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grasslandgirl · 3 years
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Galavant but it’s a DND campaign
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jaeminlore · 7 years
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Partners In Crime // Na Jaemin
Pt 1 Pt 2
the prompt: part 3 of the best friend!Jaemin au
words: 2212
category: fluffy fluff
author note: i know there are rumors of Jaemin attending the sm event or whatever and i hope that’s true bc i am drinking from a dried up well as a jaemin stan. anyway enjoy the last installment to this light-hearted trilogy~
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Taeyong sprayed antibacterial spray throughout his bedroom. His eyebrows furrowed from above the dark mask over his mouth.
Jaemin coughed from the place on Taeyong’s desk chair, swattimg away the scented spray, “What are you doing? You’re already sick.”
Taeyong pulled his mask down and sighed, “Well my spray smells like lavender and it’ll help me sleep.”
Jaemin frowned, “It smells like my grandma. Like my actual Grandma Na.”
Taeyong scoffed. “It smells nothing like your grandma. It smells like the soothing odor of the prettiest purple flowers. Also, your little partner in crime is coming over to help take care of me, since this is all you guys’ fault.”
“It was not our fault,” Jaemin clarified. “You shouldn’t have been around us while we were sick anyway.”
The front door could be heard from Taeyong’s open doorway, opening and closing with a loud creak. Jaemin turned towards the noise and there you walked in, a disgusted look on your face. “Why does it smell like Jaemin’s grandma in here?”
“I told you!” Jaemin mocked.
Taeyong threw an empty tissue box at him. “Respect your elder, honestly. You guys should make me soup.”
“I have homework,” you whined. “Why can’t you take care of yourself?”
“Consider this payback,” Taeyong said, sneezing into his elbow three times in a row. “I can’t even fall asleep so you guys have to entertain me. Also, you have to go to the store because I’m out of ingredients.”
“Fine,” you rolled your eyes and grabbed Jaemin’s elbow, pulling him up. “Let’s go get His Highness some soup.”
Jaemin followed you out of the room hurriedly. “Fine. Can we get some banana milk too?”
“It’s Taeyong’s money,” you answered quietly, “we can get whatever we want.”
The grocery store was only a few blocks away from Taeyong’s house, and so it didn’t take the two of you very long to walk. While Jaemin grabbed a basket, you texted your mom that you probably wouldn’t be home for dinner. Jaemin handed you his phone as well, “Text my mom, too. Tell her I’m staying over at Taeyong’s tonight.”
“Oh, it’s the weekend, isn’t it? I wanna stay over,” you answered as you texted Jaemin’s mom.
“Then stay and help me take care of Taeyong.” Jaemin shrugged.
“I have homework, though.”
Jaemin looked at you with a playful smirk on his face. “Like you’re going to do it.”
You pointed at him with a knowing smile, “You’re right.”
-
The two of you went through the store, grabbing different ingredients that Taeyong had written down for the two of you. Jaemin threw a package of cookies into the basket, along with a box of popcorn.
“Won’t Taeyong get mad if we spend too much?”
Jaemin shook his head and he grabbed your hand as the two of you walked down the frozen aisle. “Taeyong loves us, so he doesn’t care. As long as we’re happy and fed, Taeyong won’t mind.”
“You guys abuse Taeyong’s niceness,” you said.
Jaemin didn’t disagree. “Well he shouldn’t offer two seventeen-year-olds his debit card.”
You leaned into Jaemin’s side as the two of you walked, “Then… can we get ice cream?”
Jaemin laughed, “Taeyong’s going to kill us.”
-
When the two of you returned to Taeyong’s house, you agreed to go check on him while Jaemin put the groceries away.
“How are you doing?” You asked him as you checked his forehead temperature.
He looked at you with his handsome eyes. “Did you get the soup ingredients?”
“We did,” you said. “Now rest while we make it, okay? I’ll bring you your medicine then too.”
Taeyong pulled his mask down below his chin, “Thanks. By the way, if you guys bought anything extra I will cough on you two.”
“Us? Never?” You assured him with a soft pat on his shoulder before exciting the room.
-
“Bad news,” you whispered to Jaemin, who stood with his back to you as he boiled some broth for the soup. “We have to eat all the snacks we bought tonight because Taeyong said if we bought anything without his permission he would get us sick again.”
Jaemin’s lips tugged into a smile, “So you’re saying there’s no excuse and we have to have an all-nighter so we can eat everything before morning?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” you grinned back.
-
Taking care of Taeyong really wasn’t as bad as you two made it out to be. As soon as he took his medicine and ate his dinner, he had fallen into a deep sleep, with no evidence that he was alive save the soft snores emitting from his mouth.
Jaemin peeked into the doorway of his older friend’s room with you close behind him. “He’s asleep. Plan eat-everything-in-the-house is a go.”
You giggled mischievously as he carefully closed the bedroom door. “Let’s make ice cream sundaes first.”
“Then popcorn and a movie.”
“Then cookies for dessert,” you concluded.
Just the thought of all that junk food had the two of you lit up like Christmas trees. Most teenagers worried about their figures, or their image, especially when it came to what they ate and how much they ate. However, you and Jaemin had been friends since preschool. The two of you were friends during the awkward preteen years. You were no longer worried about what you looked like in front of him, and vice versa. You were friends with Jaemin when he joined his dance team, filled with an entire league of boys were like family. The two of you were only fourteen then, and you were afraid Jaemin would leave you. Who would stay friends with a girl when he had a bunch of cool brothers to look after and care for him?
He never left you. The thought never even crossed his mind, to be honest. The two of you were partners in crime, taking the world by storm in your own unique way. There hadn’t been a day when Jaemin hadn’t liked you. It started as a crush when he was twelve, and only escalated into full-blown adoration for you. How could he tell you? He had been hinting for the past few weeks, yet you never seemed to notice. He was too nervous to admit it to you because although the two of you could tell each other everything, what if you didn’t like him back?
Whenever he was alone with you, thoughts like this normally plagued his mind. Especially when the two of you were such a touchy pair, always holding hands or linking arms. He was very much enthralled with you in every way. Especially in the way you never cared about what others thought. It made being friends so much easier, since he had the same mindset.
You grabbed the pints of chocolate and vanilla ice cream that the two of you had bought, along with chocolate chip cookie dough, cookies, and popcorn. Jaemin grabbed two large bowls and serving spoons, ignoring his always imposing thoughts.
“Should we watch a movie?” you asked.
Jaemin set the bowls down on the carpet. “Let’s make a fort first. Then we can watch a bunch of cat videos.”
You agreed, “We have to be quiet though.”
The two of you galavanted throughout Taeyong’s house, hushed giggles filling in the shadows as you found stray blankets and pillows to decorate your plush castle with. Arms filled with quilts and throw pillows, the two of you hustled into the living room to set up your empire.
“I’ll be the king and you’ll be the queen,” Jaemin announced, grabbing the couch cushions and positioning them above you two. Once the two of you completed your giant fort, you settled onto the makeshift bed inside.
“We don’t even have crowns,” you argued, opening the vanilla ice cream and dumping it into one of the large bowls.
“Metaphorically,“ Jaemin huffed, leaning his forehead against your shoulder in annoyance. “Just hand me the chocolate ice cream.”
You obliged, handing the carton of thawing ice cream to him. “We should’ve gotten cookies ‘n cream.”
Jaemin was busy crushing cookies in his hands and sprinkling it over his giant bowl of chocolate ice cream. “We need some hot fudge, too.”
“And whipped cream,” you said.
Jaemin scooped a spoonful of ice cream with his serving spoon and shoved it into his mouth.
You laughed quietly as his cheeks filled up with the cold substance.
He suddenly winced and spoke through the ice cream in his mouth, “Brain freeze!”
“Sucks to be you,” you teased as he grasped for some kind of comfort. Finally, he spat the ice cream back into his bowl.
“Ew!” you turned away. “Why didn’t you just swallow it?”
Jaemin chuckled and wiped his mouth, “I was laughing too hard.”
“I didn’t see you laughing.”
“It was kind of hard to smile with a bunch of ice cream in my mouth,” Jaemin concluded with sass. “I can’t believe you didn’t help me.”
You grinned. “Oops.”
-
The two of you ate and ate, filling your guts until you could barely breathe. Even when there was still half of all the food left, the two of you were laying in the fort with stomachaches.
“Let’s just throw everything away. Taeyong will never know,” Jaemin said.
You groaned, “You couldn’t have thought of that before we had a cookie dough eating contest?”
Jaemin giggled, then stopped abruptly. “I’m gonna throw up if I keep laughing.”
“Don’t,” you begged. “Don’t talk about it.”
Jaemin turned on his side and placed his head on your collarbone. “I can’t move, Y/n.”
“Oh yeah? I can barely breathe.”
“But we have to throw the food away before Taeyong sees it,” Jaemin sighed.
“Rock, paper, scissors? Loser throws away the food.”
Jaemin took your suggestion by lifting his fist limply. After two scissors in a row, Jaemin finally chose paper. He groaned in annoyance, his breath tickling your skin. “I don’t want to,” he whined.
You rolled your eyes and pushed him off of you. “Let’s go together, then. We have to rinse all of the dishes as well.”
The two of you grudgingly got to work, the only thing keeping you motivated was the threat of what Taeyong would do once he found out. He surely wouldn’t cough on you guys: he was too sanitary for that. However, he would do something worse, like make you clean the dance studio every night or something else just as pointless and annoying.
Jaemin finished washing the dishes while you dried them and put them back in their places. Any food left over had been dumped into a trash bag, which was now tied up to conceal any evidence from peaking over the top.
“We did it,” you sighed, leaning against your best friend for strength.
Jaemin looked at the wall clock. “Yeah, and it’s two in the morning. We should sleep.”
“Okay,” you stifled a yawn into his shoulder.
The two of you crawled back into your fort and got into your previous cuddling position, only this time you were the one resting on Jaemin’s collarbones.
Half-alseep, Jaemin finally brought up what had been bothering him the whole night. “Y/n? Are we friends?”
You propped yourself up on your elbows, confused as you looked at Jaemin’s sleepy face. He was serious. “What do you mean? Of course we’re friends.”
“No, I mean, are we really friends? Mark said friends doing act like we do and I keep thinking about it. Aren’t we a bit more than friends? I mean we’ve always had this close relationship and we’re at the age where we can decide if it’s more than just friendship, but we don’t. We just go around living in this weird limbo between friends and partners and it’s confusing me.”
You smiled, your cheeks warming as he spoke. Suddenly, you leaned forward and kissed the corner of his lips quickly.
Jaemin’s eyes widened, before he broke into a smile. “You missed.”
“What?”
“You missed my lips,” and suddenly, he was back to his playful self, puckering slightly just to tease you.
“Stop,” you shoved him. “You’re so annoying.”
“You love me, though.”
You kissed his lips softly before burying your face into his chest. “Maybe just a little bit.”
Jaemin chuckled and grabbed your hand, squeezing it lovingly. “Love you too, girlfriend.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“You take the fun out of everything, Y/n, honestly.”
-
It was around noon when Taeyong woke up to find the two of you snuggled against each other amidst the blankets and pillows that had fallen down in the middle of the night. He kicked your sleeping bodies gently.
“What is it?” Jaemin groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Taeyong chuckled at the sight of you both, having already guessed that you had confessed to each other. “I’m proud of you, Jaemin.”
“What?” The younger boy blushed as Taeyong gestured to you, still sleeping with your arms wrapped tightly around his torso. “Oh… thanks.”
Taeyong nodded and turned to get up. Then, he crouched back down, “By the way, for future reference, don’t leave the receipt for all the snacks on the table.”
Jaemin averted his eyes in embarrassment, “Right…”
~the end~
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