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mrkspo · 2 days
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❝ então aí para pra perceber que Jaemin não um anjo nenhum. ❞
𖥔 ₊ ֗jaemin!nerdola (?) ou seria incel (?), femreader, sugestivo, leitora cavalona pique menina de hentai, masturbação masculina, menção a hentai, ele se grava fazendo coisas…, jaem tira fotos suas sem o teu consentimento, uni!au (?)
a/n: @cheolcam e @imninahchan vcs me obcecaram em homens de caráter duvidoso, não revisado !!
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Quem olha Jaemin de longe não percebe o tipo de garoto que ele é. Até porque, ele parece um anjo, anda como um anjo e até fala atrocidades como um.
Você acreditava que ele era somente uma figura popular pelo campus, não fazia ideia da má fama que ele tinha por ser um "nerdola", e que apesar da boa aparência ele recusava qualquer tipo de contato do sexo oposto.
Isso até você chegar.
A caloura de psicologia que andava para cima e para baixo mostrando as perninhas bonitas cobertas apenas com o pano fino da saia, que tinha um cheirinho doce e toda vez que passava do lado dele ele parava para apreciar, que tinha um corpo que as garotas teriam inveja mas para o Na, era igual ao daqueles "desenhos" que costumava assistir de madrugada, sozinho. Foi a única que realmente despertou um certo desejo do garoto, então ele passou a te observar.
Até mais do que devia.
Te seguia pelo campus e aproveitava os intervalos entre as aulas para te procurar, nunca falava contigo, claro, mas começou a tirar fotos discretas suas. Te seguia até o caminho de casa, pegava os mesmos ônibus que você e já chegou a sentar do seu lado, mas você estava dormindo então ele aproveitou para tirar uma foto do que tinha debaixo da sua sainha. Na Jaemin sempre estava a sua espreita, mas você tadinha, nem tinha percebido isso…
Não percebia os olhares dele, de como ele parecia ficar mais nervoso quando você estava por perto, ou muito menos que a calça que ele estava usando parecia ficar bem apertada as vezes. Você era ingênua e até um pouco lesadinha, isso fez ele ficar mais obcecado por você.
Então todas as noites ele senta na cadeira gamer, com os fones emitindo som de gemidos um pouco animalescos, o "desenho" erótico que passa na tela não o apetece tanto. Então ele pega uma das fotos que tinha tirado de você, usa os gemidos da personagem de estímulo. Tira o pau grosso da calça de moletom, acaricia a pontinha, desce para a base e então começa o movimento. Olhos fechados, fingindo que fosse sua buceta ali ao invés da própria mão, aperta um pouco o próprio pau, geme teu nome, imaginando que você estivesse sentando nele, e cara, ele daria tudo só para fazer essas coisas com você. Goza na própria mão, melecando a calça moletom novinha, suspira cansado e para o vídeo que gravava. Sim, ele estava gravando esse tempo todo.
E no final de tudo quem recebe essa gravação é você, e então aí para pra perceber que Jaemin não um anjo não, tá mais pra serpente.
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chaeneuu · 3 days
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happy birthday @jangismㅤ🫶🏻
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karinasbaby · 7 months
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℘ 𝟑𝟒+𝟑𝟓 - 𝐍𝐀 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍 나재민
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❝ 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙔 𝙐𝙋 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏? 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝘼𝙔𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏? ❞
PAIRING: na jaemin x fem!reader
GENRE: smut - oneshot (mdni) (17+)
WC: 2.9k
WARNINGS: unprotected sex, degradation/praising kink? belly bulge, pet names (angel/baby/sweetheart/pretty girl) also reader gets called slut so, jaemin has a daddy kink,making out, hickeys, marking kink, jaemin has a big dick, cervix fucking, choking, oral (f & m), multiple orgasms (and rounds for multiple hours), creampie and 69 ofc just pure filth really.
SYNOPSIS: in which jaemin decides to finally return back home after spending an entire day at practice (with a surprise).
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𝟏𝟎:𝟎𝟎 𝐩𝐦.
jaemin finally decided that it was officially time for him to go back home, to his favorite place, to his lover’s arms.
unlocking the door of your shared house he stepped inside, exhaustion radiating off his body as he lazily walked towards your bedroom, knowing that you would be there waiting for him.
𝟏𝟎:𝟒𝟓 𝐩𝐦.
your soft groans made his heart flutter as jaemin finally was able to penetrate your mouth with his tongue after multiple feeble attempts that ended with him pinching your waist till you finally gave him permission.
you could feel warmth pooling in between your thighs, you without doubt missed him and your body for sure did as well. your back arched into his touch when you felt his cold fingers trail low, past your underwear till it landed between your dripping folds
“missed me that much, sweetheart?” jaemin whispered to your lips before chuckling.
𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟎 𝐩𝐦.
the sounds of skin slapping accompanied by the wet squelching sounds your cunt made was enough to push you over the edge as your body trembled beneath his hold for the second time that night.
you moaned into his neck as he held your legs apart, allowing him to reach deeper and deeper till his tip was pressing against your cervix before allowing himself to spill all his seed inside of your warm welcoming walls,
𝟏𝟏:𝟑𝟎 𝐩𝐦.
you relished in his soft moans, whimpering against his length when his hands trailed behind your head to grip on your hair, pulling you closer to his hips.
jaemin loved seeing you in this state, on the floor next to his legs and your knees were bruised from scraping the floor for too long, your hot warm body coated in sweat at the heat of the room and because of just how needy you were. he loved seeing you breathless as you tried taking his enormous length inside of your tight little throat.
the tears that were twinkling along your waterline were released to trail down your cheeks allowing your face to glow even more after you felt his tip pressing against the back of your throat, you pulled away slightly once you felt an uncomfortable amount of pressure pressing against your throat, quickly distracting him by pressing your hot tongue against his base going upwards till you began circling his raging tip around your tongue,
“you’re so good to me angel.” jaemin moaned out, throwing his head back when you began taking his length back inside of your mouth, sinking down till your nose was touching his pelvis, gagging slightly when jaemin began moving your head up and down his length, thrusting his hips forward facefucking you.
he groaned breathlessly at the feeling of a mixture of saliva and pre-cum coating his abdomen, he could feel his release building up in his body, how the coil in his lower stomach was only tightening, begging for release, just begging to fill your pretty little mouth up.
you could feel how your warmth by now was sticking against your inner thighs, you could feel how you were close to your climax with no attention to your pussy at all, the sight of jaemin with his head thrown back while sweat beads were rolling down his neck, jaw-slacked as whimpers and moans left his throat were enough to help you reach your release.
tilting your head downwards, you quickly began suckling on one of his balls, your hand giving attention to the other one while you kept rubbing down his length, with your wrists aching you trailed upwards to stroke his length and the change in movements resulted in jaemin’s body trembling beneath your touch before he couldn’t hold himself back and release in your hands and land white ropes all over your face and chest.
𝟏𝟐:𝟏𝟓 𝐚𝐦.
jaemin’s hands gripped your waist tightly, caressing the skin lovingly every now and then as he guided your hips downwards allowing you to sink completely in his length, it was usually rare for him to allow you to ride him, not because he didn’t like it, he actually loved it but he was so used to taking control in bed that he never really got the chance to experience you taking control.
so who was he to decline such an incredible offer when you asked him if you could ride him till sunrise with your beautiful eyes gazing at him lovingly?
“you’re doing so well for me, pretty girl.” jaemin praised softly, his hand trailing upwards to tuck your hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek, his thumb trailed downwards slowly brushing against your lower lip while he looked at you with the same look in your eyes, filled with utter adoration and love.
one thing that jaemin for sure loved about you riding him was how he was able to admire your facial expressions, your facial expression when you sank down slowly on his length stopping midway as tears welled in your eyes unsure of how to fit his entire length in, your facial expression when you finally were able to roll your hips in a way that made his length brush against your sweet spot perfectly and your facial expression when he grips your hips before thrusting his own upwards
“taking daddy’s cock so well, you love it don't you angel?” jaemin continued whispering, slowly matching your rhythm with bringing his hips upwards to meet your own, he leaned down to your neck while his hands went upwards to softly massage your breasts leaving mewls of his name escape your mouth, your back arching against him pushing your chest towards him even more, his kisses trailed down till it finally reached one of your breasts.
still softly thrusting his hips upwards, his warm mouth wrapped around your nipple slowly, rolling and biting the hardened nub before letting go and continuing to tease your chest till he could see soft red marks littered around your breasts, and the sight of jaemin so focused on marking your chest was enough to make you spill on his length for the nth time that night.
𝟏:𝟎𝟓 𝐚𝐦.
jaemin was softly nibbling at your lower lip, drowning in all the moans that left your mouth as he focused on making his fingers reach deeper inside of your plush, warm walls.
your body was hugging his own very tightly, your arms wrapped around his neck tightening every now and then as you felt your release approaching closer, your lips by now completely swollen and cherry red from the amount of times that you connected your mouths to distract you from the unbearable pleasure washing over your body from in between your legs.
you were whimpering his name against his mouth when he positioned his thumb over your clit, rubbing slow circles around the bud in a teasing manner but he was sure that if he changed the pace you would undoubtedly reach your orgasm way before he was planning, so he distracted you by leaving love bites all over your neck, softly biting your ear, licking up your jawline and sometimes down towards your collarbone so he could delay your orgasm but god was he so wrong when you were about to orgasm for the fourth time since he sank his fingers deep into you.
𝟏:𝟑𝟎 𝐚𝐦.
the vibrations that your mouth sent down his length that were caused by his tongue sinking deep inside of your hole made jaemin moan loudly against your soaked cunt, his hips bucked upwards inside of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat almost making you reach your limit as he paid attention to how his fingers were disappearing inside of your hole while his mouth was sucking on your clit.
jaemin loved the way your thighs were trembling against his head, the way you tried to pull away from his grip when he began overstimulating you only to no avail as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist not allowing you to move an inch, you were busy with paying attention to how your hands were massaging his balls softly at the same time your wet mouth was wrapped around his rock hard length which still surprised you as to how he still wasn’t tired.
you moaned with his cock stuffed deep inside of your mouth when you realised that jaemin was teasing you by tilting his head to the side to bite your inner thighs while his fingers were still sinking deeper inside of you, quickly lifting your head upwards you began circling his raging hot tip with your tongue, running your tongue along his slit before pressing down on it harshly making his body jerk beneath you, “oh fuck- baby oh my gosh-“ jaemin moaned loudly as you kept this routine of deep throating his length till your nose reached the base before sliding upwards and teasing his slit with your tongue, sometimes being generous enough to kiss the tip lightly making his thighs shake.
jaemin quickly regained his senses after the electrifying sensations travelled up his spine, quickly suckling on your clit while he inserted three fingers deep inside of you, reaching the spot that had your legs shake completely.
𝟐:𝟏𝟎 𝐚𝐦.
jaemin’s palm landed harshly against the soft flesh of your ass making you bury your head deeper in the pillow, attempting your hardest to silence your moans while his tip kept abusing the opening to your cervix, with your face buried in the pillow and your ass lifted up in the air, pressing your ass against his hips harshly, skin slapping sounds resonated through the room, his hand that was distracted with leaving his hand prints on your ass was by now massaging the red skin softly, satisfied with the mark that he left while his other was pressing against your lower back, arching you even deeper.
jaemin kept up with his rapid pace, only making the slapping sounds louder with each thrust, the headboard hitting the wall loudly, but that was none of your concern as jaemin was reaching balls deep inside of you.
his head was thrown back while his hair was messily disheveled, baby hairs sticking against his sweaty forehead as he only focused on the way his length was completely disappearing inside of your squelching opening, the way multiple hand prints were visible on your flesh that jiggled with every harsh thrust of his
“you like that don’t you, my little slut? having daddy’s cock stuffed so deep inside of you, hm?” he asked while laughing, he leaned forward before gripping your hair, pulling your body towards his, his chest coming in contact with your arched back,
“horny sluts like you deserved to be fucked so hard till the only name they can remember is their daddy’s, am i right baby?” he whispered in your ear as his arm wrapped around your neck, only pulling you closer to him while his other hand began teasing your nipple, twisting and pulling till tears were spilling down your eyes while you were whimpering that satisfied him.
“look at you angel, so fucked out from having my cock buried so deep inside of you, such a good slut for me” he spoke to you, his hand that was teasing your breast trailing down till it pressed against your lower stomach making a choked moan escape you, “you feel that angel? you feel the way my cock’s so deep inside of you?” he said as his hand was trailing around the evident bulge in your lower stomach, the feeling of his fingers applying pressure on it made your eyes roll back while you were nodding wordlessly at the way he was speaking to you.
“has anyone fucked you like i have angel?” jaemin questioned, already knowing that he wasn’t about to get an answer since you weren’t really in the state of forming coherent sentences, pushing your body down against the pillow, jaemin’s hand sneaked down your waist before his fingers found your clit and began rubbing rapid circles around the aching bud.
you cried out at your body’s over-sensitivity, your legs trembling as your orgasm washed over your body completely only leaving you a whimpering mess while jaemin never faltered his thrusts.
𝟐:𝟓𝟎 𝐚𝐦.
jaemin hugged you tightly against his chest, while you tried collecting your breath from the aggressive sex marathon you both just had, jaemin’s fingers were trailing up and down your spine as your head rested against his chest, the soft sounds of his heartbeat almost lulling you to sleep before jaemin decided to softly tap against your cheek,
“didn’t think that i was done with you now did you angel?” he whispered quietly, his lips leaving a trail of kisses from your temples till your neck, you whined at the feeling of him moving again, you were already exhausted, you just wanted to fall asleep in your lover’s arms yet he still had no intentions of sleeping.
“we have a long day ahead of us sweetheart” he said.
𝟑:𝟏𝟓 𝐚𝐦
and jaemin truly does stay true to his words because currently he was buried balls deep inside of you while you both laid on your sides facing each other, your face was buried in his neck, leaving soft kisses around his neck, along his collarbone while he slowly pushed his cock in every now and then, it was half cockwarming half lazy fucking but as long as you were in each other’s embraces then nothing mattered to you anymore.
jaemin was cradling you in his arms, drawing imaginary shapes all over you hips, your waist and even your back only pushing you into a more relaxed state, how was he expecting you to stay awake when he also put you in a state like this?
“min i feel sleepy, can we please sleep?” you asked softly, your eyes closed as you felt like you were a blink away from completely surrendering to a very anticipated and welcomed slumber, “feeling sleepy huh? how about i wake you up?“ jaemin said stopping all of his movements of rolling his hips slowly in and out and you already knew that you fucked up.
𝟒:𝟐𝟎 𝐚𝐦.
your chest was pressed against the wall as you moaned shamelessly while jaemin pounded into you from the back, the warm water showering down both of your aching bodies only excited you even more to reach your climaxes, jaemin’s hand snakes up towards your neck, gripping it tightly knowing that you love the feeling of his big hands being wrapped around you while his tip was kissing your cervix.
you were moaning his name loudly, your knees almost buckling in if it wasn’t for the support of jaemin’s arm wrapping tightly around your waist as your legs gave up on you hours ago.
setting an animalistic pace with thrusting his length inside of you, it made even more lewd sounds coat the bathroom since now water was added into the mix, you were only able to moan as you felt his fingers tightening every now and then, jaemin felt the familiar knot in his lower abdomen only enticing him to fasten the pace,
gripping your hair softly he slowly pulled you back, making your back arch as you faced him while his figure towered yours, holding on the wall for support while jaemin connected your mouths, groaning at his taste coating your mouth entirely as he sucked on your lower lip, his thrusts were reduced to delicious circular rolls of his hips pressed flush against your ass.
with the slow pace you could feel every protruding vein running along your walls as he thrusted deeper, you lost your mind entirely when you felt jaemin suckling on the tip of your tongue while sinking his cock deep inside of you, “daddy- i’m about to- i’m so close- please” you whimpered against his mouth when you felt that jaemin wasn’t planning on fastening the pace and staying in this slower one till you orgasmed.
“please go faster daddy-“ you mewled but it was all helpless, all you felt was jaemin’s thrust getting rough and harder but not faster.
“i know you can cum like this too, angel” he groaned in your ear, and he was right, because at the feeling of his hands brushing against the swell of your breasts before guiding down and wrapping his arms against your waist tightly was enough to make you gush around his dick while you cried his name out, jaemin following soon after you with pressing his tip against your cervix and shooting his load into your womb.
𝟓:𝟎𝟓 𝐚𝐦.
jaemin’s tongue toyed with your clit, the feeling of your hands gripping his slightly damp hair only made him want more, to continue teasing you till you came undone on his mouth, “please- isn’t this too much? i’ve lost count of the amount of times i’ve came daddy please- let us go to sleep” you cried out, moaning loudly when you felt him insert two fingers inside of your abused hole, he only slightly chuckled at your words before pushing you to lay down on the countertop,
“what a careless wife, you’re not allowing your husband to enjoy his breakfast? i’m heartbroken yn” he replied before continuing his work in between your legs, he loved the sounds of your lustry tired moans and broken mewls only pushing him to drag out more pretty sounds from your pretty little mouth,
“for the love of god, you haven’t even proposed yet?!” you squealed out when he began brushing his fingers against your g-spot making your vision go completely white and you released all around his mouth and fingers,
“well i’m glad to announce that your patience has paid off!” he spoke while laughing before lifting his head and finally coming face to face with a shocked you that was only staring at the way his hand was holding a small velvet box that appeared out of thin air.
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A/N: karinasbaby debut?? no fr this is just a pre-release i decided to post cuz i was actually planning on making a debut with a heeseung one shot in october but here’s this :D
p.s feedbacks & reblogs are appreciated + my asks are open so please do spill any thoughts u have ! <3
p.s 2 this was proof read but if u see any typos pls ignore & if i missed any warnings pls do tell me.
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m-arkmywords · 9 months
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water fall (interluuube)
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pairing: jaemin x gf!reader genre: established relationship, wholesome, smut, lil bit of size-kink? (pls close the gyms before I lose my mind) word count: 1.7k summary: coming home to your boyfriend and kittens after a long, tiring day at work. featuring luna, lucy and luke ofc. :) jaemin is a cat dilf.
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Dropping your bags to the floor, you locked the door behind you as you stepped into your home. Small foot steps and meows filled the room, as your kittens ran to you. 
“Hi babies” You coo’d, immediately getting on your knees and petting them. The kittens rubbed their faces on you and purred. Just like that, the tiredness you had been feeling on your way home, disappeared. The muscles in your body relaxed and you were so happy to be home. 
“Where is your dad?” You asked the kittens in baby talk, giving them kisses and pets. 
Scooping them all up in your arms, you got up and made your way to the bedroom. 
“Hi doll, how was your day?” Jaemin looked up and smiled, putting his laptop away to give you his full attention. 
You walked over towards him, dropping the kittens on the bed and sat beside Jaemin. You sighed, falling into his arms. 
“I’m tired” you mumbled into his neck. His scent engulfed your senses as you melted further into his frame. 
“Baby.. come lay.” He pulled you onto the bed and you got comfortable with your head on his lap. 
Jaemin ran his fingers through your hair as you talked about your day. His touch was soft and gentle. He let you rant for what felt like hours. His responses filled with mms and chuckles at the stories. You told him about how loud kids can get during field trips and how much that hurts your head, even though seeing kids happy is what made you get into teaching in the first place. 
“Not everyone can be as well behaved as our babies, you know?” You said, pointing to the kittens playing amongst themselves. 
“You’re right, we are raising them right babe.” Jaemin dropped his head down and gave you a kiss. 
“I think we make good parents, personally” “Isn’t that right kitties?” He wiggled his fingers on the bed, getting the kittens’ attention as they ran to grab his hand and you both giggled.
You twisted your head to look at up at him, unintentionally moving closer to his crotch. “I love you guys, my little family.” 
“And I love you” Jaemin felt his cheeks get hot with embarrassment as he tried to pull his t-shirt further down, covering his now slowly growing semi. 
Your boyfriend looked away trying to distract himself and his fingers in your hair came to a halt. 
“Baby, why’d you stop?” You twisted your head once again, to look up at him and he held your head in place. “It’d be nice if you kept your head still” He said still refusing to meet your eyes.
“Huh?” “Wait- wha?” You burst out laughing as Jaemin tried to hold his laugh in too. He continued to adjust his t-shirt but you caught on to what was going on.
“Really Jaem?! In front of the kids?” You pulled his hand away from his t-shirt to look at his erection and teased him.
Grabbing a cat toy from your night stand, you wiggled it around before throwing out into the living room. Lucy, Luna and Luke ran after it, leaving you both alone in the room. 
“Jaem, look at me..” You whispered to your flustered boyfriend, who couldn’t stop giggling coyly. 
It didn’t take long for his giggles to stop and his breath to hitch when you slowly snaked your hand over his clothed dick. You palmed him as you looked up at him and he held your face, smiling down at you.
You could feel the atmosphere shift in the room when his dick became fully erect and his breathing got heavy from your touch. Jaemin’s face came down once again, as you got up and met his lips half way, hungrily. 
Sitting on your heels, you reached for the hem of his t-shirt and ripped it off him and he returned the favour. Taking your trousers off, you couldn’t wait to get on his lap and straddle him, deepening the kiss. Jaemin’s hands felt big around your waist, as he kneaded your skin. Panting in unison, the heat began to grow between you two and you moaned into his mouth. 
Jaemin’s mouth made its way down to your jawline, then behind your ear, leaving a trail of wet kisses. He gave your ear a gentle bite, which made your hips grind down on his erection. You felt your underwear beginning to soak through when it made contact with his hard, heavy length.
He continued to kiss you along your neck, collar bones until he made his way to your breasts and he pulled down your bra to take a nipple in his mouth. Your hands grabbed his head, affectionately caressing it. 
Jaemin was a lot bigger than you in size, so seeing him like this, under you with your breast in his mouth, made your head spin. Your right hand travelled down to the side of his neck as you held onto him for support, your nails grazed his skin and he groaned into you. 
“Need you..” You whimpered when he brought his fingers began playing with your nipple. He left kisses back up to find your lips once again. His tongue deep inside you mouth, making you ache for him. He began thrusting against your clit to meet your subtle movements on him, both of you swallowing each others moan. 
Jaemin bit your bottom lip as he pulled away. “Then take me.” 
He leaned back into the headboard, admiring you in your aroused state. He smiled. You loved Jaemin’s smile, it could light up any room he walked into. It was your favourite thing about him. His hands rested on your hips, holding you in place as you took him out of his boxers. 
You leaned in to peck his lips again before, you let some spit slowly drop down to his dick and you worked his length. Jaemin maintained the eye contact as his expressions began to switch. His smile faded into his mouth slightly parted and his eyebrows furrowed, at your touch. 
He bit his lip, “just like that doll, keep going.” He whispered, rubbing your hips with his big hands. 
Sounds of his pre cum, mixed with your spit could be heard and it only made you grow wetter. Jaemin lightly traced his hands along your front, until his thumb found its way to your clit where he began rubbing circles. You started to feel impatient. You needed to feel him. You had to have him right now. 
Jaemin moved your ruined panties to the side, as he rubbed your slit with his long finger. He slid his digit inside you which was met with a mmmm sound from you. 
“You ready for me already?” He commented on your wetness with a gasp.
“Come here.” 
Jaemin grabbed your hands, moving them to his broad, muscly shoulders as he pulled you in closer, connecting your lips once again. You felt your heart beat inside your ears from desire, taking over every atom in your body, when you felt him twitch under you. You sighed into his mouth once again before grabbing the base of his dick, you hovered over him. 
Apparent desperation on your face, made Jaemin smile as he pulled your panties to the side once more, staring into your eyes. You both held eye contact as you slowly sunk down on him, making his jaw go slack and his head fall back. You gasped, taking him in, inch by inch, until he filled you up. 
You let out a loud whimper as your head also fell into his neck and you started to move. Stroking him painfully slow, unable to stop your thighs from shaking and moans rolling out of you like  breathing. 
Jaemin slid down further, giving you more control and wrapped his arms around you. Mirroring his actions, you also wrapped your arms around his head as he buried his face into your chest. His tongue found its way to your nipples once again, making you squirm.
“You’re doing so good, doll.. just like that” Jaemin breathed out, digging his nails into your back and scratching all the way down to your waist. He smacked your ass. “Keep going for me…” 
It wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm come crashing as you unraveled on top of Jaemin, leaving him in a daze. He grabbed your jaw and kissed you. 
“Spit.” He opened his mouth under you, and you did as you were asked. “Pretty girl.” Jaemin lightly tapped your cheek with his hand, as you rode out your climax. 
He didn’t know what to do with his hands, as the heat inside him continued to grow and he felt lightheaded. His desire was taking over him and he bucked his hips to go deeper inside you with a loud groan. You swore you were seeing stars as he held you in place and started fucking into you with deep, hard thrusts. Your whole body felt like jelly as you let Jaemin take control and you fell into the crook of his neck. 
You sucked on his neck, interchanging with moans every now and then, as Jaemin continued to pound into you. He felt his own orgasm reaching when his strokes started becoming faster and your tits bounced in his face. He took one in his mouth to muffle his moans as he began twitching inside you, triggering yet another orgasm for you. 
“I.. “ You breathed out. “Gonna cum again” You barely let out a whisper and you both finished at the same time. Fireworks flying around the room would be an understatement as you both panted, heavily and your cries of his name filled the space around you. 
As Jaemin’s body went limp, you lifted up your head from his neck to look at his fucked out eyes and he kissed the bottom of your chin. You began to move slowly, as you over stimulated him. 
Whimpers and incoherent sentences fell from his mouth making his constrict on you tighter. 
“Y/N.. please” He looked up at you like a puppy, begging. 
You giggled before stopping and kissed him all over his face. You both sat there, with him inside you like that for a while. Catching your breath and waiting for your heart rates to be stable again. 
“Hungry?” Jaemin said after a while.
“SO BAD.” You exclaimed, making Jaemin smile at you. 
He smacked your ass hard before gently rubbing and playing with it. “Alright, get up and lemme make you something to eat yeah?” 
He placed one last kiss on your lips.
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ihaechans · 2 months
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Smile! (You’re on camera) || N.JM
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PAIRING ▸ Na Jaemin x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ pure smut
WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, oral (m), hair pulling, throat fucking, praise, sexual photography/videos, dom!Jaemin, dirty talk, unbearable amount of pet names, slight hand job, spit kink (i apologize for this but not rlly...) unprotected sex (use protection plsss)
SUMMARY ▸Jaemin loves taking pictures. He loves the beautiful and captivating nature, golden sunsets, gloomy rainy days, and flower fields. The only sight that is his favorite though, is the one of his girlfriend on her knees.
WORD COUNT▸ 2.5k
A/N: First smut in like 5 months #yolo. this draft is so old it's been sitting half-completed for like a year and a half so I finally decided to just finish it today. Oops.
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Jaemin loved a lot of things.
Loved a lot of things about you to be exact.
First sight and he knew he had to have you, putting in hours and hours worth of effort. He's lucky it paid off. He scored the girl of his dreams, the girl he saw as perfect in every way and he’s so lucky he did.
He’s lucky for someone as perfect as you. He was lucky that someone could relate to him on an emotional level without feeling awkward or uncomfortable sharing his feelings with, one of the things he had feared you wouldn’t understand in the beginning. He loved the way you were unapologetically yourself, not hiding or masking your true self, being confident and bold in anyway you could.
He also thinks you’re the prettiest girl in the world, made just for him and him only. Everything about you was just perfect.
“Look at my pretty girl,” his voice sounds rough and strained, but his hand holds his camera steady. “You’re so perfect. Sucking my cock like a fucking pro.”
Nothing about this position was comfortable. Your knees are red and sore from kneeling on the wooden floors for a concerning amount of time, your jaw aching and your eyesight blurred by tears. You know you look a hot mess but Jaemin thinks you’re absolutely stunning.
His beloved camera is steady in one hand as the other finds purchase in your hair. Pulling, and tugging aggressively on your hair as you cry out around his thick cock, every moan and groan sending pleasurable vibrations throughout his body.
“Open up princess, show the camera that pretty little mouth.” and you do, letting his dick rest heavily on your tongue. “That’s it, baby. Now keep it open,” he demands, smiling happily when you cooperate without hesitation.
A fat string of Jaemin’s saliva lands on your tongue, a wicked smirk forming across his features when he grabs the base of his dick, slapping his tip across your tongue a couple of times to smear his spit around. 
“Mmh,” he groans, nearly cumming at the sight of your eager hand attempting to fully take him back into your mouth. “My sweet girl is a little impatient I see.”
In the beginning, you were never really a big fan of giving head, but being with Jaemin changed you. He was great in bed, and the first couple of times you two had sex, he would never let you suck him off. He always preferred giving instead of receiving, but something had awoken inside of you the first time he finally let you have a taste.
He was so vocal and appreciative of how skilled you were with your mouth, the praise and constant reminders of this were the sole reason why you kept doing it, and over time you came to enjoy it more and more. 
“Shit-” You lick at his sensitive tip before taking him back into your mouth, cheeks becoming hollow as you suck on him with fervor. “You love my cock don’t you pretty girl? Always so fucking good at sucking my dick. Made just for you baby.”
You simply nod at all his nonsense, barely paying him any mind as you continue sucking him harder, faster as seconds pass by. Your hand strokes his base and plays with his balls as you stare up at him, the overwhelming sensation feeling all too good. He stares at you from the other side of his camera, nearly forgetting to record when you trace the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock.
“Fuck yes.” He shudders, thighs beginning to shake uncontrollably as he nears his climax. “God baby, gonna let me cum down your tight little throat?” You nod without hesitation and immediately, the grip on your hair is unbearably sharp and painful, your boyfriend forcing your head down to take his entire cock down your throat.
You can barely breathe but you love it, your airway being stuffed full of your beloved boyfriend’s dick was something you would never complain about. “My baby looks so pretty. Mouth stuffed full of my cock and tears in her eyes.”
His voice is unstable and rushed, the intensity of his approaching orgasm making him sound winded.
He thrusts his cock down your throat a couple more times before blowing his load down your throat, almost causing you to choke as he demands you to swallow it all.
You’re sure that you’re drooling everywhere, lips smeared with his cum and your saliva.
“So fucking sexy. Open wide.” You do once more, showing the camera that you had indeed, swallowed all of his cum. “I’m not done with you yet princess, get on the bed.” Now that he’s finished, he sounds more relaxed and controlled, his voice steady and the camera following your every move.
Jaemin pulls his sweatpants back up as he watches you follow his orders. “Take your clothes off, I wanna see you baby.” In seconds, you are completely naked on his bed, waiting patiently for his next direction. “All fours.” Spinning around in a rush, you get on all fours, wiggling your ass in front of Jaemin and the camera. 
A hash slap is delivered to the flesh and you groan, mind wondering if Jaemin would be nice and stretch you out with his fingers or dive straight in to fucking you. Jaemin was big. The biggest you had ever seen. The heaviest you had ever handled too.
“Gonna fuck your tight little hole so good, just watch.”
You assume he’s talking to the camera since you are currently facing the bedsheets, about to beg him to do something when his fingers start rubbing against your folds. “Shit Jaem.. please fuck me…”
He simply ignores you, continuing his teasing touches against your cunt. You open your mouth to complain when he shoves a finger inside of you, a whine slipping out instead. “So warm. Wonder how good it’ll feel around my cock.” He groans, moving the camera closer to get a clearer view of his fingers shoved deep inside of your pussy.
“Please… oh my god.” When he finds the spot that makes your toes curl, you know it's over. Your climax approaching faster than you expected. “Stop! Please- I can’t.”
Jaemin is stuck in his own world, blocking out the sound of your pleas and whines as he watches your body quiver and flail around in front of him. “Just once princess, please cum for me and I promise I’ll fuck you.”
The softness in his tone throws you off for a moment and the pace of his fingers picking up speed nearly makes you choke. You’re so close, but the thing that makes you climax is the feeling of his tongue against your hole.
“Shit!” You curse, shivering as you reach your high. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!“ Jaemin doesn’t stop when you climax, and all you can do is cry out and plead for him to stop against the bedsheets.
“Look how pretty…” He whispers.
Your entire body feels numb as he continues to abuse your hole with his fingers, not once stopping until you feel another orgasm building up inside of you.
“Please Jaem- fuck! I cant Jaemin, stop, oh my god…” There’s tears in your eyes, the pressure becoming overwhelming. All you could hear was the sounds of your soaking wet cunt being abused by Jaemin's thick fingers as he chuckled evilly at your suffering.
His camera was focused straight on your core, the lens picking up every single detail. “Such a good girl, taking everything I give you.” and finally, he stops, leaving a harsh slap to your ass as he pulls his fingers out of you.
You’re writhing on the mattress, mouth hanging open as thin strings of drool slip out onto the sheets. “I- fuck, I can’t Jaem-“ you breathe, clearly out of breath.
“I haven’t even put my dick in you yet and you’re already fucked out? How cute.” He adjusts his grip on the camera so that it’s capturing the mess he’s made of your cunt perfectly, adding another slap to your ass for the video.
“Turn around and spread your legs for me baby,” Your boyfriend starts, stripping out of his sweatpants as he awaits you to follow his direction. “I’m gonna fuck you now.” 
Your whole body hurts already, and you’re barely able to follow his order, groaning weakly as you muster the strength to flip yourself around and spread your legs for Jaemin to see. A low curse leaving his lips as he stares at the mess he’s already made out of you.
The room felt muggy as a thin sheen of sweat formed on your forehead, strands of loose hair matting onto your skin and mascara starting to smudge from the heat your body was emitting. “Please fuck me..” Jaemin smirks proudly when he hears you whine for him, staring straight at you with dark eyes.
“Shit,” he curses under his breath, getting tired of holding the camera in his hand. “Gonna fuck this pussy so good.” and with that, Jaemin stops recording, throwing the camera down onto the carpet below.
Positioning himself between your spread legs, you could feel the heat radiating from his skin, wondering how it would feel inside of you next.
“You want it so bad,” he growled, stroking your cunt with his tip. “You’re going to take it all, aren’t you?”
The anticipation was nearly unbearable, and you nodded feverishly.
“Yes...please,” you whispered, desperate for the relief only he could provide you with.
With one swift movement, Jaemin thrusts into you, filling you completely and sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. Jaw slack, you gasp and moan, the feeling of him inside of you completely overstimulating.
“Oh fuck, baby,” He panted, feeling your pussy clench around him. He picked up the pace, his thrusts getting harder and faster, his thighs slapping against your ass with each movement. You felt his cock hitting that spot deep inside of you, sending you soaring higher and higher with each surge.
“Oh god, Jaem, yes, harder, deeper,” you pleaded, your nails digging into the sheets as you arched your back, meeting his every thrust. Jaemin grunted in response, his voice hoarse with lust as he poured everything he had into you.
Another climax hit you, this one even more intense than the last, and you wailed out his name as you came, clenching around him until he thrust once more, his own release filling you.
As he collapsed onto you, both breathless and spent, you couldn't help but smile weakly, your body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. Jaemin looked down at you, his eyes softening as he gently kissed your forehead.
“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, stroking your hair. The camera had long since stopped recording, but the memories of this night would be forever etched in your mind along with every other moment you spent with Jaemin.
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OPERATION RIZZ - NA JAEMIN
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EDITED NOTE: I just want to thank you all so so much for the love you've shown this fic! to celebrate, check out the early release of End To Start!
Pairing: Na Jaemin x fem!reader (Ft. Yangyang, Haechan, Johnny, Jeno, and mentions of other nct members, nct dream are the friend group, the Jeno and his girlfriend mentioned are the same pairings from Quiet and Game over!)
Genre: Fluff, angst, humor, college au nct,
Synopsis: In an attempt to teach Donghyuck how to get a girlfriend, Jaemin helps him make a list only... that list seems awfully familiar.
wc: 7.8k ( my longest fic yet, I have perished.)
warnings: reference to the sexual activity that happened in Game Over between Jeno and his girlfriend, Mentions of smoking a joint at a frat party but no detailed usage and not by the two mc, Alcohol, Drunk reader, swearing, cringe pick up lines, reader, and Jaemin play the horror game 'the quarry' but no spoilers, timeline jumps a bit but I'm certain it's still understandable, mentions of harsh pranks being pulled by readers previous roommates, hints at previous roommates being bullies to the reader.
A/N: Hi, my lovelies. This fic was a wild ride, I'm telling you. I'm still not satisfied with the header but we move ig. This took me five-ish days I think, mainly cause I left it for at least three of those. I honestly hope you love this as much as I do. If I have missed any warnings please let me know! @sexygrass you asked me to tag you in the finished product! here you are,
Feel free to send me asks to talk about the fic, I love talking about fic characters.
Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!
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It was a funny thing to watch Donghyuck fail miserably. It was even funnier to watch the brightly colored cocktail drip from the ends of his hair, soaking into his pristine white t-shirt. To Jaemin, it was the best entertainment in the world to watch his friend flirt terribly. There was a reason Jisung called him bitchless. Not to doom any potential girl Donghyuck could end up with, but the guy was just a walking beacon of cringe pickup lines.
Like tonight. Jaemin had watched from his spot perched on a barstool a few seats away as his friend confidently walked up to the bar. He’d internally winced as Donghyuck had added his own drink to the girl’s tab and he’d tried so hard to still his facial features when the said drink was promptly tipped over his head following the line he gave. “You owe me a drink, I dropped mine when I looked at you.”
It was safe to say that the man crashed, burned, and disintegrated. Jaemin couldn’t hold his laughter for long, barely able to set his drink down on the bar without spilling it before the howls of laughter racked through his body. He felt a hand slap down on his shoulder, the sounds of Yangyang’s own hysterical laughter hitting his ears.
“It’s not funny! Look at my shirt!” Donghyuck growled in annoyance, fingers plucking the wet material away from his skin. “I’m going to clean up...”
The man moved to brush past his two friends, Yangyang stilling his laughter long enough to reach out and grasp his sleeve. “I wouldn’t, Restrooms occupied.” He straightened from his hunched-over position, his voice strained from holding in further laughter. “Think Jeno’s trying to one-up over Jaehyun, dragged his girl in there and locked the door about twenty minutes or so ago.”
“For fuck sake!” He whined, foot kicking at a leg of Jaemin’s bar stool.
Jaemin stood, finally able to keep his laughter at bay. “What did you expect? He literally dragged us here in a fit of jealous rage.” He scoffed light-heartedly, slinging an arm over Donghyuck’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s just go home - Yang, you crashing at Hyuck’s too?” Jaemin craned his neck to catch his fellow 00’ liner’s answer.
Yangyang shrugged in acceptance of the offer, slinging his own arm over Hyuck’s other shoulder.
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“So,” Hyuck began, pausing to slurp some of his McDonald’s strawberry milkshake through the disintegrating paper straw. “You’re telling me that my lines don’t work at all?”
Yangyang and Jaemin gave a pointed look to each other, almost as if trying to decide who should be the bearer of bad news. Jaemin gave a slight sigh, his mouth poised ready to talk but his brain still trying to come up with an answer.
“It’s just … You’ve got no rizz” He let the statement hang in the air, chewing into his cheek as Donghyuck blanched at the blunt statement.
“And you have?” He jeered in defense, chuckling in amusement.
“Dude, he’s the rizzler.” Yangyang piped in, the amused grin on his face broadening. “Jaemin’s got effortless rizz and he doesn’t even try.”
Jaemin was startled when his friend threw himself over his lap with a drawn-out dramatic cry. “Then help me!” He pleaded, loosely gripping Jaemin’s collar to shake him.
“Christ! Okay, Okay!” He gave in pretty quickly, shoving Donghyuck off of him with a little effort.
Jaemin shook his head at Hyuck’s antics, Yangyang laughing along with him. No words were spoken for a few moments until the latter made an announcement.
“Let Operation Rizz commence.”
Over the course of the next ten minutes, the two made Donghyuck write down his own step-by-step guide how to get a date.
Jaemin plucked the notepad from his friends' fingers, reading through them with a grimace of distaste.
"Step one is wink?" He read off in disbelief, nearly choking on air when he read step two. "Flirt with her best friend. Are you insane?"
He snatched the pen from Hyuck, ripping the list out of the book and scrunching it Into a ball.”We’ll rewrite it.”
"That's what the Buzzfeed article said to do!" That comment alone earned him a paper ball to the head.
"You need to practice and observe." Yangyang was right, it would be handy to have an actual female to be a 'test subject' as it were.
"But who? The only girls Hyuck know hate him and the only girl I kno–" Jaemin's words stopped dead as he caught onto what his friend was hinting at. "Absolutely not. ____, would never agree to this."
At least Jaemin hoped his roommate would be repulsed enough by the idea to call him crazy and move on.
The thing is, Jaemin had been a little selfish when it came to you. He had very rarely invited you to hang with any of his friends, not that he had to — you were purely roommates who had the same computer science class. That was how you met him. Jaemin had rocked up to class, late and unbothered. It was you who caught onto his small tales of anxiety when he struggled to catch up, wordlessly sliding your notes on the previous few slides onto his desk.
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STEP ONE: BEFRIEND
After the lesson had ended and various students began to pile out of the door, you slowly started to pack up your things. A throat being cleared gained your attention, Jaemin looking at you sheepishly, a hand rubbing the back of his neck.
"Thanks for that." A smile of chagrin directed toward you. “I thought I could catch up but Mr. Kim just goes so fast.”
You chuckled, pinching your notes from the table to put them in your bag, zipping it up, and turning toward your classmate. “Next time, don’t be late.” Jaemin was drawn to the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you granted him a grin. “It’s my turn to be late next class.”
True to your word, at 8:45 am the following Thursday, you snuck into the back of the class. You looked disheveled and half-dead to your fellow classmates. You didn’t want the unwanted attention that was sure to be drawn to you if you scrambled down to a vacant seat at the front, instead, you slipped into the closest empty seat on the back row.
You tried to make as minimal noise as possible when taking your things out of your backpack and you were so preoccupied with the action that you almost jumped when a few sheets of paper were slipped wordlessly onto your desk from the seat next to you.
The two of you fell into an unspoken routine this way. Jaemin would take notes for you to copy if you were late and vice versa, an unspoken rule being you took turns being late. For you, this wasn’t a problem. You were rarely late, something Jaemin noticed when he was hurriedly yanking on his jeans in an attempt to leave on time. He had secretly cursed you at that moment. Jaemin couldn’t be late, it wasn’t his turn and the rule was unspoken.
The next time you were late, you were very late. Jaemin had honestly thought you weren’t coming, his eyeline drifted to the door on multiple occasions. An odd feeling of disappointment settled in his chest. You had become the highlight of his day, Jaemin found himself looking forward to his computer science classes for once.
When you did finally turn up and slip into the seat next to him, he noticed you didn’t even make a move to remove your things from your backpack. You just stared straight ahead, hair drenched from the horrible weather outside and unshed tears pooling at your waterline.
One look at you and Jaemin’s teasing expression faded. He set his pen down, angling his body toward your seat. “Are you okay?” Jaemin almost slapped himself, it was obvious you weren’t.
You raised the damp sleeve of your sweater to wipe at your face, “Sorry I’m late, Jaemin.” Your voice was raw and croaky, he was sure you were going to get sick. “I slept in my car.”
The male blanched, eyebrows shooting to his hairline. Jaemin was sensitive enough to keep his voice low and careful, trying to coax the answers to his many questions from you. “Why, What happened?”
You sniffled quietly, fighting the urge to curl into yourself and hide. “My housemates locked me out again.” Jaemin’s expression softened, his hand reaching over to tuck your wet hair behind your ear. “Then my car broke down on the way to campus.”
Jaemin had heard about how your housemates were. You’d ranted to him in many lessons about what they were like. The only reason you were all housed together was through the private landlord student accommodation scheme set up for students who didn’t want the dormitory life.
He knew full well that it was a popular-eat-nerd food chain out there and he was grateful his grandma paid his rent for him - Always grandma’s favorite boy. It only took a few more of those incidents for Jaemin to offer his precious games room. He proposed a very convincing argument.
“Look, It’s a steal!” He exclaimed, “No rent and we just split the rest of the utilities and grocery costs, your own room, closer to campus, and me!” Jaemin flashed you his pearly whites at his winning argument.
“I can’t just take up your space like that, Jaemin.” You sighed, as much of an amazing offer it was… You didn’t want it out of pity.
“We’ll probably barely see each other! We can split the chores and work something out.”
It was safe to say you ended up caving into the offer. Any college student would snatch up the deal of accommodation with no rental costs.
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Jaemin sat open-mouthed as you bobbed your head in agreement with the idea. “Hm, Yang’s right. I’m the only girl you know that won’t get violent when Hyuck acts like a douche.” You sat back in your chair, swiping Jaemin’s iced coffee from the table and taking a sip through the straw.
“I’m sorry, what?” He spluttered, “Hyuck gets attached, clingy. What if he likes you?” Jaemin’s worries were irrelevant to everyone else but him.
Jaemin didn’t like the idea of Donghyuck catching feelings but he supposed he may be acting on possessive instinct. He shook his head, avoiding the look Yangyang was giving him. It was like the guy was trying to analyze his expressions and read his mind. He felt momentarily exposed.
“Speak of the devil and he shall appear,” You snickered, “Donghyuck, sit.”
Hyuck brushed off his barista apron, shoving his order pad into one of the large pockets in the front as he sat at the vacant chair at the table. You sat up from your slouched position in your chair, sliding Jaemin’s coffee back over to him - the cup being halfway empty by now.
“Show me what you got.” You tapped the table with your hand.
You, Jaemin, and Yangyang watched as Hyuck ran a hand through his hair, his left eye dropping into a wink that could only be described as cringe when he leaned forward toward you. “Are you a transformer?” He paused a moment, long enough to give an over-exaggerated lip bite, his flirty gaze running up and down your torso. “ ‘Cause you’re Optimus fin-” His confidence was harshly broken as you mocked the sound of a loud buzzer.
“Pickup lines don’t work anymore, Dude.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “That was- …. I don’t actually have words for how bad that truly was.” Donghyuck’s face fell.
“Technically, we’re skipping step one because you already kind of know ____. So, step one is ‘befriend’. If she was a stranger you’d have just failed miserably.” Jaemin said to his friend, lifting his coffee to inspect the cup of the missing liquid.
“Alright, What’s step two?” Hyuck shrugged, looking expectantly at his friends.
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STEP TWO: GET TO KNOW
Back when you had first moved in with Jaemin, the two of you were more than awkward. It felt odd for each of you to see each other in your most vulnerable states. At home. In class things were different, that was a side of you that prepared to go out and face the day, a social mask slipping in place.
It took just one instance to get over the hurdle of timidness between you both. One Saturday, Jaemin had just gotten back with the groceries, the list crumpled in one of the bags he was hefting. You were leaning against the breakfast bar in the kitchen, a mug of coffee - specifically a Chocolate Mocha from a sachet - cupped in your hands.
Once all of the bags were strewn over the kitchen counter and the floor surrounding the fridge, you set your mug in the sink and began helping.
“Oh, no way!” You gasped, holding up the box of frozen desserts. “Two-ball-screwballs?” Jaemin looked up from shoving frozen food into the freezer drawers, a surprised smile on his face.
“Yeah! My mom used to get them for me every Friday after school.” He shut the drawer he was working on.
“I thought they were discontinued!” You gushed, tearing open the box and removing the cone-shaped cup. “I love these.”
Jaemin’s shoulders perked, his eyes brightening. “You’re kidding! My friends think they’re low tier.” He took the box from you, removing one of the plastic cones for himself and putting the rest into the freezer to save them from melting.
“Low tier? Your friends are low tier.” You scoffed jokingly, peeling off the top.
Jaemin rose to his feet, accepting the teaspoon you offered to him. “I’ll pay you ten to say that to Chenle’s face.” He chuckled, diving his spoon into the red cherry slush.
“What other gems are you hiding?” You questioned, spoon hanging from your mouth as you began to finish off the groceries with your free hand.
“Depends, do you like video games?” Jaemin lifted himself to perch on the breakfast bar.
“I like watching people play them,” You cast a glance back at your roommate. “I don’t have the hand-eye coordination for them.”
Jaemin hummed in thought, his gaze locked onto the dessert in his hand. “If I set up in the living room, do you wanna, maybe, watch me play?” He offered, discreetly peering up at you without lifting his head.
He watched you ponder over the idea a moment before nodding, “Sure.”
That night, you and Jaemin settled onto the couch with the controller firmly in his hand. You stared at the opening game screen ‘The Quarry’ glitching back at you. Jaemin had promised you that this wasn’t so much of a fast-paced game and more of a multiple choice.
“It’s a horror game-” He caught the look of unease on your face. “But it’s not that bad! It’s like a movie but you choose what happens and each option you choose alters the game path. It’s really cool!” The look on his face, as he describes one of his favorite games, will forever be your favorite expression on him.
His eyes light with excitement, and the controller drops to his lap as he uses elaborate hand gestures to explain the concept to you. There’s a feeling deep down that you want him to look like that whilst talking about you. But, that’s stupid, right? You’d only known him a few months at that point.
“Can you turn the subtitles on? I can’t hear a thing without them.” You nudged him with your elbow, prompting Jaemin to stare at you in amusement.
“If I wanted to read a book, I would.” He quipped, still navigating the settings to turn them on for you regardless.
You were only on the first chapter of the game and somehow you’d ended up scrunched up into Jaemin’s side, all awkwardness from before long gone. “No no! Don’t go down there, That’s just stupid!” You shouted, peeking up from his shoulder.
“____,” Jaemin laughed, “We have to, it’s the gameplay. We gotta follow Max into the cellar.” A hand left his controller to pat the top of your head.
You were both late for class the next day.
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“Get to know them? How long will this take?” Donghyuck complained, a pout playing at his lips.
He wasn’t a patient man and quite honestly, this was taking longer than he had thought. You cast him a sharp look. “Hyuck, you said you wanted a girlfriend. A lot of work goes into the buildup.”
“Can’t you just date me and then I don’t have to get to know anyone?” He huffed, letting his forehead drop to the table.
His question earned him two abrupt shouts of “No!” Both Yangyang and you exchanged slightly shocked looks at how quickly Jaemin said it along with you.
“Ugh! Fine, so, I get to know them.” Donghyuck lifted his head. “Do I have to ask questions?”
A mumbled ‘He’s hopeless’ under your breath had you receiving two kicks under the table as Jaemin responded to the question. “Yeah, Ask about her hobbies, and family, know the basics, and find a niche to get into deeper conversation.”
“Noted. So, find things in common, then?” Hyuck voiced the question with slight uncertainty.
You grinned, tapping his arm to reward him. “Yeah, exactly!” You studied him a moment, face scrunched in thought. “Say… Hyuck, is there someone in specific you’ve got your eye on?” You questioned.
Hyuck laughed nervously, the three sets of eyes staring at him intently making him slightly nervous. See, Donghyuck always had an obvious tell when he was hiding something. First, eye contact became nonexistent. Then, he would over-blink, his friends joked that he’d take off if he blinked too fast. Lastly, the incoherent defense. Hyuck was doing all of those things.
“Do we need to teach you to lie as well?” Yangyang teased, jabbing his friend in the side.
“Speak for yourself, I don’t lie.” You spoke, pretending to inspect your nails until Jaemin’s snort of laughter cut across the table to you.
“Yeah, right. ____, who ate the last two-ball screwball?” He quipped, an eyebrow raised in challenge at you.
“Uhm, Luna.” It wasn’t Jaemin’s cat.
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STEP THREE: GESTURES OF KINDNESS
It was rare for you to go out with your friends. It was rare for you to get drunk, too. You had declined an invitation to the neo-frat party for months, much to the disappointment of your friend. It was after four months of living with Jaemin that you found out he was going, only then did you finally accept the next invitation you received.
You’d spent all afternoon following your friends around the shopping plaza to find the right outfit. Your outfit was at your friends' house, you didn’t see the need to overdress for drinking in a stuffy frat house full of sweaty college kids.
The first glimpse of you Jaemin had caught that day was an hour into the party, the frat house in full swing. He’d been roped in to help set up, his friend Mark being a part of it and Hyuck being heavily involved. Jaemin had been looking for you all night and when he finally caught you, you were talking to Johnny.
Jaemin felt unsettled, though he had no choice who you spoke to. He kept glancing at you, hand gripping the solo cup tighter in his hand the more you laughed at Johnny’s jokes. You’d been drinking, that much was clear. Your cheeks a rosy red and your eyes slightly glazed with intoxication, Jaemin had caught onto how you swayed subtly on the spot, your hand gestures over-exaggerated, and your giggles that seemed to happen at everything Johnny said.
Jaemin’s gaze tore away from you when a hand waved in front of his face, his mind catching up with reality when he saw his best friend. “Jeno, sorry, didn’t hear you.”
Jeno gave his friend a knowing look, shaking his head. “You were staring, if you like her then tell her.” He shrugged, lifting his beer bottle to his lips to take a swig.
Jaemin frowned, his eyeline drawn to you once more as he shook his head. “It’s a bad idea, we live together.” As much as he hated to admit it, Jaemin wondered if inviting you to live with him was a mistake for this reason. “It’d be awkward if it didn’t work out, Jen.”
It’d taken Jaemin only one month of living with you to come to the conclusion that he was slowly becoming head over heels infatuated with you. He wasn’t entirely sure if it was love yet, but Jaemin knew you made him feel things that were an entirely new experience.
“If you’re so headstrong on it, make me a bet.” Jaemin’s attention was stolen away from you once more, his eyebrows scrunched in an expression that told Jeno that he wasn’t really listening at all. “If you end up dating by… let's say, the end of the academic year, then you have to get a tattoo.”
Jaemin gulped slightly, he wasn’t a fan of needles. But he was so sure he would be able to resist you. “Fine, if we don’t, you’ve got to get one. In a place of my choosing.” Jaemin mastered a grin, shaking Jeno’s hand to seal the deal.
When Jaemin turned back around, you or Johnny were nowhere to be seen. His mind’s implication of what it meant had his heart dropping into his stomach. He bitterly shook his head, downing the rest of the ‘special punch’ in his cup.
Jaemin went on with the party, utterly miserable at the thought of you holed up in one of the various upstairs bedrooms with Johnny. Of all people. You had to choose the biggest player out there. It was almost like Jaemin was walking around with his own cloud of self-loathing thundering over his head.
He’d thrown himself onto one of the lawn chairs that surrounded the outdoor pool, running a hand over his face. However, he soon froze when he spotted Johnny. The frat member was with Jaehyun and the frat leader, Taeyong. Jaemin noticed the absence of you immediately and it had him springing up from his seat with a slight stumble. Jaemin wasn’t drunk, he was just bordering the line between tipsy and lightly mellow.
Jaemin tapped urgently on Johnny’s shoulder, the older male turning to him with a doped-up smile. Johnny removed the joint from his mouth, offering it out to Jaemin with a hazed blink. “Where’s ____?” Was his immediate response.
Confusion clouded the elder's face for a moment before he laughed loudly. “Man, she’s wasted!” Jaemin gritted his teeth as a bout of smoke wafted in front of his face.
“Yeah, good to know.” He rushed out in exasperation. “Where?” Johnny’s smile dropped as he shrugged.
“Last I knew, she was asleep on the stairs.” Jaemin didn’t wait for any further explanation, bolting it back inside the house and to the sweeping staircase near the front door.
Sure enough, that’s where he found you. Your lips set into an adorable pout from where your head had hung in your slumber. Jaemin was certain that your neck would hurt in the morning if he didn’t take you home. Though, looking at you… Jaemin couldn’t fight the fond chuckle escaping him.
He knelt down at the bottom step, lifting his hand to gently sweep your hair back. His lips pursed as he took in the state of you, fingers tugging your t-shirt dress down your thighs from where it had risen in an attempt to shield your modesty. He squeezed your knee.
“____,” He called to you gently, a hand on your shoulder to lightly shake you awake. “____, c’mon. I’m taking you home.”
A groan left your closed lips, your body attempting to twist to the side as if you were casually rolling over in the comfort of your bed. Jaemin wouldn’t let you, firmly shaking your shoulder again. He sighed in relief when your eyes finally opened, squinting at the light.
“There she is.” He grinned, both hands moving to your cheeks to steady your lolling head.
Jaemin honestly couldn't help but grin in return for the drunk smile you gave him. It was like you were suddenly sprung with energy. “Jaemin!” You launched forward, both arms wrapping tight around his neck.
His hands had to settle on your back to stop you both from toppling over. Your roommate coaxed you to stand, brushing down the crumbs and dirt from your dress. Jaemin made you lean on the wall as he unzipped his hoodie and tied it around your waist.
“Okay, I need you to hold onto my neck… but not strangle me. You got that, ____?” He spoke slowly as if talking to a child because Jaemin had come to realize that’s exactly how drunk you were.
He left you on the second step, crouching down and patting his shoulder. It was embarrassing how many attempts it took to get you securely on Jaemin’s back but eventually, you succeeded in the climb.
The man carried you all the way across the campus and into the blocks of student housing like this. The whole way you were singing at the top of your lungs, Jaemin even joined in when you started singing Twice’s Fancy. He noted you got quieter at the end of your street and when your light snore hit his ear, he knew the reason why.
There was a struggle for him to unlock the front door with you still on Jaemin’s back. Trying not to let the three cats escape was an even bigger feat that Jaemin managed. He also managed to get you off his back, setting you down on your bed. Your shoelaces were already half undone in a loose tangle, Jaemin not having to work very hard to get your shoes and socks off your feet.
The brown-eyed man looked frantically around your room, spotting the cotton pads and micellar water on your desk. Gentle strokes of the cotton pad across your skin removed the smeared makeup on your face. Jaemin was amazed you didn’t wake up, especially when he got to your eyes.
His fingers lingered on your face, a sad smile gracing his lips. “I wish things were different, ____.” Jaemin shook his head with a sigh, dropping the used cotton pads into your trash can and setting them next to your bed.
With a glass of water and some Advil at your bedside, Jaemin gave into temptation and pressed a light, lingering kiss to the top of your head before tucking you in and parting from your bedroom.
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“Acts of kindness?” Donghyuck echoed. “If I help her out at the library, does that count?”
“She works at the library?” Your mouth was covered by Donghyuck's palm.
“Don’t announce it to the whole coffee shop, ____!” He hissed, yanking his hand away and shaking it out when he felt something slimy brush across his palm. “Okay, ew.”
“Hm, that’d work, try something a little more meaningful though, Hyuck” Yangyang suggested as he stood, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “I gotta go, botany class starts soon.”
The three of you echoed your goodbyes, turning back to the list on the table once your retreating friend was out of sight.
“So, your crush is one of the librarians?” Jaemin questioned, his face shriveling at his next thought. “Do not sit here and tell me that it’s Mrs. Choi...”
“Gross! No, she has warts on warts.” Hyuck shivered at the very thought of it. “She’s our age.”
Donghyuck could practically see the wheels turning in both of your brains as the two of you tried to work it out. He could also guess when yours and Jaemin’s thought waves seemed to of aligned. He found it slightly freaky how you seemed to have a full conversation with just a look.
“Oh, her.” You nodded your head in approval. “Good choice, Hyuck. She’s a friend of mine, really shy.” You hummed.
“You’re not gonna put in a good word for me, even if I ask… are you?” The man’s shoulders deflated as you shook your head.
“Alright then… What’s after the acts of kindness?”
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STEP FOUR: COMPLIMENT TASTEFULLY
Jaemin remembers clearly the day he thought his heart jumped out of his throat and threw itself into the lake.
It was one of the rare occasions that he had invited you to hang out where his friends were - He wouldn’t admit but the only reason he did was that Jeno’s girlfriend was begging at his feet not to be the only girl. So, Jaemin invited you.
His eyes widened at the arctic sleeping bag you pulled from the trunk of your car. “Where did you get that?”
You gave a nonchalant shrug, “What do you think I used when I used to sleep in my car? Takeout wrappers?” His mouth snapped shut as you unzipped the door to your one-person tent, flinging the sleeping bag inside to deal with later. It was only when you had zipped your tent back up did you turn to him again. “Thanks for building the tent for me.” You beamed at him, your hand patting his shoulder in thanks.
“Thanks for driving all our stuff down here. I didn’t realize we had so much.” He glanced around at the half-set-up camp circle. “I should go and help Jisung-ie.”
The two of you went around separately, helping the group set things up, and come nightfall, the nine of you were crowded around the campfire. Jaemin wasn’t listening too much, the brunette was too preoccupied with the way your eyes shone in the moonlight and how the flame from the fire gave your skin a breath-taking glow. He nudged your side with his elbow subtly.
Jaemin was going to compliment you, he was going to tell you how beautiful you looked out there with nature but the words died on his tongue when you looked at him with your showstopping smile. All he could do was nudge the bag of marshmallows toward you.
There was a multitude of reasons why Jaemin couldn't tell you and reason number one was sat across from you both, staring at him with a pointed look across the dancing heat of the fire. Lee Jeno. Jaemin’s best friend nodded his head firmly in your direction, rolling his eyes when Jaemin just shook his head and broke eye contact.
The whole of the three days camping, Jaemin hadn’t had a minute alone with you. Not even on the drive back, with the other car full - Chenle had borrowed his mom’s six-seater - that left three people, including yourself, in your car. So, you, Jaemin, Renjun, and the luggage were in your little two-door car.
The both of you were relieved when you finally arrived home. As much as Renjun was the best company for a two-hour drive, all he did was complain about how little Donghyuck and Chenle helped pack away. It was nice to just have silence.
You had time for a shower and a nap and Jaemin had time to go through the plethora of photographs he took on the trip. He hadn’t realized he took so many, mostly of you. Jaemin stopped on one he took of you by the lake. You were posed beautifully, unaware of the camera pointed toward you. Your smile beaming, the way the sun encased you made you look almost ethereal. Your arm was lifted, eyes locked in fascination on a baby blue butterfly that landed on your index finger.
That was Jaemin’s favorite by far. He had no idea how long he had been staring at the image on his camera, nearly jumping out of his skin when your voice sounded close to his ear. You’d leaned over the back of the couch to take a look.
“Oh, I didn’t know you even took that.” You marveled.
“Hm, It’s one of my favorites.” He murmured quietly, glancing up to watch as you climbed over the back of the piece of furniture to sit next to him.
“The sun makes me look so cool!” You leaned further over, looking at the image in more detail.
Jaemin shook his head, handing the camera over to you. “Nah, You always look that pretty.” He’d said the sentence without thinking.
A light blush coated the apples of your cheeks. Jaemin hadn’t complimented you like this before, no matter how many times you’d longed to hear something like this from your roommate. Your heart was doing somersaults in your chest. You wondered for a moment if he meant it but when Jaemin didn’t comment any further on the matter you decided not to ask.
“Oh.” You had no idea what to say in response and Jaemin thought your newfound shyness at his compliment was well worth the slip-up.
From then on, Jaemin made sure to give you subtle compliments every so often. Taking personal satisfaction in the color of your cheeks and the shy smiles that would occur.
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“And remember, Hyuck. No pickup lines.” Jaemin spoke slowly, hoping that it would get through his friend's head.
Donghyuck hummed in thought before eventually nodding in defeat. “No pickup lines. Not even one.”
Jaemin looked almost proud, giving his friend a light fist bump. “Go through the steps, I need to know you aren’t going to mess this up.”
Hyuck sighed, lifting the list to read out the steps so far. Both you and Jaemin sitting opposite him in anticipation. “Alright, Step one is befriending.” He thought a moment. “So, like, make a connection so we aren’t strangers?” He trailed off on a question, looking to your faces for confirmation.
If your grins were anything to go by, he was doing fine. “Step two is Get to Know.” He took a sip of his coffee, writing a few notes next to the bullet point. “Like, find out her hobbies, places she likes, TV shows, music, food, and maybe things about her family. That sort of thing.” He sounded confident enough with step two that you or Jaemin didn’t make a single comment.
Donghyuck cleared his throat, pausing on step three. “Gestures of kindness?” His confidence wavered. “Can’t we skip any steps?”
“No, No skipping, You got this, Hyuck. Think about it.” Jaemin was awed at the way you gently encouraged his friend. Jaemin and the rest of his friend group usually took the harsher approach, teasing him to no end.
“Alright,” Donghyuck looked visibly in thought for a moment. “Like offering her a ride home or… or staying behind to help her organize the shelves at the library?”
Jaemin hummed, nodding. “Yeah, if you can work out something more solid that would mean more to her then try that. Otherwise, I think that would work. Or bringing her lunch, If you know what she likes.”
“Got it,” Donghyuck scribbled down more notes. “Step four is Compliment Tastefully.” He looked back and forth between you two. “No pickup lines. But, natural?” He tilted his head at the question.
“Yep, Girls love to hear small compliments. About anything.” You offered, “How we’ve painted our nails? Our hair?” You listed off things for him to jot down on the paper, ending with; “Little and often.”
“Thanks, is that it?” Hyuck glanced down at his notepad again, a frown on his face. “None of this includes actually getting the title of boyfriend.”
“No, there are two more steps. The next thing is..”
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STEP FIVE: INVITE OUT ( NOT A DATE )
Jaemin fought tooth and nail for these tickets. He had no idea how much they were going to cost nor how many people were biting to attend the event. He remembers when you scrolled through a TikTok of the exact same event but in Paris, beneath the Eiffel Tower.
The way your face lit up when you shoved the phone in his face, rambling about how cool it was. So, when Jaemin caught wind of there being an outdoor cinema on the hill hosted at your very own University campus over the break, he just had to get you there.
But, how would Jaemin get you there without you thinking that he went through so much trouble just to get you a ticket? He thought of telling you that he found them on the ground but that would be ridiculous. There was no way you’d believe that.
Jaemin thought about it the upcoming week of the event, until the day before. You’d entered the apartment, slamming the door behind you much harsher than Jaemin was used to. His head peeked up from over the back of the couch.
“____?” He was met with angry grumbling, and the thudding of your shoes being dropped onto the floor after taking them off. “You okay?”
“Why do people have to be the way that they are?” Your sudden question stunned him for a moment, Jaemin meekly shrugged.
“Good afternoon to you, as well.” He chuckled softly, rising from the couch and rounding the half wall to the kitchen. Already on autopilot to make you a drink.
“I tried to get tickets for Grease In The Park.” Jaemin froze with his hand mid-way in grabbing a glass from the shelf.
“Oh? Really? How did that go?” He cleared his throat to try and curb the nervous waver in his voice.
He glanced over into the living room, seeing you throw yourself onto the couch with a defeated frown on your face. “Someone said they were selling theirs, so I paid way more than I should have for them and they were fake!” You had every right to be pissed, you wasted money that you could be using for gas and next month's car insurance.
Jaemin visibly relaxed out of your eyeline, filling the glass with soda and walking back to set it on the coffee table in front of you. You peered up at his bright, toothy smile, your frown deepening when he laughed softly.
“I don’t see how this is funny, Jaemin.” You grumbled, your foot jutting out to hit the back of his knee. Jaemin only nudged your legs back to perch on the edge of the couch, fingers tugging open one of the drawers in the wooden coffee table.
He produced to you an envelope, raising an eyebrow as he waved it in front of you. “Just go with me.” He stated simply, “Jeno’s now going with his girlfriend. I got a spare ticket.”
He’d never seen you move so fast, snatching the envelope from his hands to peer inside. “Holy shit! You’re not joking? These are real?” You gasped, catching the holographic authenticity sticker on the tickets. “Jaemin, Oh my god!”
Jaemin let out a grunt as he was tackled by you, his back bracing his fall against the cushions. Jaemin stilled for only a moment until he relaxed, his arms winding around your back to gently pat along your spine. “Is that a yes?”
It was and the very next day you were flattening out a picnic blanket under a blossom tree on the hill. The perfect spot to get the best view. If anybody stood up, it wouldn't obstruct your view and it was perfect. You’d insisted that you and Jaemin pack a cooler of snacks and some sandwiches, and much to his surprise you’d packed a Two-ball Screwball each.
Jaemin honestly couldn’t recall the plot of the movie, you were amazed he had never seen Grease before. Even after watching it underneath the blossom tree in the greenery behind the University's main building, Jaemin couldn’t recite the storyline. All Jaemin could remember was watching you with stars in your eyes as you belted out the lyrics to nearly every song.
As the fading notes to You’re The One That I Want got quieter, you turned to him. Jaemin loved you like this, unapologetically you. Cheeks red from the excitement and singing, eyes wide and wondrous in the nature's air. And then you floored him, leaning over to press a meaningful kiss to his cheek.
His lips parted in surprise, his own giddy smile widening as you pulled back an inch to look at him. “Thanks, Jaemin.” You whispered between you. “This has been the best movie theatre experience ever.” and with that, you tugged the spare blanket around the both of you, naturally hugging into Jaemin’s side.
Jaemin complained before about the effort to get the tickets but in that moment he vowed that he would do it again ten times over just to relive this moment.
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“You’ve got to make it sentimental. Somewhere she’s always wanted to go but don’t overdo it.” Jaemin pointed at Hyuck in a warning.
“Don’t overdo it? How much do you think this place pays me?” He snorted, gesturing to the coffee shop the three of them had been sitting in since Hyuck’s shift ended two hours ago.
“They’d probably pay you more if you did your job and stopped giving us free coffee.” You shrugged, poking at Donghyuck’s shoulder.
“I’m not even on shift right now!” Donghyuck protested, slapping his hand down on the table. “Do you really want me to start charging you for coffee?”
Jaemin’s lips tugged into a fond smile, letting his friends argue as he slid the paper and pen back toward himself to write the final two steps. He stared at it for a few moments, glancing up at you only once before nodding his head and flipping the paper face down.
Your playful stint with Donghyuck ended as Jaemin stood from his seat, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “I’ve written the last two steps down.” He began, avoiding your eyes. “I got class in fifteen.”
Jaemin swiftly left you both sitting there, Hyuck already scrolling on his phone when you nudged him. “Aren’t you going to look at step six and seven?” You nudged the paper toward him.
“Eh, read ‘em to me.” Donghyuck shrugged, glancing up at you from his game.
You rolled your eyes, reaching over for the paper. You flipped it over, skimming over the last two steps. Your heart stilled, your body seizing in shock as your brain caught up.
“Oh my god, I’m an idiot.” You whispered, Donghyuck finally glancing over to you.
“I could have told you that, but why?” His head shoved into your eyeline to look at the paper.
‘STEP SIX: WAIT FOR HER TO NOTICE’
“So? Why are you an idiot?” He looked puzzled, eyeing your frozen form carefully.
“Look at this list,” You wave it almost frantically. “Jaemin has done every single one of these things for me.”
“Oh, Yeah. That’s cause he’s in love with you.” Your friend said casually, your head snapping in his direction.
“What?” You choked in disbelief, dropping the list to the table once more.
“I’m surprised you haven’t caught on yet,” Hyuck laughed, “Kinda tragic if you ask me, unrequited love and all.” He yelped when he received a smack to the forearm.
“It’s not unrequited!” It was almost comical how his eyes widened at your exclamation.
“Then go and find him, look at step seven.”
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STEP SEVEN: CONFESS
You left the coffee shop in a clumsy mess, nearly headbutting the door on your way out. Honestly, you were beating yourself up over this. Just how long had you been tiptoeing around each other like this? How long had Jaemin been waiting for you to notice?
Of course, there were some intrusive thoughts shoved into the chaos of your mind. Like; What if you were overlooking this? What if Hyuck was lying? What if Jaemin had gotten bored of waiting for you and moved on already?
You skidded to a stop at your front door, suddenly remembering he wasn’t home. Jaemin was in class for at least two hours and you’d just run all the way back to the apartment to confess to him. However, with one whiff of your body, whilst taking your shoes off, you were glad he wasn’t home yet. It allowed you to shower, do your hair, and spritz some of your favorite perfume over yourself.
When Jaemin arrived home, he found you pacing the length of the living room. He wondered if you’d wear the carpet out at this rate. “Did Hyuck understand the last two points okay?” The question hung in the air as he straightened from removing his shoes.
Jaemin knew that this was make or break. You either caught on to his subliminal message or it went right over your head and he would have to revoke the entire list. Though, the look you gave him at that moment said you understood very well.
“How long?” Your voice was a mere whisper, fingers tangling amongst themselves as your feet came to a stop at the end of the couch.
Silence. Jaemin said nothing, his backpack falling from his shoulder to make a dull sound on the carpet. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, Jaemin was having trouble reading your expression. He wasn’t sure if the tears that were overspilling your eyes were a good thing or not. His teeth bit into his cheek.
“Jaemin, how long?” You moved in closer, your voice was desperate.
“A… a while.” He mumbled. “Too long,” He shook his head, suddenly finding the stain on the carpet much more interesting than the tears that spelled the pain on your face.
You sniffled, closing the gap between you to gently cup his cheeks with your palms and lift his gaze back onto yours. Jaemin caved, leaning into your loving touch with eyes fluttering closed. Warm hands cupped over your own.
“Please,” You’d never heard such vulnerability in Jaemin’s voice. “Let me down gently, ____.”
Jaemin’s eyes opened slowly, already feeling the numbness of rejection seep into his bones. But, you just shook your head with a watery smile. It made him hurt more, his first thought wondering if you were intentionally going to make him suffer for this.
“Oh, Jaem, I don’t plan to let you down at all.” Your whispered words were like a wash of color in skies of grey.
Jaemin’s breath of relief relaxed his shoulders and he wasted no time in connecting your lips. His kiss was gentle, surprisingly so for how long he had been waiting for you. Your lips were soft and he could taste the remanence of the drink you’d had earlier. Your lips slotted over Jaemin’s like they were made to be there, like a missing puzzle piece. It felt right.
It was you who pulled away first, slowly opening your eyes to smile shyly at him. “I love you, Jaemin.”
“I love you, ____”
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hellooo can i request a smut abt jaemin and fem reader in a secluded/private pool just like the one's in inferno😩 thanksss!!
AFTER HOUR PRIVACY
Synopsis: On a tv show to find love, your journey with the beloved Na Jaemin all began in the pool.
Warning: Smut / Fluff /, swear word usage, alcohol consumption, pool sex. Little to no plot! So sorry it took AGES, I’ve been super busy but I’ll try my hardest to upload more!! Please enjoy and sorry it isn’t the best!
Pairing; Jaemin x f!reader
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Splashing can be heard following a series of giggles. Besides that, only the the crickets are what keeps the night from utter silence in the villa. Way past midnight, with all other contenders fast asleep with the exception of two.
It was currently day 3 and although it was still all fairly new, you had already embarked the start of what can be of something nice with the charismatic Na Jaemin, 23 year old citizen from Jeonju-si ,South Korea. Contrast to your first impression of the man, you had quickly gotten close with him. Hitting it off way easier than you’d ever thought. Before you knew it, you would be taking a late night swim with him.
Even though, the two of you are already partnered up, with someone else.
Cornered, Jaemin’s arms are at your sides. On a mission to tickle you, a mischievous grin on his face to get you to laugh. Squirming and pushing at his chest, he’s too strong to stop him. “NaNa stop! They’re going to hear us.” You whisper shout at him through a fit of giggles. Shrugging his shoulders, he stops tickling you only to pull you in by your waist. You instinctively wrap your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your face in his neck to stop the snickering.
It was wrong to be doing this. To be out this late when the rest of the villa was asleep, and especially to be doing this when the two of you are clearly not partners. It’s not fair to neither person who’s currently sleeping alone in your shared beds.
“We don’t owe them anything.” Jaemin tries to reason with you. Raising a brow, you pull back to look at him clearly.
“I know what you’re thinking. It’s only been 3 days, its still early days. We owe no loyalty.”
“But shouldn’t we at least tell them that you know…we’re…” “Hooking up?” Smacking his arm, he only snorts and leans in to press a sudden kiss to your cheek. “You’re cute when you worry.” Smacking him once more, he fakes a wince. “What’s that for?” “For being an asskisser.” Smirking his voice lowers an octave. “baby for you, I’ll gladly do all the ass kissing-“ An attempt to kiss you, you press your hand on his lips. “Not happening, you already ruined my hair.” You sigh and pull back, not noticing the slight look of disapproval on the boy’s face when you do that. In a small span of time, he’s noticed he’s grown needy for your touch. His arm was quick to rest on your side immediately afterwards. He stares as you take your hair out of the messy bun, hair still kept dry.
“Oh I’m sorry, how about I fix that real quick.” Jaemin shrugs before he picks you up, arms tucked under your legs. Wrapping them around his waist, “Jaemin, what are you doing?” Eyes widening when you notice he’s beginning to back up, going further to the deeper side of the pool. “Don’t you dare wet my hair.” You try to push him off but to no avail, his hold on you is kept strong. Last thing you did before the both of you are plunged into the water is wrapping your arms around his toned shoulders.
Coming up for water, splashing him when he breaks the surface only to grin in your face. “What an ass!” You try to move the sticky strands of hair out of your face, he only laughs and when he tries to swim closer to you, he’s only met with your knee attempting to aim at his lower region. “Ok! Ok! I’m sorry.” Ignoring him, you swim over to the other end of the pool. Picking up the glass of wine you left on the edge and just as you take a sip you felt his presence behind you. Arms on either side on you, caging you in, his chest on your back as he rests his chin on your shoulder. Mouth close to your ear as he lays small air kisses, “M’sorry y/n, please forgive me.” Attempting to give him the silent treatment, Jaemin picks on it immediately and results in pressing soft sensual kisses to your neck.
Wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you closer to him. Hands massaging your soft wet skin. “Y/n, baby I’m sorry. Please forgive me?” Eyes closed as the feeling of his mouth and hands on you make you seem to be in some kind of hypnosis, you can only hum before you force yourself to focus. Shaking your head, you’re just about to move away from him when he pushes you up against the edge of the pool. “No?” He asks, pitch slightly risen, the question in it sounds taunting. “Would you like me to prove to you just how sorry I am?”
“Jaemin, I think it’s time to go inside-“
Squealing when he suddenly turns you around and lifts you up, propping you to sit on the concrete. Feeling much rougher than the smoothness of the water. “Let me show you just how sorry I am.” Pulling you to the very edge by your legs, bringing you closer to his face, your eyes widen. “Jaemin the cameras. What if the others see?” Not responding, he merely uses his forearm to push your back onto the concrete, spreading your legs to get full access to your bikini bottom. “Just relax baby. They turn the cameras off after 1 am.”
“But Jae- “ Throwing your head back with a moan, mouth slightly gaping the moment you felt his tongue on you.
Pushing your bikini to the side where he has no struggle in attaching his mouth on your sopping cunt. Tongue flicking everywhere, a finger on your clit as he proceeds to rub figure eights. Strands of his wet hair sticks to his forehead, his back muscle tenses the longer he’s hovering over you. Sounds of slurping can be heard the faster he eats you out. Fighting the urge to close your legs, your nails failing to dig into the hard ground results in them running through the wet locks of the man that has left you breathless since day one.
Your chest rises with every hard intake of breath you make. It felt good, amazing. He certainly wasn’t a man with little to no experience, he knew what he was doing. He knows how to get you going especially when he makes sure to look up at you, keeping his eyes on you. Even when his mouth was occupied, you could still notice when he smirked with every moan that left your pink lips. “Jaemin-“ You try to push his head away from you, you were close. He knew that and so he grabs your hands and pins them at your sides.
Sucking harder, focusing on your sensitive bud until he had you shaking for him. Not stopping even when you had already came on his mouth, not when half his face was drenched. His own grunts can be heard the faster he laps up your pussy, seeing the drunken look on his face is enough to know he’s gotten addicted to your taste.
“Jaemin, babe.” You whimper, legs shaking with every passing second that it stays held up. His grip on your wrists on tightens when you try to pry yourself of him. The man going down on you pulls back only to spit on your red throbbing pussy and reattach himself to you. Soon you begin to feel another orgasm beginning to start back up. Fully making out with your pussy, you watch as the pussy drunken man before you loses himself to your essence. A look of bliss on his face almost as if he’s been starved for who knows how long.
He can’t get enough of you. Since the moment he met eyes with you, he knew you would be wrecking him every which way. You would be on his mind from when he wakes up in the morning to when he falls asleep, but unfortunately wouldn’t be who he gets to partner up as it seems someone else also happened to have his eyes set on you. But he can’t blame them, you’re gorgeous, you have great banter with anyone even though he prefers if it was only with him. You have no problem turning him on and even though he’s currently partnered up with someone else, he can’t help but think of the many obscene scenarios he wishes to fulfill with you and only you.
So now, that he’s here. Alone in the middle of the night in Spain. On a beautiful villa with you spread out for him, how can he not appreciate every second he gets with you. Even if he may become greedy?
High pitched moans are ripped out of you, breath hitched as your orgasm is much stronger than the first. managing to turn your hands, your fingers begin to rub soft circles on Jaemin’s veiny ones. Something that helps him get out of his daze. With one last kiss to your clit, he pulls away and lowers your legs. Pulling you over to him until he plants his wet lips on yours. Moaning into his mouth when you get a taste of yourself. “You tasted like cherries, my favorite.” Jaemin says to you huskily.
A hand of yours reached the back of his neck. Fingers curling the ends of his hair, you notice the adorable look on his face. Lips swollen, tired face but his eyes still held a hint of lust in them. The idea that he may be harder underneath the water only wants you to continue this reckless behavior. Pulling him closer to you, you lean into his ear. In a whisper,
“Fuck me.”
A small groan can be heard, shrieking when he suddenly pulls you in the pool only to have you pressed on the wall of the pool and bent over on the edge. Hand tugging your top off to reveal your perky tits. Grinning when you feel him kneading your ass before you feel it.
His tip rubbing up against your pussy lips. Gasping at the sudden friction. Jaemin keeps you bent over, his arm pressing your back to keep your tits on the cold ground. “Be good.” He says sternly before he thrusts in. Gasping at the intrusion, you couldn’t believe the size of him. He wasn’t huge but definitely bigger than what you had imagined.
Yet again, the man takes you by surprise when he doesn’t seem to pick up pace. Instead he keeps his thrust slow and sensual. Making sure to hit every inch of you warm tight walls. His angry red tip kissing your cervix beautifully, the bulge on your lower abdomen becoming prominent of his tip. You felt slightly embarrassed that it had only taken 3 days for you to sleep with a stranger that you just met, but when he begins to fuck you harder you can’t seem to care.
“NaNa..” You whine, this only riles the man and soon he picks up the pace. The water moves with harsh waves with every movement he makes. Some of it spilling out of the tub, your face on the ground, hand gripping your hair as you try to focus on your labor breathing. Starting to feel yourself lose any sense due to his throbbing cock, Moaning when you suddenly feel him pull you up. His left hand wrapping around your neck as the other wraps around your waist securely. “Look at you going dumb on my cock.” He snickers in your ear.
“Feels so fucking good.” You manage to get out.
“Yeah? Better than what you’ve had lately?” He asks while giving a particular forceful thrust. Having to set your arm on the rail in order to gain balance. “So much better!” You agree.
Turned to face him, you feel his arms come underneath your legs. Scooping you up until your clinging onto him, he re-enters you. This time he’s no longer soft, sensual but instead he rams into you. Knocking the breath out of you, he pounds into you as you rest your arm back on the rim of the pool. Your tits bounce in his face, enticing him to lean in and soon he does,
Mouth attaching itself on your harden nipples. Sensitive to his tongue as he proceeds to nibble on them slightly. Sucking until he leaves them red and with hickies on them. Rotating between each tit, his face nuzzled in them even when he’s bouncing you hard on his cock. “Fuck Jaemin, keep doing that.” You plead, throwing your head back. His lips quickly to find your neck. Sucking until they too are covered in his love bites. No longer caring if either one of your partner’s find suspicion. They’ll have to find out one way or another,
That you’re his from here on out. And he does not plan on sharing you. Not when you’re wrapped around his dick so nice and tightly. Not when your tits are practically begging to be fondled with. Not when you moan his name so prettily, like his name was always mean’t to be moaned out by you. You got him perfectly wrapped around your finger and he does not care.
So, if he must go back to his shared room with the other contenders. To have to go back to sharing a bed with his partner. To have to see you get in bed with another man, he might as well make this night memorable for the both of you. A silent promise for more in the future.
Grabbing a leg of yours, he pushes you back on the ground and lifts your leg to gain a better angle. Better access to hitting deep within your bruised cunt, and when your walls tighten around him immediately he knows he found your g spot.
Feeling glorious, he doesn’t stop hitting the exact spot. Hair sticking to his forehead, its unknown if whether its water or his sweat. He ignores the fact that it’s getting in the way of his vision. He eyes dead set at the connection between the two of you. Watching how your pussy begs to be filled with his cock. How it tightens every time he thrusts back.
“Jaemin I’m so close!” You hiccup, he coos.
“You going dumb on my cock baby? Am I taking your breath away? I see how much you’re struggling to breath baby.” He taunts with a shit eating grin.
Rolling your eyes, head tosses back its quickly pulled forward when you feel his hand coming to wrap around your throat. “Open those pretty eyes princess, want you to look at me while you come on my cock.” Despite the struggle, you try your hardest to keep your eyes open. You rest your arm on top of Jaemin’s whose hold doesn’t relent on your throat.
You hear the way he’s beginning to groan excessively. He too about ready to reach his peak. How uneven his thrusts are, he’s faster, messier and relentless. His breathing is uneven and his brows are furrowed with determination.
“Shit!”
You feel your orgasm hit you like a powerful wave. Jaemin is quick to pull out, shooting his load on your stomach. Painting your body with white hot cum. Some of it going on his abs. Catching your breaths, Jaemin leans in to press a soft kiss on your temple. “You okay?” Sending him a soft smile, you nod and cup his face to press a real kiss on his lips. One you know he wanted for a while now. Seeing the look of content on his face, you chuckle and allow him as he begins to wipe his cum off your body. Helping the two of you out of the pool and helping you put your bikini back on. Pulling up his trousers.
Entering the building, the two of you head over to the bathroom. Realizing it’s a bad idea to shower if you don’t wanna wake anyone up. The best course of action would to simply change. And just as the two of you are about to head into the bedroom, you stop when you notice something on Jaemin’s abdomen. “What?’
His eyes widen when you suddenly get on your knees. “What are you-“ a low gasp falls out of his mouth as he stares amazed, tongue out as you begin to lick at his abdomen. Licking him clean of the excess semen that spurted on him. It was hot to say the last, but the tip of the icebreak may have been when you looked up at him with a cheeky smile. Feeling the familiar rush flowing down to his dick, he groans in frustration when you stop once you licked him clean and walked off not before sending him a wink.
“Goodnight.”
Now horny and with a hard on, Jaemin will have to fall asleep the you on his mind yet again.
Only now, he’d have to plan the next open opportunity where he can get you to himself. Away from the others, away from your partners and somewhere where he can fuck you to his hearts content.
To show you, he isn’t the only one that can be left wanting more.
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room 119.
genre: jaemin tooth rotting fluff, comfort, established relationship, nonidol!jaemin, suggestive perhaps? college au ofc
note: this is for the anon with the jaemin brainrot hehe... ty for the idea! not proofread but tbh... kinda obsessed with this and yeah it made me incredibly lonely soooo... i hope you enjoy muahaha
you hadn't heard from jaemin all day!
granted, it was still early in the morning, but you trusted him enough to not skip classes again. for the third time. this week.
it's chilly out as you make the short walk to his dorm building across the literature room in which you shared a philosophy class. you assumed he would text you if he was skimping out on lecture, again, but it was radio silence.
you were worried to say the least. it was often that he would skip, but he never, ever was the type of lover to go m.i.a on you.
hiking your backpack tighter on your shoulders, you trudged through the bright orange and yellow leaves. their dull crunching sound under the soles of your shoes are drowned out by the wind blowing past your ears.
finally reaching his dorm room, you roughly knock on the door. sniffling and wiping your nose. annoyed and cheeks red from your 10 minute walk to scold your sleepy boyfriend, you rock back and forth on your feet, a pout evident on your face as you let a couple seconds pass before knocking again.
however your hand never reaches the white wooden door, jaemin swings the door open, bed head on full display as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes.
your gaze rakes down to his neck and bare torso, following his happy trail all the way to the sweatpants hanging low on his hips, landing your gaze down to his feet clad in cheetah print socks. you look back up at him, letting your eyes linger back on his chest and collarbones.
you both stand at the door way for a while, he's amused at your reaction, no matter how many times you've seen him like this, it never fails to leave you incredibly flustered. and he's so grateful he's the only one who gets to make you feel like this.
"well are you gonna chew me out for skipping or is me being half naked a good enough apology?" he rasps.
too much time passes and he snaps you out of your thoughts with a chuckle, pulling you into his warm apartment by your wrists. his bed was pressed up against the left side of the wall, covered in posters and fairy lights. his room smelled like pumpkin pecan waffles and you couldn't help but let your eyes soften at the framed picture of you on his nightstand.
he has a drawer designated to your chapsticks, lip balms, hair ties, rings, nail polishes and any other trinkets you've left behind any time you visit him.
dragging you over to his bed as he plops on the mattress, tilting his head up to look at you, as you push his bangs back with your palms, he pulls you in from your belt loops, you let your arms hang over his shoulders, pushing his face deeper into your stomach once he rests his forehead on your ribs.
you notice the matching string bracelets you both bought on your first date together, hanging loosely on his wrist, you feel the fraying string as he trails a palm under the back of you shirt.
he feels warmer than the hot packs you had slipped into the pockets of your large jacket.
lifting his head up, he gives you an almost drunk grin. as if though your perfume made him as tipsy as his favorite bottle of peach soju he keeps tucked away in his bright purple mini fridge.
you continue to rake your hands over the hairs at the nape of his neck but stop one he removes your arms from his neck in order to help you slip the coat off your shoulders. standing up for a moment to untie your scarf and tuck his head into the crook of your neck to pepper a few smooches on the exposed skin where your shirt slipped from the friction of your coat being dragged off.
"you okay bunny?" you whisper, worried he skipped class for more than just an extra couple hours of sleep.
"never been better," he says genuinely and you can hear the smile on his face as his breath raises goosebumps near your spine and upper arms.
he sighs as he removes himself, he seems almost annoyed that he has to be apart from you for even a moment, as he helps you slip off your shoes and rests you against his pillows.
once he has you on the mattress he hikes up his sweatpants before tugging you down a bit by your bare ankles. he moves you a bit lower, allowing himself to rest all his weight on your chest, wrapping his buff arms around your hips. immediately closing his eyes and absentmindedly reaching for your arms. once found, he tugs your wrists yet again and not so subtly drapes your left arm over the top of his shoulder blades.
the skin is unbelievably soft and warm, and you can't help but instinctively begin scratching lightly against his thick, broad shoulders, trailing your nails down the middle of his back, reaching towards the band of his boxers.
you trace all the way back up to trace a heart over his left shoulder blade. you sensed how his pulse sped up and a smile take over his face, as the feeling of his cheekbones poking your sternum became more prominent.
right after, you feel him deeply exhale, as though he's needed this more than you know, but was too afraid to use words.
his grip around you tightens and you take this as an opportunity to crane you neck down and return the favor of peppering kisses near the top of his spine.
feeling him relax over your body is better than attending art history class for. sure.
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hii i love your fake texts can you do bff dreamie texts that are borderline flirting 😭 like they both have feelings but haven’t said anything so it’s just second nature to flirt? i hope that makes sense tysm!! <3
flirting with bff dream‧₊˚♡彡
- genre: fluff, a little bit suggestive
- tw: they are DOWN BAD here oml, a lot of dirty jokes but not like too bad
- a/n: FIRST REQUEST OMGGG this idea is so silly and i had a ball writing it tysm for the support and idea!!!
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🎧 — PROS & CONS . ~ 나 재민
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na jaemin x fem! reader
you know what they say about past lovers that remain friends – either they're still in love with each other or they never were in the first place.
featuring: nct dream, aespa (lots of karina), yangyang<3, random 4th gen idols
word count: 17.4k 🙀
warnings: cussing, three mentions of god (not in a religious manner), unhealthy eating habits, suggestive jokes, american school system, markhyuk?, ryujin slander but i promise i love her, parentheses in like every paragraph (i just have a lot to say), character intros that are unnecessary, reader suffers from chronic procrastination, a harry potter reference, slight barbie spoilers, jeno & karina are a dynamic duo who plot too much, micro econ is a bitch, jaemin drinks 8 shots of espresso with his coffee, this list is funnier than the actual fic
notes: mc wears glasses for a part and is a bts stan, also drives an old toyota and doesn’t know mandarin lol, the trope of yangyang being a shy loser is overused but i used it anyways, does reader live in a dorm or apartment? idk either 
songs: cupid - twin ver. by fifty fifty, to my first by nct dream, y si fuera ella by kim jonghyun, jamais vu by bts 
author’s words: after SIX! MONTHS! and 45 doc pages i realized that neo tech club equals ntc and NOT nct so no one come after me for that. also conclusions are courtesy of chat gpt my queen, i literally couldn’t think of anything! 
author’s words 2: this is extremely messy.. good luck!!🫡
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pro #1: he can expertly ward off weird club guys (this comes in handy)
Tonight you had come to the over-the-top EDM Neo Tech Club with one goal in mind: please for the love of God don’t think about college. Your finals were coming up soon and you had locked yourself in your dorm for the last 72 hours. Your roommate, Yu Karina, threatened to break your door down if you refused to exit your room and take a goddamn bathroom break—her words, not yours. 
So while college wasn’t at the forefront of your mind, it still lingered. Even through the heavy-hitting bass house music, which honestly just seemed to be the same few songs over and over again, and the douche standing in front of you. 
You’ve always been a ‘my clothes are not an invitation’ kind of girl. What kind of feminist would you be if you didn’t stand behind that motto? But sometimes? Sometimes your clothes were an invitation. Only to harmlessly flirt of course. 
But this guy was clearly not getting the memo. You were on your fourth “Oh really? That’s crazy” and couldn’t remember if his name was Seongsu or Sungjae. 
You kept trying to subtly look over to Karina to see if she could be your saving grace and pull you away from this idiot, but she was too busy flirting with a very familiar face. 
Your group of friends that had been dragged to the club tonight, consisted of Karina and the girls in the suite across from you. 
You met Karina in middle school and you were forever grateful she had taken pity on you. You were just a lowly girl who couldn’t even divide her fractions properly while Yu Karina was a 13-year-old goddess with the brain of a mathematics genius. 
You decided you loved her when she showed you how to cross multiply in your head. Like without writing it on paper. Who knew you could do that?
She stuck with you and during your senior year of high school, you knew you wanted to live with her in college. 
Move-in day was much harder for you than it was for Karina. You grew up staying in most days, and when you left the house, it was either because you were forced to go to work or your mother wanted a companion while she shopped. 
Karina was different. Over every break, you had to work around her schedule as she always had plans with new people. Her social battery was off the charts while your social time was about an hour. Max. 
So on move-in day, you quietly unpacked your bags and hung your clothes up in your shared closet. You threw your BTS posters on the wall by your bed, making sure Jungkook’s face would be right next to yours while Karina strutted across the hall to introduce herself. 
The girls in the suite scared you at first, but you were always shy around new people. 
Uchinaga Aeri, or Giselle (as she said with a slight British accent for some reason?), opted to shake your hand, which you could only assume was because you were shaking. She told you she was majoring in graphic design but wasn’t sure that’s what she would stick with. 
Kim Minjeong; Winter, was the quietest. She cracked a joke when she shook your hand but Giselle was the only one to laugh. Her intimidating sharp eyes and dark bangs paled in comparison to when she told you she was majoring in aerospace engineering. 
Go women in STEM, you guess.
Ning Yizhuo, who Giselle referred to as Ningning, was the best-dressed freshman person you’d ever met. When she told you she was studying fashion design, you were sure it was because you nervously waved back in your oversized gray sweatpants (Oh my God, was that a ketchup stain on your knee?). 
Needless to say, it wasn’t a good introduction day for you. 
The next day of move-in week, only two days before classes started, you were introduced to their male counterparts. You wished Karina had warned you about it because you only dressed slightly better, but still not well enough to be confident in your choice of clothes. 
Your roommate’s smile widened as she watched your neighbor suite-mates walk closer to your table, with seven, (yes seven!), guys behind them. 
You choked on your Frosted Flakes as they all sat down, introducing themselves at a pace that was way too fast so you were forced to label them K-drama style as you quietly analyzed their actions. 
Canada and Motormouth seemed to have something going on because you caught them staring at each other for way too long. Hot Guy™ hadn’t left your roommate’s side since he sat down and Baby Face kept his headphones on but politely smiled. China 1 ignored your small wave and started eating while China 2 had been introduced as Ningning’s cousin so there was at least one guy you could keep straight. 
The boy you labeled Eyebrows (because his hair was pushed back and damn, his eyebrows looked good) must’ve sensed your panic because in that moment he pushed his tray aside and stuck his hand out, introducing himself as “Na Jaemin, the biomedicine major.”
He probably (rightfully) assumed your gaping fish look was because you found him so attractive, but he didn’t mind. He quietly, as not to embarrass you, pointed out that Canada and Motormouth were Mark Lee and Lee Donghyuk (“But we sometimes call him Haechan,” he grinned at your laugh. “Not sure why.”), Ningning’s cousin was Zhong Chenle and China 1 was Huang Renjun. Baby Face was Park Jisung but to this day you still call him Baby Face, and last but certainly not least, Hot Guy™ was Lee Jeno, Jaemin’s best friend. 
Eventually, Lee Jeno had become a common name in your dorm. As did Jaemin. 
And so one morning you woke up and for some reason, God was telling you that this specific Saturday maybe you shouldn’t walk into your kitchen with no pants and an oversized AC/DC shirt. He had said, “Hey girlboss, maybe make yourself look presentable for your bowl of Rice Krispies this morning!” 
You decided not to go against God’s word; your new friend Mark was very adamant that you listen to all the voices in your head, so you threw on better-looking clothes, washed your face, and put on a little mascara. You threw your door open, ready to blow away Snap, Crackle, and Pop, not expecting to see a newly familiar face in your kitchen. 
Karina gawked at your non-make-up-free morning while Na Jaemin sent you an eye smile and waved. 
According to Karina, he’d been invited over so she could learn more about Jeno but he was more than willing to wake up early to spend the whole day with you two. You were certain that Karina exaggerated the part about him wanting to see you specifically. 
But you were wrong. Oh so wrong. 
After your second double date ish with Karina, Jeno, and Jaemin, the younger had pulled you aside and asked if you enjoyed it. After you enthusiastically said yes, he asked if you wanted to go on another double date, minus the double part. Of course, you repeated yourself. 
A few dates later and Jaemin was officially asking you to be his girlfriend (cringe but squeal), your relationship progressed from there, in more ways than just one. 
You two were literally attached at the hip; one of you was never seen without the other. Schedule changes were made to share classes, dorm arrangements were made to live closer, and both families took a liking to the other. 
(You were beginning to think your grandma liked him more than you. Why? Because she told you. 
“He’s a keeper that one,” She smiled at him playing with your niece from afar while you watched. “My new favorite grandchild.” As if you weren’t literally standing right next to her.) 
Eventually, Jaemin asked you to move in with him at the beginning of junior year and when you tried to politely reject, thinking that continuing to live with Karina would just be easier, that was when your relationship took a turn. 
Everyone assumed you two were okay. On the outside, you still went on your bi-weekly dates and stayed overnight at each other’s dorms every so often, but it was different internally. You found yourself annoyed at little things that Jaemin did (for someone who claimed to be so clean you picked up his dirty socks more often than you’d like to admit) and he found himself arguing with you over little things. 
After a few months of that, Karina found you crying on your side of the dorm room, wishing that you had just moved in with Jaemin when he first asked. She told you that a relationship wasn’t supposed to be this draining. 
So a little after halfway through junior year, you decided enough was enough. After your most recent argument, (was eggshell an appropriate door color? Jaemin said it was too dark of a shade and you thought it looked just fine), you broke up with him. You avoided eye contact and slammed his front door immediately after, not waiting to hear him out. 
The next time you saw him was unfortunately just three days later. It was Jisung’s birthday party and it completely escaped your brain that you two had the same exact friend list. (You really should’ve decided to expand your social circle right then and there.)
You did your best to stay away from him, but Jaemin cornered you in the downstairs half bath, which was an annoyingly tight fit, and calmly explained his feelings. You fought back, blocking out his words and pushing him away from the door, to which he let you win. 
Eventually, you two started talking and hanging out in everyday situations together so when senior year started, you were okay. For the most part. 
You initiated most of the social gatherings in your friend group, which was fine because it meant slowly rebuilding your friendship with Jaemin. You had sent out the mass texts, the arrival times, who would be riding with who. It was a way to talk to him without really talking to him. 
Which is exactly how you found yourself at the Neo Tech Club on a Friday night at 10:43 pm surrounded by flashing lights and this S-named man who wouldn’t leave you alone. 
Who could save you? 
Mark and Donghyuk were off in their own little world, but then again when were they not? Even in the club setting where if the alcohol didn’t make your head throb, the music would, you could still spot them; Mark trying to act like he wasn’t enjoying Donghyuk grasping for his hand. So neither one of them would be helpful. 
Jeno was way too occupied with Karina (making googly eyes. Gross, you thought.) and even if you wanted him, you were afraid he would come on too strong. You remembered when Giselle asked Jeno for help and he raised his voice a little too much, which was mostly due to the fact that he was drunker than anyone else. Not helpful. 
Jisung would’ve been a good option since he was tall and had a deep voice that tended to scare men away, but it always fell apart when he started talking. Jisung hadn’t grasped the idea of “pretend to be my boyfriend to scare this guy away please” so that was another no. 
You couldn’t find Chenle, but it didn’t take an expert to know he was either arguing with Ningning, which would lead to them getting kicked out of the club which HAD happened before, or he would be in some weird dark corner making out with Winter. (Also gross.) 
Renjun was your most likely option but the boy had opted to skip your weekend drinking binge since his internship started in two days, which was a good idea. You had begged him to come with you since, besides yourself, you had deemed him the most responsible. He proved you right when he slammed his door in your face and started blasting Girls Generation so he couldn’t hear you banging on his apartment door. 
You sighed when you realized who your last option was. 
“So do you think I could grab your number?” 
“I’m sorry?” you asked, hoping that this dude would slowly lose confidence in having to repeat himself and just walk away. But yet again men failed you and the bartender shot you a pained expression when he simply asked again. 
He was hot, you’d give him that. A strong jawline, hair done so well it meant he actually put effort into it, and he’d done the sleeve trick where his button-up was just above his elbow to the point where you could have a clear shot of his forearms. 
And while your initial mission of coming out tonight was to get your mind off college, a hookup wasn’t exactly how you had planned to do that. You just wanted to drink, maybe get wasted, and have Karina and Mark tag team to carry you back into your apartment. 
Speaking from experience, it wasn’t a bad way to spend your Friday nights. 
Maybe you could throw this guy off. You only remembered his name started with an S so if you addressed him with a similar-sounding but wrong name, maybe he would get the hint. Just maybe. 
“Look, Seojun–”
The grin on his face told you that somehow you’d accidentally guessed his name right. Shit. You took a deep breath and continued. “You’re really nice. But tonight just isn’t really my night.” 
Hook, line, and– 
“That’s fine.” He definitely had to be taking something right now for him to think that this was leading anywhere. “You can give me your number, and I’ll just call you at a later time.” 
Was he scheduling a doctor’s appointment or what? 
You politely smiled, trying to think of something to say which was clearly the wrong move because this so-called Seojun took it a different way and scooched himself closer. You wanted to inch away because ew, germs but you didn’t want to seem over-the-top rude so you stayed still. 
You felt movement by your elbow and looked up to see that the bartender had slid you a drink, a hopeful distraction from the man. You picked up the glass and swallowed the honey-colored liquid while the person behind the counter stepped in. “Hey, dude–” 
Unfortunately, they cut themselves off, seeing the frustratedly annoyed look on his face. Resting bitch face guys were always a type that appealed to you. Your mother always did say you would be the cause of your own destruction. 
Oh, well. 
“Look, Miyoung–”
That wasn’t even close to your name.  
“Just write down your number and I’ll text you, okay?” Seojun – Kwon Seojun was his name! It hit you after a few moments of concentration – continued talking over the noise but at this point, you weren’t listening. 
“Hey,” for some reason he had the audacity to now grab your wrist in hopes of regaining your attention. Your furrowed eyebrows and downturned lips escaped his view as he kept going on about your phone number. 
At this point you were very close to just telling him that you didn’t have a phone; you communicated like old times and just sent tiny letters tied to pigeons. 
“Hey, babe, sorry for leaving you for so long but you know Hyuck, he just doesn’t stop talking.” Your unfortunate savior slid in between you and Seojun, eying the man up and down. He raised his eyebrow and faked enthusiasm as he asked. “Who’s this?”
“Hi!” You acted, hoping that your smile didn’t come off as too traumatized. You placed your hand on Jaemin’s bicep (which was most definitely not an excuse to feel how buff he was) and gestured your head to the pissed-off-looking man. “This is Sangjun? I’m sorry this music is so loud.” 
Seojun – who was definitely not named Sangjun – grimaced and slapped a paper bill on the counter, sending Jaemin a fake smile as he backtracked. 
“Thanks,” you muttered, quickly removing your arm and sliding at least 6 inches away from the man next to you. You glanced up to see the bartender still watching you. You shot them a smile and they mirrored your expression, moving on to the next customer. 
“No problem.” Jaemin shot down the rest of your drink – a habit he never broke – and let out a chuckle. “I saw you eying Karina earlier but she was too busy sucking Jeno’s face off.” 
“What!?” You gasped and spun around in your chair, making eye contact with Karina’s side profile which, to Jaemin’s words held true, was attached to Jeno. You could feel your jaw slowly dropping when Jaemin bumped your hip, grabbing your attention. “About time, huh?” 
“For real, God,” you whined out. “They’ve been staring at each other since freshman orientation. Can’t believe it took them four years.” 
“Yeah, well, Jeno’s never had my confidence.” 
You chuckled. “With looks like that, he doesn’t really need to.”
“What?” Jaemin asked, turning to you as you matched his fake shocked expression. “What?” 
The staring session lasted a solid 10 seconds before you both smiled, turning back to the bar. 
You were glad that you and Jaemin had broken up amicably-ish. You still felt awkward around him, especially when it was either just the two of you or you were forced to stand close to each other. 
Loud environments like this always tested your patience because it called for you to focus on the man and nothing around you. You sometimes thought Jaemin might be paying all your friends to stay away because there’s no way this should be happening as much as it did. 
You and Jaemin continued talking; you always did enjoy talking to him without the romantic aspect of your relationship kicking in. The music blared, and the neon lights continued to flicker as he leaned closer.
"Hey, wanna grab some fresh air?" Jaemin suggested, his eyes sparkling with an emotion you couldn’t quite read.
You could see Jaemin fight the urge to grab your hand to lead you away, but you stuck to simply following him outside the club. The night air was cool, a welcome relief from the sweaty chaos inside.
You leaned against the wall, trying not to move around too much knowing Ningning would dox you online if anything happened to the dress she let you borrow. Jaemin stood next to you but had moved so that his side was resting against the wall, looking down at you. 
"You know, I'm really glad we're still friends, despite everything."
You turned your gaze away from him; when Jaemin stared you down it always made you nervous. "Me too, Jaem. We've been through a lot together."
He laughed, eyes following yours on the distant city lights. "Remember our argument about the eggshell paint?"
You nodded and bit your lip, not sure if Jaemin should be talking about the argument that led to your breakup, but you added on, "Yeah, and remember your obsession with keeping everything spotlessly clean.”
He playfully nudged your shoulder. "Hey, I was just trying to set some ground rules, okay?" 
Shivering, you shot him an eye smile back, to which he immediately slid off his thin jacket and threw it around your shoulders. 
As time passed, you found yourself feeling more at ease with Jaemin. The awkward tension from the club between you had dissolved, replaced by a sense of familiarity.
Eventually, the club's bass music began to lose its charm (not that it was ever appealing in the first place), and you both decided it was time to head home. Jaemin offered to walk you back to your apartment, and you gladly accepted, knowing that the girls would make it home safely. Chenle literally had a personal driver. 
When you finally reached your building, you paused at the entrance, not entirely sure how to end the night. It wasn’t often that it was only the two of you, usually Jeno and Karina were there with you to ease the tension or crack a joke. 
"Thanks for walking me back," you said, sliding off the jacket he gave you. It didn’t offer much warmth as Jaemin typically went for fashion over comfort but it was a nice gesture nonetheless. 
He pushed the jacket back towards you, clearly trying to contain the smirk on his face, “Keep it. Just gives me an excuse to stop by again later.” 
You sighed and tried to hide your smile at his shamelessness, repeating your words from earlier. “Thanks again.” 
Jaemin smiled warmly. "Anytime. You know I'm just a text away if you ever need anything."
You nodded. "I know, Jaemin"
With a final hug, you said your goodbyes, watching as Jaemin walked into the night. After only a few feet, he turned around and waved, the boyish grin on his face still evident as you waved back and rolled your eyes. 
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pro #2: he does still care about you, which is nice
In a perfect world, a convenience store run at 2 am didn’t seem like such a bad idea. You lived just a few blocks from the nearest one and you were hungry. Like, really hungry. 
It was Friday and, unlike your roommate, you had scheduled classes on the dreaded last day of the week. It was a stupid decision. While Karina got to blow off steam with your friends in the city, you were stuck listening to Professor Yoon drone on and on about microeconomics. 
Boring. 
Another con to Karina being out and about during the day was that no one was there to watch over your eating habits. Of course, when you dated Jaemin he kind of took over, memorizing your schedule and knowing exactly when you should be eating. It was nice. 
So when you broke up, you didn’t have an “I didn’t eat for a week straight” phase because you had Karina. But when she wasn’t at the dorm, you lost all sense of time and just threw yourself into your work. 
Which is how you ended up on Bangtan Street at exactly 2:13 am. 
(When the senior apartments were built, which wasn’t too long ago, the school let the older students pick out the names for the roads. You lived on Exol Avenue while Mark and his friends lived on AGUST Drive.) 
Your micro econ professor assigned a 4-page essay on Monday. Why is studying tax incidence important for determining the equity of a tax system? You really didn’t care so when she reminded you yesterday that it was due tomorrow at midnight, you panicked a little. 
Procrastination was a habit you’d had since you were a child. No amount of promises by your parents of going to the park if you turned in your assignments early could help. You were a last-minute kind of girl and no one could stop you. 
So from 6 pm to about 11:30 pm, you stared into the blue light of your computer as you typed away about equity and the tax system. (Seriously why was economics so boring?) 
You submitted your paper at 11:47 pm and Canvas congratulated you by sending electronic confetti and a panda with a thumbs up. You immediately passed out afterward on Karina’s bed because, for some reason, her side of the room was better for your brain. 
But not your stomach. 
At 1:58, you swore a monster was under her bed as a rumbling sound shook you awake. 
Realistically you knew it was your stomach; Karina’s side was too clean for anything creepy to live there but you refused to believe that your stomach made such a horrid noise. 
You tried to please it by switching your position, turning all the lights off, even moving back to your own bed. Not even the BTS poster on your ceiling could calm down your stomach. She needed to be fed. 
Begrudgingly you walked over to your blue mini fridge and whipped it open, eyes searching for anything, literally anything that could help. You were to no avail when all you saw was a half-empty mustard bottle (gross), two of Karina’s green protein shakes (even grosser), and a quarter-eaten orange (how did that even get there?). 
Your first instinct was to call Karina and yell at her about how if she was going to leave stuff in the fridge, it should at least look appetizing. But you remembered that it was late at night (or early in the morning?) and she was probably asleep. 
Your stomach growled once more and after calmly asking it to shut the fuck up you grabbed a black puffer jacket that had been hanging up and made sure to shove your keys, wallet, and student ID in your pocket, slowly shutting the door behind you. 
Your RA had made it a point at the beginning of the year to make sure everyone slowly closed their doors so as not to cause a disruption, but you knew the real reason. Last year, when Karina had snuck alcohol into your room, you accidentally slammed your door shut. 
The next morning, you were face to face with your RA and some idiot named Hwang Hyunjin who lived a floor above you. He tattled on you like a fifth grader so your RA took matters into their own hands. 
It was the most awkward experience ever, you thought as you pushed the main door open, feeling the cool winter breeze on your face. 
“Fuck,” you muttered, not actually expecting it to be this cold. You had terrible weather perception, as Giselle called it. Someone could say the temperature was 105° and you would think ‘that’s not too hot’ and go outside with pants on. 
Luckily this time you were wearing pants and a jacket, but it was still cold. You should’ve grabbed a hat. If only Karina were here. 
After not even a block away from your dorm, you managed to hear footsteps behind you. As a woman in today’s society, you knew what that meant, so you turned around completely to come face to face with your weirdo. 
You continued walking though because he didn’t stop, but he was super tall and had prepared himself for the weather way better than you. He was wearing all black, a beanie to cover most of his face, and had on snow boots that he could definitely outrun you in. 
You turned back around, not wanting to engage with the man, and slowly started to pick up your pace, not wanting to cause any suspicion. 
There was literally no one else on the street so you mentally went through all your friends to see if you could call anyone for moral support. Or maybe a ride.
Ningning, Chenle, and Renjun were out since they were still in China together, which reminded you to send a text later just to ask how they were doing. Karina and Jeno were also out. You didn’t know what they were doing but you sure didn’t wanna interrupt them. 
Jisung was a maybe, but you always felt bad when you called him at night and he took a few seconds to tiredly whisper “Noona?” into his phone. 
Giselle was on a trip to London to clear her mind before finals (God, you wish) and Winter had mentioned she was staying with Mark and Donghyuck for the night. Their apartment was at least a 15-minute car ride so that wouldn’t be helpful. 
You sighed when you realized who your last option was. Karma had to be messing with you for some reason because it always seemed to come down to this. 
Jaemin was almost always awake this late, which you knew due to the 8 shots of espresso he insisted on always having. Plus his first class never started until 9 so he developed a habit of always trying to go to bed at least before 3:30. 
Looking down at your phone the time read 2:15.
Damn. 
You searched for his contact name and before pressing the phone icon, you looked at the glass building next to you, only to see that the reflection of the man had caught up by quite a few feet. You could see the glowing convenience store sign but still felt unsafe. 
Ring. Ring. 
You held your breath as you advanced into a speedwalk, trying to keep your arms from instinctually going into the mom pose as you tried to keep a steady pace.
Ring. Ring. 
Ok so maybe this was a bad idea. Calling your ex-boyfriend at 2 am because some dude was following you when the store was literally 50 feet away sounded dumber and dumber as your phone finally stopped ringing. 
He didn’t pick up. 
You mentally rolled your eyes at how excited you were getting for him to answer. Karina had been pushing for you two to hang out again (just as friends, she said, but you knew her intentions were anything but) but internally you knew that you should probably just keep your distance and— 
Your phone started vibrating. 
You tried to subtly glance over your shoulder, but spoiler: the man was even closer! So you pressed the green button as quickly as your frozen fingers would let you. 
“Y/n?” He sounded tired. “What’s up?” 
“Uh..” You trailed off, not sure if this was a good idea. You always knew your brain made bad decisions late at night and you were still fighting against the feeling of wanting to see him. 
“Are you okay?” You heard shuffling over the line. You jumped to answer since you weren’t sure how this would escalate. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just – I’m so sorry for waking you up but I wanted some snacks from the store but this dude’s been following me for a while and I didn’t know who to call. Ugh, this is so stupid, never–” 
“Someone’s following you?” Jaemin suddenly sounded a lot more awake and more shuffling was heard. 
“Yeah but, I mean, he might not be following me. Maybe he just wants snacks too.” You tried to joke as you finally reached the doors of the store. You pulled them open and made sure to spot where the cashier was before hiding in the ramen aisle. 
“Y/n..” Jaemin trailed off. “Are you at the one on Bangtan?” 
You almost laughed at the name before mumbling a ‘yes’ into the phone. “But you don’t need to come! I’m sure it’s nothing.” 
“Just stay by the cash register and keep me on the line,” Jaemin muttered something under his breath before you heard keys jangling and a door slam. “What are you doing out this late anyways?” 
“Ah, when I got back to the dorm it was too late to eat and I had a paper to write.” You picked up a bag of chips and pretended to read the ingredients label, noticing the man seemed to be doing the same thing. “I went to sleep after but my stomach woke me up.” 
“I can’t believe you. It’s never too late to eat, okay?” Jaemin sighed over the line and you took note of the way your heart fluttered at his words. 
You nodded, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. It was silent for a few minutes as you grabbed a ramen pack and an apple, tucking them under your arms. You quietly spoke as the man entered your aisle. “Jaem?” 
“Almost there, baby.”
And if not for the creeper who was basically breathing down your neck (seriously, what a weirdo), you would’ve cried at the way the pet name released a zoo in your still-hungry stomach. 
The bell above the front door finally rang and you let out a deep breath when the dude took a step back, turning his attention elsewhere. 
You could see a black head of hair making its way toward you and you grinned when you saw Jaemin. He was still looking for the man so his serious face was on (and damn, did he look good. Or maybe your empty stomach was making you delusional), but he finally spotted you. 
You could tell he was worried, but he tried not to let it show as he calmly made his way over to you. You pushed the ramen and apple further under your arm as he wrapped you in a bear hug, gently kissing the top of your head. 
If only Karina were here to see this. 
“Are you okay?” He asked in a low voice, not wanting to pull attention. 
“Mhm,” You quietly muttered back, not exactly wanting to speak right now. You wrapped your arms tighter around his middle. “Thank you.” 
Jaemin's embrace was a stark contrast to the poorly lit convenience store aisle. You could feel his heartbeat against your cheek as he held you close and you couldn’t tell if your own was speeding up or slowing down.
Jaemin pulled back slightly, his hands loosely resting around your waist as he looked into your eyes. "You sure you're okay now?"
You nodded, managing a small smile. "Yeah, I think that guy left."
He sighed in relief as he scanned the store, his eyes coming back to you as his thumb gently brushed your cheek. "I'm glad you called, Y/n. I worry about you."
You appreciated his concern, but still vocalized your thoughts. “I’m sorry about calling so late, I should’ve just messaged Karina or–” 
Jaemin cut you off, now brushing your hair behind your ear (go away butterflies, please!). “I’ll always come to you if you call.”
The sincerity in his voice seemed to stop your heart for a moment, and when it resumed, you could feel it thumping in your ears. How he always knew what to say was beyond you.
"I appreciate it, Jaemin," you replied softly, looking up at him. "I guess old habits die hard?"
He chuckled, a hint of his playful side returning. "Seems that way. What snacks did you come here for at this ungodly hour?"
You couldn't help but snicker, the tension from earlier disappearing. "Honestly whatever looks good."
You handed Jaemin the ramen pack you had grabbed in a rush, and he sighed, dragging you back down the aisle to find a different one, for some reason. 
Together, you selected a few more snacks from the shelves. Even though the talking between you two was minimal, it felt comfortable, as if you were falling back into your old rhythm.
As you approached the cash register to pay for your snacks, you noticed the cashier giving you both an amused smile. She was an older woman and you watched her eyes follow the way Jaemin carried everything, paid for everything, and bagged everything. 
“Have a good night, you two.” Her melodic voice rang out, your upper lip twitching at her undertone. 
It seemed that everyone around you was able to read your friend to boyfriend to exes to sort of friends situation. You pondered the thought as you walked home, Jaemin not helping your brain as he was still carrying all your bags. 
As you finally reached your apartment, you turned to Jaemin with a genuine smile. "Thanks again, Jaem. I don't know what I would have done without you."
He grinned, the bags now in your arms which gave him the opportunity to ruffle your hair playfully. "Anytime, Y/n. Just remember to eat at more reasonable hours, okay?"
You chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. "I'll try my best. Goodnight, Jaemin."
"Goodnight, Y/n," he replied, watching you enter the building before he headed back to his own dorm. 
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pro #3: he saves you from annoying car guys, who charge WAY too much
“Look, it’s not even going to be that expensive. Like $30 max.” Karina’s voice rang through your phone. 
You adjusted the way you were positioned, crossing one leg over the other and sitting on your free hand, not caring who was judging you. “Really? Because that’s what Mark said last time and I ended up paying $2,500.” 
“Okay, to be fair, we all knew replacing an engine would cost a lot.” Karina laughed and tried to reason. “Plus why would you ever listen to Mark? He can barely even drive.” 
You shrugged your shoulders in exasperation, even though you knew your roommate couldn’t see you. “Yeah, I guess.” 
“Y/n, I promise you’re gonna be fine. If they try to overcharge, just text me SOS or something and I’ll come up with a plan.” 
“A plan?” You questioned, imagining an Avengers-style scenario in your head with Karina swooping down from the ceiling and demanding that your oil change be free. 
“Just–” She sighed. “I know that you have a hard time saying no so don’t let them charge you anything over $50. Just stall and I’ll handle it.” 
“Alrighty then.” Still very unsure of what she meant, you muttered a ‘gotta go’ into your phone before pressing the red hang-up button. 
There were quite a few people in the lobby which meant it would be a while before you were called so you settled for scrolling through Instagram for a little, catching up on your friends’ lives. 
onyourm_ark’s story was an oddly aesthetic picture of his gaming setup with, you guessed it, haechanahceah tagged in the chair to his right. The next time you saw Mark in person, you swore you were going to ask what was up with them. 
Tapping onto the next story, you saw imnotningning, kh1000le, and yellow_3to3 posing in front of a statue. You weren’t sure what the artwork was, but Ningning had tagged Shanghai as their location so you knew it was a part of their China trip. Chenle managed to drag his cousin and best friend to their home country for a vacation to his hometown. You were offended you weren’t offered an invite but Renjun calmly reminded you that you didn’t know Chinese. 
Skipping the next few stories you stopped on imwinter. It was an upload of her most recent post so you clicked on it, instantly liking the post. You swiped through the pictures where she had tagged aerichandesu, figuratively drooling at the sight of your best friends. The pictures were from the club a few nights ago and they both looked amazing. 
You commented a sarcastic “wow take this down🔥🔥🔥” as well as a genuine “DAMN SHAWTY BAE” and an even more serious “i dropped the keys to my lambo in front of my mansion marry me”. 
You stopped on the second to last picture, a group picture of you all. You zoomed in on yourself, and after analyzing how wrong the dress was for you (literally why did Karina let you out of the dorm like that) you focused on who was tagged next to you. 
na.jaemin0813 was to the right of you, of course, staring blankly into the camera with a smile on his face. After knowing him for so long, you knew when he was faking. Since he was on the end, his left arm hung next to his side but you zoomed in more. His right arm was halfway between by his side and reaching out for you. 
You swiped to the last picture, a candid group shot, and bit your bottom lip. Only a few of you were looking at the camera, you included. Before analyzing your ex, you clicked your tongue at how you looked. Posed, the dress looked weird. Candidly though, the dress was short enough for a peek of your ass and low enough for a bit of boob, but nothing too revealing overall. 
Maybe Karina was smarter than she looked. 
You then moved both fingers to the right, looking at Jaemin. The time his hand looked comfortable around your waist as his head was slightly turned towards you. It was a genuine Na smile. You took a screenshot and sent it to Karina. 
yn wtf  rina can we please focus on ur car and NOT ur ex  yn ok but like  yn do u see him  rina girl  rina car  rina now. 
You rolled your eyes. Karina was only worried about your car only because she didn’t have one. You could psychoanalyze Jaemin later, right now you needed to focus on how you were supposed to get her to Jeno’s later tonight. 
“Y/n L/n.”
You looked up and saw the receptionist rudely staring at you as if he didn’t just literally call your name a second ago. Patience, much? You swung your purse around and walked towards the counter. 
you reception looks like a bitch  rina gl🫡
“Alright so here’s your papers,” The middle-aged man shoved the paper into your arms as soon as you walked up, barely giving you any time to look over the numbers. “And you came in just for the oil change right?” 
“Yes, sir.” You nodded back, trying not to sound nervous in front of the receptionist – Daesong is what his name tag read. A smiley face was drawn after but he didn’t seem very smiley to you.
For probably about two minutes he sat there, typing into his computer as you read the incredibly exciting business cards that sat on his desk. You had shoved the papers into your bag in a panicked state but now were too embarrassed to get them back out to look at. 
“Okay,” He said, dragging out the y sound. Turning to face you, he clasped his hands together. “That’ll be $75.” 
“For.. an oil change?” You stuttered out, hoping your eyes weren’t too wide at his words. He raised an eyebrow and you dug for the crumbled papers. Screw embarrassment, what did he just say? 
2004 Toyota Corolla, oil change  –  $75 total  
You felt your eye unintentionally twitch as the high double digits stared back at you, right into your soul. The receptionist pushed the brand-new card reader closer to you across the counter. 
“I thought an oil change was, like, $30 max.” You repeated Karina’s words with as much confidence as you could muster, hoping that maybe he would back down. 
Apparently, it didn’t work. 
“Well, sweetheart,” Whoop, whoop! Here comes the mansplaining police. “You have a fairly older car so the change took a little more work than the mechanics originally thought.” 
You faltered, knowing he must’ve been wrong. “But I got it changed 5 months ago...” 
He raised his eyebrow, the slight cockiness in his smile only growing as he tapped the card reader once more. The flashing number bored itself into your head and you momentarily mourned a devastating loss to your bank account when you heard an annoyingly familiar voice. 
“Hey, babe, don’t worry I got this one.” 
You and the idiot Daesong whipped your heads around at the same time, sighing together. 
Na Jaemin calmly walked over to the receptionist’s desk and stood right next to you, placing his hands on your hips from behind and leaning over your shoulder. 
The number of times your ex-boyfriend has pretended to be your current boyfriend was astounding. 
Jaemin fished through the back pocket of his pants to grab his wallet (which only then reminded you to look at was he was wearing. It was a typical Jaemin look; a jean jacket with a large white T-shirt and skinny jeans. He topped it off with a pair of sunglasses hanging off his shirt and a backward baseball cap. Damn him for knowing your weaknesses were thighs and exposed eyebrows.) 
He then pretended, which he was getting annoyingly good at, to look at the $75 charge that was displayed on the card reader. He seemed genuinely confused for a second as he pulled himself away from you and made eye contact. “You just had an oil change?” 
You didn’t trust yourself to speak, not when he had snuck one of his fingers from his free hand through one of the belt loops on your jeans. You nodded, thinking what the hell was wrong with him? 
“So can I ask why the charge is $75?” Jaemin passive-aggressively asked. The receptionist stayed unbothered as he lazily clicked through his computer. “Like I told your girlfriend, it’s an old car so it took extra work.” 
“Ah,” Jaemin smiled down at you, all a part of an act, you reminded yourself. “So she just asked for an oil change but your mechanics took it upon themselves to do extra work free of charge. Gosh, that is so nice.” 
“Sir–” The receptionist tried to butt in, but ultimately failed as Jaemin cut him off. “Because on your website it says oil changes are $30.” 
Silence. 
Go ex-boyfriend, you cheered in your head. 
The receptionist sighed, heavily too so that you knew he was annoyed, and clicked away at his keyboard until the card reader flashed the number 30 at you. You tried to smile at him but he grunted and pushed the machine closer. 
You frowned, but reached for your purse when you heard a beep! and Mr. Daesong pulled the small reader back. A short piece of paper printed out and he ripped it off, forcing it towards you as he mumbled, “Have a good day, see you next time.”
Before you knew it you were being pushed out of the store and felt the sun’s rays on your skin. For some reason, the auto shop seemed to have taken away all the light, like Dementors from Harry Potter or something. Or maybe it was just that your receptionist was really rude. 
“God, people like that are so frustrating.” Jaemin kicked at a rock on the ground, continuing to walk towards your car. “Thinking they can charge people whatever they want, just because they don’t know about cars.” 
“Jaemin.” You called, failing to get his attention. He continued. “It’s bad enough that he probably gets away with it too. Imagine where else he pulls shit like that.” 
“Jaemin.” You said a little louder this time, his head flying in your direction. “What?” 
“Um,” You re-entered the turtle state from about five minutes ago, tucking your head into your shoulders with a quieter voice. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, but what are you doing here?” 
“Karina said you had an emergency.” His statement came out more like a question, a question you knew exactly the answer to. You sighed for what seemed to be the nth time that day. “Of course she did.”
“What?” Jaemin’s straight face broke into a small smile. “What am I missing?” 
“Nothing.” You shook your head, knowing your dumbass roommate was trying to set you up with your ex-boyfriend. Ironic. “I’ll just Venmo you $30 when I get back. Again thank you so much but you really didn’t need to–” 
“No, hey,” Jaemin almost seemed frantic as he cut you off. “I think Jeno’s in the area. How about I pick him up and you get Karina and we can go somewhere for lunch?” 
You raised an eyebrow. “Jaemin, it’s 4 pm.” 
“Early dinner?” He shrugged his shoulders, pulling out his puppy dog eyes. You bit your lip, unable to resist. “Fine.” 
He let out a small “yay” and raced to his car, throwing it into reverse and zooming out of the parking lot faster than you’d ever seen. 
“Hey Siri, call Karina.” You spoke into your phone as you slowly buckled your seatbelt. The line rang a few times as you pulled out, hitting the road when she finally answered. “What’s up?” 
“We’re getting dinner with Jaemin and Jeno.” You flatly replied, flipping on your blinker as her voice rose higher. “At this hour?” 
“Please, Karina,” You rolled your eyes. “As if you didn’t tell Jaemin to ‘save me’, which I didn’t need by the way. He pretended to be my boyfriend, again, and that’s not what I need right now. So don’t–” 
“Wait, again?” 
“So don’t act as if you didn’t already know this was happening. You’re probably already ready, right?” You asked, ignoring the pretend boyfriend part. 
Dejectedly, she answered. “Yeah, I am.” 
“That’s what I thought.” You rolled up to your dorm complex and said one last thing before hanging up. “I’m here.” 
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con #1: people always assume you’re over him (you’re not)
“Dude, that girl has been eying me weirdly ever since we sat down.” You muttered as you looked over the top of your laptop, trying to spy on the brunette girl who was doing an awful job at trying to subtlety glance at you. 
Karina whipped her head around and gave the girl a full frontal glare, to which you panicked and tossed your straw wrapper at her. “What the hell?” 
She shrugged her shoulders, eyes wide at your actions. “What? I didn’t know which girl you were talking about.”
“So you decide to just look? Karina, who are you?” You pushed your glasses further up your nose as you glanced back down to your barely started Google Doc. “You can’t just stare at people!”
Your econ professor had decided to assign yet another essay (God, would she ever just stop?), but this time you were allowed to pick your topic of discussion. You were absolutely stumped and after throwing a fit in your dorm room, Karina wanted you out. 
But, in addition to Karina whining about your procrastination habits, your downstairs neighbor knocked on your door and aggressively asked you to turn down your music. Who was Shin Ryujin to tell you to turn off your crying music? Karina dragged you to the nearest cafe before you could start a fight with her. 
You two sat down without ordering anything – Karina said to write three paragraphs and then we’ll see – but you were too busy hunched over trying to stare at the girl who was staring at you. 
She was cute, anyone could see. She was wearing a pink sweater vest over a button-down and a jean skirt. The white Mary Janes on her feet matched the white headband in her hair and you frowned at your jeans and baggy sweatshirt combo. 
She wasn’t staring at you like she was upset or frustrated, more just curious. You had no idea what the petite brunette would want with you. 
“Choi Jisu.” 
You frowned as you broke away from your staring match with the girl. “Huh?” 
This time Karina decided to be discreet and gesture with her head. “The girl you’ve been making googly eyes at this whole time.” 
“I have not!” You defended yourself, stuttering to hold your position. “She stared at me first.” 
“Yeah, okay.” Karina rolled her eyes. “Her name is Choi Jisu, but she goes by Lia. She lived in Canada for a while and no, she doesn’t know Mark. She’s majoring in graphic design with Giselle but she has a few fashion design classes with Ningning. She’s super sweet but she’s friends with Ryujin.” 
“Thanks for her entire life story, weirdo.” You teased Karina. “But just because she’s friends with our annoying downstairs roommate doesn’t mean anything.” 
“Mhm.” Karina’s eyes lowered back down to her book. 
Sure, maybe you had a history of judging people. But your mom always said you are who you hang out with so if this alleged Lia Choi girl decided to hang out with tattletales who lived downstairs then so be it. 
“God, she’s still looking at me.” You muttered, still not sure why the Canadian graphic design major would be watching you. 
“Maybe she’s in love with you.” 
Not helpful. 
“Or maybe she’s wondering why you came to the cafe that your ex-boyfriend works at.” 
Super unhelpful. 
You pointed an accusatory finger at your roommate, jaw dropped at the smile on her face. “You dragged me here!”
“Did I?” She raised an eyebrow. You hated it when she played this game with you. “Yes, you did!” 
“I did no such thing.” She faked a gasp but continued messing with her phone. “You were the one who complained when we walked to Starbucks and said that you would’ve preferred the Dream Cafe.” 
“What!” You almost yelled. The guys next to you turned their heads around to glare at you but hello! Your roommate was gaslighting you. “The ambiance is better here anyways.” 
“Sure. Also, Lia’s coming over this way.” 
Your head snapped up towards your roommate and behind her shining black hair, you could see the fashionable senior making her way toward your small table in the back. You picked it out for the sole purpose of this not happening. 
You cowered closer behind your computer. “What do I do?” 
“Not that!” Karina softly yelled, wanting you to seem like you at least knew how to talk to people and didn’t turn into a hermit at the sight of them. 
Lia stopped at your table and offered such a cute smile you couldn’t help but smile back. “Hi, Y/n. Karina.” 
“Hi, Lia.” Karina gave a small wave and kicked your shin to make sure you were focused. “What brings you around?” 
“Oh, I was just studying with my friends.” She stepped aside so you could get a glimpse of who she surrounded herself with. 
Hwang Yeji, a math education major who intimidated you with her sharp eyes and flowy hair. Also twin sister of Hwang Hyunjin, the other narc who constantly ratted you out to your RA. 
Next to her was Shin Ryujin, an undecided major who was already staring at you and Karina. You had to admit that she was gorgeous, but that didn’t mean you weren’t afraid to talk badly about her. 
Lee Chaeryoung, a dance major, and Shin Yuna, a literature major, who you didn’t know much about. 
All the girls (save for Ryujin) waved back at you, almost as if it were planned. 
“Anyways,” You and Karina looked back to Lia as she continued talking. “Y/n, I have a question for you.” 
Karina raised her eyebrows and simply went back to her book. It was unexpected since you were sure she’d want to talk to Karina. It seemed as if they already knew each other, plus your roommate was very friendly with everyone. 
You slowly closed your computer to show you were focused, wanting to leave a good impression on the cute girl. “Sure, what’s up?” 
“Well,” She fiddled with her fingers and avoided eye contact. “You’re friends with Na Jaemin, right?” 
You couldn’t stop the confused ‘uhh’ that left your mouth until Karina kicked you again, harder this time and that was when you regained your composure. “Um, friends, sure yeah.” 
Lia’s cheeks bloomed into a bright red color and you bit your tongue as you knew what question was coming. “Do you think, maybe you can give me his number? If not, that’s okay! I totally understand!” 
While she continued dancing around with her words, you glanced at Karina who shrugged her shoulders, a way of saying ‘it’s up to you’. 
You definitely wanted to say no, so you tried to play it off as a confused friend. “You do know he’s right over there, right?” 
As if in a movie, all three of you turned to the coffee bar to see your ex-boyfriend and his best friend taking orders. And as if he knew you were looking, Jaemin turned to look at you all and he shot a smile. Lia’s small squeal said he was looking at her but Karina’s obvious smirk said he was looking at you. 
“Hey, Lia,” You decided to compromise. “Jaemin doesn’t usually reply to people he doesn’t know over text so I can give you his snap if that works.”
She grinned at you and anxiously typed in his username, hitting the purple ‘add’ button. She thanked you profusely and even bowed before skipping back over to her table where Yeji patted her on the back and Yuna pushed her muffin closer to the girl. 
You ignored Karina’s death stare and went back to your computer, not missing the way her chair scraped against the floor as she went to order for you both. You typed out maybe three cohesive sentences before thinking a break was due. 
After a few minutes, Karina sat back down across from you and closed your computer. “What was that?” 
“What?” You stared back, not wanting to give in to the green-eyed monster slowly creeping toward you. 
“Really?” Karina sat back in her chair, crossing her legs and putting her elbows on the table. She knew the position intimidated you. “He doesn’t reply to texts? You know you can just say no, right?” 
You let out a sigh and started to mess with a napkin. “But that’s so awkward. I had to give her something.” 
“No, you didn’t! You didn’t have to give her anything.” Karina started, her dark eyes boring into yours. Maybe she should work in the intimidation unit for the CIA. “It’s okay to want–”
“No. It’s not.” You stopped her with a simple wave of your hand. “I can’t believe I haven’t cut him out yet.”
“Y/n,” Karina lowered her voice so none of the eavesdroppers around could hear you. College kids were big gossipers. “It’s not a bad thing to be friends with your ex. It’s healthy.” 
You shook your head, glancing over to the unsuspecting boy. “Not when he’s still in love with you.” 
Karina raised her eyebrows and let out a noise of confusion. Obviously, you had just dropped new information on her. 
“Karina, please,” You rolled your eyes. “I’m not stupid. I’ve seen the way he looks at me. The way his actions differ around me. It has to be unhealthy that we still see each other so often. I need to just let–”
“Shut up.” Karina suddenly commanded, kicking your shin for the third time. “Jesus,” you muttered under your breath, rubbing your leg and seeing where her eyes went. 
You looked towards the coffee bar to see the man in question walking over toward you with two cups in his hands, balancing a plate on his left forearm. If you weren’t so stunned, you would’ve seen the annoyed look Karina threw Jeno and the way he mouthed ‘I couldn’t stop him’. 
“Ladies,” he grinned as he set everything down on the table. “How are you today?” 
You were fully aware he meant ‘you’ in a way that was directed towards both you and Karina but for some reason, it seemed he was only looking at you. You reached for the cup, bringing it closer to your face. “Fine, Jaemin, and you?” 
“I’m good.” His smile widened as he ran a hand through his dark hair. “What was up with that girl, though?” 
Karina bit back a smile. “Lia Choi? She asked Y/n for your number.” 
Jaemin’s eyes shot over to you and you couldn’t stop your foot as it followed a forward motion, swiftly making contact with Karina’s shin. Payback, bitch you thought. 
“Oh. Did you–uh, give it to her?” Jaemin carefully asked and you took note of the way his fingers interlaced with each other and he started to shuffle in place. 
“No,” You spoke over your mug, watching how he let out a relieved breath of air. “But I did give her your snap. She’s cute.” 
Jaemin gave you a look you could only describe as zoning out before looking over to Lia, whose eyes widened and turned into smiles. He sent her a curt nod and glanced back at you, to where you were trying to make yourself seem busy. 
This coffee mug sure is interesting. 
“Cool,” he muttered before giving you both the same nod he gave to Lia and slowly walking away. 
This time you saw Karina and Jeno’s interaction. 
Jeno raised an eyebrow at his friend’s poor reaction to the situation and mouthed a simple ‘what the fuck?’, to which Karina rolled her eyes, mouthed back ‘your fault’, and promptly flipped him off. 
You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped your lips. 
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con #2: he always tries to save you, even from your own friends 
“Where’s Jimmy?” The smaller girl muttered into your shoulder, unable to communicate what she actually wanted. You yelled back over the heavy base music, trying to hold back your laughter. “Jimmy? Who?” 
“Jimjim! Minjim!” She tried to scream back, unaware of how quiet her voice actually was. “Jimim!” 
“Okay!” You pushed yourself off the dusty yellow couch, pulling Ningning up with you. You were now aware that she wanted Karina, Yu Karina, and not her foreign art design professor Jimmy Tanaka. You threw the girl in front of you, keeping your hands on her waist as you guided her to the kitchen. 
You had to swat a few solo cups out of the way; could people not tell that she was so clearly drunk? Sometimes the common sense that frat boys seemed to not have surprised you.  
This time, Giselle had dragged everyone (and yes, I mean everyone) to the Sigma Kappa Zeta party. 
The house was nice and someone had clearly put effort into the interior design of the place, but that was only visible during daylight. Currently, you would have to fight through sweaty bodies to even make it through the front door. 
Speaking of which, it was being guarded by some sophomore who demanded that you show him an invitation to get in. You argued back, saying physical invitations were so Bridgerton but he insisted. 
Eventually, Winter spotted Kim Jungwoo in the mix, a boy she shared an algebra class with freshman year. He pushed past the sophomore and dragged all three of you into the house. 
The boy shouted that the invitation had to be from an SKZ brother but Jungwoo practically lived at every frat on campus, which meant he attended every party. 
You tended to be okay when it came to these frat parties. And if not for the fact that you had literally run into Ryujin twice – make that three times as you apologized for a flailing Ningning – you might be enjoying yourself a little more. 
You finally reached the kitchen, sitting Ningning down on the counter and handing her a cup of water, telling her it was a magical vodka that could make her feel better. She seemed to believe you and tossed the drink back, causing you to immediately refill it. 
Spotting exactly the person you wanted to, you shoved your way through the crowd of bodies. You said hi to a few people you knew before grabbing Ningning’s cousin. 
“Chenle, can you watch her while I find Karina?” You desperately pleaded, trying to ignore the way he rolled his eyes and scoffed. “I’m not her babysitter.” 
“It’ll literally be like 30 seconds, you blockhead.” You blinked, wondering how he couldn’t see the scene unfolding in front of him. Chenle rolled his eyes again, what a bitch, before refilling Ningning’s cup with water. 
Forcing a smile at the boy, you ventured out back into the land of wild beasts, a great many sights waiting for you out on the SKZ floor. 
You spotted Yang Jeongin making out with someone while Seo Changbin was on the other side punching someone else. You saw Huh Yunjin on the dance floor, throwing it back and Kim Chaewon was screaming at the top of her lungs, but no one was listening. 
You finally spotted your best friend and forced yourself to hold down your lunch. 
She was sitting sideways in Jeno’s lap, laughing at something he said. Her eyes were screwed shut but her smile was so wide and Jeno stared at her in a way where he seemed like he was drunk, but you knew him well enough to know he was sober. 
You groaned before walking closer and putting your face right next to hers. “Ningning needs you.”
Karina’s head whipped around to you. Being the oldest (and tallest, which Winter argued had nothing to do with leadership qualities because face it, it didn’t), Karina had given herself the designated leader position. Whatever you needed, she’d be there for you. A study buddy late at night, a breakfast date early in the morning, anything you needed and Karina was ready. 
“Where is she?”
“Kitchen.” You answered, trying not to frown at the way she stood up and dragged Jeno with her. 
Their hands stayed laced together as Karina pushed through the crowd and you found yourself ‘aww’ing at the way he would go anywhere with her. You immediately dropped your smile and sighed out loud. 
Love was gross. And icky. 
You decided to go to the bathroom. Maybe being in there would mean you could throw up all your mushy feelings, but really it was because you needed to pee. And someone to talk to. You could always find someone you knew in the bathroom line. 
I guess befriending fellow small bladdered people was a good idea. 
You slowly pushed your way up the stairs to where you knew a bathroom was. 
The old president, Chris Bang, was nice enough to let you use any of the bathrooms on the first floor. The new president, Kim Seungmin, was kind of a bitch. He said for lower-level entry you either needed to be an SKZ brother – or an Iota Zeta Upsilon sister. Lucky for Ryujin, she was in IZY – or you could pay a $5 down payment and add $1 every time you had to use the bathroom. 
Fuck that, you needed your money. And you also didn’t carry cash with you. 
Which is how you found yourself climbing the dreaded stairs for the third time that night, stepping over sleeping bodies (“Oh, hey Lee Heeseung!” You waved at the zonked-out raved-haired boy) and couples making out. (“Hi, Giselle, Choi San.” You did a double-take. “Giselle!?”) 
You finally found the bathroom line and stood with your back against the wall. There were about seven people ahead of you and judging by the state of them, it might take a while. You pulled out your phone and saw you had a missed call from Jeno and Karina, followed by texts from the latter. 
rina cant find ning  rina nvm  rina jen found her  rina 🥹🥹 
Groaning at the romance your best friend was experiencing (trust me you were happy for her), you liked her message and found yourself going through Snapchat, seeing different angles of the party you were at. 
Apparently, Winter set a new record for how many ping pong shots you could make consecutively while the freshly graduated Park Seonghwa made his triumphant return by jumping into the freezing cold pool. 
You continued swiping through until you heard someone call your name. You looked up and made immediate eye contact with Liu Yangyang. 
“Yangyang?” You questioned, even though you very obviously knew it was him. His smile widened as he walked closer and your jaw slowly fell. “Did you dye your hair?” 
“Yeah,” he grinned, shaking his head out. “You like?” 
Okay so maybe you were a little drunk. You’d had a few sips from Ningning’s cup and you came to that conclusion when you simply stuck your hand out and started running your fingers through his pink locks. “Are you kidding? It looks great!” 
“Ah, thanks,” He nervously rubbed his neck and if you were a little more sober, you would’ve seen the flush on his cheeks. “Dejun said it looked kinda girly.” 
“Don’t listen to him. I liked the blond but this is really good.” You smiled and shut your phone off, sliding it into your back pocket. 
Yangyang opened his mouth to say something else but in that instant, God decided to give you your Wattpad moment when someone pushed behind Yangyang to make it to the bathroom. 
The girl in front of you simply fell over at the motion but Yangyang instantly flew onto you, a screech leaving your lips as he effectively stopped himself from crushing you. 
You tried not to laugh when his face flared up, realizing both his hands were against the wall next to your head. He said something, but you couldn’t hear as someone (read: probably Seungmin) turned up the music. You tilted your head in confusion. 
Yangyang brought his face closer to yours, his cheek essentially touching yours. “I’m so so sorry. I didn’t know that was gonna happen and–” 
“Yangyang,” You cut him off through a laugh. “It’s okay. Just, back up a little.” 
Your hands found his chest as you tried to push him back, but the boy in front of you wasn’t budging. You could feel his body heat as your hands remained in their position. 
Yangyang’s head turned and yours moved around him to see why he couldn’t move. Of course, you rolled your eyes. The boys from Alpha Tau Zeta had piled up behind him. You spotted San in the mix and wondered where Giselle had run off to. 
From their state, which meant Jung Wooyoung sending you a silly wave, you could deduce that they weren’t leaving anytime soon. While Yangyang continued apologizing, you pushed one of his arms down from the wall and started to fan yourself. 
You eventually managed to move the boy so he was next to you, but the small hallway provided little to no space so Yangyang dropped one arm to his side while the other remained against the wall, his elbow essentially resting above your head. 
If you weren’t slightly tipsy, if you weren’t in the SKZ frat house, and if a very drunk Song Mingi wasn’t giggling his head off in front of you, you might’ve blushed. 
Not to say that you had a crush on the boy, but ever since you broke up with Jaemin, Yangyang was the first totally normal boy to seem to have feelings for you. You’d already rejected him once, under the guise of ‘I’m not ready now, but ask me again in a few months’. 
Well, it had been a few months. 
And while Karina kept pushing her Y/n–Jaemin agenda, Winter pulled you aside one day and said “You’ll find someone who makes you feel the way he did. And you should give them a chance.” 
And Yangyang might not’ve been that ‘someone’ he at least didn’t try to demand your phone number at the club or stalk you to a 7/11 at 2 am. 
But before Yangyang could get another word out, he was forcefully pushed aside and you felt a hand grab your forearm, dragging you downstairs. You tried to step over the ATZ guys, and maybe accidentally kicked Wooyoung in the head (“Sorry!” You yelled behind you), and you flew back down the stairs, waving to Heeseung again, who seemed to be fully conscious this time. 
You finally reached the bottom of the stairs and while you couldn’t see your perpetrator, a quick “Hey, Jaemin!” was thrown in your direction by the ever-so-quiet Donghyuck, you eventually pieced together who had grabbed you. 
Stumbling into the backyard, your hand reached your own chest to try and slow down your heart. So much had just happened and combined with the minimal alcohol you’d drank, you were sure your head was on the verge of exploding. 
“Are you okay?” Jaemin asked, his eyes wide as his hands grabbed your shoulders to look you over. 
“Yes..” You trailed off, confused by this sudden protective act. “Are you okay?” 
“Am I okay!?” Jaemin exasperatedly asked as he ran both hands through his hair, speaking as if it were obvious, “That guy was all over you!” 
You tilted your head in confusion. Even though Jaemin clearly had the wrong idea, from the angle that he must’ve spotted you he should have noticed that that guy was trying to keep his distance and you were pushing away. 
But who’s to stop your curious tendencies as you furrowed your eyebrows. “Jaem, we were pretty far apart. But it was a crowded hallway and some girl pushed him onto me.” 
“Okay,” Jaemin nodded but avoided eye contact and sounded unsure. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” 
You then decided, hey this might be a good time to test his limits! To push to see how far he can go. To really investigate why Na Jaemin acts the way he does (because Lord knows you’ve been asking this question for years). 
“Where’s this coming from?” 
Jaemin finally met your eyes and you could see too many thoughts running through his mind. You bit your bottom lip as he made a noise of confusion, pushing you to continue. “I just mean that if, say Jeno, had been in that guy’s place, you probably wouldn’t have done anything.” 
“Well, yeah but–” He started but you shot him down. “Why? Why is Jeno different from him?” 
“Because I know Jeno.” Jaemin wanted to continue but you, yet again, effectively cut him off. “And I know Yangyang. What’s the difference?” 
You two had a staring contest for a solid 15 seconds before Jaemin had to blink, effectively making you the winner. He took a few steps back, gathering his thoughts as you pulled your jacket tighter around yourself. 
After maybe three minutes, Jaemin looked back up.
“Do you like him?” He asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the white, Greek-styled column. You decided to play dumb, wanting to see what your ex was really trying to get at. “Huh?” 
“Y/n,” Jaemin took a step forward, each word seeming like its own sentence. “Do you like him?” 
You shook your head and quietly scoffed. “Does it matter?” 
“Just answer the damn question.” Jaemin retaliated, but you weren’t backing down. “No, you answer mine.”
He turned away from you and sighed. You could tell he was exasperated; this was the point in an argument where Jaemin would get frustrated because he knew you knew what he was talking about, but he just really didn’t wanna say it. 
Then, in the next moment, you had to bite back a laugh because you’ll never guess who flung themselves out the front door to find you. 
(I mean, you could probably guess, but for the sake of the story, pretend it’s a shocker.) 
“Yang!” You called out, noticing the boy’s head spinning at an unruly pace. 
He grinned when he saw you, eyes quickly scanning up and down your body just to make sure you weren’t hurt. “Are you okay?” 
Your own eyes widened in amusement as you felt a weird sense of deja vu at his words. You nodded as confirmation and Yangyang couldn’t stop smiling. A throat was cleared from behind the boy and Yangyang stepped back so you could finally see Jaemin again. 
To anyone around (read: Yangyang), Jaemin’s resting face was seen as bored, bitchy. No thoughts behind his eyes. But you knew what his face was saying. ‘Are you serious?’ 
You bit your tongue, knowing what you had to do. You could hear Karina’s voice taunting you about your feelings for Jaemin as you gestured your head and introduced him to Yangyang. The pink-haired boy just nodded back, “I know. We had a dance class together.” 
And by the look on Jaemin’s face, you could tell he felt slightly bad for not remembering that but was still upset with the boy nonetheless. 
“Good,” You clapped your hands together. One reached out to grab Yangyang’s forearm, just to grab his attention again. “It was really nice to see you, Yangyang, but Jaem and I are gonna head back in to find our friends.” 
He smiled back, eyes bouncing between the hand that Jaemin used to start tugging on your jacket and your attempt at a neutral expression. “Alright. See you later.” 
“See you later!” You called over your shoulder at Yangyang, his smile catching onto you. Walking back into the crowd of people, you could hear Jaemin from behind you muttering under his breath. “See you later?”
The party continued on as you and Jaemin made your way through the crowded house in search of your friends. The music was still deafening as usual, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and the dim lighting casting an odd glow over the people.
It reminded you that you really were still in college. 
As you walked in, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Seeing Yangyang again stirred something within you, a reminder of the possible (ish) feelings you felt for the boy and the unresolved questions that lingered between you and Jaemin.
Jaemin, on the other hand, seemed lost in his own thoughts. He was a few steps ahead of you, his brows furrowed, and his lips pursed. It was clear that the encounter with Yangyang had left him uncertain.
You decided to break the silence, hoping to ease the tension as you tugged on the back of his shirt, effectively slowing the boy down. "So, dance class with Yangyang, huh?"
Jaemin glanced back at you, his expression softening slightly. "Yeah, back in freshman year. You know we were required to take an elective and dance seemed interesting."
You couldn't help but smile at the image of Jaemin taking a dance class. You knew that Jaemin had hobbies but it wasn’t often that he actually indulged in them, so hearing about it was nice. 
"That's cool," you replied. "I didn't know you were, like, actually into dancing."
Jaemin shrugged, his shoulders relaxing a bit as he fell into step with you. "It was a one–time thing, really. I've always been more focused on my major."
You nodded in understanding, knowing how driven Jaemin had always been when it came to his studies. It was one of the things that had initially attracted you to him, you remembered. 
Eventually, you spotted Karina and Jeno in a corner of the living room, engrossed in their own world as they chatted and laughed with your friends surrounding them. You lightly tapped Jaemin’s forearm to get his attention.
"There they are," you said with a smile, Jaemin following your gaze. 
You both made your way over to your friends, and Karina's face lit up when she saw you. She pulled you into a tight hug, and you could tell from the way she held on that she was a little tipsy.
"Y/n! There you are!" Karina exclaimed. "I was so worried about you. Jeno and I couldn't find you."
Knowing that Karina’s memory was the first thing affected when she drank, you laughed. "Ah, Yangyang helped me out. And look who I found."
Karina's eyes widened in surprise at Yangyang’s name, and she grinned, taking in all the information you hadn’t said. "Jaemin!"
Jaemin smiled back at her, though there was a look of frustration on his face. "Hi, Karina."
The girl very obviously raised her eyebrows at you, to which Jeno immediately doubled over in laughter as you dragged her by the forearm to get some water before she would say something she didn’t mean. 
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con #3: your friends talk about your relationship as if it never ended. in front of you
It’s rare that all of your friends are able to find a time to meet up that works for all of them. 
With none of you sharing a major (or a minor, for that matter) and living in completely different buildings, it was like an extreme sport trying to figure out a time for all of you. Plus it was hard when the hostess would stare at you with wide eyes after repeating “11 people!? I’m not sure we have anything available at the moment.” 
Curse college town restaurants and their inability to take reservations. 
That’s why you all usually settled for breakfast during the week, or lunch on weekends. Those seemed to be the times with the least amount of people out for some reason. 
So that’s how you all found yourself in an American-themed diner at 8 in the morning. It was early, you knew, but it was the only time that worked. (Although Winter might’ve lied and said she had no classes just because she wanted to get out of her Intro to Thermodynamics because who wouldn’t.) 
Three tables had been squished together for you all and unfortunately, you all sat down in the order you showed up, which meant you didn’t get to sit next to Karina. She was at the opposite end with Jeno on her right and Ningning across from her while you had Renjun on your left and Mark across from you. 
You were partially grateful for that because out of the boys in your group, you would consider Renjun to be your best friend. And also because he noticed how tired you were so he pushed his chair closer to yours and offered his shoulder for you to rest your head on.
Karina had already texted you twice about the death stare Jaemin was giving Renjun, but both you and the boy in question were too sleepy to pay it any mind. 
Plus Jaemin was sitting at the middle table so it’s not like he could directly do anything about it. 
After three minutes of trying to sleep, you realized it wouldn’t happen because a few different conversations seemed to be going on at the table, but only one, in particular, caught your ear. 
Mark and Donghyuck were making plans for the following weekend (something about a cabin in the woods? You didn’t know how the two would survive – Mark couldn’t cook for shit and Hyuck was a known blanket hogger), Winter, Giselle, and Jeno were giving advice to Jisung about his senior year in college, but the taller boy looked bored as hell as he simply nodded along. Jaemin and Chenle seemed to be making small talk about classes and Renjun stayed silent so as not to disturb you, eavesdropping on conversations just as you were. 
The main conversation that you were trying to hear was between Karina and Ningning. Nothing stood out, but every two minutes Ningning would show Karina something on her phone, to which Jeno would lean over and give a goofy smile. 
You nudged Renjun, quietly whispering your request hoping maybe for once his big ears would come in handy. “Can you listen to hear what Ningning is saying to Karina?” 
He let out a chuckle, knowing damn well about your habit of invading into private dealings but gave in since he also wanted to know what the two seemed to be gossiping about. He pushed his two-toned hair behind his ear and slightly leaned to the right. 
Eventually, Mark and Donghyuck caught on to what you two were doing, so they quieted down which then caused a chain reaction and soon enough, Ningning’s voice could be heard from your end of the table. 
(Renjun then realized that it wasn’t just you who had a tendency to listen in to people’s conversations, it was your entire group.) 
Ningning froze up when she realized that she was the topic of conversation until Giselle spoke up for you all. “We just wanted to know what you were showing Karina.” 
“Oh!” Ningning then smiled, seemingly happy to introduce you all to her new favorite topic, except it wasn’t what you were expecting. She swiped a few times through her phone before switching on her teacher voice. “So last night I was bored, and when I’m bored I get investigative, so I made this album with pictures of Jaemin–” 
A few chuckles were let out from around the table, the loudest coming from Chenle who Ningning then glared at. Her cousin slowly closed his mouth and she continued on. “It’s just that I noticed in group pictures, whenever Y/n looks sexy as hell–which is always by the way,” 
The compliment made your face flush and you could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks, hands reaching up to cover your face. Renjun let out an obnoxiously rowdy laugh to which you huffed, waiting for Ningning to move on. 
“Anyways,” Ningning passed her phone around and made sure everyone swiped to the left so they could see all her evidence. “Wherever she wears like, a short dress or something Jaemin was always just looking at her face and not her boobs or ass, which I know should be the standard but still, I wish my men were respectful like that.” 
Winter elbowed the girl, thinking that bringing up a past relationship at 8:30 am might be too much for you (which you internally thanked her for. If you weren’t so anxious to see the pictures, you could’ve seen yourself starting to bawl.) 
Renjun pulled you out of your thoughts when Ningning’s phone reached him. He pushed it towards you and began swiping. 
Sure enough, Ningning’s intrusive thoughts which she had so kindly aired out, were correct. 
One picture caused you to steal the phone from Renjun and zoom in on the situation. You don’t remember the date, but you could tell you were drunk in the picture. (Why Ningning took so many club pictures was beyond you. She said it was a way to document in case anything happened, which actually struck you as a good idea.) 
But anyway, in the picture, you were so clearly drunk and it seemed that your dress had ridden up a little too far. Donghyuck (who was also clearly drunk off his ass) had noticed and in the picture, you could tell he was staring at your legs. Your eyebrow was raised until you noticed the man next to you. 
Jaemin was shooting Hyuck a dirty look (again, don’t blame the poor boy. His eyes seemed to be more bloodshot than yours, and as far as you could tell, Mark wasn’t anywhere near) and Jaemin’s left hand was around your waist and it seemed that he had grabbed a hold of your dress, with intentions to push it down. 
You let out a deep sigh before sliding across the table to Mark, whose head instantly tilted in confusion as he analyzed the pictures with Donghyuck. 
Despite Ningning bringing up a few bad memories, she made you realize one thing: Jaemin was perfect. 
He always held the doors open for you, he occasionally let you pay but for the most part, dinner was always on him, he never overly sexualized you, and he was always mature about arguments. He got along with all your friends and family members. 
(You swear your grandmother has not looked at you the same since you told her about the breakup. 
“What do you mean ‘it’s over’?” Your grandma sent you the stank eye as you sat down with her in the kitchen. You poked at your sandwich as you sighed. “It just wasn’t working out.”
“Hm, I see,” Your grandma hummed, running her finger along the rim of her coffee mug. “I guess I lost my favorite grandchild.”
Your jaw was practically on the floor while your niece giggled in the background.)
Jaemin always encouraged you to try new things, he kept up with the playful banter, he even helped you re-understand math again. He was like your own personal Ken, minus the patriarchy and horses part. 
Then it finally clicked in your head as to why that date you went on last week didn’t work out. 
Remember Yangyang from “con #2: [jaemin] always tries to save you, even from your own friends”? 
Well, the boy finally asked you out about a week after the SKZ party, officially this time. 
Karina seemed stumped as to why you said yes but you explained your reasons. You knew Yangyang liked you and he was fairly shy, so he wouldn’t try to pull any stupid moves or do anything that would make you uncomfortable. 
The second part was simply to forget about Jaemin. The boy had raised your standard so high that whenever someone interacted with you so poorly that you could feel it in your bones, you always thought ‘Jaemin would never do that.’ 
Yangyang was your test run. A way to finally see if you were over Jaemin. 
He invited you to a dog park with a coffee stand next door. You two watched Bella for a while (you weren’t sure who the beagal belonged to. You asked Yangyang who her owner was and all he said was “it’s complicated” while looking into the distance. You decided not to press it) before taking a walk around the park and just talking. 
And while you enjoyed talking to Yangyang, and maybe you did feel a few butterflies when he kissed your cheek after dropping you off at your dorm, you couldn’t help but think about Jaemin; what he was doing, how he would feel. 
You mentioned this to Karina in confidence (definition: a secret or private matter told to someone under a condition of trust) to which Giselle, Winter, and Ningning came barging into your room (definition: Karina is a snitch), phones in hand, ready to dissect your relationship with the two men. 
The conversation dragged out much longer than you had wanted it to, ending with all of you in matching pajama sets with Karina and Winter on the floor while Ningning had created a pros and cons list for Jaemin and Yangyang as Giselle presented a slideshow on your TV. 
And while Winter had originally been Team Yangyang, Team Jaemin had won her over with President Karina in charge. The four of them were begging you to text Jaemin to meet up, but all you settled on was texting Yangyang that you had a good time and would love to hang out again. As friends. 
The girls were disappointed, but happy that you were slowly making progress. 
For the past week, you stuck to avoiding Jaemin / sitting away from him so you could sort out your feelings alone. 
Actually, this entire week you’d been alone. The girls knew you needed time to yourself as feelings were a messy business and you canceled your weekly Monday coffee meet-up with Renjun under the guise of studying for microeconomics. 
You did however blindside the Huang boy by meeting up with Jeno on Wednesday for brunch instead. You figured he was the only person you could talk to about Jaemin without letting their opinion on your feelings get in the way. 
And you were right. 
You’d met up at 10 and since you’d chosen a brunch place, it closed at 1:30 to which you and Jeno moved to the nearest park and sat on a bench. About halfway through your conversation, Jeno wrapped his arm around your shoulder, partly because you were shivering from the cold but mostly because he could tell you were on the verge of tears. 
He said it was good that you were taking a break from the girls and Jaemin. Even though you felt awful about it, you needed some time to truly think to yourself and not let anyone’s thoughts influence your own. 
Then he said the words you really needed to hear, the words everyone else was too scared to tell you. 
“Econ is a bitch, but I’m glad you’re taking time to study for it.” 
You let out a sharp laugh before wiping your freezing nose, glossy eyes staring back up at the boy. “You’re right, but I’m not actually studying. I just didn’t wanna hang out with Jun.” 
“What?” Jeno’s eyes turned to smiley crescents as he dramatically gasped. “Y/n not wanting to hang out with her best friend?” 
You playfully slapped his chest, grateful that he could make you laugh at a time like this. “I just need time to myself. I think I might be depressed.” 
“Y/n,” Jeno whined out, his arm falling off your shoulder. “You’re not depressed, you just need to recharge your social battery after a really hectic past three and a half years. I know it’s been hard for you and I’m sorry that we haven’t hung out lately, but I promise everything will be okay.” 
That was when it really clicked that you still liked Jaemin. 
And after breakfast this morning, where Ningning exposed Jaemin’s respectful habits, it clicked that you still loved Jaemin. 
You picked your head off of Renjun’s shoulder and pushed your hands against the table, your chair screeching against the floor as you got up. You heard Ningning call out your name but you made a beeline for the bathroom, the one place Jaemin couldn’t follow you to. 
You threw the door open and locked yourself in the furthest stall from the entrance (but not the handicap stall, obviously). You realized you left your phone on the table so you couldn’t text Karina SOS or call an Uber to take you away. 
The solution here seemed simple, right? You and Jaemin both still clearly liked each other, so why not just go back to dating? 
The answer was a bit more complicated. 
You and Jaemin established that you liked each other almost four years ago and it somehow ended with the worst argument you’d ever gotten into paired with the most tears you’d ever shed. Even if you both still have feelings for each other, who’s to say that things will change this time? 
While your inner monologue seemed to be coming to an end, you failed to hear the bathroom door open. You did, however, hear someone call out your name. 
Karina. 
You flung open your stall and practically jumped onto the poor girl who took a few steps back due to the impact. You could feel her rubbing circles on your back, trying to calm you down. 
“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” Karina started as she positioned herself away from the door. “I should’ve stopped her.” 
“No, no, it’s okay,” You sniffled, noticing Giselle, Winter, and Ningning walking in. “I didn’t know it would affect me like that. I’m sorry for running out like that.” 
“Y/n, don’t say that, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have even brought it up.” Ningning spoke as she walked towards you, holding her arms out to join the hug. You all then looked at Winter and Giselle, expecting either to say something. 
“I’m not gonna argue that.” Winter deadpanned, her arms reaching around your middle as Giselle let out a chuckle, walking closer. “I sent the guys home.” 
As the five of you hugged in the middle of the dimly lit bathroom, you realized that you had talking to do with the man in question. 
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bonus pro (#4): he is actually still your boyfriend (huh!?)
This was supposed to be a sit-down between just you and Jaemin. 
Granted you picked a cafe on campus to talk so there was no way it was going to just be the two of you alone, but you still expected to not see anyone you knew since there was a break. That thought was thwarted the minute you spotted Karina a few booths behind the man in front of you. 
Jaemin noticed your confused stare, so he turned which gave you better access to see the person sitting next to your roommate: Jeno. 
You sighed; you should’ve known that a sit down between you and Jaemin actually meant a sit down between you, Jaemin, Karina, and Jeno. 
“They just can’t leave us alone, huh?” Jaemin chuckled over his steaming coffee. 
(You had told him that 4 pm was way too late to be drinking coffee, especially with as many espresso shots as he got to which he casually replied, “I’m a creature of the night, love.” while dumping three sugar packets in the drink. 
The cashier gave him an odd look before saying you two were a cute couple. As if.) 
The straw between your lips turned cold as you began slurping down your drink, trying to read what Karina’s face was saying. 
It was hard, though, due to the sunglasses covering most of it. Besides her shades, she also wore a baseball cap (which looked suspiciously a lot like Jeno’s) and the ugliest scarf you’d ever seen. Jeno was somehow sharing the scarf with her, as well as a pair of clear frames and a beanie. 
They had clearly missed the “spy” part of spying on their friends as they received more odd looks than normal ones, but you knew Karina. She would follow you anywhere. 
“So,” Jaemin trailed off, your attention going back to him. 
For all the years that you’d known the boy, this was probably the first time you’d ever seen him look tense. Of course, he’d always had nerves before his finals or anxiety when it came to tough conversations, but never had you seen him so on edge. 
His eyes were bouncing around the cafe, never meeting yours, and you could tell he was fighting the urge to turn around and just run away with Jeno. 
You spoke his name, to which he didn’t reply. Grabbing his free hand from across the table, he finally looked at you. “Are you okay?” 
“Yeah,” he breathed out. “I’m just wondering what exactly we’re doing here.” 
You intertwined your own fingers together, feeling like a villain who was about to reveal their evil plan. “I assumed you would ask that. We need to discuss something.” 
“Could it possibly be about Jeno and Karina’s attachment issues?” Using his thumb to point, you and Jaemin both turned to see the two of them looking away from you, clearly trying to not get caught staring. 
“Well, that is one thing,” You shook your head, knowing a difficult conversation about boundaries would be waiting for you back at your dorm. “But not exactly. We need to talk about our relationship.” 
The corners of Jaemin’s mouth dropped into a straight line, his attention now fully on you. 
You’d only seen Jaemin look so serious four times. 
One: when Jeno was rushed to the hospital sophomore year because some idiot dared him to jump into the SKZ pool. From the roof. While drunk. Granted, the Lee boy had only fractured his shoulder, but Jaemin was there every step of the way, scolding him. 
Two: when his younger cousin said he liked you more than him. Jaemin complained the entire ride home, saying it was only because you were an older girl that little Jaesung said that you were his new favorite cousin. You tried to retaliate and defend the six-year-old, but Jaemin was not hearing it. 
Three: when he failed his organic chemistry final. You were all gathered at his and Jeno’s dorm for an end-of-the-year celebration, but Jaemin had brushed past you and slammed his door shut. 
And finally, four: now. 
“What about it?” Jaemin tentatively asked, his mind running through all possible scenarios. As a third-person narrator, only your thoughts are revealed in this story. But switching to a quick POV change, the first thought of Jaemin’s was that you needed the poor boy to back off, that you found someone you seriously wanted to date and had to let go of him. 
But obviously, that’s not where your head was at. Trying to find words for what you wanted to say, you started. “The other morning, at breakfast, Ningning made me realize something. Something a lot of people have been trying to tell me.” 
You didn’t want to scare the boy by saying you were still in love with him because, hey! That’s a really strong word and even though you talked with Karina about how Jaemin probably still liked you, love was not something you brought up.
But it was the truth. 
You don’t know if there was ever a moment when you stopped loving Na Jaemin. Of course, you’d gone through your phase of hating him, but somewhere in the back of your mind, love still lingered. 
Noticing that you were now the tense one, Jaemin placed his hand on top of yours, a hand sandwich being created. 
“You can tell me,” He braced himself for the worst. “I’ll always listen to you.” 
After losing a war to your tear ducts, you figured that maybe a public place wasn’t the best venue to have such a personal conversation. The tears only started flowing more when you felt Jaemin’s arm around your shoulder, realizing he squished himself next to you. 
“I think,” You hiccuped out, trying to wipe your eyes and change your wording. “I still love you.” 
“Oh,” Jaemin replied, his grip on you loosening as a small smile started to form. 
“Oh?” You repeated back to him, blinking out your tears and looking up at him in confusion. 
He let out a chuckle, hands running through his dark hair while maintaining eye contact with you. “Yeah ‘oh’. I thought you were coming here to break up with me.” 
“Break up?” You sat up a little straighter in your seat. “Jaemin, we did break up. Like months ago.” 
“Yeah, but like,” He struggled to find his words as you narrowed your eyes at him. Jaemin pushed himself back a little so that he could turn to fully face you and grab both your hands. “I thought that was just like, a break. Like we’d get back together.” 
You raised your eyebrows and asked him incredulously. “When did you think that would happen?” 
“Soon?” Jaemin shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head. “Y/n, you literally said you needed a break before storming out of my dorm.” 
“Well, I,” You stuttered, at a loss for words. “What?” 
“Yeah,” His stupidly attractive grin was growing. 
Jaemin's words left you basically in shock. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. After all this time, after everything that had happened between you two, Jaemin had thought that your breakup was just a temporary break.
If it wasn’t you in this situation, you would’ve laughed.
"You thought I just needed a break?" you repeated, struggling to wrap your head around it. "Jaemin, I said we needed a break because I wanted to break up."
Jaemin's grin faded, replaced by a look of genuine surprise as he dropped your hands. "Wait, what? You wanted to break up for real?"
You nodded firmly. "I thought we needed to move on from each other and explore other possibilities and, like, grow as individuals."
Jaemin's shoulders slumped as he processed your words. He let out a long sigh and thought for a few seconds, seeming to wrestle with his own thoughts. "I had no idea, Y/n. I thought you just needed some space and I thought... I thought we could work things out eventually. I even talked about it with Jeno."
Your jaw opened and slowed to a stop, turning your head to look at the couple spying on you. You had talked about your situation with Jeno but he never had to audacity to tell you his roommate’s thoughts. 
The boy across from you started to sink down in his chair, probably realizing what Jaemin said. Karina raised her eyebrows at you but you shook your head, coming back to the moment at hand. 
The misunderstanding became painfully clear to both of you now. It was a miscommunication too big for you to comprehend and it had left you both in a state of confusion and heartache.
"Jaemin," you began softly, reaching out to touch his hand. "I'm sorry for not being more clear about my intentions."
He shook his head, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I guess we both made assumptions, huh?"
"Yeah," you agreed, feeling a mixture of relief and sadness. "It's just... I thought it was the right thing to do at the time."
Jaemin sighed again, his gaze completely fixed on your intertwined hands. "I wish we had talked about it sooner."
One of your hands dropped his, coming up to rub your forehead to ease your growing headache. Upon lowering it, Jaemin snatched your hand back up, as if holding both your hands really made a difference. 
"I'm glad we're talking now," you admitted, offering a small smile as he played with your fingers. "It's been a long time coming."
Jaemin nodded, his gaze finally meeting yours. "Yeah, it has. Maybe we can figure out where we stand now."
"Yeah, maybe," you replied honestly. "But we have to take it slow this time. We need to make sure that whatever decision we make is the right one."
He nodded in agreement. "I understand, Y/n. We'll take it one step at a time."
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author’s words 3: holy shit .. i'm not super proud of this fic but i can't believe she's finally done! proud of you if you made it this far💀! i've been procrastinating miss girl forEVER and then i used college starting as an excuse🙄 i know i'm an enhypen blog but please show ‘pros and cons’ some love for the sake of my pride and ego😁😁😁
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ihaechans · 6 months
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Midnight Driver || N.JM
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PAIRING ▸ Jaemin x reader
GENRES ▸ smut, semi-public sex
WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, they are parked in an abandoned parking lot it’s just not stated, sex under the influence (alcohol), hints at drunk driving (please don’t do this), oral (f), pet names, unprotected sex (another stupid decision), cream pie (the decisions keep getting worse on the readers part), multiple orgasms, hints at shower sex, big dick jaem, hair pulling
SUMMARY ▸ Fucking in the middle of no where with a man you met no more than a month ago was not something on your bucket list, but for some reason, it wasn’t something you were completely against.
WORD COUNT▸ 1.6k
A/N: blessing y’all with two smuts today who cheered. Working hard lately because I feel like I haven’t been doing enough writing this year but I hope you guys enjoy this quick one. Feel free to send requests! They are always open! Also this is not edited lmao
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“Ever fucked in a car before?”
Jaemin sits still next to you in the drivers seat, eyes ahead as he stares into the darkness of the night.
It’s pitch black outside, nothing is heard beside the soft breaths of Jaemin and yourself, alone with the crickets. The car engine hums softly, masking the otherwise eerie silence that surrounds you both.
The night started off innocent. A simple date with Na Jaemin at the bar down town, no sexual intentions, just a genuine connection and a few drinks to let loose.
Maybe one too many drinks.
A smile creeps up on your face as you turn towards Jaemin, giggling at his question. “No, have you?”
Jaemin chuckles, his eyes twinkling mischievously in the dim moonlight that filters through the windshield. “No, but we could change that if you want.” The words slide off his tongue a little too smoothly, your legs automatically pressing together as his deep voice hits your ears.
You feel a shiver run down your spine, both from the cool night air and the adrenaline coursing through your veins.
Fucking in the middle of no where with a man you met no more than a month ago was not something on your bucket list, but for some reason, it wasn’t something you were completely against.
“And what would you do if I were to say yes?”
A mischievous smile dances on his lips as he glances at you, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Why don’t you just let me show you?”
You haven’t gotten butterflies in ages, but god Jaemin was such a sweet talker it was almost impossible not to feel anything with the way he was speaking to you.
“What makes you think I’d say yes Jaemin?”
Jaemin leans closer, his voice low and husky in your ear, “Come on baby, i see the way you’re pressing your legs together, why don’t you let me help with that, hm?”
Your heart races at his words, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. With every second, you were getting more and more turned on, the closeness in proximity between you two not helping any.
Jaemin doesn’t back away when he finishes speaking, staring straight into the side of your head. Your heart nearly stops when you feel his hand softly grab your chin, turning your head to face his own.
“Just say the word baby, I’m right here.”
Baby. That’s what does it.
A split second is all it takes for Jaemin’s lips to be on yours, a hand coming to rest on the back of your neck as he kisses you deeper, tongue begging for access into your mouth.
There’s desperation in Jaemin’s kisses, a desperation telling you he’s been waiting to do this for a while now.
With each touch of his lips, the car seems to fade away into the background, forgotten in the midst of this electrifying moment. Only when you try to shift closer, bumping into the armrest is when you snap out of the daze Jaemin’s kisses have put you under, breaking away with an embarrassed giggle.
Without a word, Jaemin pops the car door open, immediately hopping into the back seat, clearly waiting for you to join him.
Like an idiot, you climb over the armrest, nearly crashing face first into Jaemin’s lap.
“Someone’s a little clumsy,” Jaemin chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he watches you settle onto the back seat beside him.
He doesn’t give you time to respond before he’s pulling you into his lap, hands resting on your hips. The car engine hums softly as the midnight air rushes in through the open windows, the city lights creating a vibrant backdrop to this intimate moment.
“You’re wasting gas by keeping the car on you know,” you remark, playfully poking Jaemin's chest. Jaemin smirks, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.
“That’s really what you’re focused on right now?” He chuckles again, caressing your face intimately.
You can feel the thrill of the midnight air mixing with the electricity between you two, as you lean in closer, capturing his lips with yours once again.
The kiss is softer this time, yet the passion intensifies. Your hands entangle in each other's hair as you explore the depths of each other's desire, thinking of nothing but each other.
Jaemin maneuvers your body, positioning you so that your back is leaning against the car door, legs dangling off the seat as Jaemin kneels down in between them. “May I have a taste princess?” He stares up at you, eyes flooded with lust.
With a nod, your heart racing, you eagerly give him permission to explore, hips lifting up as he slides your shorts and panties down at once, revealing your wet core.
Unmoving, Jaemin stares at your cunt, a blush creeping up on your face. You’re about to ask him to do something, mouth opening to complain and immediately closing as he licks a stripe up your pussy, a weak moan leaving your lips.
“What a pretty pussy,” he slurs, wasting no time as he dives back in, slurping and licking relentlessly.
You can’t even form words, moans spilling out with every lick. Jaemin hold your thighs open with his hands, kneading the flesh as he eats you out like a starved man.
Your hands grip Jaemin’s hair, pushing his face into your pussy, rutting your hips up into his face as you near your orgasm. “Gonna cum like a good girl?” He moans as you grip his hair even harder, hips moving frantically against his face.
“Fuck keep going-“ and with one final suck to your clit, you’re toppling over the edge, legs twitching and moans spilling as you release on Jaemin’s tongue.
Finally, you release your hard grip on his hair, looking down in between your legs to be met with dazed eyes staring back at you. “What a good girl,”
It takes a moment for you to recover, Jaemin licking and nipping at your thighs while you catch your breath in silence.
“Let me ride you.” Only then, the silence is broken, Jaemin’s head perking up in surprise from between your legs.
With a smirk, he finds place on the car seat next to you, the car getting crowded with all the movement going on. “Well,” he pats his thighs, signaling for you to sit down on them, “Get to work then baby.”
You chuckle as you climb onto his lap, feeling the familiar heat coursing through your veins. Trying your hardest not to fumble with the belt on his jeans for too long, you finally manage to push the rough material down to his thighs, reaching into his boxers to free Jaemin's cock, eliciting a deep groan from him.
The boy licks his lips as you stare down at his dick, one of his hands finding place on the back of your neck as he pulls you in for another kiss.
Without thinking, you stroke him up and down, earning a few moans from the man In front of you. He rolls his hips up, fucking himself into your hand for a few before aggressively pulling you closer by your waist, breaking the kiss to catch your breath.
“Gonna ride me now?” He’s impatient, but you nod, grabbing him from the base and lining him up with your entrance.
In one swift motion, Jaemin is inside of you, a deep groan filling the air as your wet heat squeezes around him. Your eyes widen when you truly realize how big Jaemin is, a dark chuckle erupting from his chest when he noticed your expression.
“What’s wrong princess? Said you were gonna ride me but now you’re acting all scared.”
“S-shut up,” you slur out, immediately bouncing up and down in his lap after his teasing.
The both of you moan freely, the sound of skin against skin the only audible sound in the car besides your moans. Jaemin feels good inside of you, so deep and full. “Faster,” he growls, slightly thrusting his hips up to meet your bounces.
At this point, you’re moaning so loud it has to be obnoxious on the ears, but Jaemin finds it incredibly hot, thrusting up even harder into you, attempting to make you even louder.
Jaemin suddenly changes the pace, thrusting deep into you perfectly to find the spot that has you gasping for air, gripping onto his bicep impossibly tight, “I’m close,” you moan out, throwing your head back.
You squeal when Jaemin grips your hair, forcing you to keep your gaze on him as he thrusting into you. “Cum for me, come on baby I know you can do it,”
His encouraging words along with one last thrust against your gspot has your eyes rolling back, head dipping forward to rest on his chest as you release around Jaemin.
“Fuck,” he pants, “Where do you want me to cum?” Jaemin’s eyes light up when you mumble a barely audible, “inside”, the man wasting no time as he fucks himself up into you harshly, hips no longer carrying a rhythm as he releases in your cunt.
He groans, finally stilling his hips inside of you.
You open your eyes, head fuzzy as you stare deep into Jaemin’s eyes.
“Jaemin… how am I supposed to clean this up?” The both of you dip your head down in unison, staring down at the mess in between your legs.
Jaemin pulls out, watching as his cum slowly drips out of your hole.
“Shit, that’s hot. Guess you’ll just have to keep it inside until I get you home, yeah?”
With a smirk, Jaemin lifts you off of him, pulling his jeans back over himself. “Jaemin we can’t just stay dirty like this.”
“Alright then, let’s just shower back at my place.”
“Together?”
He chuckles, settling back into the front seat. “You said it, not me.”
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