m already on thin ice,” Jaemin explained. “I have to go back down there and hope they don’t question me.” You moved closer to him, hands moving down to graze past his waistband. Jaemin hissed slightly under his breath and diverted by rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, so you and Yuta…”

“You’re still on that?” you asked, pulling your hands back. “I can’t laugh around another guy now?”

“No, no!” Jaemin groaned, tugging a hand through his hair out of frustration. “Nevermind, it’s nothing.”

“Is it not obvious, Jaemin?” you asked him, an edge of desperation to your voice. “You really can’t tell how I feel?”

Jaemin sighed, looking down at his feet. “You can’t tell how I feel either?”

“You—what?”

“We’ll talk later. I have to go.”

He turned to go back downstairs, but you grabbed his wrist, saying, “Jaemin, remember that you’re the one who didn’t want anything more out of this.”

Jaemin gave you a puzzled look but before he could ask for clarification, you had pulled away from him and gestured for him to leave. He mumbled a pathetic excuse, spitting out a string of words for a moment before he gave up and snuck downstairs as quietly as he could.

He hated that you were right. Even though you had suggested sneaking around, Jaemin was the one who tried to draw the boundary. He did this to himself.

“Yo, Jaemin,” Yuta called, “when did you get here?”

“Just now,” Jaemin answered, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked into the living room where all the basketball team members were sprawled over the couch. “What’re we watching?”

“Pulp Fiction,” Taeyong answered. “Can you get the ice cream from the kitchen?”

“Sure.” Jaemin opened Jaehyun’s freezer to see two tubs of ice cream nestled in the corner. While he was pondering over whether to grab chocolate or vanilla, he felt a presence behind him and looked over his shoulder. “Did you need—oh my god, go to your room,” he whispered harshly at the sight of you.

“Are you my mom?” You raised a brow at him and reached for an ice cream tub. “Let me help you open them.”

“Fine,” he mumbled, voice fracturing at the end. He watched you move to the kitchen’s island and, carefully eyeing his teammates in the living room, letting his hand graze your thigh and whispering, “Hey, I’m sorry for earlier.”

You stiffened at his touch. “It’s fine,” you whispered back, opening the tubs of ice cream. “You’ve just been acting weird lately.”

“Weird?” Jaemin asked as he opened his tub. The ice cream dripped off the lid and onto Jaemin’s finger. “Ugh. Do you have napkins?”

“You’re so messy, Jaemin.”

“Shut up.”

“Let me help,” you insisted, grabbing his wrist and taking his fingers in your mouth.

Jaemin’s eyes widened by a fraction as your hot tongue circled around his fingers. He fought down the urge to take it further and bit his lip as he watched you. Before he could do anything, however, an awkward laugh and wolf-whistle from the living room made him freeze.

Jaemin’s head shot up to see his teammates staring at him, shell-shocked. Some looked absolutely confused while others looked more proud and impressed. Jaemin wondered if you had no shame because, despite all the eyes on them, you didn’t let go of his hand, your pretty lips still wrapped around his fingers.

“I don’t know why she’s doing that,” Jaemin rambled quickly, and his tone was so frazzled that Jeno had to hide his laugh behind his fist. “Come on, Y/N,” he urged, voice dropping for you to hear. “Let go of my hand.”

It would have been sexy if Jaemin wasn’t absolutely terrified.

Only when Jaemin caught sight of Jaehyun’s expression did you let go, saying, “Thanks for the ice cream.” With a playful smile, you looked up at Jaemin expectantly.

“What the fuck did we just witness?” Jungwoo asked, lit up silly like he had just witnessed the biggest scandal.

“We’re friends,” Jaemin croaked out. “Right, Y/N? Jaehyun? Jeno?”

Jeno ducked his head and Jaemin could tell what exactly he was thinking: I can’t help you out of this one, Jaem.

Jaemin couldn’t exactly read Jaehyun’s expression. It was a mix of emotions so varied that they didn’t make sense to him. He couldn’t even pick out any distinguishable one, but maybe it was better he didn’t know what the captain was feeling.

“I swear, it's not what it looks like,” Jaemin defended.

“So Y/N wasn’t sucking on your fingers?” Taeyong asked, a ghost of a laugh on his lips.

“Okay, so it’s exactly what it looks like,” Jaemin muttered and pursed his lips together. “But it’s—it’s nothing,” he reasoned, and at this point, it seemed like he was trying to convince himself more than them.

Either way, it wasn’t working.

Who was he kidding, anyway? They weren’t stupid, and it was clear as day that Jaemin couldn’t get enough of you. For heaven's sake, he even got jealous over Yuta making you laugh. Before, one would have to pry open the cold, hard jaws of his corpse to get a word out about how he felt, but now Jaemin felt like you had broken down his last line of defense.

Jaemin could already see the consequences that would follow, but he still blurted out, “Fine. You got me. Jaehyun, I’m in love with your sister.”

Jaemin’s neurons were tearing themselves over the fact that Jaemin had just professed his love to you and was now experiencing a state of total humiliation. He was confident he wouldn’t ever live this moment down.

The room went silent. Not only were the boys shocked, but you were, too. Jaemin himself couldn’t believe he let that slip, but there was no going back now. Jeno sat there with his jaw hung open and Jaemin couldn’t blame him. He didn’t even know he was going to drop the love bomb like that out of nowhere. Taeyong looked like he had just witnessed a murder as his eyes kept darting between Jaemin and Jaehyun, Jungwoo looked a little too proud, and Yuta was just washed over with realization.

“Oh.” Jaehyun blinked. “Cool, I guess. Does that mean you’re not joining us for movie night then?”

Jaemin wasn’t sure how obvious the shock showed on his face, but this felt too easy. For a little over a month, Jaemin had been skirting around his relationship with you because of your big brother, and now he was acting scarily nonchalant.

“You’re not mad?” Jaemin asked, wide-eyed.

Jaehyun laughed. “I mean, it’s kinda weird that you’re dating my little sister, but why would I be mad?”

“Maybe it’s because you said ‘if anyone lays a hand on my little sister, then I will make sure you look uglier than you already are,’” Yuta reminded him with Jaemin nodding along at his words. “And that was verbatim.”

“That’s for people hitting on my sister to get laid, not people dating my sister,” Jaehyun corrected. “I don’t control her decisions.”

Jaemin smiled through the internal pain of realizing he did exactly that. If Jaehyun found out he wasn’t dating you, then Jaemin was in for an earful. Thankfully, you were too dazed over Jaemin’s earlier confession to decide to start shit.

“Plus,” Jaehyun continued, “I knew you guys had a thing.”

“What?” Jaemin spluttered, blinking wildly. His tongue was performing acrobatics to formulate words but it wasn’t working.

“I had a suspicion when you climbed up my tree to get into the house,” Jaehyun said. “When I walked into the room later, that just confirmed my suspicions because, you know…”

Jaemin’s cheeks went hot when he realized that Jaehyun had probably caught onto the fact that he had a boner back then. Without a word, you rushed out of the kitchen, gaze averted which was what Jaemin supposed was embarrassment. Jaemin heard the front door open and close. He turned to follow after you, but swallowed thickly and froze in place.

“Go, Jaemin,” Jeno urged him, a tone of seriousness taking over.

“Yeah, don’t sweat it,” YangYang said cooly. “It’s just movie night.”

Jaemin clenched his jaw and nodded, thinking about how shitty it would be if he did all of that just to be rejected. Jaehyun’s house was a warzone and he knew better than to come tonight, but he still did, and he still fucked everything up. If things went wrong with you—

“Jaemin,” Jaehyun cut into his thoughts, “just so you know, I’m cool with you dating my sister.”

It was funny how a few words could make someone’s day, but Jaemin was surprised at the weight those words took off of his shoulders. He contained the joy to a half-smile and left the kitchen and walked out of your house to find you.

You hadn’t gone far at all. You were pacing along the sidewalk looking frazzled, hands lacing together and eyes cast down. Jaemin walked over to you and tried to take your hand but you pulled away.

“Did you mean what you said?” you asked, overcome with raw emotion.

“Yeah,” Jaemin replied, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I know I’m the one who didn’t want to start anything, and I lied about not wanting anything, but… this is how I feel, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“I’m not exactly expressive if you haven’t noticed.”

“Oh, trust me, I’ve noticed,” you replied incredulously, lower lip starting to quiver. “I just—I don’t know—I thought I was just going to be an afterthought to you.”

Jaemin froze when he saw tears start to gloss your eyes. He never knew how to deal with people crying, especially when they were girls. He took your face in his hands and wiped your stray tears away with his thumbs, sighing softly.

“Let’s go to my place.”

“What? Why?”

“I need to show you how much I love you,” he replied firmly, taking your hand in his and walking in the direction of his apartment. “It’s kind of funny that you thought that because you’ve been all I could think about for the past month.”

More tears were starting to well up in your eyes, but you blinked them away.

Stay calm, Jaemin’s brain instructed him. Cupid can sense your fear.

“I love you,” he continued. “Should I say it again? I love you, I love you, I love—”

“Alright, Jaemin!” Your face beamed like a Christmas tree but you were still a flustered mess. “God, stop looking at me like that.”

“No,” he said, stopping in his tracks. “I’m going to keep saying it because I don’t think you get it.”

“Jaemin, we’re in the middle of the sidewalk,” you squeaked out as he kissed your cheek.

“I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss.

“J-Jaemin, I get it,” you whined out, scrunching your nose up at his affection. Jaemin continued, though, and you happened to reach your limit. You gripped his shoulders and held him away from you. “God, Jaemin, I love you, okay? You have to give me a chance to say it back at least.”

This time, Jaemin was the one to get shy. “Huh? You like me back?”

“Jaemin, you idiot, you’re so slow,” you mused, “I’ve liked you this entire time.”

He took your hand, his gaze never leaving yours, and rubbed your palm in circles with his thumb. “I know I’ve been a dick… on multiple occasions,” he admitted, “but I want to be with you.”

“Jaemin—”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked.

Jaemin wondered how many seconds passed after, but it felt like centuries to him. He didn’t budge, however, because he wanted you more than ever.

“Yes,” you finally confessed, which, in essence, was a fever dream in itself.

Jaemin expected his reaction to be different, but instead, his eyes wandered off, lost in thought. He looked toward the moon overlooking that hill where he nearly hooked up with you on the night of the party. That felt like eons ago despite being not that long ago, but it carried a comforting wave of nostalgia.

“You know, on second thought, we’re gonna stargaze.”

You looked at Jaemin like he was some undiscovered specimen, but you still followed him. He laid on his back, scrunching up his nose when the grass tickled his face, and he held his hand out to you. You took it, crouching down to lay down next to him. This time, Jaemin spread his arm out so that you could lay against his chest.

You cuddled up against his chest and Jaemin thought he could die a happy man.

He looked over at you, heart hammering against his ribcage like he was hopped up on ten energy drinks. The glow of the moon illuminated the gentle curves of your face and Jaemin didn’t realize he was kissing you until he realized he had tilted your face toward him and cupped your soft cheek. His whole body felt fuzzy when your hands rested on his chest, when he could taste your fruity chapstick.

It was kind of embarrassing how nervous Jaemin was getting. His hands were starting to sweat and he was feeling kiss-dazed, smiling like an idiot because your soft lips were everything. When he pulled away, he pecked your lips one last time, his eyes unable to leave your face.

He threw his pride to the wind and confessed, “You’re so beautiful.”

Your expression was priceless. Jaemin indulged in watching you become a stuttering, faltering mess in front of him, struggling for words that could come out coherently.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t call anyone beautiful over your dead body,” you managed.

“Well, you’re not anyone, are you?” Jaemin raised a brow “You’re Y/N.”

“You’re such a smooth talker sometimes,” you acknowledged, “you know, when you’re not completely malfunctioning.”

“Shh.” Jaemin pulled you closer. “Let me enjoy this.”

“Fine, but you’re making it up to me later for playing cat and mouse for a month.”

Jaemin scoffed. “Please, I was the mouse most of the time.”

A bubble of a laugh escaped your lips and you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. “I’m really happy, you know?” you mumbled into his chest.

Jaemin kissed the top of your head, whispering a “yeah” into your hair. Maybe one day he’d admit that he was just as over-the-moon as you were, and maybe it would be coerced out of him hours later, but right now, under the starry night sky, he could only think about how lucky he was. It was funny, though, because now he could see the stars.

And they were so beautiful.

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[basicallywhiterice]

the closing remarks (mark lee)

If you’re not his first and he’s not your last, then he’ll be your worst and you’ll be his best.

pairing: mark lee x reader

genre: fluff, angst, flangst. highschool!au, rich kid!au, debate!au, breakup!au

word count: 777

warnings: none

a/n: this is a standalone fic, but it’s part 5/6 of the growing pains series—kind of the end, since the last part is the epilogue :’)

You don’t spend the summer with Mark again—will not allow yourself to—but you find he comes to occupy bits of your time.

After graduation, there are state championships, which you win with him as a final high school hurrah. Then comes national competitions where you break into the top 16 teams, helping the underclassmen prepare for debate cases next year, and passing down team captain positions to Chenle and Jisung. But you also catch glimpses of him while waiting in line at the grocery store. On Thursdays and Saturdays, the only days when everyone is free, you slide into his house or Jaemin’s car with your friends, living it up for the last summer before you go your separate ways. In July, you’re both counselors at the same middle school camp, and it’s nice to have a friend while you corral groups of rambunctious teenagers into doing the day’s activities.

They say summertime makes a person fall in love, and it’s true—but this time around, even when Mark is around, you fall in love with yourself, not him. Sometimes, when the sunlight dances across his face and highlights the liveliness of his eyes, you catch yourself longing for who he was to the person you used to be. But now, you look at your memories without the rose-tinted glasses, and you feel a bit sorry for your former self. The only way Mark could have completed you is if you weren’t enough, and in the process of losing a lover, you have gained yourself.

You still have a lot of big emotions, but they’re smoother around the edges now, less volatile and more of a steady presence you’ve learned how to carry. Such is the price of growing older—such is the loss of childhood innocence and the shouldering of adult choices and responsibilities. Your emotions are still jumbled around in your chest, but you’re not sure where the liberation starts and ends, where it dips into nostalgia and longing before crossing into hope for the future. You are reborn now, gathering the parts of you that aren’t tied to Mark and reclaiming the ones that he touched.

You still have a lot of big emotions, and Mark is still understanding of them. You don’t discuss it—don’t know if you could verbalize them even if you tried—but there’s no need, for he’s quietly understanding and lets you dispel the lingering tension between you once you no longer care for it. But he’s not the only person who understands, not when your friends are undergoing similar growing pains. He’s not the person who understands best, not when that person is you.

So you are more than content to be with Mark when the universe so decides, sharing a unique sense of peace that only you two have emerged from, stronger. You are happy to see him grow, to hear occasional updates on how he’s mending his relationship with his parents, and watch the spark in his eyes grow when he explains astrophysics to middle schoolers in between activities. In the end, you were never meant to last by crashing together. Love is gentle and caring and second nature, and now, he cannot give you the type of love that you deserve, not when you are better off growing apart.

“Do you think we would’ve worked out?” you almost catch yourself asking on the second to last day of camp. It’s dark, minutes before midnight, save for the flickering campfire in front of you.

“Not like this,” you imagine him replying. It’s an answer you’ve made peace with a long time ago, back when you were still in love. “We ran our course. We were unhappy. I couldn’t do something that was bad for us.”

“I’m glad we met,” you say instead, breaking the comfortable silence that’s settled between the two of you. “I grew a lot, and I like who I am. Thank you for coming into my life.”

“I am too,” he replies, his voice full of memories but free of longing. “I’ll always be grateful for how you’ve helped me. Don’t… be a stranger once school starts, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You tried your best, and you trust that Mark did, too. “I won’t.”

So this is how love ends: like the sweet taste of a popsicle melting from your tongue, like bidding farewell to an old friend at the airport, like unpacking your suitcase in your new dorm room, like moving on—and being happy to your core that you did. It’s not really an ending, or a loss. It can’t be, not when you’ve gained so much. In the end, you allow yourself to embrace the new beginning.

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[cloudytaemin]

Frost (Act I)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Series Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Chapter Genre: Angst, Mild Fluff

Warnings: None

WC: 1.64k

Summary: Taemin kept a secret. You found it eventually, but it tore both of you apart. He knows he messed up, he knows that he longs for you every single day but can't go to you. At least not until now.

A/N: Okay. So. This story is dedicated to my dearest @taemin-jaemin for our fic exchange that I am horribly horribly late to, but I changed the story for this more times than I can even count so. It's a little bit of everything, I hope you like it! It was too long to be one big piece for my liking, so I split it into two. Fluff, angst, and smut? What could go wrong, honestly.

Full of loneliness, this garden bloomed Full of thorns, I bind myself in this sand castle

Taemin brushes his fingers over the rose petals, tears flowing from his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, gulping. “It was my fault, why can’t I have you back?” He asks himself, voice cracking.

His maid runs along the stone path of the garden, looking for him. “Taemin? Where are you?” She calls, rounding the corner. “Oh, master,” she sees his hunched back, rays of the sun illuminating him.

“I know you miss y/n,” she crouches in front of him and tries to meet his eyes, the eyes that desperately avoid her at every moment. ”Do you want me to bring you some water?” She tilts her head and sadly watches the ice prince get torn apart by his tormenting thoughts, the never-ending cycle she can only spectate.

Taemin leans forward until his head lands on his maid’s shoulder, crying out at the pain he feels. He clutches the rose in his hand until the thorns pierce his skin, until they begin to distract him from the painful memory that he betrayed you.

What is your name, do you have a place to go Oh, could you tell me?

”Do you want to come over to my house?” He asks as you get the door to your own slammed in your face, telling you to never come back.

”He’ll open it in another hour when he realizes that was my brother’s report card and not mine,” you say, rolling your eyes.

”You can text him and say you’re coming to my place,” the boy says, picking up your backpack.

”Hold on a minute.” You stop and he knits his eyebrows, puzzled. “What’s your name again?”

”y/n, are you kidding me right now?!” He exclaims, pouting.

“Y-yes?” You try to defend yourself but give up quickly. ”I’m unfortunately not actually… all I know is that your last name’s Lee!”

”Yeah, I am Lee. Lee Taemin,” he finishes. For extra effect, the blonde haired high schooler turns and does the James Bond shot with a finger gun.

You giggle and start to walk down the driveway to his car, opening the door of the Aston-Martin carefully. “You know I could never afford a car like this, I don’t even know how you do.”

”It’s ‘cause I’m from the west side of the city. One day you’ll get rich, I‘ll make sure to live to see it.“

I saw you hiding in this garden, and I know All of your warmth is real

Another rose petal turns to ice between Taemin’s fingers as he rubs it softly. He curses under his breath and swallows, trying to hold his tears from coming back up. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

His phone buzzes and he pulls it out of the pocket of his beige overcoat, the same one you loved.

M: Hey Taem, wanna have lunch? Me and Jinki are going out, I think Jonghyun is coming too if he’s not with Kibum

T: Not today

T: Maybe tomorrow, but have fun

He feels his phone buzz again as he drops it back into the oversized pocket, but ignores it.

He reminisces on how you would smile when he made it snow over the garden, made perfect little snowflakes all for you. Your warmth melted all of his sadness away, kept him from turning his world to an icy haze.

Don't smile to me Light on me

”Hey favorite human,” Taemin smiles to you and holds out a warm coffee.

”Hey favorite human!” You echo, taking the paper cup and thanking him softly. “You don’t have to keep buying me coffee you know.”

Taemin scoffs lightly, no offense behind it. “I buy you coffee because you’re y/n, not because of anything else.”

“What’s so special about being me?” You inquire, taking a sip of the liquid. “I haven’t done anything special.”

He places his own coffee on the bench and directs his eyes to his lap. A sheepish smile paints his lips and he blinks two beats faster. He reaches into the pocket of his beige overcoat and pulls out a small envelope. “Just… trust me. You’re special. Maybe this will tell you why. Read it after you go home, okay?”

”Why not now?”

“Always curious, I should have known you’d ask. I know I’m not the smartest, but maybe just go with me on this, for once in your life.“ He picks up the drink and stands, bidding you a good winter break and goodbye.

Because I can't get closer to you There's no name you can call me

"I'm not in love with you anymore, Taem, I don't know what else to say," he repeats the ill-fated words to himself again and again.

He had given you his world. His entire world. Taemin flurries a small pile of snow into his hand until it's enough for him to make into a miniature snowman, one that makes him remember you again. This time he smiles, a tiny, sad smile that brings tears to his eyes.

It's not a mystery where you are, it's just a matter of time of when he can bring himself to face you again. Every day he knows that you're only an hour drive away, working in that little coffee shop on the corner of second and seventh.

But, despite this fact, he knows that you would treat him like a stranger. He knows you'd only serve him the coffee he asked for and move on with your day, even when that coffee was the one he used to buy you every Wednesday.

Taemin liked warm things, he liked hot drinks because he was so cold. His icy powers only made him colder, the heat of the coffees or teas going down his throat made him feel more alive.

Without you he forced himself into the cold. He had turned his back on you, so you eventually did the same. Even if he had still loved you, he didn't make it clear.

I can't show you a ruined part of myself Once again I put on a mask and go to see you

"What are you doing?!" You scream, watching as Taemin slams a vase onto the floor, shattering it into millions of pieces.

He snaps his head in your direction, eyes ice-blue. They begin to fade as his eyebrows unfurl and his scowl disappears. "y/n."

You're unable to move from the shock. A corner of the room is frosted up to the ceiling, paint covered by the icy pattern. Glass is shattered in various spots, picture frames are broken with the photos torn out.

"It's not what it looks like, I-"

"You what?! You fucking what, Taemin?! The entire room is in shreds, you've got some crazy blue eyes going on, the damn walls have frost covering them, what do you mean it's not what it looks like?! What am I even supposed to think?! How does shit like this even happen?!" Tears flow down your cheeks as you yell, unable to comprehend anything you're seeing.

He knew his act was up, you'd seen the worst part of him. A part he wasn't ready to show you. "Just give me time, you weren't supposed to find out like this, I was going to tell you-"

"Tell me what?! What are you keeping?! I understand that this is your room and your house but I never knew you were even this way! If not now, then fucking when, Taemin..." you wipe your eyes and run out of the room, only to hear him chase after you.

"y/n, wait!"

Bloomed in a garden of loneliness A flower that resembles you

Today is the day, he thinks. Maybe today he'll be able to face you. He steps out of the same Aston-Martin from all those years ago in front of the little coffee shop.

His leather gloves are slowly pulled off his hands as he walks inside, taking a deep whiff of the air. It smells undeniably like coffee beans and cocoa, but there's always a soft undertone of your perfume that he knew nobody else could notice.

It'd been years since he last visited the small cafe. It felt nice to see a few customers here and there, to see other people. A little girl comes running out from behind the counter, sporting your hair color and nose. "Hello, sir!" She tugs on the edge of Taemin's overcoat.

"Hi, little one," he whispers, leaning down to meet her eyes. "Who would you be?"

"Yena!" she beams at him. "Wanna see my stuffed ducky?"

"Sure, why not," he smiles again as she runs away, going to retrieve the stuffed animal.

I am shattered I'm so afraid

You sit with your back turned, feeling betrayed. "You really thought it wasn't a big deal?"

"I had it under control, it was better, nobody was getting hurt anymore," Taemin says, turning the frozen flower in his hands.

"But what about trust?" You ask, sighing.

He doesn't respond, you only hear him gulp before the bed caves behind you, he's sat down.

"It's important to say these kinds of things, you could have... ended up truly hurting someone. What about when we have a child, what if I never knew? What if you ended up hurting her?" You whisper.

"What?!" He stands back up, heels of his boots thumping against the floor. "You think I'd end up hurting our goddamn child? You trust me that little?!" He raises his voice.

"I don't know, what if you spiraled out of control again?!" You raise yours right back, finally turning to look him in the eyes.

"God dammit y/n, what the hell are you expecting from me? Do you think I'm a monster?" He asks, running his fingers through his hair.

"Maybe you are." You cut the conversation off.

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[markhycks]

markhyuck high school au

based on attention by charlie puth (a lil bittersweet n im thinkin of makin a pt 2 but pls leave feedback!)

tumblr’s a bitch to post on so yall can read it here on ao3

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[dreamiesdotcom]

tw: character death

[12:28pm] You and Jaemin have been together for most of life — as young kids stumbling around in a playground, as grade schoolers, as high school best friends. Isn't it normal for you both to get together as you grow old? That was the only thing missing to your story: you need him to fall in love with you.

There's this one problem, though.

"I'm... really transparent, huh?" You mumble to yourself, trying to walk through the hospital walls. You succeed. "So I really died..."

You search for a familiar face among those crying on you — you find him not there, but your heart aches at the sight of your parents crying. You walk over to them and press a kiss on their foreheads, knocking your forehead against each other, and they can't feel you, but you call them — "Mother... Father... I'm fine. I hope soon, you'll be too."

"He's not picking up," Jaemin's mother says, eyes swollen. "He's not replying to texts either."

And only then do you remember what happened.

You were on the way to a park where you and your best friend are gonna meet Jaemin, when you noticed a kid trying to cross the road. He almost got hit by a car, if not for you pushing him away.

And then endless brightness blinded you.

'Jaemin must be waiting for me at the park,' you thought to yourself. They can't see, hear, or feel you, but you hug each of them and kiss their foreheads again. 'Just in case I won't be able to go back... I love you guys.'

You walk your way towards the place you were supposed to meet, searching for traces of Jaemin and your best friend. A pain in your chest stops you at your tracks at your memory; you remember telling your best friend that you'd confess to him today. You'd finally tell Na Jaemin you're in love with him.

You find him standing there, but he wasn't alone.

There Na Jaemin was, kissing a girl. Not just any girl — your best friend. The rain falls quietly around them, drenching them both, but they're warm; so warm. They're holding each other and they seem to never want to let go.

A bitter smile draws on your face, tears falling from your eyes — who knew you could still cry after you die?

You reach your hand out to Jaemin's direction — you move closer, walking gently, trying to hold him. They part from their kiss, foreheads held against each other.

You try to hug him from behind, as much as you can in the state.

"Dear God," you whisper, "If you exist... if you're somewhere there listening to me.

"Please let me tell him that I love him."

But it's too late, they're walking away, and you're fading into firefly lights to decorate their moment of sweetness. You breathe in, breathe out, and shine like the most beautiful star the universe held.

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[tenderlyrenjun]

𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘯'𝘴 𝘮.𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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Kinktober masterlist

CANCELLED

That 90s Love [mini series] | other ideas

various smut/fluff/angst scenes about a few nct 2020 members as SNU's Gators make their way through the hockey season

Let's Play Ball [mini series]

various smut/fluff scenarios about nct's 00 line and Mark Lee as they make their way to the baseball championships; eta January 2022; a very tentative series

contagion (one-shot) | renjun x reader

angst, fluff, suggestive, college au, medical au, law au, enemies to fwb to lovers, gender ambiguous reader, sketch artist!renjun, pharm tech!reader

face to face (one-shot) | renjun x reader

high school au, angst, friends to lovers, older reader, feminine reader, love confessions in a stairwell during prom

the rich truth (completed/ish series) | renjun x reader

half-sns au / half-written, fluff, angst, suggestive, personal favorite, strangers to lovers, girl reader, college au, rich kids au, lost phone au, repost from my old blog, mentions of alcohol, partying, food mention

positions (potentially ongoing series) | renjun x reader

angst, college au, mentions of alcohol, strangers to lovers, gender ambiguous reader (subject to change; sorry)

privacy (one-shot) | renjun x reader

posts about privacy

smut, fluff, historical drama, strangers/friends to lovers, female/girl reader, implied rich kid au, secret identities

quiet down (one-shot) | renjun x reader

smut, female reader, est. relationship au, non-idol au

ready, set, play (one shot) | renjun x reader

smut, porn without a plot, college au, enemies/strangers to lovers, rushed fic

teacher's assistant | renjun x reader

fluff, college au, strangers to lovers, gender ambiguous reader, spin off from wanna go ice skating with me? (see below), food/coffee mentions, reader is shorter than him, set in late fall/early winter, music theory TA!renjun, psychology student!reader

when it comes to us (one shot) | renjun x reader

posts about when it comes to us

angst, smut, college au, strangers to friends to academic rivals to lovers, fem/girl reader, law students, food mentions

when the heart bleeds | renjun x reader

posts about wthb

angst, personal favorite, vampire au, tw cheating, set in Tang Dynasty China, lovers to enemies

away we happened | jeno x reader

angst (like nostalgic sad), personal favorite, college au, rich kid au, spin off from the rich truth (see above), mentions of food, gender ambiguous reader

married (one shot) | jeno x reader

posts about married

fluff n smut, reader's favorite, fem reader, porn with feelings, mutual pining, post college au, wedding fic, slight rich kid au

(prequel*) time out | jeno x reader

smut, *readers' favorite, enemies to lovers, hockey co-captain! jeno, implied rich kid au (like I don't say "hey they're rich!" but there are excessive references to being rich), spin off from teacher's assistant (see above), mentions of alcohol, female reader

move (one-shot) | jaemin x reader

fluff, girl reader, college au, featuring best friend chenle, strangers to lovers, mentions of alcohol

three (one-shot) | jaemin x reader

angst, smut, fem reader, partial college au, best friends, alcohol consumption tw, spin off from married (see above), one sided pining

7 days | jaemin x reader

angst/fluff, personal favorite, college au, rich kid au, mentions of food, spin off from the rich truth (see above), gender ambiguous reader

the one with the halloween party (2) (3) | yangyang x reader

posts about the one with series

fluff, smut, a hint of angst, readers' favorite, female reader, college au, mentions of alcohol, a healthy relationship (!), best friend ten, fwb to lovers, sneaky relationship

wanna go ice skating with me? (one-shot) | yangyang x reader

fluff, college au, gender ambiguous reader, strangers to friends to lovers, similarly height reader, newbie hockey player!yangyang, figure skating champion!reader

netflix and studying? (one-shot) | chenle x reader

fluff, college au, tutoring au, food mention, gender ambiguous reader, spin off from the one with the halloween party (see above)

married (potential one-shot) | jisung x reader

posts about married (jisung ver)

smut/fluff, f reader, college au, est. relationship au, porn with feelings, wedding fic, spin off/ish from married (jeno ver, see above)

stay | jisung x reader feat. jeno

smut/fluff, angst if you squint, f reader, friends with benefits au, porn with very little plot, one-sided pining/ish, implied jealousy

#mia.txt

[sankyeom]

this one ends in a bit of a cliff hanger, reader be warned...

𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎? // 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢!𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚡 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎? 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 // 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 // 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

When Y/n and Jaemin exited school, the usual crowd of high schoolers surrounded them as they all tried to get home. Amongst the crowd of school uniforms, a black leather jacket stood out as the body inside it leaned against a motorcycle with a small smile. Y/n bit her bottom lip to fight back a smile as she led Jaemin over to where Jeno was waiting for her.

As people realised who Jeno was waiting for, people stopped where they were going to stare and whisper amongst each other. Y/n ignored them, unbothered at the sudden attention since she knew they weren’t worth her time.

“Hey,” Y/n greeted. “Thanks for coming,” she added.

“Of course,” Jeno replied, eyes creasing as his smile grew. “Wouldn’t miss it,” he added before nodding over at Jaemin. Jaemin nodded back, making Y/n raise an eyebrow in surprise at their polite actions.

“I’ve got to get to dance team,” Jaemin reminded Y/n, wrapping his arms around her in a tight goodbye hug. “We miss you on the team. Don’t get in trouble again, okay? Wouldn’t want you to miss too many practices,” he said to Jeno, who thanked him and gave him a small smile.

“Bye Nana,” Y/n said her farewell before turning to face Jeno in surprise. “I think I’m going crazy,” she joked, making Jeno whine.

“Stop,” he said. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“You’re being nice to each other!” Y/n exclaimed. “How can I not be surprised?” Y/n stood on the tops of her toes to press her hand against Jeno’s forehead. “Are you sick? Are you feverish? Is that why you’re behaving out of the ordinary?” she frowned, standing normally and tapping her forehead as if she was thinking. “But that doesn’t explain Jaemin’s behaviour…”

“Okay, very funny,” Jeno rolled his eyes and Y/n laughed. “We just… Agreed to be neutral instead of always at odds with each other,” he said vaguely.

Y/n grinned. “Well, I’m glad,” she stated, looking genuinely relieved that Jeno and Jaemin were getting along.

“Here,” Jeno passed Y/n a helmet and took off his leather jacket for her to wear. She thanked him, taking both and putting them on as their peers watched in complete awe and surprise. It wasn’t everyday that the resident bad boy who had just gotten suspended and the school’s top student got onto a motorcycle together.

“Haeunnie, I’m home!” Y/n called out for her little sister as she and Jeno entered the house.

“Y/n!” she called back. Y/n and Jeno heard a small crash followed by the tiny thumping sounds of childish feet running across the hall until Haeun came into view with a large beam. “I missed you!” she declared, throwing herself at Y/n.

“I missed you too,” Y/n assured, hugging Haeun back just as tightly. “Do you remember Jeno?” she asked, motioning over to the boy next to her. “He helped me go pick you up a month ago.”

“Hello,” Haeun greeted politely, her large eyes shining with mirth. “Did you give Y/n a ride on your motorcycle again?”

“I did,” Jeno confirmed with a nod.

“That’s romantic,” Haeun said, making Y/n lightly nudge her sister to warn her. “It happens in all the movies! And in Suho’s drama,” she added, thinking of her favourite idol. “I wish I could have a ride…”

Y/n laughed. “She’s really into Suho from EXO these days,” she told Jeno. “When you’re my age, you can have a ride on a motorcycle too. But you’re too small now and I want you to be safe, okay?” Haeun frowned, but eventually agreed. “What was all that crashing in your room?”

“I knocked over my chair but I’m okay,” Haeun promised. “Are you going to watch a movie?”

“You’re not allowed to watch movies right after school, remember? Jeno and I won’t either, we’re doing homework,” Y/n corrected, making Haeun pout.

“Fine. I’ll go do my homework, too,” she sighed, giving Jeno one last winning smile before trudging back to her room.

“She’s cute,” Jeno laughed when Y/n glanced at him, amused about Haeun’s antics.

“She’s a troublemaker,” Y/n corrected. “She gets it from my dad,” she added with a grin. “Do you want anything to eat or drink?” Y/n offered. “Why don’t you help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge while I go get changed,” she motioned to her school uniform.

“I’ll just sit and wait for you,” he suggested, motioning to the barstools by the kitchen counter where Y/n had put her school bag down.

Y/n made her way upstairs and quickly changed into a soft blue sweater and grey sweatpants in order to be as comfortable as possible. She paused at the mirror hanging on the back of her room door, observing the way she looked. Then, Y/n scolded herself. She knew that she didn’t have to dress to impress anybody, but somehow she felt embarrassed knowing that Jeno would see her in such comfortable, informal clothes.

Ignoring the feeling growing in her stomach, Y/n made her way back downstairs and smiled at Jeno. His feet were dangling from the bar stools by the counter and for some reason, this image was unusually cute for what Y/n had seen from Jeno.

“Okay, what are we eating?” Y/n asked, making her way into the kitchen and rummaging through the pantry. “Sweet or salty?”

“Sweet for sure,” Jeno said.

“How sweet?” Y/n asked, turning around to face him. “Do you need me to get the brown sugar out like Jaemin?”

Jeno burst out laughing. “He still does that?” he asked, delighted at the image of Jaemin still snacking on brown sugar in his free time due to his extreme taste.

“Yeah! It’s a wonder that kid doesn’t have cavities everywhere,” Y/n mused to herself. “Well, I love him so I guess I can’t complain too much.”

Jeno’s laughter ceased and he cleared his throat. “So, is it true?” he asked suddenly as Y/n pulled out a packet of gummy bears for them to eat. “Are you guys really dating?”

“No,” Y/n denied, taking the seat next to him. “Do people really think that?” she asked, surprised. “I thought my friends just said that to make fun of us.”

“People really think that,” Jeno confirmed. “I always thought that was why guys never approached you to flirt with you. They think you’re already dating Jaemin so they just ask you to pass on gifts to Ryujin, Yeri, and Somi.”

The idea startled Y/n. “I never even thought about it like that,” she admitted. “I always just thought that I was, I don’t know, ugly or unlikeable,” Y/n laughed awkwardly, trying to play it off as if she didn’t really care what other people thought about her.

“Well it’s the only thing that makes sense to me,” Jeno retorted. “I mean, you’re incredibly smart and funny and caring, and you’re really beautiful so I don’t see why people wouldn’t flirt with you. That’s the only reason I can think of. Your friends never really had boyfriends or showed interest in specific boys, whereas you and Jaemin have been attached at the hip since the first day of high school.”

Y/n smiled at Jeno, making him feel nervous. “What?” he asked.

“You think I’m smart,” she commented. “And funny and caring and beautiful,” Y/n beamed.

Jeno tried to fight the blood from rushing to his cheeks but he knew it was too late. “So what?” he asked, coughing. “Aren’t I allowed to think that you’re all of those things?”

“You are,” Y/n agreed. “You’re just the first boy to ever tell me that. Apart from Jaemin, but that’s different.”

“Why’s that different?” Jeno asked.

Y/n shrugged. “He’s my best friend. He just means it platonically, the way you’d tell your sister she’s beautiful.”

“Maybe that’s how I mean it,” Jeno argued.

“Maybe,” Y/n hummed. “But Jaemin never blushes when he tells me I’m beautiful.”

Jeno knew he had been caught, which only proceeded to make him blush even more. “Do your homework,” he mumbled, embarassed to have been caught like that.

Y/n laughed, passing him a red gummy bear. “Here, to match your cheeks,” she teased. Jeno grabbed it and threw it back at her, making Y/n’s giggling increase and intensify more as she knew he was trying to hide his red, blushing cheeks from her.

“So what if I’m blushing?” Jeno challenged, placing his hands on his cheeks in an attempt to cool them. “I’m allowed to blush, especially since I’ve liked you since middle school,” he boldly admitted.

Y/n’s laughter died down and she stared at Jeno in shock.

What did he just say?

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[gohyuck]

hi, for the dreamie drabble game; jeno with 4, 8 and 6 please ^^

based off of this post

this is highkey a ficlet because it’s 1.7k words but whatever

okay i wanna expand this and make it a full fic with a lot more detail and timestamps but idk if anyone would ever want that so lmk if you do i guess?

4: college

8: childhood friends

6:  “you used to joke calling me little brother but something changed and now you’re my girl.”

[february of 2019]

after being denied entry at not one but two frat parties (dismissed each time with ‘what kind of freshmen think they’re allowed in?’ and laughter that can only be described as mocking) your friends and you find yourselves back where you pre-gamed: the lobby of your residence hall. your RA has been turning a blind eye for quite some time (you mentally thank johnny for being the chillest person alive), allowing all of you to drink almost completely freely in your dorm’s common areas.

as you settle onto one of the beat up couches in the corner farthest away from the entrance, you can’t help but survey your surroundings. mark is getting his ass absolutely handed to him by donghyuck at the center pool table while renjun discreetly videotapes the debacle. you have a sneaking suspicion that he’ll edit it to death (you can envision it now - the camera zooming in on mark’s face after he accidentally hits the 8 ball in prematurely, colors fading to black and white as wasted swims across the screen in bold, brilliantly red letters) and post it on his growing youtube channel by tomorrow night. jaemin, ryujin, and chaeryeong are parked in front of the sole tv, hollering drunkenly at whatever game replay is flashing across the screen. yeji and chenle are bickering over something or the other - “a yellow hat? with that monstrosity of a jacket? are you out of your damn mind, zhong?” - and jisung, who, like chenle, is definitely still a high schooler, sits on his phone in a corner of the room, likely playing pubg.

even in a room full of the people you love most, however, your gaze ends up naturally falling on the person beside you - jeno, who pauses in whatever he’s doing (moving magazines off of the coffee table so he can put his feet on it) to send you a small smile that makes your heart beat out of your chest. he finishes up, setting his bottle of dos equis down on a haphazard stack of time mags before leaning back onto the couch, throwing one of his arms around you as he does. before you can say anything, he pulls you into his chest, pressing his lips to your temple.

you relax into his arms, knowing it’s exactly where you’re meant to be. frankly, you note, it’s a wonder that it wasn’t always like this.

[june of 2012]

you shift awkwardly on your feet as you wait. you chew on the inside of your cheek, you inspect your nails for dirt not once, not twice, but thrice. the door stays closed, though, and you wonder how long you have to stay before your mother calls you back.

after what feels like a true eternity, you sigh, finally giving up. just as you turn around, however, you hear the door fly open behind you, hitting a wall - or a person, you aren’t sure - with a resounding thwack that makes you wince on impulse. you turn around quickly, only to come face to face with a boy who’s wearing the most sheepish expression of all time.

“hi,” you say once you’ve regathered your wits, stepping forward to reach out your hand. “i’m (name), and i live right next door. i figured i should introduce myself, since you’re new.” a lie. your mom had noticed that your new neighbors seemed to have a kid around your age and had all but forced you to go talk to him. she seemed excited at the prospect of you making a new friend. you? you really couldn’t care less.

the boy smiles, taking your outstretched hand into his. he shakes it once, twice before letting go, and you find yourself smiling back before you can register your own reaction.

“i’m jeno,” he finally says, and a voice in the back of your mind tells you that this moment is important. you push it away. “it was nice to meet you,” he says politely, although not unkindly, and you recognize that neither of you have much else to say to each other. it isn’t an unpleasant end to the conversation, but, and you only realize this much, much later, it’s a reasonably pleasant beginning to the most important friendship of your life.

[april of 2015]

“so i went in and asked for extra credit and, surprisingly, he said y- jeno!” you reach across the table to smack your best friend’s hand away from your basket of french fries, only to hand him one of your precious fries yourself once he pouts at you. your friend felix snorts at your interaction, and you shoot him your best pissed-off glare you can muster.

“i can’t believe mr. kim really gave you extra credit, though. he’s usually kind of a hard ass.” somi brings your attention back to your story, and you nod in agreement.

“maybe he just likes (name),” jeno says, leaning across the food court table to finesse another one of your fries. “after all, who could dislike you?” he directs the last part at you, and you can’t help but roll your eyes even as you smile at him.

“you’re just saying that because you want more of my fries,” you state, pulling your tray towards you. your best friend furrows his brow at the growing space between him and his (your) potatoes, but before he can say anything, hyunjin beats him to it.

“we’ll be late to the movie if you two idiots keep flirting, so let’s get a move on, maybe?”

before you and jeno can protest, the rest of your friends are already getting up to go throw away the remnants of their lunches. you simply share a look with jeno that says everything you need to say before you both toss your trash away and move to join the rest of your” friends. as you all fall into step and chatter with each other, jeno throws his arms easily over your shoulder. you fall into his side embrace naturally.

neither of you notice the glances your friends throw at you from time to time.

[january of 2017]

“are you sure you and jeno aren’t a thing?”

somi has always been fairly blunt, and you suppose you can’t blame her for something that’s so inherent. still, you choke on air, forcing daehwi to smack you repeatedly on the back until your breathing pattern restores itself. 

“god no, not at all,” you force out between wheezes. “he’s like - he’s like a little brother to me.”

“so i guess we live in alabama now-” she starts, but before she can finish her sentence, jeno drops his backpack down onto the seat next to you. 

you turn around to greet him, only to be taken aback by just how pissed off he looks. in that moment, you decide it’s better if you leave him alone, though you do make sure to tell yourself to ask him about what’s bothering him after school. after all, he’s your ride home anyways.

“can you find someone else to drive you home today? i have errands to run.” jeno asks you, abruptly pulling you from your thoughts. his voice is low, slightly gruffer than usual. whatever it is must really, really have upset him.

“sure,” you say, shooting him a smile that’s - you hope - reassuring. he doesn’t return the expression, only nodding curtly before moving to pull his notebook out of his backpack. you turn away from him as well to face the board, although you find it hard for you to focus when the teacher starts to drone on and on about l’hospital’s rule.

you started the class period with no worries, and you’re going to end it with two: is your crush on jeno really that obvious? and, speaking of jeno, what’s bothering him so much? it can’t be you, can it?

[september of 2018]

“so that’s it, then?” 

jeno’s voice is steady but as sharp as a knife, and if you weren’t so angry at him you’d stop pacing to ask him if he’s doing okay. unfortunately for both of you, however, you’re pissed. extremely pissed. at him. 

“what’s it? huh? pray, tell me, what the fuck is it?”

“our friendship. it’s over, right? ever since you started hanging out with that prick yeonjun -”

“- he’s not a prick!”

“ever since you’ve started hanging out with him,” jeno continues. “you’ve had no time for me. none! i don’t care if you don’t like me back, but at the very least it would be cool if you made some goddamn time for me!” he slams his hands onto the frame of his bunk bed to emphasize his last point, but you don’t register the noise.

he likes you? jeno... likes you?

“you like me?” your voice is soft, a direct contrast to how jeno’d been speaking only moments earlier. he whips his head around to stare at you, and you see the realization of what he’s said dawn on him.

“fuck...” he murmurs, stepping back to lean against the ladder that’s build into his bed. you take the opportunity to step forward, your chest heaving as you try to let all of your anger go as you realize why jeno’s been acting the way he has.

“i’m not dating yeonjun, by the way,” you finally say once you’re directly in front of him. “how could i, when it’s always been you?”

[back to february of 2019]

“you know, it’s kind of crazy that we ended up together now, just within the last school year, after being best friends for all these years.” you say, looking up at your boyfriend. he raises an eyebrow back at you before leaning both of you over so he can grab his beer. 

“yeah? and whose fault is that?”

“both of ours? duh?” you respond, though you know he’s only messing with you. still, he just laughs before throwing a reply back at you. 

“you used to joke, calling me little brother, but something changed and now you’re my girl.” he emphasizes ‘something’ with just the right amount of pointedness, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at him.

“yeah, that something was me confessing to you, you idiot.”

“you only confessed because i told you i liked you first!” he exclaims, and you can’t help but giggle at his antics before craning your neck to press a kiss to his cheek. before jeno can capture your lips with his own, however, you hear someone mutter a ‘disgusting’ from somewhere above you.

you both look up only to come face-to-face with renjun’s video camera.

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[riarushi]

nct as cousins.

❥ genre- serious crack, fluff ❥ word count- 1.7k

Alternatively titled “NCT at Family Gatherings”. I think the universe wanted me to write this? Thank you to markleeholdingthings on Instagram for helping me out! (We made the most basic family dynamic on the planet.) ~Ness

➵ 

Taeil

Talks to the adults and enjoys it.

Some of the babies originally thought he was their uncle. 

Not necessarily close with any of his cousins except the older ones that took care of him growing up.

The younger ones aren’t too familiar with him since he doesn’t talk to them, but he likes to give them little trinkets when he sees them. 

Will offer to supervise the kiddos if they want to go outside. 

Has a music degree (big no no in this stereotypical family) and works in music production.

Johnny

The cousin that’s stuck in college, everyone loves him but the adults don’t think he is a good life example to the youngsters.

Second favourite of the adults (because the favourite has a degree and a job).

Likes talking w his fellow millennials while sipping his wine

He likes to give advice to high school cousins.

The baby cousins fear him :( He smiles at them lots and gets them the best presents to make up for it. 

Is probably still in college because he doesn’t want to join the adult table.

Taeyong

Taeyong likes the babies. 

He’ll sit them on his lap while he talks to the adults, making sure to play with them a bit so they don’t get bored. 

If they do anyway, he’ll get up and carry them back to the rest of the cousins, chatting with them for a while. 

The adults think he would make a great father. (Some of the nosy aunts and uncles like asking about his love life lmao) 

He treats the cousins around his age or older with respect. 

Overall everyone likes him because he’s happy to talk and easy to get along with.

Yuta

A social genius, he tailors his approach perfectly for every generation.

Has to greet every single child at the reunion before doing anything else. 

Every moment you look at him, there’s a different youngster in his arms and he’s high-fiving a different high schooler. 

Well-mannered with the adults and friendly with cousins of all ages. 

The high school-aged cousins love that he doesn’t treat them like angsty teenagers and he’s become a favourite among them.

Not jobless, to the relief of the parents.

Kun

Kun is the favourite, the cousin everyone gets compared to. 

He’s always busy working so he’s usually late to family gatherings. 

Is basically whisked away by the adults immediately to talk about adult things. 

He asks high school cousins “How’s school?”. Chill with them because he saw them grow up.

Has a huge soft spot for the baby cousins.

He’ll be in the middle of a conversation and drop everything when they tug on his sleeve.

Doyoung

Quiet, he does and talks about anything but only when he’s prompted.

He’s as successful as Kun, but not as sociable. 

Sits beside his parents most of the night and minds his own business. 

Doyoung’s awful at supervision. 

He just sits there and watches the kids make chaos.

His relatives get shocked when they see him outside of gatherings acting casually with his coworkers/friends.

Ten

He just got out of college but decided to take a year break before looking for a job. 

Is a kid favourite. 

Even though he’s one of the older cousins, he’s the most “hip with the kids”.

Teaches them how to cheat on tests and in general, be an awful student. 

Ten does not enjoy the adult table.

All the parents think he’s talented and has a lot of potential but will he!! Stop ruining their children’s minds!!!!! 

He only gets friendly with the older cousins when he’s wine drunk. 

Has never met the baby cousins. (The adults are sheltering them from the chaos that is Ten at family gatherings.)

Jaehyun

Jaehyun starts off by greeting the adults and being the sweetheart he is.

The adults always want to know about his love life because “Our nephew is very handsome, no?”

Hangs out with the older cousins later, drinking beer and chatting away like best friends.

He enjoys watching them fight with each other. 

Probably the youngest at his table, gets teased quite a bit. (”Yoooooo, Yoonoh’s growing up!”)

The younger kids aren’t really familiar with him.

Winwin

The favourite among the youngest cousins. 

They get excited to see him every time he arrives at family gatherings. 

Participates in their games (They like making him count for hide and seek.) and sits with them while eating. 

He spends very small amounts of time with the adults, quickly answering any questions they have about his life. 

The older cousins think he’s cute :( 

After the little ones go home, he watches whatever drinking game his generation has gotten into.

Jungwoo

Jungwoo is a free soul.

He’s just there to entertain himself, watching whatever cartoon the little ones are watching.

When they turn around and see a grown man on the couch, they’re a bit startled.

The adults think he enjoys taking care of the kids, but no. The boy is there to watch Tom and Jerry for his own enjoyment. 

Nobody remembers that he’s an engineering student, one moment he’s watching Blue’s Clues and the next he’s leaving to finish an assignment for class. 

The high schoolers try to ask him for advice, but he just says “I literally don’t know what I’m doing.”

Lucas

This boy walks into every family gathering dressed like he’s gonna be on a runway. 

Enjoys talking to the high schoolers about how their school’s changed since he graduated. 

Other than them, he joins any conversation on invite. 

The youngsters climb him like he’s a playground item. 

There’s just kids hanging off him while he laughs at some joke his uncle made. 

Sometimes, they shout “Big brother Yukhei!” into his ear and he just pats their head silently before continuing on with his business.

Mark

Follows his parents around.

He’s wrapped up in his own thoughts instead of whatever his mom is talking about with his relatives.

I’m kinda hungry, should I grab that cookie? I’m gonna grab that cookie. 

At some point, his parents get fed up with him “acting like an eight year old,” so he gets sent to play with his fellow cousins. 

Asks for the WiFi password and then sits on the couch all night scrolling through his phone. 

He doesn’t talk to his cousins because he never knew how to.

Xiaojun

A sweetheart with the most patience. 

Same question from every single adult about school? No problem, he’ll answer it as many times as he needs to. 

The youngsters like to pull pranks on him because they know he won’t scold them afterwards.

“Did we get you good, Dejun-ge?” “Yeah, I almost had a heart attack, haha.” 

Helps the babies get food. 

Just has a great family bond with everyone.

Hendery 

Hendery likes to look for the older cousins that take care of him, initiating conversation.

If they’re busy or stop talking to him, he goes to the crowd of younger cousins on the couch and chills with his phone.

Occasionally, he’ll show them all some memes he has.

“Haha, guys look at this one.”

Mimics the children screaming in the background to get some chuckles from them, too. 

The adults don’t think much of him, he’s a chill kid doing his thing.

Renjun

He’s quiet and polite for the most part, especially towards the adults.

With his cousins, he jumps in to say one-line roasts about people mentioned in conversation and then goes back to being silent.

They might say something like “My school friends are so weird!” and Renjun simply replies with “Makes sense why you’re friends, then.” 

One of the baby cousins likes to hug his leg, and he smooths their hair or holds their cheek absentmindedly.

An art major, but the adults aren’t worried since he’s smart. 

When alone in a room, he’s doodling on some scrap paper he found.

Jeno

Close with the cousins around his age.

Has a group chat with them and texts them to come to the living room. 

When they arrive he just goes “Wanna play Spaceteam?”

He plays party games with them for the rest of the night. 

If the other cousins want to join in, he’ll teach them how to play. 

The adults don’t think much of him, they usually just ask how he is and he replies with “Good!” and a smile.

Haechan

Haechan is The Annoying Cousin™. 

He comes off as very cold and bitchy usually. 

At family gatherings, he participates in games and gets overly competitive.

WILL cheat or flip the table, causes all the chaos.

The parents aren’t a fan of him, the kids either love him or hate him.

Older cousins think he’s entertaining lmao

Jaemin

Normal until some random kid screams his name. 

From then on he is in full kindergarten teacher mode.

Brings an entire crowd of noisy toddlers to the tables and everyone is just in shock. 

His older cousins know he’ll come around and chat with them once the kids go home, so they save him a bottle when he gets there. 

The adults have a good image of him: handsome, smart, charming. They think he’ll get married early. 

It’s a celebration if his mom announces he’s seeing someone.

Yangyang 

Starts heated debates among his cousins. 

If he’s in the zone and an older cousin tries to put an educational twist on the argument, he’ll start bullying them out of the room.

“From what I learnt in college--” “THIS IS A DEBATE AMONGST THE YOUTH.”

Two seconds later, he’s back to being friendly and cheery, talking casually and normally. 

The adults don’t believe their children when they tell them what happened upstairs with Yangyang. 

They think he’s the sweetest kid of the bunch.

Chenle 

Chenle is just comfortable and gets absorbed in the atmosphere.

“Chenle, go play with your cousins.” “Hey guys! My mom said to play with you”. 

All his cousins get along with him. 

He thinks the baby cousins are cute and will baby them. 

Lets them sit on his lap while he plays card games. (Probably lets them choose cards for him sometimes, too.) 

Youngest of his generation, everyone loves him to pieces.

Jisung

He does not want to be at the family gatherings. 

Awkwardly trails his parents because he doesn’t know what to do. 

Has to be pushed towards the food by relatives and just goes “Oh. Um, okay.” 

The older cousins ruffle his hair and ask him, “Aye, Jisung! How’s school?” “I-It’s good...” 

The younger ones do not find him approachable. 

Asks his parents when they’re going home as soon as 9 PM hits.

#my family is enormous so that's why i made it out so that each family was like 20 cousins ASKJSDF #neowritingsnet #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #superm #nct imagines #nct blurbs #nct reactions #nct fluff #nct soft hours #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 blurbs #nct 127 reactions #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 soft hours #nct dream imagines #nct dream blurbs #nct dream reactions #nct dream fluff #nct dream soft hours #wayv imagines #wayv blurbs #wayv reactions #wayv fluff #wayv soft hours #superm imagines #superm blurbs #superm reactions

[aestheticseungmean]

Him-Renjun

So maybe you liked Renjun, or maybe it was just sexual frustration. Maybe it was both.

Warning: Suggestive

This is a bit older and not my best work.

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You couldn't. You shouldn't. He was your best friend and it was wrong to think of him in such an arousing way. Isn't it? The way he habitually bites his lips.The way he sort of growls when he's mad. The way he can make you close your thighs shut tight by a look or his tongue gliding across his lips to wet them. Fuck! What was happening? The thoughts that used to be peaceful and cute went out the door after that one dream of Renjun. Not even god could help you.

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Renjun noticed recently the way you would cower in his presence like you were hiding something from him. The innocence and fear in your eyes made him feel some type of way. He wanted to wreck you, destroy you, make you beg and plead for more. A sudden low moan released from his parted lips and you looked up. Thinking fast, he made up an excuse. "What even are these questions? We are high schoolers not mathematicians." You shrugged off the moan thinking it was a groan anyway and gave him an innocent smile. "Magician mathematician! Now that, I would pay to see."

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"Sooner or later," You laid contemplating on the bed talking to your other friend, Chenle. "He's going to find out, Lele and I'm not ready." Chenle sighed at your pathetic state. You had called him after you had another dream about Renjun and told him everything. Chenle was the only friend you could talk to about anything. Periods, dreams, sexual experiences, etc. "Princess, I don't know what you expect Renjun to do if you keep it to yourself." "I know but it's just fucking up my life and I don't want to lose him as a friend." Patting at the spot beside him, Chenle sighed. You climbed into his arms and continued to voice your frustrations. "Hey if he hurts you then I'll beat him up. You are my princess. My best friend. No one will touch you or hurt you without your permission."

You giggled a little. Chenle always knew how to make you laugh whether it was through his words or his aegyo that he only did for you. "What exactly do you want him to do to you?" You looked up and your eyes met. "I want Renjun to destroy me." "Damn, princess. You are definitely aroused for Renjun. You've never wanted anyone to destroy you." In your previous experiences you didn't feel comfortable to be rough so this was a new experience for you. Chenle was right. You'll never know what Renjun would do because your ass wasn't going to tell him shit unless you had to.

"Lele, I want to think that it's just sexual frustration." "It may be sexual frustration. You haven't got laid in almost a year." You weighed your options. Kiss someone and see if it's just sexual frustration or just stay drooling over Renjun. "Chenle?" He hummed in response. "Kiss me." He sat up, taking you with him. His eyes were wide as he looked at you. "I thought you were dying for Renjun. Please don't tell me you are dying for me too." "Shut up, Lele! I want to check to see if it's just sexual frustration or if I'm really blinded by arousal for Renjun alone." A sincere look crossed his face as he nodded. "Don't get feelings for me now." "I promise."

Chenle leaned forward, his orange hair falling over his eyes. You connected your lips to his and sighed. His lips tasted like vanilla with a hint of cinnamon and it was heaven. Chenle's hand came to your cheek to deepen the kiss and pretty soon your simple kiss was a soft make out session. Both of you broke away and looked at the other. "I'm definitely sexually frustrated but it's not as bad with you." "So you are saying that I turn you on but not as much as Renjun would?" How he turned the tables on you. "Yes, Lele. You got a problem with that?" "No, thanks for the info though." You rolled your eyes as you stood up to get some water. "Lele, your lips taste good."

Why does Jisung feel the need to put the glasses and cups on the top shelf? At this point you were about to climb on the counter but Jeno grabbed one for you. "Thanks, Jeno." "No problem." You got your water and headed back to Chenle's room which gained another person while you were gone. Jisung laid with his feet hanging off the bed. "I'm going to kick your ass if you keep putting the glasses up high." "Not my fault you guys are short." You motioned for Jisung to move so you can sit behind him. As soon as you sat down, his head was in your lap. Chenle turned on a movie and Jisung was lulled to sleep by your fingers running through his hair.

Soon, Chenle laid his head on yours. Throughout the middle of the movie, your head found rest on Chenle's shoulder. Minutes later, everyone was asleep. Finally, you got a decent sleep without Renjun invading your dreams. That peaceful dream was ruined by Renjun screaming at Haechan. The trio of you woke with worry and fear. It was never good when they argued. You found yourself in the living room watching Renjun get closer to Haechan dangerously. Haechan had already gotten some hits in when the boys had pulled him away. "Renjun, don't hit him," Jaemin pleaded. Nothing was receiving in his head.

You found yourself in front of Renjun and hugged him. He felt his anger die down a little and let you drag him to his room to clean up his wounds. "Renjun, please don't fight him. Don't fight anyone. It hurts me to see you hurt." You pushed him to sit on the bed and started tending to the cut on his lip. You could feel his eyes on you while you worked. While putting away the kit you yawned. "Come lay with me, Y/n." How could you say no? You didn't want the atmosphere to be awkward. As far as you know, he didn't know you basically want him to fuck you into oblivion. Quietly, you laid beside him facing away. He wrapped his arm around your waist and sighed. Slumber slipped over you once again.

His lips ghosted over mine. I gasped when he connected them harshly. The feeling of lust was driving us now. He pulled my shirt off revealing my baby blue bra. His lips left mine and reconnected at my collarbone where he was leaving marks. One of his large hands found its way to my boob, groping it. "Renjun-" You moaned out. "Just fuck me already." You were awoken by the need to satisfy yourself. You couldn't let Renjun know that you were wet- correction, soaked just from the thought of him. Carefully, you started to get out of bed but you got pulled back down and turned towards Renjun.

"Renjun I'm sor-" He cut you off with a heated kiss. When you broke away it was only momentary but it gave you enough time to sit up and straddle his lap. "Fuck, the things you do to me." "Junnie, shut up and kiss me." Renjun never thought that such meek words would affect him but they did. His lips attached into yours. You parted your lips to let Renjun take the lead. Need and want and desire filled you two. Kisses cascaded down to your neck where he started to leave hickies. "Let's take this to the shower." You nodded and followed behind him while stripping. The two of you couldn't keep your hands off of each other.

After a satisfying shower, you were painted in hickies and bruises. You stole one of his sweatshirts and put on the shorts you were previously wearing. "Renjun, I'm not going to be able to cover these up." "Don't, they look fucking sexy." Going to his dresser to get a shirt, he gave you a loving kiss. You were finally satisfied. "Maybe later you can tell me about some of those sexual fantasies you have about me and we can make them come true." He winked and you playfully punched him. "I'm going to go tell, Lele!" "That we fucked? Weird but okay." You ran and jumped onto Chenle who was laying on his bed.

"Is that hickies I see?" "Yes they are, Lele!" He smiled and hugged you tight. "Yay! Princess I'm happy for you." "We are going to talk about the princess thing and skin-ship you two share." Both if you looked at Renjun who was standing in the doorway. That enticed you to hug Chenle tighter. "MY BABIE~" Renjun rolled his eyes and smiled. "I don't care. I want my baby." You gave Chenle another hug before walking to Renjun and taking his outstretched hand. "So we are dating?" "Isn't it obvious?" You smiled at your boyfriend and cuddled with him on the couch.———————————————————————

I’m so done with myself

#kpop #renjun #huang renjun #nct x reader #nct renjun #nct #nct dream #nct dream suggestive #nct suggestive #renjun x you #renjun x y/n #renjun x reader #renjun suggestive #renjun smut

[neocatharsis]

NCT Doyoung will reportedly make his acting debut in upcoming drama 'The Curious Stalker'

He would be a male lead

This drama would be part 3 of MBC's late-night cafe series

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NCT Doyoung, first acting challenge... ‘The Curious Stalker, confirmed for role of male lead

‘The Curious Stalker’ is a fantasy drama about healing & growth that transcends time and space. Doyoung will to appear in the drama as an 18-year-old high school student.

‘The Curious Stalker’ is the Season 3 of the drama ‘Midnight Cafe’, which had previously aired in February. The story will take place at a cafe.

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Doyoung will be playing a character named 'Son Jiwoo', a high-schooler who can see the future, Son Jiwoo is a high school student who's perfect from his looks to his grades and personality.

Son Jiwoo's character will grow as he experience various emotions from his mom who lost memories and his girl friend

(T/N : yeoja saram chingu literally translated to girl person friend so like literally he has a friend and his friend is a girl, ergo girl friend ㅎㅎ)

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NCT's Doyoung has been confirmed for lead role in upcoming MBC drama 'The Curious Stalker'

It will air in the first half of 2021

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NCT’s Doyoung To Make Acting Debut As Lead Of New Fantasy Drama

NCT’s Doyoung will be making his highly-anticipated acting debut!

On November 2, SPOTV News reported that Doyoung would be making his acting debut as the male lead in “Sanbok Sanbok Stalker” (literal title).

Following reports, a source from SM Entertainment confirmed, “Doyoung will be taking on his first acting role as Son Ji Woo in the time and space transcending fantasy drama ‘Midnight Café’ (literal title) season three ‘Sanbok Sanbok Stalker,’ which will portray the growth and therapeutic story of an 18-year-old high school student who can see the future.”

“Sanbok Sanbok Stalker” is the third season of MBC’s “Midnight Café,” which aired earlier this year in February. “Midnight Café” is about the story that unfolds in a café located on a mountainside road in Busan that doesn’t even appear on a map. Seasons two and three of “Midnight Café” will be produced simultaneously and premiere in the first half of next year.

Doyoung will play Son Ji Woo, a perfect high school student from his appearance to his personality. He’s a character who matures from experiencing a mix of chaotic feelings from having a mother who’s losing her memories and heart-fluttering excitement from developing feelings for a female friend.

This will be Doyoung’s first attempt at acting. In addition to his various activities as a member of NCT, Doyoung appeared on numerous variety programs and promoted as the MC for SBS’s “Inkigayo.”

Following NCT’s Jaemin and Jaehyun, Doyoung will be the third member to make his acting debut. Recently, Jaemin won Best Korean Actor at the 2020 Seoul Webfest Awards for his performance in the web drama “Way to Dislike You,” and Jaehyun is also preparing to making his acting debut with the upcoming KBS drama “Dear.M.”

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#nct #nct 127 #doyoung #nct u #nct 2020