j0hnj4ej3n

[j0hnj4ej3n]

hiii, can you do something with jaemin? like a college friends to lovers?

breakfast

genre. fluff, crack 🍞

pairings. jaemin x gn!reader

falling asleep at your friend!jaemin’s place wasn’t your intention.. yet, there you were, knocked out on the couch. you eventually woke up, disoriented and sore, while the smell of burnt toast polluted the air. on the other side of the open room, jaemin stood behind the kitchen counter, preoccupied with scraping char off the bread slices. he perked his head up once he heard you rustling around. “oh. you’re up.”

“what time is it?” you yawned, reaching for your phone, only to find it cold and dead.

“it’s like 10 or something—” his tone was casual, and it threw you off.

“jaemin!” you jumped to your feet. “i had a class at 9!” you continued, “i told you to wake me up if i ever fell asleep here again!” you ran to the bathroom, looking for the toothbrush jaemin got you last time.

his expression became one of shame, like a child being scolded by his mother. “i know, but you just looked so peaceful…”

this isn’t the first time this has happened. more often than not, jaemin invites you to hang out after class.. so you usually find yourself leaving with him to walk to his apartment… you just can’t get enough of him.

once you get there, you hope for a productive afternoon, maybe crank out some assignments. but instead, you end up talking to him all night. you’ll eventually glance at the ungodly hour on the clock, and think, "just 5 more minutes. i'll get going in 5 minutes." 5 minutes turns into 5 hours... and next thing you know, the sun is up, you've slept through all your alarms, and you're grabbing your things to rush out.

“i need to go home-” you pat your hands around the couch, looking for your purse, tossing around the blankets and pillows jaemin put on you while you were asleep.

“wait.” he interjected. “when’s your next class?”

“at 1… but i still have to go home and get dressed...” you sighed, slumping onto the stool at the kitchen island.

“you still have plenty of time to eat breakfast...” jaemin said, nudging over a plate of toast that was grilled to the point of no return.

“jaemin…” you laughed. “im not eating that.” you eyed the dish, and a chill went down your spine. “i’ll just have some cereal.” you helped yourself to his cabinets in a search for a more edible alternative.

sitting across from jaemin at the table, you crunched on your cereal while he picked at his burnt toast… his pride wouldn’t let him throw it out. “so do you wanna come over again later?” he waited for you to chew your food before you replied.

“jaemin, be for real.” you set down your spoon. “i can’t keep coming over on weekdays. i lose track of time and fall asleep.. i can’t keep doing that.”

“why not?” he said, mouth full. “why can’t you fall asleep here?”

“i don’t have my stuff here! no skincare, no clothes…” you counted a finger for each point you listed. “and by the time i wake up, im late, and i still have to go home and get ready...”

“well then.. why not just bring stuff to stay the night.” he cleared his throat. “pack your clothes and skincare and whatever… plus, you already have a toothbrush here.”

“do you want me to stay or something?” you took a sip of juice, eyes peeking over the cup.

“i just like having you around...” he picked at the toast some more, but had yet to actually taste it.

you thought for a moment. “yeah sure.” you shrugged, ignoring the way he just made your heart flutter.

“wait really?” he looked up from his plate.

“i mean… i guess it’s not a problem as long as i bring stuff to stay.” you said, getting up from your seat to go wash your bowl in the sink. jaemin followed right behind you and draped his arms over your shoulders, pulling your back into his chest. “then can you bring stuff to stay longer than 1 night?”

jaemin has always been a pretty affectionate friend, so you didn’t think much of the hug… “maybe i could stay until the weekend..”

“just until the weekend?” he squeezed you a little tighter.

but was he always this clingy?

“na jaemin, when did you get so clingy?”

“well these days, i…” he stopped himself.

“these days, you...?” you hummed, tugging on his arms that were still embracing you, urging for him to finish his sentence. you began swaying side to side ever so slightly. “let’s just stay like this for a minute.” he cooed, catching on to your rhythm, rocking in the silence. he really gave the best hugs. after a moment, he disrupted the stillness of the room. “move in with me.”

hearing him say that so bluntly made your heart drop. flustered, you turned around to face him, his arms now resting on your back. “all of a sudden?” you laughed.

“mm.” he nodded his head to agree, looking at you so endearingly. he gradually inched his face closer to yours, and you didn’t mind.

“jaemin.”

“yeah?” he answered, just inches away.

“are you trying to kiss me right now?” you teased, as your gaze wandered from his eyes to his lips.

“are you gonna let me?” he teased back. you couldn’t hold back your smile, and he basically took that as confirmation.

he didn’t have to lean in much more before his lips were touching yours. your eyes fluttered as his hands gently met your cheeks, even tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“what are we doing?” you whispered in between breaths.

“just enjoy it.” he reassured you.

and for some reason, his words really put you at ease. in that moment, you couldn’t help but enjoy it. you reconnected your lips, and let yourself fall more in love with your best friend than you already were.

his smile forced him out of the kiss. “so does this mean we can have breakfast together every morning?”

you scoffed at his remark. “maybe if you learn how to cook first…”

@lovesuhng thanks so much for the request!!!! such a cute idea. hope you like it!!!

[j0hnj4ej3n]

jeno: friends to lovers

Word count: 826

Warnings: none :)

Notes: this is Jeno's part of 'nct dream as love tropes', enjoy!

Both you and Jeno have been in the same friend group since freshman year in college, making this year the third year of you two being friends. You’ve liked him for two years now. But you’ve been too shy to do anything, so you were fine with just staying as friends. Afterall, Jeno isn’t any less shy than you. He was always sweet and attentive, helping his friends silently and not expecting anything in return. He was like the guardian angel of the group, always showing up when someone is in trouble to problem solve or merely be a shoulder to lean on.

Among your friend group, Jeno and you were considered close. It’s not like you two were best friends, but it was always comfortable. You’ve even hung out one on one before, usually to study together or to just go eat together when the others chose to engage in activities too extroverted for the two of you. You try your best to not let your feelings get in the way but it’s so difficult because Jeno was always so sweet to you. He would help you carry your bag if he noticed you carried a lot out that day. Despite being shy, Jeno would offer to order for you because you’ve mentioned once you get nervous when ordering food in public. Once, you were so sick and couldn’t attend classes for almost a week and Jeno took notes for you in the classes you shared without you even asking. But then again, Jeno was always nice to everyone, so what makes you so special?

Little did you know that your crush was not as one-sided as you thought it was. Jeno’s been crushing on you ever since Renjun introduced you to the group. You were cute, always so easy-going even though you were kind of shy. Jeno initially brushed his little crush aside. But overtime, he only grew to really like you. Jeno swears he was trying not to be obvious but Renjun caught on somehow and encouraged him to ask you out. Jeno was quick to shut Renjun’s suggestion down because he didn’t want things to get awkward between the two of you. “I won’t do that” “Why not? I think the two of you would be so cute together” “I really like y/n but I can’t risk our friendship over this. It’s selfish and what if we drift because of it? I don’t want that…” 

And Jeno was genuinely fine with never telling you if it means the two of you could remain friends for a long time. All this sweet boy wanted was just to care for you and support you even if it’s just as your friend. Maybe he didn’t know how much he really liked you because why was his entire day ruined from the moment he found out from Jaemin that Yeonjun asked for your number. He couldn’t focus in his classes that day, his mind was filled with all sorts of questions. Did you give Yeonjun your number? Was Yeonjun going to ask you out? Would you say yes? Was this jealousy? He can’t imagine you and Yeonjun together, he doesn’t want to. Jeno thinks he has to do something before it’s too late. It’s the first time the thought of actually confessing to you ever crossed his mind. 

So when the two of you met to study that evening, Jeno was oddly quieter than usual and you caught on pretty quick. “Is everything okay? You seem stressed”, yes. Yes he was, stressed over you, over this warm, ugly, tightening feeling in his chest. “It’s nothing,” Jeno replied with a smile, a little too forced. You chuckle because Jeno is so bad at lying and ask him again. “We can talk about it if you want to. What’s stressing you out so much?” “I heard Yeonjun asked for your number”. 

Was this what was stressing him out? You were a little taken aback by how straightforward Jeno was being but you replied anyway. “Oh… ya he did” “So, are you going to go out with him?” “Um, I don’t know he hasn’t a-” “Don’t…” Jeno said, just loud enough for you to hear before he continues to look through his notes. “But… why?” Jeno peeks up at you before mumbling something softly, you would have missed it if you weren’t waiting attentively for his reply. 

“Because I like you” “Huh?” You heard him. You just weren’t sure if you heard right. Were you dreaming? Jeno likes you back? “Because I like you… so, don’t go out with anyone else…” Jeno likes you back. You know you’re blushing because your neck is warm and your head feels like it’s about to explode. But with every silent second that passes, Jeno contemplates if he should get up and leave and never see you again. “I wouldn’t have gone out with him” “Hm? Why..?” “Because I like you too”.

#happy birthday jeno #nct jeno #nct dream #j0hnj4ej3n

[j0hnj4ej3n]

it's rare for two people to fall in love at the same time

Best friends to lovers! Jeno x fem!reader ft. the dreamies

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, some cursing, slightly suggestive

Note: happy birthday Jeno Lee !! <3 jk. I know it’s been more than a month since his birthday but I was too busy with my finals to finish this au in time for his birthday :( Anyways, here’s a best friends to lovers!jeno au for everyone! I hope all of you have been doing well! I have also recently set up my kofi and will be opening commissions soon, so stay tuned for that! For now, enjoy some fluffy Jeno content <3

You’ve been best friends with Jeno since freshman year in highschool, the two of you lived in the same neighbourhood and would hang out together all the time. Now, you’re both in the same college, in courses you’re passionate about. He frequents your apartment when your roommate isn’t around and you go over to his place just as often, even if just to hang out with him and the rest of the boys. 

It’s a Friday night and you have your small apartment to yourself, since your roommate is crashing at her boyfriend’s. And you thought, why not invite Jeno over since you haven’t really hung out together because of how busy school has been. It was just another night over at your place, another heart to heart talk, another sleepover. 

Except, tonight wasn’t just another night. 

You two had some to drink, Jeno was on his second bottle of soju but his tolerance is pretty high so you assumed that he was still pretty sober. Maybe it still helped that he had a little liquor to pump up his courage. 

“Have I ever told you that I think you’re really pretty?” he asked, as he leaned closer to look at your face. Although his neck was slightly red, his eyes were clear and genuine. 

You, on the other hand, just downed your first bottle when he said that. You were not a bad drinker, but you’re not the best drinker either. You were tipsy to say the least, so you laughed and pushed his face away, telling him to shut up while doing so. 

“No, like, seriously.” 

“No… Actually, yes, once. At our highschool prom, but I hated my dress that night.”

“Ah, right. I always thought you were really pretty though, like all the time.” He took a swing of soju after he completed his sentence.

You frown, genuinely confused even in your tipsy state. You could feel your heart thumping steadily in your chest. The thumping rang loudly in your ears, you can’t tell if it was because of the alcohol in your system or the words that Jeno just said. You wondered if he could hear how obnoxiously loud your heart was beating. 

He looked at you and chuckled at your expression, shaking his head before mumbling a soft, “nevermind”. 

“You’re drunk,” you said, taking a sip from your newly opened bottle, all the while trying to excuse what he said as drunken words. Then you remembered that people were a lot more honest when they’re drunk and you want to slap yourself in the face. 

“Maybe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make things weird.” 

You shook your head, meaning to tell him that it was fine. 

Your conversation drifted into other things. About how finals sucked ass, how you don’t know how you’re going to pass your data analytics class. He talked about training, about how he can’t feel his legs sometimes after skating in the rink for so long. Then, you two talked about the future. 

“I hope we could still be this close after we graduate,” you tell him, pulling his hand towards you and holding it. You two held hands often, not outside when you’re walking in the streets like a couple. But in special, heartfelt times like this. 

Jeno first held your hand during your highschool prom, when your parents insisted on taking multiple photos of you two together, even though both of you had your own dates. You two still danced together that night, just for sentimental purposes. 

You held his hand when he lost his first ice hockey match in college. He really didn’t play well that day, you held his hand to lift him off the ground where he sat to sulk after the game. And held his hand a while more after that, just to provide some solace. 

“We will be, you have nothing to worry about.” Jeno assured you without hesitation. 

The night continued on and you were dozing off on the sofa, so Jeno started cleaning up a bit. He started by disposing of the empty pizza boxes that were lying on the coffee table. He cleared the soju bottles too and by then, he was sure you were knocked out on the sofa. And needless to say, he was right. 

He tried to nudge you softly awake to bring you to your bed, but you only whined in protest. So his last resort was to carry you, which he was used to doing on nights like this. You were awoken by suddenly being lifted off the sofa but kept your eyes closed because your mind was too tired to fight the drowsiness that the soju brought. 

Jeno placed you gently down on your bed and got dragged down along with your arms that circled around his neck. You knew damn well how bad you look drunk and maybe it was liquor courage helping you this time, because you spoke before you could think of stopping yourself. 

“Even now, you think I’m pretty?” 

Jeno’s face was mere inches away from yours, you could feel his breath on your cheeks and smell the alcohol that stuck to your bodies. And if Jeno was anyone else, he might just kiss you right now. But he was not going to do that to you, especially not when you’re drunk. He convinced himself that he would save this for another time, if fate allowed it. 

But you are not Jeno and you lack the self-control that he possessed. You stared at his lips, his pink and pretty lips. And since your arms were still wrapped securely around his neck, you began to pull him in. 

However, he tugs at your arms lightly, freeing himself from your hold and continues to tuck you in. 

In that moment, the slight embarrassment began to set in and you let him go. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-” you started but was cut off by Jeno. 

“y/n, it’s fine. Trust me, I want it too. But not like that, you’re tipsy and I don’t want us to do something you might regret tomorrow.” 

You only nodded as a reply, not really knowing what to think. Because yet again, your heart was thumping so loudly, you couldn’t comprehend what he just said or what he meant. 

“But to answer your question, yes. Even now I think you’re pretty, I always think you’re pretty,” he replied with the smile that reached his eyes. 

He pats your head, like he does every time he puts you to bed when you’re drunk. Except that this time, you’re not asleep yet. And you stare at him, smiling endearingly down at you. With the soothing way Jeno is patting you, you gradually fall into a sleepy state. 

With the amount of soju in your system, it was no wonder that you eventually fell asleep despite all the emotions that sent your thoughts spiralling. The last thing you remembered was Jeno continuously patting your head as you drifted off to sleep. When Jeno was sure you fell asleep – signalled by your slowed and deep breaths – he gave in a little and pecked you lightly on the forehead. This would be his little secret that he would bring to his grave. 

And that was how the night ended. Jeno went to wash up and came back to sleep on the foldable mattress you always had in your room for when he sleeps over. Tonight however, the thought of the girl sleeping on the bed beside him was busy keeping him up all night. 

 You woke up feeling a little groggy but nothing yet close to a hangover. Still, Jeno left hangover tablets on your bedside table like he always does, along with a cup of water. And as you take the tablets, you realise that Jeno wasn’t in the room. 

You went to wash up and still, no Jeno in sight. Your roommate was also not home yet. 

You went back to your room to make your bed and paused when you remembered what happened yesterday. There’s no way Jeno just left like that, right? 

Just then, you hear the opening and closing of your apartment door and you walk out to see Jeno. He had his glasses on and was wearing a baseball cap, along with his hoodie and sweatpants that he left in your apartment from his previous visit. 

He looked at you as he held up the all too familiar Starbucks bag and gently shook it, chuckling at how relieved you looked. You really needed some coffee, after a night of drinks and also to prepare yourself for the conversation you were going to have with Jeno. 

You know how there’s this belief that girls and guys can’t be ‘just friends’, let alone best friends? You always thought this didn’t apply to you and Jeno. He was your best friend and that was it. That was until he got his first girlfriend. It was then that you realised that maybe he wasn’t just a best friend to you.  

You wouldn’t say that you got jealous. But you got pretty close to it, you never mentioned it to Jeno though. But you were sure that it showed somehow. 

On Jeno’s end, the relationship wasn’t what he imagined it to be. His girlfriend was great and she really liked him and he would say that he really liked her too. Then, how come he keeps thinking about you even when he’s with her? They broke up eventually because Jeno was training too often to spend enough time with her. 

When you started dating someone too, Jeno didn’t look like he was jealous. And to be completely honest, he wasn’t. He was more angry than jealous. Because your boyfriend was so insecure about your friendship with Jeno that he was manipulating you to try and mess with your friendship. However, your friendship with Jeno was stronger than these tactics. Thankfully, you were smart enough to break things off before it got out of hand. You were still heartbroken though, and you wouldn’t stop crying for days. 

All Jeno could do back then was bring you the food you liked and stayed with you till you felt better. 

Both of you knew that your friendship wasn’t as simple as you two hoped for it to be.

And now, the two of you were seated at your dining table, facing each other. You took a sip of your warm coffee, feeling much better than when you just woke up. Coffee works like magic for keeping you awake and energised for most days, but you believe there’s no cup of coffee strong enough to prepare you for the conversation you’re about to have with Jeno. 

He was tapping his coffee cup, staring at every little thing in your tiny apartment except you. 

You took in a deep breath and gave yourself a quick mental pep talk and finally spoke. 

“Don’t you have something you want to tell me?” 

His eyes averted from the window behind you as he looked you in the eyes and pressed his lips tightly together. He held his coffee cup with both hands as he straightened his back, as if preparing to speak. 

“Ah… that, last night was just…I was… I didn’t really know what I was doing.” 

You looked at him with your eyebrows raised, obviously taken aback. Was he about to pretend like nothing happened last night? Who does he think you are? You two have been best friends for years and he thinks you wouldn’t pick up when he’s lying? 

The way he’s rubbing his thumbs together anxiously and the way he can’t even look you in the eye after saying what he said. 

“You’re lying!” you accused him loudly. 

His eyes widened, like how they always do when he starts to get defensive. 

“What? I’m not!” He quickly refutes before his lips fall into a pout. He has a tendency to pout unknowingly when he bickers with you. And it triggers something in you, you let the words slip out before you even thought to stop yourself. 

“Then how did we end up almost kissing last night?” 

After you realised what you said, your face fell and you instantly felt your fight, flight, freeze response kick in and since you couldn’t hide anywhere in this tiny apartment, you froze.

Jeno opened his mouth as if to say something only to close it. His eyes averted briefly down to your lips before catching himself and looking you in the eye again. A light hue of pink spreaded across his cheeks and you were sure your expression mirrored his too. 

After a few seconds of neither of you speaking, Jeno sighed. 

“I’m not lying though, I really didn’t know what came over me. I’m just… I’m really conflicted y/n. I don’t know what to do.” He said as he leaned back against the chair, putting both his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. 

You felt yourself frown slightly, “Why? Are we not on the same page? You like me too…right?” 

Jeno pushed his glasses up in an attempt to hide his smile behind his hand, then his expression turned serious again. His worries threaten to overwhelm him again. 

“I-i do.” 

He finally admitted it. He finally lets you know and he felt like he was going to explode. So he does the only thing he knows to do and let his body take control. He pushed the chair back and stood up abruptly. You look up at him, confused as to what he is about to do. 

Jeno took five quick steps to your sofa and plopped himself onto it, face first (with his glasses still on his face, man is fearless). You can’t help but let out a laugh, standing up from the dining table to walk over to him. 

You pulled a cushion out from under him and whacked him gently with it multiple times, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Get up and talk to me properly like a man!” You playfully mocked him. 

He lifted himself up from his lying position to grab another cushion to shield himself. “Okay, okay, stop it,” he protested in between your attacks. 

He swiftly pulls the cushion out of your hands and drags you down to sit beside him. You were now face to face again, but closer now, without the dining table separating you two. 

“I just don’t want things to change. I love how things are but I also want more. But I’m afraid of wanting more. What if things don’t go well? What if I end up losing my best friend?” He tells you while looking into your eyes. The air in the room stills as he waits for your reply. 

You could tell by the look in his eyes that he probably thought of the worst case scenario over and over again already. You have similar concerns too. 

Movies and books always make falling in love with your best friend look so magical. And in your case, it kind of is magical. It’s a good thing that both you and Jeno have fallen for each other. But he’s right, who knows if things will go well? At the same time, how could you rule out the chance that this could be the best thing to happen with the two of you? 

It is completely normal that Jeno was conflicted. But you didn’t want to miss out on this opportunity in the name of ‘not ruining the friendship’. So you did the only thing you knew could put his mind at ease and assure him. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. You felt his shoulders relax as his arms circled your waist, bringing you closer to him. “We’ll just have to make it work then. We’ll be fine… great even. We’ll be the best couple ever, I promise.” You assured him best you could, even though you shared the same concerns. But they didn’t matter right now. 

You felt him chuckle against you as you pulled away to look at him, arms still around his shoulders. “Then, I promise I’ll take care of your heart from now on if you let me,” he whispers loud enough for you to hear as he leans his forehead against yours. It was both the cheesiest and the sweetest thing you have heard coming from Jeno.

You can’t help but scrunch your nose – something you did often when you get flustered. “Don’t get shy with me now, you wanted me to talk to you about it like a man.” 

“Are you always going to be this cheesy? Because I can’t promise I won’t just laugh in your face when you say things like this.” You tell him as you push him away lightly to hide your flustered face. 

“Hey, I’m trying my best to be a good boyfriend here, plus I’m actually being serious too,” the both of you couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the past ten minutes. Less than half a day ago you two were seated on this same sofa hanging out as best friends. And now, you’re two blushing adults, revealing your ‘long-hidden secret’. 

“So, you’re my boyfriend now, huh? Since when? You didn’t even ask.” You teased, realising how he very smoothly self-proclaimed the title. 

He rolled his eyes as he pushed his glasses up again and cleared his throat. 

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He mumbled while looking away. 

“What was that?” You frowned exaggeratedly while cupping your right ear, pretending you didn’t hear him. 

“My dear y/n, will you be my girlfriend? Before I consider retracting the offer,” he said with gritted teeth. You gasped at the audacity of this man and he laughed at your reaction. 

“Fine, fine. I’ll be your girlfriend, don’t retract the offer,” you replied in fake reluctance. 

The two of you hugged again, and you felt yourself melting into his arms, the cups of coffee left forgotten on the dining table. The hug fell into a half an hour long cuddle that consisted of the first few awkward minutes of trying to get into a comfortable cuddling position. With the rest of the time you two fell into comfortable conversation, it’s like nothing really changed. And yet, everything has. 

You two talked about how things will be like from now on and realised that it’ll pretty much be the same, just better. Because you two don’t have to resist your feelings anymore. The secret is out and you can both relish in the fact that you can openly express your love for the other now. 

The next few weeks went by and the two of you were inseparable, just like in highschool. When both your schedule permits, you would have meals together in school. He crashes at your apartment more often than you did at his place since your roommate walked in on the two of you cuddling in your room once. No doubt, you were teased to death everyday for at least a week after she found out. 

If that sounds bad, you can’t even begin to imagine how the boys would react if they found out. Which is why you and Jeno rarely slept over at his place anymore, because to his friends, you two were very much still merely best friends. 

However, you were over at his place one day after your classes because you missed his stupid face after not seeing him for two days straight. Jeno said he would drop by your place once he was done playing his video games. But you knew that meant that he might turn up at midnight and for the sake of your sanity (being a college student is not easy, sigh pie) , you could not afford to have another late night this week. 

He also informed you that most of the boys had club activities or were out today. So here you were, sitting on his bed, reading one of your course texts while he played his ‘last round’ of this video game on his computer. He has been on the said last round for the past hour and you were sure you saw him die and respawn more than once already. 

“Lee Jeno…” you called out through gritted teeth, burning holes on the back of his head with your glare. 

“Yes baby?” He replied while his fingers moved frantically across his keyboard. 

“Can’t you spend some time with me while I’m here?” You said as you got up to stand beside him, gently running your hand through his dark hair, while watching his progress in the game. 

You always had a habit of ruffling his hair even from back in highschool. In the past, it was an act of simple teasing. You used to do it especially when he was sulking over something, like when you pretended to forget his birthday. When really, you were planning to surprise him with some of his friends. Or when he got upset over you not wanting to go to get ice cream with him at three in the morning because you wanted to sleep. 

Recently however, it has turned into something more natural and affectionate. Like the effortless expression of longing and love for this man, who was both your best friend and your lover. 

“Alright, this will be the last one. Promise.” He said as he tried to move out of the enemy's line of vision. Only to get shot when he turned the corner. He sighed and slumped onto his chair from his previously upright position. 

“See, told you it would be the last round,” he looked up at you from the position on his chair and smiled, the kind that turned his eyes into crescents. The realisation that he had you waiting for an hour finally hits him and he was trying to be all cute and clingy now that you’re visibly on the brink of being annoyed. 

You rolled your eyes at him and complained about how he has been saying that since an hour ago and he only laughs and pulls you onto his lap. He has a habit of doing this now that you two are together. He would ease your annoyance about his gaming by having you close to him. Sometimes he would have you on his lap and you two would snuggle close like this for a while before he went back to gaming while you got comfortable on his lap, with a book in hand. 

The two of you naturally fell into conversation about your respective days up once you stopped nagging at him about his gaming ‘addiction’, to which he would whine about how you sound like his mum. You like to respond to that by ensuring him that you would definitely tell on him when the two of you went home to visit your parents over the semester break. 

As your conversation flowed, Jeno filled you in on his ice hockey training schedule, while drawing circles on your thigh as you continued stroking the back of his hair. 

 “Season begins next month, so trainings are going to pick up. But my weekends are free, so we can hang out on those days,” he said with a hint of worry in his voice. 

Jeno started playing ice hockey in highschool, since he had always loved to ice skate. In your junior year, Jeno was appointed as vice-captain of the team, alongside Mark, who was the senior captain. When Mark graduated, Jeno stepped up as captain in his senior year and led the team to victory in the championships for the third year in a row. 

To say Jeno was passionate about the sport was an understatement. Jeno loves ice hockey more than anything and always tried his best to improve even though he was already a phenomenal player. And you loved watching him play, you wouldn’t miss a game ever since you first watched him during your sophomore year. As his best friend, you would cheer the loudest when he played well and was there to support him after his lower moments in the rink. 

But you could tell from the tone of his voice that he was worried that training would take away too much of his time with you. Even though you didn’t want him to worry about something so minor, it made your heart flutter quite a bit. 

“Jen, don’t even worry about it. We’ll work around it, besides, I’ll be at every game so you better train well to win!” You told him as you reached to hold his face in your hands, emphasising your point. 

“Oh, bet.” He retorted confidently, following up with a question you knew was coming. 

“And what would I get if I do win? Hm?” he asked cheekily pulling you closer to him. 

“We’ll see about that when you do win,” you responded, refusing to give in to his antics just yet. 

“Well, I’ll suggest that a kiss like this will suffice as a good example of a celebratory gift,” Jeno said as he pulled you in gently by the neck and kissed you. You could feel him smile against your lips as you kissed him back. 

In the weeks since you became a couple, kissing quickly became something that happened naturally. Having Jeno’s soft lips against yours was not a foreign occurrence by now, and yet every time your lips met his, you could not stop your heart from beating faster and faster with the passing of each second. 

He kisses you gently, carefully, like he was savouring every second of the kiss. Jeno’s lips felt ever so soft as they moved against yours, and you felt your heart swell as if it could explode any minute. He pulled away briefly, his eyes never leaving yours. He pushed your thighs away ever so slightly to give you enough space to reposition yourself so that you were now straddling him. 

Then he began as quickly as he stopped, pulling you close by your waist to claim your lips again. This kiss, more intense than the last. Little shivers of pleasure shot through you as Jeno deepened the kiss, parting your lips. You had one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself on his lap as the other hand dug into his locks. 

Jeno’s warm hands slid under your shirt, caressing your smooth skin and his touch sent tingles down your spine. Giddiness took over the two of you as you parted again, as Jeno stared at you with a dumbstruck smile on his face. You began to catch your breath, and just when you thought he was done, his hands claimed a firm grip on your bare hips and he lifted you off his lap like you weighed nothing. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist as you let out a yelp, shocked from the sudden movement. He began making his way to the foot of his bed and you prepared for the impact of landing on it. With his face so close to yours, he tenderly pecked your nose before leaning in to kiss you once again. 

His fingers skimmed over the soft skin of your back as your arms tightened around his neck. Jeno always kissed you like his life depended on it and you returned his kisses with the same longing and intimacy. With Jeno, you finally understood why people always described kissing as melting. You felt like every part of your being was dissolving into him, becoming one. 

You feel Jeno’s body leaning forward, and you instinctively hold him closer, ready to crash onto the soft duvet. Instead, you hear the slight creaking of the door and a sharp gasp. Jeno pushed your body away and onto his bed. You landed on the very edge of it, almost toppling over when you catch a glimpse of Jaemin standing by the door with his mouth agape. 

“I’m so sorry,” he managed to mutter out. But Jaemin's shock visibly turned into amusement as he chuckled under his breath. He let a few more snickers out as he began to excuse himself from the room, closing the door on his way out. 

Before he closes the door fully, he pops his head back in, “I won’t tell the rest, but you have to tell me everything later,” he gleefully tells Jeno, with the biggest smile on his face. 

“Okay, fine. Please leave. Now.” Jeno says through gritted teeth as he walks towards the door to try and shove Jaemin out. You watch as the two boys struggle at the door before Jaemin gives up and leaves, Jeno locking the door behind him. 

“I can’t believe what just happened,” Jeno uttered as he ran his hand through his hair. 

“I can’t believe you just dropped me like that,” you said while laughing as Jeno chuckled with you, apologising as he walked towards you to pull you up to your feet. 

“I thought you said none of them were home,” you asked when you two calmed from being caught. To which Jeno could only shrug, “I thought so too.” 

“Well whatever, I’ll bear the teasing if it means I can hug you around the house now.” 

Jeno gave you a quick peck and engulfed you in a hug. You melted into his hold and hugged him back, swaying slowly as you two stayed like this until Jeno’s phone vibrated on his nightstand. 

He let you go to check the notification and you leaned in to look at the screen, only to turn red from the message. 

- 5:25pm -

NANA🐰: “don’t forget to use protection ;)” 

“This little fucker… WE’RE NOT DOING ANYTHING!” Jeno shouted loud enough for Jaemin to hear it from outside and the two of you could hear Jaemin’s cackling laughter as a response. 

Jeno continued cursing under his breath before he plopped himself onto his bed. You laughed at his reaction and joined him. The evening ended with cuddling and the occasional exchange of kisses, but every cuddling session had to come to an end somehow. You had an early lecture tomorrow morning and you had to go back to have an early night. 

Jeno tried to convince you to stay the night, even offering to drive you to class if you do. As tempting as it was, you rejected his offer. You knew he had a long day tomorrow, with training after his classes. You weren’t going to have him get up early to drive you to class when he could be sleeping in. So you told him he could sleepover at your place soon and he was satisfied with that for tonight. 

He walked you to the door, since you also rejected his offer to drive you to your apartment. It wouldn’t take long and you were going to meet your roommate at the bus stop to walk home together anyways. 

When you two left the room, all the boys were already back home. And Jaemin was trying to hide his smile while he was sitting beside Jisung on the sofa. You bid all the boys goodbye after some small talk and went to put your shoes on. 

“Have a good rest tonight, I’ll see you soon,” Jeno said as he opened the front door. You hummed in agreement as you gave him a brief hug which you two always did. 

“Alright, I’ll see you Jen,” you said as you tip-toed to give him a quick peck on the cheek, before walking out the front door. 

“See you baby,” Jeno called out one last time as he waved you goodbye. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched and waved until you entered the lift. He finally locks the front door and turns to walk back to his room. However, he can’t help but feel the stare from six pairs of curious eyes behind him as he walks past them. 

He turns to look at his friends staring at him, frowning before muttering out a confused “what”. 

“Did you just call y/n…baby?” Renjun asked with wide eyes, to which Jeno froze, realising that the boys saw the whole interaction and the two of you were too infatuated to even remember to keep up the “we’re-just-best-friends” act in front of them. 

“And did y/n kiss you on the cheek before she left?” Mark questioned when Jeno failed to answer the first question. 

“Trust me, they’ve done more than that-” Jaemin began to say as Jeno’s fight or flight kicked in and he tackled Jaemin on the sofa to cover his mouth before he splurts out anything else. But Jaemin has exposed enough to send Chenle cooing and Haechan frantically asking when this even fucking happened. 

Jeno spent the next two hours sitting on his living room floor, getting interrogated by his friends. Half of him wants to punch himself for letting the act collapse in front of his friends like this. But the other half of him was glad it was finally out. With how he couldn’t stop himself from smiling when he told the boys about you to how happy the boys were to see the two of you finally get together despite all the teasing, Jeno was the happiest he has ever been in a while. 

Who would have guessed that Jeno would be lucky enough to be in love with his best friend? And how extremely lucky it was that the stars aligned for him, that you too loved him back. Many would see this as the happy ending to a beautiful fairytale. But for you and Jeno, this was just the beginning of an incredible love story.

#happy birthday jeno #423 #nct jeno #jeno au #nct dream #j0hnj4ej3n

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hi <3 my semester has finally ended and i'll begin writing to upload again once all my submissions are done and i'm back from my grad trip 🤭🤭 anyways!

why is na jaemin always up to NO GOOD??!!!?!?!!! good god, when i saw this today, all i could think of waS HOW BADLY I WANT TO BE TRAPPED IN AN ELEVATOR WITH HIM PLSPLSPLSPLSPSLPSLSPLS OMG he's giving me terrible thoughts I WANT HIM SO BAD

#i want you na jaemin !!!! #na jaemin please #just one chance pls #bOY I WILL KISS YOU! #crying real tears #he is so sexy im crying

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"oooooh baby baby baby it's our song, c'mere" you giggled at your boyfriend, mark's, current state. four homemade cocktails and 2 playlists later, mark was in a fuzzy mood, dancing to every song that came up. you got up to join his swaying figure, "since when is this our song markie?" roy orbison's pretty woman played softly in the background. mark grabbed your hand slowly spinning you before you stopped to face him, his hands landing on your hips, "hmm, maybe not our song but definitely your song baby, cause you're my pretty woman." mark wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down to snuggle his face into your neck, he sang softly to the song, his breath tickling you. "pretty woman, yeah, yeah, yeah, pretty woman, look my way, pretty woman, say you'll stay with meeee" you chuckled at his singing, knowing that he was dedicating it to you, "mark lee, you are such a lover boy." he lifted his head from your neck, letting go of your waist, using his hands instead to move all of your hair from your face to plant a soft kiss onto your lips, "for you baby, of course i am, you're made for me."

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caught in the rain ( jaemin ) genre : fluff word count : 0.9k summary : your plans with jaemin change due to some gloomy weather

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“yaaah! go, go, go!”

jaemin’s voice bounces off the brick alley walls as you two try to escape the sudden heavy rainfall, hopping over puddles as if you were avoiding landmines in a battlefield. rain falls from the sky angrily, but you both giggle joyfully, finding your situation reminiscent of a rom-com you once watched. jaemin reaches back for your hand, not daring to leave you behind, and tucks you under the side of his jacket.

you two were off to visit the park and take photos together, but you hadn’t made it very far from home before the sky opened up, dampening your plans — and yourselves, of course.

after finding solace on the porch of your apartment complex, you admire jaemin’s (now drenched) appearance. droplets of water form constellations in the dark fringe that hangs in front of his forehead. you watch as one trails down a strand of his hair, eventually falling onto his nose then pooling in the dip of his cupid’s bow. you think he looks gorgeous, and by the way his eyes take you in adoringly yet speechlessly, you know he feels the same about you.

“rainy day in today then, yeah?” he smiles.

after shuffling off your squeaky shoes at the door, you gravitate toward the space heater, wasting no time to seat yourself in front of it and absorb its warmth. jaemin hangs his coat on a clothing rack to dry before he catches a glance at you, chuckling as he finds your crouched form adorable. he grabs a throw blanket from the couch and stretches it across his arms-width, wrapping you in it from behind and squeezing your shoulders gently in a hug.

“you warm enough, love?” he frowns, concern evident in his tone. you're sure he can feel the slight shiver dancing over your body.

“i’m okay, jaem,” you assure him, leaning back into his embrace. “how are you, though? you took most of the hits from the rain out there.”

“had to keep my angel dry,” he assures with another squeeze around your shoulders. jaemin stands, leaving the blanket draped around your shoulders. he wipes a few stray raindrops off his neck and cheeks and you spot the dark splotches of water that paint his clothing.

it's almost ridiculous how handsome he still looks despite the downpour he was caught in. he shakes his head and combs his fingers through his hair, styling it almost flawlessly, as if the rain was a professional hair gel product.

“i’ll go get us sweatshirts, yeah? then let’s cook something to warm us up," he suggests.

jaemin retreats into his room and reappears with two of his crewnecks. still sitting on the floor, you look up at him with doe eyes. he leans over you and motions for you to raise your arms, cooing at you, then pulls the sweatshirt over your head. jaemin loves to treat you like royalty, performing even the smallest acts of service to make you comfortable. and it makes you melt every time.

once he throws on his own sweatshirt, he takes your hands and lifts you to your feet. together, you pad into the kitchen, splitting apart only to gather the various ingredients and utensils you need to make your favorite stew. you're filling a pot with broth to boil when jaemin snakes his arms around your waist, pressing his body to yours from behind and lightly kissing the sensitive area on your collarbone.

“i’m sorry we didn’t get to go to the park today, baby,” he mumbles into your shoulder. once he notices you’ve set up a cutting board on the counter for him to help dice the vegetables, he detaches himself from you and begins working promptly.

“we can always go another day,” you smile, bumping his hip with yours as you let the sound of chopping fill the space between you.

after a few moments, you notice the sound get significantly quieter. with a quick glance up, you notice jaemin has stopped cutting the vegetables to stare at you. his eyes are wide and the corners of his lips are pulled upwards in an adoring grin.

“jaemin, you’re going to hurt yourself if you aren’t paying attention,” you scold him earnestly, but your cheeks still heat up with his unwavering gaze.

“i’m being careful, i just wanted to look at your face,” he hums. “you look so cute when you’re focused.”

finishing the meal preparation with a blush painting your cheeks, you set the table and light a few candles while jaemin separates the steaming stew into two dishes — he always insists on being the one to plate your meals.

you never notice, but every time he secretly gives you a bit more, always wanting to make sure you’ve eaten enough.

sweet talk and the heavy rain thumping on the windows make up the soundtrack to your dinner. jaemin’s hand rests on your knee while you enjoy your meal together, and you feel so at peace in your kitchen — the warmth radiating between your loving gazes is enough to make you forget about the cold, gloomy weather outside.

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[10:12 PM] | Mark Lee

summary: fluff, drabble, mark loves it when you wear his clothes. wc: 200

“Mind if I borrow your shirt?” You ask, already putting it on because you know Mark never minds sharing anything with you. You get your head through the neck hole fast enough to see Mark nod his head as he makes his way off the bed and towards you. “Cute.” He says quietly, as if only talking to himself.

The ends of your hair were still stuffed into the shirt and he takes it upon himself to gently pull it all out, tucking a few strands behind your ear. He tugs a little at your collar, “Did you take your necklace off?” 

You didn’t remember taking it off but you scan the room looking for it when Mark sees the gold chain peeking out underneath his shirt. “Found it.” He says, pulling out the ‘M’ necklace that he bought you for your first anniversary together. He toys with the pendent for a second before his eyes meet yours again. You’ve been with him for so long but his stare still manages to make your cheeks hot. He smiles and his eyes make their way down to your lips, pulling you in close so he can show you just how much he loves seeing his girl in his clothes with his initial on her necklace. "My girl..." He whispers in between his sweet kisses.

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a/n: thanks for all the love on my first post!! ❤️ i hope you enjoy this jaemin blurb :)

✧･ﾟ: *✧*:･ﾟ✧

it had been such a long day - you had woken up extra early to deliver a gift to a client, had back to back meetings all day, and had started to feel sad that you hadn't seen your friends in months. it didn't help that you were checking the clock every 5 minutes, just waiting to go home to your jaemin.

when you got home, you could smell your boyfriend cooking up your favorite dish. you rounded a corner to see jaemin in a loose t-shirt and sweats cooking in the kitchen.

"oh babe you're home?" he turns and smiles at you before leaning down to give you a peck on the lips.

you only hum in response. jaemin grabs your face and tilts it up so he can get a better look at you. and since he can read you like a book, he could tell you were so tired and having a bad day. he kissed you again, deeper this time, before ushering you to sit at the dining table.

he brings the food over and you eat in silence. you enjoyed the silent company with your boyfriend, and you liked that you both didn't feel the need to fill the silence.

as you finish up, jaemin grabs your plates and starts to load the dishwasher. you get up and try to clean up with him but he hogs the sink, preventing you from doing any work. instead, you stand behind him and wrap your arms around his torso. you nuzzle your face into the warmth of his body and try to relax from the chaotic day.

however, with the rush of thoughts and emotions from the day, you can feel yourself starting to get emotional. jaemin finishes the dishes as he turns around in your arms and looks you in the eyes. he thinks you're so cute when you get sulky, but he also felt horrible seeing you so distressed from work and life.

he pulled you into a hug and rubbed your back, "it's okay, you can cry."

you started to cry then, shocked (but also not) at how well jaemin knew you and understood you. he continued you comfort you by kissing you on your forehead, rubbing your back, and whispering words of encouragement and comfort in your ear. things like "you're doing amazing", "you work so hard, you're allowed to take breaks", "i'm so proud of you", “i love you”.

in moments like these, your heart swelled at how you could feel jaemin's love for you. with all your past relationships, you felt like a burden and always questioned whether or not they really loved you like they said they do. but with jaemin, you never doubted whether or not he truly loved you. you could feel it everyday from all the little things he did for you - cooking for you when you got home late, cleaning the apartment when it was a mess but you were too busy, making sure you took time for yourself everyday.

as your tears started to subside, you finally felt yourself relaxing and starting grow tired. you get ready to go to bed then, showering off the day and running cold water over your face to rid your puffy red eyes.

it was only 8pm, but as you laid in bed in jaemin's arms, you completely knocked out. jaemin didn't want to wake you because he knew you were exhausted from the week, so he tried his best not to move as you slept on his chest. he was still pretty awake so he turns on the tv in your shared bedroom and watches his show on silent with captions as he continues to rub your back and brush your hair out of your face so he could see your sleeping and relaxed face.

in moments like this, his heart hurt from how much he cares for and loves you. he couldn't help but think he had to be a better boyfriend and support system for you. little did he know, you thought he was already perfect and him being there for you day in and day out was more than anything you could've asked for.

✧･ﾟ: *✧*:･ﾟ✧

a/n: sorry this turned out so sad 🙁

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sorry, no post this month but.... bruh... come on

I WANT TO AANG AANG HIS JIDDIES 🤪🤪 but also, i just want to lay on his chest and fall asleep ☺️ omg PLS JUST GIVE ME ONE CHANCE TO LAY IN YOUR ARMS NA JAEMIN!!!!

#j0hnj4ej3n #na jaemin please #i want you na jaemin !!!! #JAEMINNN AAAAAKKKK

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jaemin loves taking pictures. you always plan dates with the most beautiful views just so you can watch your boyfriend photograph the scenery. you both had gotten dolled up and ready to go visit a new museum that opened up nearby, jaemin had packed the new camera you had gifted him for christmas. when you got to the museum you would point and oou and aah at the paintings telling him "nana come look take a picture of this, isn't it nice" but he would just snap a quick picture and continue on. for the next couple of paintings you brought his attention to he would react similarly, you were slowly growing worried that the date was not as exciting for jaemin as you had planned it to be. when you had caught him sitting on a bench looking through his camera you couldn't help but ask, "did you get anything good, cause you didn't seem too interested in the paintings?" jaemin let out a laugh knowing that you were referring to his disinterest in the museum, "actually, i got exactly the pictures i wanted to take" he hands you the camera. as you look through each photo you see yourself, smiling at the different paintings, in funny poses trying to snap the right picture with your phone. "but look, this ones my favorite darling." when you look it's a picture of you putting your hair up, the hair tie held between your teeth, arms stretched back to collect all you hair. you couldn't help but blush, it was an awkward picture but when you look up jaemin's eyes are filled with love. jaemin loves taking pictures, correction, jaemin loves taking pictures of you.

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8:45

jaemin heard how you were walking around in the kitchen probably gathering everything for the breakfast. he quickly got up thowing the shirt he was wearing yesterday over his head as he stumbled into the kitchen with haf opened eyes.

''good morning darling, im sorry i must've woken you up go back into bed'' carefully flipping the eggs in the pan while jaemin snug up to you, hugging you from behind while kissing your neck softly. shivers ran over your body, goosebumps forming on your arms and neck as his arms hugged your upper body tightly not letting you go.

“you could’ve told me you were going to make breakfast, i wanted to help you princess” he stated as he took the pan from your hands before pushing you to the side with his hips. jaemin always wanted to help you, never lets you do anything on your own especially when he can be there for you and take some work off your hands. he loves cooking for you or helping you clean.

“baby you didn’t have to” looking at him with a small pout before walking over to the table to set it up with knifes, forks and plates. he never hesitated when it comes to you and he would do anything to make you happy. you’re his favorite person on earth and he loves you to death.

jaemin finished up the eggs and threw bacon into the pan frying it to perfection while you sat at the table looking at him in awe. it always fascinated you how much jaemin did for you and how you loved his love language. he loved gifting you personalized gifts or taking you out to eat. small things like brushing your hair in the morning or taking you out for a road trip, just the two of you.

“cmon baby you spaced out food is ready” he smiled at you before giving you a kiss on your forehead.

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Pauses, then says

You're my best friend

And you knew what it was

He is in love

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The airbnb you two rented was perfect. You can hear the buzzing streets of New York; the people, cars, and the establishments. You were never for noise but this is New York, there’s something enchanting and romantic about the city that even the busy streets of the avenue, you feel welcomed by it.

“Should we get going?” You turned around and faced Jaemin who seemed to be eager to explore the city. You two just landed from a fifteen hour flight with a short layover. It seems like jet lag doesn’t exist in Jaemin’s vocabulary.

“Can we rest for a bit? It’s two in the afternoon,” you complained.

“But you’re the one who fixed our itinerary! It says here that we’ll be exploring the area!” Jaemin explained. “Come on now! Let’s not waste our time chilling around!”

And there, he tried to pull you out of the room and it wasn’t until you objected that you wanted to fix your makeup when he let you go.

“I’m so excited!” Jaemin shouts, giving you a quick kiss before leaving you alone in the room.

You could only shake your head. Another antics from Jaemin that caught you off guard. It’s not like you’re not used to it but sometimes it does surprise you.

Especially when days before your flight, a wake-up call from your bestfriend showed you another side of your relationship with Jaemin.

“So you two are dating?” your friend says.

“Yeah, you could say that,” you muttered. Taking a sip on your iced chocolate.

“And you’re sure about that? Is it exclusively? or just you know, you two are just playing around?”

You weren’t offended by your best friend’s question. It was genuine and has hints of concern.

Truth to be told, you don’t know what to say to her. You and Jaemin never open up about your relationship. At first it was just blatant flirting, then came the dates and the intimacies. It was playful and you never questioned it because you thought that there’s nothing to worry about.

“And now you’re going to New York with him,”

You purse your lips before taking a sip once again, “I assure you that it’s nothing. I won’t let myself get hurt, you know that.”

Hurt. Sure, you feel like an idiot as you apply blush on your cheeks. You don’t know what to feel after that talk with your friend. Everything used to be a game for you, now that you realise that you flew a thousand miles away from your country with Na Jaemin, perhaps it’s something that you should ponder about.

You finished your makeup with lipstick and then proceeded to grab your small handbag where all your necessities are. You opened the door and saw Jaemin waiting for you, sitting on the couch idly.

“You look pretty,” He compliments.

“It’s just my usual makeup,” you shrugged, approaching him with a smile.

“I know,” he said, grabbing your left hand. “Wouldn’t let New Yorkers get you.”

You only laughed at his comment, trying to ignore the way your heart jumped out of joy. You tugged his shirt as a signal that both of you should get going.

Brunch at New York felt different. Everyone was in a rush, busy in their own world. You felt like it was only you and Jaemin who’s taking their time in this world. You two sat at a local restaurant and you took your time to order for both of you. Jaemin being impressed with your skills and small interaction with the waitress.

The food was great especially after you spent the last few hours eating plane meals. Both of you are stuffed but decided to buy coffee to energise your city tour.

You didn’t notice how long you two have been walking around. Going to local stores and tourist attractions that are filled with tourists like you. You kinda expected it especially when you two chose to go to New York during summer.

Jaemin seems to be in awe with the place too, his hands letting go of you whenever he takes pictures around with his camera — which happens often but you don’t mind especially when he tells you to pose for him.

“Your energy’s finally taking off,” you teased. Hours of walking, Jaemin becomes slow and rarely talks to you. That’s when you noticed that he’s become weary.

Jaemin only smiles, “I didn't think that walking around can be exhausting.”

“We’ve been walking for hours, Jaemin,” you pointed out. “The sun’s about to set, any plans for dinner?”

“How about we just go back to our place and order takeout?”

You only laughed, leaning against his shoulders, “I would love that.”

As soon as you open the door to your place and open the lights, exhaustion swallows you. The flight, the walk, and just being out in the city have consumed all of your energy.

“I heard pizza’s great here, do you want that?” Jaemin asked, scrolling through his phone.

“That would be great,” you told him before crashing to the long couch. You grabbed a couch pillow, and slowly you felt your eyes getting heavy.

Jaemin noticed that you drifted to sleep. He lets out a smile, before grabbing his camera to take a photo of you.

He then places his camera down and approaches you. Kneeling in front of you so that he can see you more clearly. Jaemin smiles, thinking how you look so calm and peaceful in front of him.

Jaemin brushes your hair. He noticed how some of your eyeshadow bleed on your tear mark, reminding himself that he should wake you up to clean your makeup. But not now, you look so peaceful and to think that you agreed to his wants, made him feel a hint of guilt for you.

He sometimes couldn’t believe it. Having you by his side, this trip to New York is one of the things that he wanted to do with you.

Jaemin knows that there’s a lot to talk about, maybe you two can finally open up about it here in New York. Maybe before you two leave, but for now he just wants to wander around the streets with you.

But for now, Jaemin stands up and kisses your temples, careful to not disturb you. He looks at you one last time, he pauses and there, Jaemin smiles.

He feels like an idiot. After all, what Jaemin knows is that he is deeply in love with you.

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forgetful

a/n: was supposed to be much longer but i couldn’t keep this to myself anymore. missed you guys <3 w/c: 2.1k words genre: fluff and angst, mentions of car crashes + hospitals, memory loss

jaemin na is forgetful. he forgets his keys at home when he’s supposed to serve as the designated driver, but you stick into his jacket pocket on your way out. he lays out a jacket for when it’s cold outside but he forgets it in his rush to catch the train to the city where he works, but you always manage to convince him to wear thick sweaters that day. he writes sticky notes upon sticky notes about doctor’s appointments, only for you to have to corral him into the car because he inevitably forgets. he forgets just how much of his salary he donates to charity every year because every time someone asks him if he would like to round up and donate, he always says yes.

needless to say, taxes are an obstacle to hurl past every year.

but the one thing that jaemin na will never forget is how much he loves you. in the way how he never lets you leave the house without a kiss to the forehead, even if the two of you are fighting. in the way he always somehow remembers to wear his favorite sweatshirt (for you; he always forgets to bring an extra for himself) when the two of you go stargazing for date night.

you asked him once, why he’s able to remember every single detail about you when he’s so forgetful about himself. he might not remember his PIN to his card but he most definitely remembers your exact order from dunkin - per your every mood.

and his response was when you knew that you made the right decision choosing him to be your person.

“i’d never forget anything about my person. forgetting you would be like forgetting how to breathe.” cheesy, sure, but you were drunk and so in love that it really didn’t matter.

so the shock when you get a call from the hospital three hours away when jaemin is traveling for a work event is almost unbelievable.

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if you have seen the 7dream film teaser... i just came on here to say that.... jaemin can fight me anytime. i'll let him win!

#jaemin please #just one chance #FIGHT ME #fight FOR ME #i want you na jaemin !!!!