good morning! just wanted to do a quick reminder that sending in a request but then going "...but if requests aren't open then just ignore this!! :D" does Not make your request okay.
the least you can do is check BEFORE clicking that ask button. not just tag on some line at the end of your request without actually checking if my reqs are open first. you all say that you like my work, but if you appreciate and respect me that much, could you at least actually act like it?
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La La Love
Na Jaemin x Male Reader
In which Jaemin has a day off and decides to cram three dates into one
It’s an early dinner.
Barely half past five when the two of you finally set down your silverware as a sign that you were done. Still, it was a good break from all the walking and shopping you had gotten done earlier in the day. Exchanging gifts with Jaemin and dressing him up in all of the clothes you wanted—it was fun. You missed being able to be a normal couple—not worried about being recognized in public—or having to wait until his promotions and tour were over.
Jaemin was worth it.
Worth the months of waiting and longing. Worth the sleepless nights and lonely mornings wrapped in bedsheets that no longer smelled like his cologne from consistent washing. Worth the short phone calls and late replies to your messages. He was always grateful for your understanding nature—always apologetic when he finally had time to see you and have proper conversations about everything and nothing. It’s why he insisted on going out today.
“You’re not tired?” You slide your hand across the table, avoiding the drinks in the way as you place it on top of Jaemin’s closed fist. He relaxes his hand, turning it over to intertwine his fingers with yours. You let a small smile tug on your lips as you feel the heat radiate from him. He replies by shaking his head, squeezing your hand firmly. “So what’s next on the agenda?”
“Amusement park?” There’s a small grimace that covers your face for a split second—the thought of having to walk around again and feel obligated to get on rides with Jaemin left a funny feeling in your stomach. You thought he didn’t catch it—that he catches the smile you keep on your face as you nod enthusiastically. But he knows you better than that. He knows that your smile doesn’t reach your eyes when you’re not being genuine. “We don’t have to get on the rides or do anything too tiring. I was thinking that we play the games in the booth things and buy an overpriced funnel cake. Go home and crash, you know?”
“I’d like that a lot, Jaem.”
It was clear from the beginning how much Jaemin had planned for today. He knew which store to stop at for you when you went shopping. He knew just the route to walk to get free samples and just the drive to take when going to your favorite restaurant. What he didn’t plan was how invested he was in playing the booth games that were along the outside of the amusement park you frequented.
You watched as he shifted his posture, balancing the basketball in his right hand while squinting his eyes. He was at the final hoop—the tallest one along the end. You lost count of how many shots he had taken—how many small plushies he had won for you but he wouldn’t quit until he had gotten you the biggest one they had. You share a look with the employee, arms full of the bears Jaemin got for you from every booth there was. Finally, you see him take the shot—eyes wide with disbelief as it hits the net, barely missing the hoop. You shake your head at him lightheartedly, turning the ends of your lips down to greet him with a silly face.
“One more try.”
“Jaemin, do you even have more ca—” Before he lets you finish he’s already grabbing another ball, handing the employee one too many bills before absolutely winging it. He’s confident this time—full lips slightly parted and feet shoulder width apart when he makes it in. He turns to look at you, crazed eyes wide with excitement when he runs towards you. His arms bulge out of his shirt as he lifts you up to spin you. You make sure to tighten your grip on the plushies in your arms so none of them fell to the floor. “I love you so much.”
Jaemin carries your plushies the rest of the night, leaving you with the big bunny he won for you.
The two of you end up at a lonely food stall, sharing a plate of dessert that was long forgotten as you let Jaemin talk your ear off about his favorite stop. You loved hearing him ramble about his members—his thoughts—his favorite songs at the moment. Moments like these were the ones you loved looking back on when he was gone.
Calming, intimate and comfortable.
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