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Jaemin+ vaulted lace

What a sensational title! This came so naturally and I had to stop myself from writing too much. I hope this fic is as decadent as the name is. Enjoy!

Vaulted Lace

Sugar Daddy au

Summary: Once you were Jaemin's babysitter. With two very successful, very busy parents, you spend a lot of time with him while he grew up. Now Jaemin was all grown up. Very successful and busy in his own right, you bumped into him after many years and more lifetimes apart. He had climbed his way to the very top and you had managed to hit rock bottom. So when he offered an arrangement that was too biased to you to be mutually beneficial, you couldn't make yourself refuse. Even if it ripped apart the image you held of him growing up.

WC: 2276

Jaemin parked his car in the usual spot, ignoring the anxious valet who was still staring. He had been surprised when Jaemin parked by himself.

But Jaemin wasn't in the mood to talk.

Once the engine was cut off, there was silence in the car. The brief silence allowed a sigh to escape his pursed lips, long and heavy. He took another moment to put the day behind him, gathering his thoughts for a quick review before he tucked his worries away under his seat.

He grabbed a bill from his wallet before getting out of the vehicle, tucking the object back into his jacket pocket. As he passed, Jaemim handed the nervous valet a tip to ease his worries.

The elevator ride up to the room felt longer than necessary and Jaemin could feel an exhausting mix of sleep and agitation clawing up his neck as the elevator slithered higher.

Jaemin knocked on the door twice, slipping his hands into his pocket and waiting. After several moments of no response, a crease set in his brows. Just as he pulled his hand out to rap against the door again, he heard the latch.

"Sorry. I didn't know when you'd show up. I was taking a shower." Her voice stumbled. Jaemin took a leisurely glance at her figure, taking in the ugly hotel bathrobe he had to traverse to reach her pretty face. Her hair was wrapped in a towel causing his lips to tug in a smile. Probably the first one he had all day.

"Can I come in?" He asked, finding a new reserve of patience in him after hearing her voice.

Her brows gathered together in clear confusion. "It's your room." She stated, stepping aside to let him through.

'Our room', he wanted to correct her. But his day had been too long to get caught up in this. He walked in, turning to face her just as she shut the door softly.

"I saw you at your office today." Jaemin said casually, hands returned to his pants pockets securely.

"My boss mentioned you dropped by. I didn't see you." She kept her voice neutral.

"I was on my way out." He turned to her, taking slow strides to trap her between the door and himself, "You were in a room with your manager."

Her bottom lip pursed as she bit down on it, certainly able to recall the incident he mentioned.

"How do you know it was my supervisor?" She questioned like it mattered. She knew why he was there.

"I asked." He took his final step, standing over her with a boyish grin.

After emerging on top of the tech world by selling his company for half a billion, there were a lot of whispers of what his next venture would be. Nobody would guess it would be an ad agency. Neither had her boss till Na Jaemin showed up with a deal.

There could be no visible reason he was willing to invest so much in an industry he had no experience in. Which is why she was grateful that their arrangement had continued to be invisible. After spending all day fighting her conscience, (Y/N) had decided not to bring it up.

"How was your day?" He hummed, his voice having the rare lilt that could calm anybody down.

"Great." She lied. He smiled because he knew the truth.

"Excellent. My day was terrible." He leaned in towards her. She took a shallow breath, expecting a kiss. Instead his forehead pressed against hers. Perhaps it was because of how unexpected the action was, but her heart began to pound loudly in her ears.

"You look exhausted." She agreed, taking the proximity and his closed eyes as an opportunity to get a look at his face. His eyes had sunken further in than the last time she had seen him, cheeks hollowing out like he'd been neglecting basic meals.

"I am." He conceded, a long sigh following his words. "So tired." A hand inched up her thigh, stopping at her waist. "Of everything." He sighed again.

"Me too?" She said to tease, to lighten the mood. Despite the twitch on his lips, the light didn't return to his face.

"Especially you." He whined, an old habit that came out in rare moments like this— unbelievably intimate moments. A pout formed of Jaemin's lips, making him look younger than he already was.

“What did I do?” She asked, the edge of her question dipped in humour. Instead of answering, he eyed the thick tie that held her robe together. He let the coarse material run between his fingers, toying with it without pulling at the knot.

“Did you get my present?” He mumbled, avoiding meeting her gaze. The moment’s hesitation in her voice was a loud message.

“Jaemin–” She sighed. Her tone was one Jaemin knew well. There was a time when she'd say his name the same way often. Like when he refused to come out of his room because his parents had decided a meeting was more important than coming for their son's track race. Or when they went on a vacation for weeks while leaving him with his babysitter.

The thought made him look up at her, fingers still playing with the tie. "Hmm?" He questioned.

"I appreciate your gifts. But I–" She sighed again.

"They aren't for you." He interrupted before she could say it. "I buy them because I like them. Because I want to see you in them." This time the pout that formed on his lip was involuntary.

"Yes, I know." She tried to reason, "But with this understanding between us. You paying my rent, I just feel th–" She tried to put her thoughts together.

"Hey." Jaemin smiled, reaching up to push her hair back and cup her cheeks. "You're worrying about things that don't matter. The money, the rent, the things. I do it because I like it. I like that it makes life so much easier for you and that I don't have to think twice."

He said the words so easily, holding it over her. If her circumstances were different she would have made the effort of pointing it out.

She gave him a smile instead, comforting and genuine. "In that case," She said softly, tapping against the knuckles he had wrapped over the tie. "Open your present."

The way his eyes lit up, made her laugh. The action was almost too innocent and endearing. He took a step back, grip tightening around the bow as his eyes fixed on her torso.

The knot tying the robe together came undone with a single tug. Jaemin audibly held his breath as the garment unfurled, hanging on her shoulders and exposing what was inside. Her breath hitched under his scrutiny and it was perhaps the only thing that excited him more than the view in front of him.

He had been right to pick the set he did. The creamy white lace was so sheer that it looked fragile against her skin. The flowers weaved into the material were of various colours and had made the set stand out to him amongst the others at the boutique. It was unique. Fragile to look at but mesmerizingly intricate. The thing had looked beautiful when he first saw it. Yet that felt like nothing compared to how it looked now.

"You are absolutely breathtaking." He whispered in reverence, hearing her stutter and knowing without looking that she was blushing. "So beautiful." He threaded their hands together to walk towards the edge of the bed. Without looking away, he sat down on the bed, pulling her closer to him.

With curious fingers, he traced down her front. Closing his eyes to relish the friction of the gossamer material against his skin. The material was so light that he hardly needed to imagine what her skin felt like underneath. He kept his eyes closed because he knew that the thin fabric didn't hide much.

"Jaemin." Her voice was soft, the sound so short lived that he should have missed the hint of arousal that trailed behind it. But he'd long memorised the different ways she'd say his name, each time filling the word with every intention she needed. This one he was still getting used to.

"(Y/N)?" He asked, looking up and putting his chin right below her chest. They looked at each other like that in silence and it was easy to remember when he used to do this. In a time that felt like a different life entirely.

When her fingers pushed his hair away from his eyes, Jaemin's eyes rolled to the back of his head easily. He felt the small chuckle she let out.

"You're so tired, Minnie." She told him. Jaemin pouted at the nickname, the old term she would use. He wanted to tell her to stop using it because it made him feel like a child again.

The word brought memories back like when he was beaten up at school.

It reminded him of how he couldn't fight back, frozen because he had barely touched puberty and was unaware of the irrational aggression that came with it. He held back till he got home, hoping, praying, that nobody was home to see him like this. In truth, if his parents had been home he could have easily slipped their notice. But upon arrival he was disappointed to find his babysitter.

Her concerned questions made him angry at first, not used to it. He tried to dodge the questions, to just run to his room but a hand on his wrist stopped him. When he jerked it off, he expected her to take offense and drop it. But (Y/N), he would come to learn, was just as stubborn as he was. If not more.

"You don't have to tell me. Just sit down so I can clean up your lip." She wasn't asking and Jaemin conceded with a nod.

He watched her as she cleaned every wound on his face. While (Y/N) was barely in high school, at that moment she felt like a sage. With every wince that came from him, her brows twitched. Concern, he realised. She was concerned about him.

The thought stirred his gut and Jaemin found himself recoiling from her touch, desperate to escape to the solitude of his bedroom.

"Minnie–" She whispered when he refused to sit still. The way she said the word, with concern, twisted his gut further. "Let me take care of you."

That was the first time he had cried in front of (Y/N). The fear he felt from the punches, the helplessness he had in the face of the older boy, the anger from having been weak, all of it came out with his hot tears. She sat in judgement free silence while he told her.

The other instance that reminded him off was less than a year later, when Jaemin came home with bruises once again. By then he was used to returning home to (Y/N) instead of either of his parents. This time the worst of his bruises were on his knuckles because he had finally punched back.

His sense of victory had been short lived because (Y/N) had looked more angry that day than she had all the times she had to clean up his defeated face. Instead of giving him comforting words, she had been silent while she cleaned him up. It had made Jaemin say harsh words that still stung him when he thought about it. Words he'd still give anything to take back.

That was the day their friendship had changed forever. Back then Jaemin was too young and angry to fight back. She quit a few months before leaving for University.

The memories lulled his nerves further, a gentle tug on his scalp bringing him out of his thoughts. Regret was always the most exhausting emotion.

"I've had a long day." He answered after a long pause. She hummed in response, avoiding talking about his work as much as possible. He mostly appreciated it, he just wished to have her ear sometimes. "Need you." He hugged her torso, the feel of his breath over the lace making her squirm. "Take care of me, (Y/N)." He wrapped his arms around her waist.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked.

Jaemin smiled, "You always know how." He closed his eyes, hands squeezing her closer.

(Y/N) dug her fingers into his scalp, massaging till he sighed and nuzzled his cheeks against her.

"Perfect." He breathed out with a sigh of relief that came from deep in his chest. (Y/N) smiled.

If there was one thing she was certain about when it came to Na Jaemin, it was that he was a simple man, sometimes deceptively so. He always wanted a grilled cheese sandwich with honey after school or work, and preferred it made for him. He didn't like drinking and hated that she did, something he tried his best to keep to himself. But perhaps the simplest thing Na Jaemin wanted was her.

Her hands moved onto his shoulders when his hands slipped inside the robe. The press of his cold arms on her waist made her wince, fingers digging into his shoulder.

"Sorry." Jaemin laughed. The relief the sound gave her wrapped around her heart, cutting off circulation. "Come here, I need you."

(Y/N) shivered as Jaemin slowly drew her into his lap. With his eyes fixed on her face, he slid his hands across her shoulders, pushing the robe off her.

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