Invisible String [2]
Genre: friends to lovers; slow burn; fluff
Pairings: Na Jaemin x Female Reader
Warnings: slow slow burn, denial, mild sexual content (18+), fluff
Notes: 13.4k words, song prompt was Lifetime by Ben&Ben, this is not proofread, forgive the errors I'll edit them next time ily
Synopsis: Na Jaemin had always been a friend, nothing more. But now that you've pieced together the possibilities of him having feelings for you, you begin to question whether you're ready to cross the line between friendly and romantic relationships. Is it worth it giving in a little more to his warmth?
[Part 1]
Wednesdays remind you of Jaemin, mainly because your female co-workers would excitedly talk about lunch at Nana's Cafe. You were determined to keep your distance until you figure out your own feelings so you found excuses not to join Jaehee and Yunseo.
"That's your best idea? Avoiding him?" Heejin jeered, tossing a peanut in her mouth.
"No. I'm not avoiding him, I'm just not seeing him. It's actually very natural. We rarely met in the first place."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you—" she raised her fingers to gesture a quotation. "'not seeing him'?"
You shrugged. "Because I'm trying to figure it out by myself first. I want to understand where I stand in this whole... thing."
"And then what?"
"And then I'll see where this goes."
Heejin scowled at you and grabbed the bag of peanuts you were holding. "And that's smart because?"
You let out a deep sigh and gave her a deadpan expression. "I wouldn't expect you to understand, but I'm not trying to be smart or anything. I'm just trying to be at peace while I figure out my own feelings. Seeing Jaemin won't help me with that, at all."
Heejin just scrunched her nose and nodded dismissively. "If you say so. But I stand by what I told you before. Just talk to him."
"Or," Seola began, just as she had finished talking to someone on the phone. "You do what feels right. It sounds cliché but it works. When you get to that point, you'll know."
Weekend came with a chance to relax. Your mother arrived early in the morning to tell you you're going on a camping trip. You had no idea how she even thought about camping but you assumed she missed your father. As a child you always went on fishing trips and when you stopped coming, your parents continued doing it. But today, your mother is packing your stuff for a camping trip in the mountains, which was different from the fishing she's used to.
"What makes you think we'll survive the mountains, mom?" you asked as you pulled out a pair of pajamas she stuffed in your bag. "I don't need three pajamas."
"Just keep it in there in case you need it," she insited, taking the pajamas from you and stuffing them back in the bag. "And there is no need for survival. It's a campsite with security and rangers patrolling. Don't be dramatic."
"How about food?"
"We can buy them beforehand, but I'm m sure there will be plenty of food."
"How about fishing?"
"I don't know how to fish, honey. That's why we're going to the mountains."
She made you carry everything into your car and kept nagging about leaving as soon as possible. She also made you bring your car because hers was just recently washed so you drove with feigned indignation from her snide remarks about your dirty car. It's not even dirty, she just disliked the covers of your car seats.
She fell asleep along the way and you figured it was because of the music she chose to play. They were old but you grew up listening to them so you enjoyed the ride too. An hour and a half later, you arrived at the first rest stop and she woke up looking suspiciously excited.
"Should we just go on? I don't think we need anything here," you suggested after asking her if she needs to pee and her saying no.
"No, wait. Let me just call someone."
"Who is it?"
She tutted and started hollering at you. "Are you in a rush? Just stay still and listen to me."
You scoffed. "Mom, you're the one who said we need to get there before lunchtime!"
"Why are you shouting?"
"Because you're shouting!"
"Shush, I'm talking to someone," she chided as the receiver of her call picked up. In a sweet voice, she greeted, "Hello? We're here at the stop. Are you still here? Oh, I see, you're taking a break. We're at the parking lot. She's with me in a hideous red car."
You scoffed after hearing her call your car hideous. Whoever she's talking to must be someone she likes, a friend or something. You looked around while trying to make sense of their conversation. As you did, a white SUV parked right next to yours and rolled its windows down.
"That's them!" Your mother excitedly tapped your shoulder. You saw Jaemin's smiling face looking right back at you.
You gasped and glared at your mother. "You invited Jaemin?"
"It's not just Jaemin. He's with his mother and father."
"Why would you invite them?"
"They invited me! Stop making a fuss and just greet them!"
You rolled your windows down and returned Jaemin's bright grin with an awkward one. He raised a hand to wave at you. The window in the backseat opened to reveal his mother.
"Y/n! Good to see you! Have you been well?"
"Yes, auntie! Good to see you too!"
She beamed wider. "I'm glad you could come. Ah, Jaemin brought coffee. Would you like some?"
You made a gesture to refuse but your mother loudly accepted. "We'd love some! Thank you!"
There was a few more minutes of awkward conversations in the car before both families agreed to proceed on the road. You let Jaemin's family lead the way while your mother happily sang along to the tunes of her old songs. You kept huffing until she finally acknowledged your distress.
"Can't you look a little happier?"
"No."
"Hey!" she scolded. "What's wrong? Did you fight with Jaeminie?"
"Jaeminie?" you exclaimed in disbelief. "Since when were you so close to call him Jaeminie?"
"Why? He's the same age as my daughter and I'm close with his mom. What's wrong with calling him Jaeminie? And what did he do to you?"
"Why would you assume he did anything to me?"
"Who else would you have problems with if not your friend?"
You just sighed and shook your head. It's impossible to argue with your mom, especially when she's too excited for something. Although it had always been impossible to argue with her because she always finds a way to win.
"Why? Just tell me what's wrong. We can cancel this whole thing if you're uncomfortable."
"I'm not mom. I was just..." you huffed, rethinking if you should tell your mom but since you already started, you decided to just let it out. "I was just hoping not to see Jaemin for a while."
"What happened?"
"I can't really sum it up. It's complicated."
"Then coming here was a good idea! You can talk and fix your misunderstanding."
"It's not a misunderstanding," you insisted but refused to explain it even as your mom tried to pry for more information from you.
Two hours later, and some pretty challenging uphill driving, you areived at the campsite. Your mother excitedly ran off to Jaemin's parents while you had to unload your stuff. The way your mother seemed to transform into some teenager around Jaemin's mom just made you shake your head. Both of them actually.
"Let me help you with that," you heard Jaemin say while you were unloading your trunk. You didn't notice him approach so now you're nervous but you tried to act like normal.
"Thanks," you muttered. There's not point in trying to pretend you don't need his help because you do. Your mom's bag was heavy and you don't want to go back several times. With Jaemin's help, the unloading was a one-way trip.
"You should have told me you were coming too. We could've driven here together," he initiated as you walked towards the clearing where you'll be setting up your tents.
You chuckled. "Yeah, but I actually got dragged here, so I had no idea you'd be here at all."
"You know what, me too. I thought it would be just us." He placed the bag on a tree trunk. "Don't you think our moms are getting too close? They're even deciding on things by themselves now."
You smiled at his sentiment. "I think so too. I wonder what else they're capable of."
Jaemin's father cuts in. "How about setting you up together?"
Both you and Jaemin looked at him with confused expressions. The elder man just laughed heartily and walked away. You both glanced back at each other and laughed.
"Old people are weird."
"Yeah but that's not a really bad idea," he replied so you raised an eyebrow at him. Jaemin just laughed and followed his father so you were left to your own thoughts.
"Ugh, their entire family is weird."
You didn't want to think they were actually serious about setting you up. Jaemin's dad must have been joking so was Jaemin. You hope he was but part of you liked the idea that his parents like you. A good relationship with a lover's family is a plus in your book.
"Pizza?" Jaemin offered, walking over to you with a box in one hand and a foldable chair on the other.
"Thanks," you smiled, taking the box so he could set up his chair next to yours.
"Having fun so far?" he asked after sitting down.
"All I did so far was drive, set up our tent, and sit, so no, not really."
Jaemin chuckled. "Well, the oldies are planning a barbecue party, so that might cheer you up."
"They are?" you asked, gleefully clasping your hands together.
"Yes. That's why were having mediocre pizza for lunch."
You smiled dreamily, already imagining the taste of barbecue made by Jaemin's parents. Their restaurant was famous for their barbecue and that has been your favorite vlever since you first tried it.
"How are you? I heard from Jaehee that you've been swamped with work lately."
"A little," you replied, remembering to thank Jaehee for covering for you. "Just work stuff that I can't escape from. I got the takeouts though, thanks."
"Glad you liked them," he said proudly.
You just smiled and ate your pizza quietly. It seemed like he caught on to your silence because he stopped talking and just ate too. You hated the atmosphere the situation was creating. Awkwardness is your pet peeve but you would rather swallow it than be the one breaking the ice between you and Jaemin. Right now, that's your best coping mechanism.
"I hope you don't mind," he prompted, making you glance at him. That was when you heard soft music playing and noticed the small speaker he placed on the arm of his chair.
You shrugged and quietly continued eating. The song wasn't familiar to you but it had a beautiful tune to it, something you'd find yourself listening to. More of the same songs would play and you're starting to get curious of each one but you couldn't bring yourself to ask him about them. You were determined not to initiate a conversation. But the fourth song was the last straw. You have to know what it was and have it in your playlist!
"Say, Jaemin," you blurted, glancing at him only to find him resting his head on the chair with his eyes closed. You pursed your lips, leaning forward to see if he's asleep, touching his arm ever so carefully. "Jaemin?"
When he didn't move, you realized he really was napping. You sighed and leaned back, enjoying the music and reminding yourself to ask him later. But the peaceful image of him won't leave your mind, so you took a peek of him again. Just one. It won't hurt. One peek was followed by another, and then another, and more until you eventually decided to shamelessly stare.
You knew Jaemin was handsome, he had always been. Back in high school, girls would swoon over him. You can't even count the number of times someone gave him gifts and confession letters, one senior even went as far as to write a confession song. At the time, you appreciated his good looks but being a friend that sees him on the regular, you didn't really lose your mind over his smile or his presence. Now, with all these conflicting feelings, you feel like you're seeing him in a different light. Not only are you seeing his actions differently, you're also starting to swoon over how handsome he is.
You sighed and sat back, shaking your head at yourself.
"Done admiring my beauty?" You heard him say so you sat up straight in surprise, pulse racing in embarrassment. He just chuckled and when you glanced at him, you realized he had caught your reaction.
"Very funny," you goaded, standing up and escaping into a hole—your tent.
When you zipped it up, you saw how he knocked on the fabric of the tent. "Hey, I was just teasing."
You didn't respond and just laid there, taking your phone out to surf the internet and pass the time. You didn't realize you had fallen asleep until your mother slapped your leg to wake you up.
"Mom!" you groaned, lifting your leg to stroke the part where she hit you. "Do you even love me at all?"
"I do that's why I'm telling you to get up. It's getting dark and we need to start preparing food. What kind of camping is spent sleeping inside a tent? You should be out there appreciating nature!" she nagged so you got up, begrudgingly leaving the tent.
You saw that she was right. The sun has started to edge down the horizon and under a tree a few feet from the tents, Jaemin and his family are preparing for dinner. You spared a few minuted to look decent before heading down there to help.
"Y/n, darling. Come taste this sauce," Jaemin's mom was beckoning you over with her hand so you headed straight to her. She took a different spoon and scooped up a bit of the barbecue dip for you to try.
"It's phenomenal, auntie," you chimed truthfully, showing a thumb up. "You always made good food."
She giggled and hit your arm affectionately. "Look at you flattering this old woman."
You just grinned and looked around. "Can I help you with anything?"
Your mom joined in at that moment, pushing you aside. "No, we'll take care of everything here. Go make fire."
"You can't even cook mom," you teased but Jaemin's mom was shooing you away too.
"Don't worry about us and go make fire. We'll take care of everything here," she insisted so you gave up and turned to the direction of the grill.
"How do I even make fire?" you mumbled to yourself, picking up a stick and poking the charcoal on the grill. "Ah, I need a lighter."
You turned to ask for a lighter but you bumped into Jaemin's chest, losing your balance on the rocks. He caught your shoulders just before you fell over, laughingly telling you to watch yourself.
"I got the lighter," he chuckled, showing you the object in his hand. You tried to take it from him but his hand flew upwards so you faileed to reach it. "I'll do it."
"Your mom told me to make fire," you insisted.
"Well, they told me to do it first," he grinned, gently flicking your forehead before walking past you.
You trailed behind him, awkwardly standing by while he attempted to light up the grill. It didn't even take him long and he never even needed your help so you were about to leave but he held your wrist to stop you. Your heart began to race as you looked down at your joined hands.
"Where are you going? We need to set up the table," he laughed, pulling your arm to the direction of the tents. He let go only when you reached the back of the tents where the cars were parked and you subconsciously touched your wrist where he held it. Opening the trunk of their car, he took out a small foldable table and handed it to you. "It's not heavy."
"Okay," you blurted, taking it in your hands. He pulled out another one before you made your way back to the grilling area. You watched him assemble the tables and helped when he asked for you. After a few minutes, the table had been set up and your parents are calling you over to bring the food.
"Race me to the grill?" Jaemin challenged while you were carefully carrying the tray of meat. He had a pot of what you assumed was stew in his gloved hands.
"No," you shook your head briskly but he was already starting to walk fast. "No, no, hey!"
You ended up racing with him anyway, laughing when he tripped on a small rock and almost spilled the stew. You won the mini race because he had to walk slowly after the trip.
"That wasn't a valid. The race was dangerous," he declared as he placed the pot at the center of the table.
"You lost to me, Na Jaemin. You shouldn't have challenged me if you're going to cheat," you fought back, sticking your tongue out at him.
"The pot was hot."
"And the tray was flat. The meat could fall any minute."
"Don't fight, children," your mother chided as she pushed between you with other dishes in her hands.
"Yeah, you should get along. Your parents are good friends," Jaemin's mom added. His father followed along, laughing heartily while giving the two of you suspiciously happy looks.
"Yes, good friends," your mom repeated before the two of them started giggling giddily.
You scoffed and sat on one of the chairs around the table. "Jaemin and I are good friends too," you said but your mother tutted at you.
"Good friends? Stop being good friends then!" she chided and you felt confused as to why she's suddenly snapping at you.
"You just told us to stop fighting!" you defended, glancing at Jaemin who has now begun grilling the meat with his father.
"Yes, don't fight. But don't just be good friends too," Jaemin's mom insinuated but whatever this code between them was, it totally went over your head.
The meal was nice and hearty, filled with laughter and random conversations that you enjoyed. It was different from when you gathered with your friends. The vibe is more familiar, in a way that it's warmer and cozier and more gratifying. It made your heart swell, especially since the last time you had a family barbecue was when you father was still alive. You're thankful for your mom who brought you along, and even more so to Jaemin's family who made you feel at home with their warmth. Having good food was a bonus too!
"How's work these days, y/n?"
You smiled at Jaemin's mom. "It's fine, auntie. A little tiring but but having a job is tiresome in itself."
"I assume so. I won't try to understand because I never had experience working for anyone," she beamed. "Do you ever get a break?"
"Sometimes," you nodded.
"Jaeminie, you should hang out with her from time to time. Show her a good time. She must be sick of just working every day," your mom told Jaemin who was sitting right next to you. The parents occupied every seat except the one beside yours, so you both ended up sitting next to each other.
"I'll try my best, auntie," he replied politely.
"Don't bother him, mom. He's busy too and he's been a good neighbour to me so that should be enough."
Jaemin's mom shook her hand at you. "That's not enough. You two should get out often. Eat outside, have a day-out, or something. Go on camping trips like this."
"Just the two of us?!" you blurted, surprising everyone, including Jaemin who was just about to put some meat on your plate.
The older ladies exchanged looks and giggled. You scoffed.
"Mom, I don't think that's appropriate," Jaemin stated and you nod your head at him in agreement.
"Well then, make it appropriate!"
"Yes!"
"That's not how friendships work, mom. You can't just make it appropriate," you said, quoting in the air.
"Find a way. I'm sure there's something you can do."
You sighed, taking a bite and surrendering from the challenge of arguing with your mom.
"They're telling you to date," his father declared and the cola Jaemin was drinking ended up choking him. He choked so hard, he could barely breathe and the only thing you could do to help was stroke his back and offer him some water. All the while, the parents watched and his father laughed heartily.
"Honey, you can't just jump into them like that!" Jaemin's mother chided softly. "Look, he was so shocked, he's almost dying. We agreed to take it slow."
"Mom," Jaemin chided softly, coughing as he turned tk you. "Ignore them."
"Don't ignore us! We're serious!" your mother argued. You rolled your eyes at her.
"We're grown ups, mom. Who we date is our business," you declared sternly, hopefully putting an end to the topic. But your mothers can't seem to stop talking about it.
"I thought they liked each other," your mom asked.
"That's what I thought too. Jaemin seemed to care for her a lot," his mother added. "Did we read into it too much?"
"Mom, I'm working on it," Jaemin sighed, making you glance at him with wide eyes. He just smiled at you before turning to his parents. "You don't have to intervene. I'll take care of it."
Both of your mothers started teasing you and giggling amongst themselves. You just sat there quietly, staring at your food even when you can feel Jaemin's gaze boring right through you.
You sat on a tree stump by the cliff, staring at the wide scenery in front of you. The air was cold and breezy, blowing in one direction so you had to tie your hair up. Your jacket was thick but your exposed hands were cold due to the air. You kind regretted leaving the bonfire, but the teasing was starting to get to you and you just wanted to get out of there because you knew they wouldn't stop.
"You alright?" came Jaemin's voice, handing you a mug of warm coffee that you accepted after muttering a thanks. He sat next to you. "Mind if I sit here?"
"Why would you tell them that?" you asked straight, giving him a serious look that he noticed right away.
"Because it's true," he replied and you were satisfied that he understood what you meant.
"What do you want from me?" you asked without missing a beat.
The nervousness disappeared from his face, replaced by confusion. "What do I want from you? Nothing. What do you mean by that?"
"Why are you doing this? You're too nice. You're too considerate. I've racked my brain the whole time trying to convince myself that you're just being a nice guy. But then you say things that don't make sense."
"How do they not make sense? I was being honest."
You sighed, frustrated by the whole beating around the bush. "Do you have feelings for me? Do you like me or something?"
"I do."
You laughed derisively, feeling stupid for being confused all this time. "That's all it took for you to admit that? Why didn't you just say that from the get-go, then?"
"How can I? You looked at guys and gag! You even told a classmate that he's gross for asking you out," he clapped back.
"That was in high school! I was fourteen and— wait. You liked me since high school?"
He just shrugged, looking away while stifling a smile.
"No you don't."
"I do." He sighed. Now he's the one frustrated by your cluelessness. "I know it's hard believe but it's true. I liked you all these years. It was a just a crush. I had no plans to pursue it especially after we became close friends but I liked you. Of course we drifted apart after high school and of course I had my eyes on other girls. I dated some of them too. But then I saw you again and maybe it was the nostalgia. Or the familiarity. Or maybe because I liked you for a long time but when you came here, I realized I still have those feelings for you. You've gotten more beautiful, a lot smarter, more mature, but you were still you."
"If you didn't want to pursue me because we're friends, why are you doing it now?"
Jaemin sighed and took a good look at you for a good minute. "Because this time, I thought everything's gonna work out. I'm in love with you, y/n and I'm willing to pursue the possibility that we could be something more."
You sighed, feeling the adrenaline die down as you walked towards the edge of the cliff, holding on to the high railings. You looked into the horizon and quietly lamented on your thoughts. You had no idea how to react to his confession. He seemed nonchalant about it, almost too confident. You wished he would act properly, like he meant what he said. You wished he would show it to you instead of just saying it and leaving it at that. But then again, he had been showing it to you all this time, you were just preoccupied with the thought that he was just being friendly.
Jaemin followed you, standing right next to you and looking at the side of your face. "I'm sorry if I confused you. I thought I was being clear. And I'm sorry if you felt like my attention was so sudden. It doesn't really feel that way to me because I've been doing it all these years. The only difference this time was I got rid of my self-restraint. I thought it won't be necessary to tone it down since I'm ready to commit to it, anyway. I had a feeling that it would work out somehow, so I'm trying."
You felt his hand on your arm so you looked down at it before shifting your gaze to his face. He gave you an uncertain smile and you wondered if it was worth risking your friendship for this.
"Well," you began, sighing as you glanced at his hand on your arm again. You let it stay there, seeing how it seemed comfortable resting there, like it belongs there. "I'm not really sure how to react about this yet, so, I'm gonna need time to think about this."
Jaemin's smile became wider, reaching his eyes. "You can take your time. I'm not forcing you into anything."
"Thanks, Jaemin," you smiled back.
It was mid-Autumn when it came time for Jeno's wedding. Jaemin was dressed in a neat navy blue suit when he knocked on your door. He had a black turtle neck underneath it and a necklace with a tiny sun pendant. You tried not to check him out. Even his good looks felt different now. Everything else just turn into blurs when you look at him. He just glows differently now that you had both talked about his feelings for you.
"You do what feels right. It sounds cliché but it's the truth. You'll get to that point and then you'll know when it feels right." That is what Seola told you when you sought their advice. You are living by it now. So while you still haven't decided on what to do with the complex feelings between you and Jaemin, you opted to let him be his usual self around you.
"Shall we?"
"I need just three more minutes," you replied briskly, running back into your bedroom. You hastily put on a pair of earrings and double-checked your makeup look. You also checked your purse for anything you might have forgotten. And then when you finally came out, you looked around the house for your phone and found it on the sofa. "Sorry. I was at work and forgot the time."
That was a lie. You arrived from work long ago and you spent one hour on your hair and make-up and another one hour to pick out the perfect dress.
You watched him walk straight toward you, eyes looking anywhere but your own. You suddenly felt conscious but you were rooted in place and couldn't move. "What's wrong?" you asked as he inched closer.
"Your dress is unzipped," he replied. You felt your face flare when he said that and remembered you had a hard time zipping it and eventually gave up to finish your makeup first. You were embarrassed, but turned around anyway when he offered to zip it up for you.
"I couldn't... I couldn't reach it," you stammered your excuses, worried about what he thinks but he remained quiet. His touch on your clothed shoulder was brief, but it sent a surge of electricity through your body that you knew was caused by your hyper-awareness of your proximity.
"You're missing a necklace." He commented and you instinctively placed a hand on your neck.
"Oh. I couldn't pick the right one," you replied and then felt him place a necklace around your neck and lock it in place.
"Let me see?" You turned to face him as you also looked down the necklace dangling around your neck. It was the sun necklace he was wearing just a while ago. He lifted your chin to meet his eyes and he smiled as he held your gaze. You were sure he didn't mean the necklace at all when he said, "There. Beautiful."
He told you to relax before you left your apartment. You were visibly tense and you don't know if Jaemin even knows he's the reason. It's kinda annoying.
The hall was almost full when you got there. After giving your congratulatory money, you were guided to your seat and you found your other friends there.
"You look gorgeous," Hyuck commented as soon as you sat next to him. "You even came in matching outfits, wow. You should have picked me. We'll look good together like that."
Once again, you and Jaemin were matching clothes but you felt it was unnecessary to explain that it wasn't intentional so you didn't and just exchanged smiles with him.
"They've always looked like a couple," said Eunbi, one of your close friends in high school. "They're always wearing matching accessories and outfits back in high school. I'm still mad I lost the bet. We were so sure that you two would end up dating, if you weren't already."
"You assumed that just because of clothes?" You quipped.
"Honey, it's rare to just sync perfectly with someone. Not only that. He was so nice to you, it was difficult to say there was nothing special going on. You might have not dated at the time, but I'm sure Jaemin liked you or something."
You couldn't refute it, especially now that you knew Jaemin did have a thing for you back then. He just confessed all of it to you and now you are realizing that you missed all the signs that glared right at you. The topic shifted to Seola who just arrived and receieved a shower of congratulations from the table.
When the wedding ceremony started, you were in awe with the grandeur of it all. The food was excellent too. After about thirty minutes, it was time to take pictures and you were invited to the platform with all of your friends.
The wedding ended after that and Hyuck managed to gather your common friends for some drinks in a nearby barbecue restaurant. There were drinks and grilled beef and it came as no surprise for anyone on the table that Jaemin was grilling the meat. Of course you noticed how he grilled meat continuously and stacked all of it on one plate for everyone to share but made sure your own plate right next to him was filled on the regular. You would tug on his shirt to make him eat and he would heed your plea, sitting back down for a moment to eat while the meat was grilling. In between conversations, Jaemin would ask you if the food was good or if you need to refill your cup. If it wasn't for his confession, you'd see this as his usual kind self. But now you need to keep reminding yourself that he may be kind but he is not as attentive to everyone as he was with you all the time.
"So, Jeno. And then Seola. Who's next?" asked Eunbi, making you look around the table to think about her question.
"Probably Jaemin and miss class president. They were lovey-dovey all night," Sucheol teased, one cheek full of food.
"They would need to date first before they can talk about marriage," Hyuck quipped.
"What? You guys aren't dating?" Sucheol exclaimed, brows furrowed in surprise and confusion. "You look like you were!"
Jaemin reached on the grilling plate on their side of the table and started flipping the meat. "Pay attention to the meat and stop blabbering! Your food is burning and it's thanks to Sucheol."
The topic was shifted to Sucheol's clumsiness and you thanked Jaemin for taking you out of the hotseat. He cutely scrunched his nose at you before nudging your shoulder affectionately.
After the mini party, Jaemin drove you back to your apartment. Thankfully, he didn't drink too much. You weren't drunk either but you certainly had a few shots of soju. Maybe it was the liquid courage that made you ask him, but now that you've let it out, you didn't regret it.
"When did you start liking me?" you asked when he turned off the engine in the parking lot.
Jaemin glanced at you, evidently surprised by your question but he just chuckled. "When you first walked into our homeroom."
You rolled your eyes at his nonchalance. He didn't even stop to think about it. "You're so cheesy."
"Why are you getting mad? You asked me a question and I answered it," he chuckled and you got even more annoyed because you knew he was teasing you on purpose.
When it seemed like you won't be speaking again, Jaemin laughed and continued. "I kinda hinted onbit over time. But then you said men are gross so I backed out. I still tried to show you that I like you, though. But you obviously missed it because eventually, you started dating Jeno. So I stopped."
"How was I supposed to know you were giving me the special treatment? You should have used your words!"
Jaemin grinned, unbuckling his seatbelt. "I'm a shy guy."
"No, you're not." You took off your seat belt too and got ready to leave the car but the doors were still locked.
"The feelings came back when I saw you at your father's funeral, y/n," he confessed and suddenly, you felt nervous. "At first I thought I just felt bad for your loss and got it confused with affection but I couldn't stop thinking about you even after months had passed."
You remembered your father's funeral. Your friends were there. Your relatives family's friends were. Your teachers and friends from Seoul. Even friends that you stopped seeing were there. But all of them left after a while. Every single one, except for Jaemin who sat right next to you, clutching your cold hands tightly to keep them warm. He stayed even when you never once acknowledged his presence, overcame by immense grief that you couldn't even bring yourself to care about the world around you. Jaemin stayed that day and the next day and the next, until you were able to take your first rest and sleep. Until you were able to cry for the first time since your father passed away. Until you have sent your father to his final destination. You remembered that after a week, you sent him a cake to thank him. You had no idea why you chose a cake, you just wanted to thank him in any way.
"I started following you on your social media accounts hoping I can get updates on how you were doing. I tried messaging you several times but I was too shy to send them and I don't know what to say too. So I just interacted with you in our group chatrooms. You were rarely there so that was kind of a bummer. I went looking for you when I went back home too, but we never really crossed paths," he continued, smiling fondly as he reminisced. "Then I saw you here. And I was so sure that it wasn't pity. It really was affection."
He fell quiet after that and you literally had nothing to say. When he glanced at you, you noticed his movement so you glanced back at him too. When he smiled, you flashed an awkward grin as a response.
"Let's go?" he invited and you nodded. You were quiet the whole walk and even during the elevator ride, not one sound came from the two of you. But when you reached your door and he bade you goodbye, you grabbed his sleeve and asked if he wanted to come in.
You had no idea why you invited him in, it just felt right at that moment. But now, as you sat in the living room with him, you were regretting the invite and is looking for an excuse to send him out. The Nat Geo on your TV wasn't very loud and you could hear the pounding on your chest. Jaemin soon noticed your unease and prompted you.
"Do you want to kiss?"
"Sorry?" you asked, unsure if you heard him right.
"Do you want to kiss?"
You didn't even hesitate at all when you said, "Yes."
He made a move to close the distance between you so you closed your eyes, thinking this would be the kiss but it didn't happen. When you opened them, he was staring at your face at an alarmingly close distance. Smiling, he said, "Here I come."
The first kiss was brief because he was checking to see your reaction first. When you made no sound or movement to protest, he kissed you again, this time deeper, longer, just pressing firmly and sending warmth through your body. When you reached for his cheek, his hand found the back of your head and held it in place before he started moving his mouth over yours. Kissing him didn't feel forced, nor did it feel awkward or messy. You didn't even need to take a few trial and error to practice your rhythm. Kissing him came so naturally that you felt as though you've known his lips for a long time. When he slipped his tounge between your lips, you opened up for him without ahy hesitation. In no time, you were making out on your sofa, a little tipsy on soju but drunk on his scent and warmth.
He stopped when your hand trailed from his neck to his chest. He looked into your eyes, smiling as he tucked a few strands of hair behind you ear. "Are you okay?"
You bit your lip, craving for more but too nervous to continue. "I don't really want to hook up or anything."
Jaemin chuckled, "We won't silly. We're just kissing." He kissed your forehead before moving away. You grabbed his arm just as he was letting you go and he stopped in his tracks, surprised by your boldness. You were too so you shyly pushed his arm back. He laughed and reach for your hand, pulling you close to him and tucking you between his arms. You rested your head on his chest as his hand gently stroked your shoulder. It felt comfortable in his arms. His fresh smell and steady heartbeat was lulling you to sleep while Nat Geo continued in the background.
"Don't you need to get changed," he softly whispered in your ear as sleepiness threatened to drag you to dreamland. You stirred, slowly rising to your feet as you headed for the bathroom. You stripped out of your clothes and washed up. Cold water on your face definitely helped wake you up a little. After making sure you've erased all your make up, you clumsily slapped on some skincare products before wrapping yourself in your bathrobe and stepping out. Jaemin was still there and he looked away from the TV when you opened the bathroom door.
"You should get some rest too," you told him and he gave you a nod in response before taking a deep breath and rising to his feet to turn off the TV.
He walks to you and you met him halfway, looking up at him as he placed a hand on your shoulder and the other on your cheek. "See you tomorrow."
"You can stay, you know." You don't even wanna know where the courage came from, but what has been said is done. He just laughs though and says he literally lives one door away. You would have insisted, but you felt shy and just looked away. Jaemin noticed this so he lifted your chin and told you you don't need to do this just because he likes you. "It's not that... I... I want you to stay."
"You want me to sleep over?" he inquired, making sure he was understanding you perfectly.
"Yes." That was all he needed to hear to agree.
He said he need to go to back to his place and change so you agreed. You wondered if he'd come back and thought it would make things easier if he didn't. But a large part of you wished he never left at all so you don't have to worry about him not coming back. You were in the middle of this mental ordeal when he rang your bell and you basically flew to the door, pausing for a moment before opening the door so you don't appear overly eager. He was changed and washed when he appeared, a big smile on his lips. You smiled back and invited him in. As you were heading to your bedroom, you saw him sit on the sofa and yawned while stretching.
"Aren't you sleepy yet?" you asked wondering why he was still sitting there.
"I am. Terribly."
"Then why are you still there?"
Jaemin understood that you want him in your bedroom and he was surprised. "I can't go in there."
"Oh. It's okay. I don't mind."
Ever so perceptive, he walks to you and held your hand. "I can't sleep on the same bed with you because I'm a man who likes you."
"You don't have to feel bad about it. I invited you in. You're not forcing me to do it." you explained but Jaemin still shook his head.
"I would love to but I'd really rather not. I don't trust myself and we're not really in an official relationship yet so even if you allowed me, I would hate to disrespect you like that."
"I see."
He cupped your face and patted your head before telling you he'll see you in the morning. You told him the sheets are in the cabinet and he can help himself. Then you went into your bedroom reeling in extreme embarrassment because it seemed like you were too eager to get in bed with him. You didn't sleep properly that night, just thinking about the whole encounter.
The truth is, you're done contemplating. Ever since the camping trip, you've spent days thinking things over, weighing pros and cons, and just deciding on what to do. You are now sure you liked Jaemin too and you'd love to be in a relationship with someone like him. These past days, you kept thinking of ways to bring it up but nothing seemed to work and you often ended up with more dillemmas than answers. Today, after everything he said, you figured this was the right time, that you would regret it if he left tonight without telling him your feelings. But at the end of the day, you still chickened out, totally embarrassing yourself than clearing things up for good.
On the other hand, Jaemin was lying on the sofa, watching a movie on your TV. Sleepiness escaped him right after you left and he was contemplating which one was the bad idea; declining your offer to sleep in your bedroom, or sleeping here at all. It troubled him that you're right inside the room, so close yet he can't even reach for you. But it was true that he doesn't want to disrespect you by doing inappropriate things with you while you weren't together yet. Kissing you made him want to punch himself already although he loved every second of it. Now, he considered it a guilty pleasure.
He sighs as he remembered bits of memories of you. He remembered when you first came into the building. You were distraught the last time you met, but you were still pretty. Now you're even more beautiful and his heart started feeling like a teenager again. At your housewarming, he was wondering what he can bring and found a stash of freshly-made side dishes from his mother. The night progressed quickly and he was on hyper-alert while you leaned over to him, seemingly unaware of your close distance. It didn't help that Hyuck kept pushing you until you were flush against him. You smelled good and looked cuter up close. When he went home, Hyuck asked why he was going out again so he explained that you need help cleaning up. "Liar. You just want to spend more time with her."
Well, Hyuck wasn't wrong, but it was true he really wanted to help you clean up. Things never got better since then, instead his feelings keeps growing stronger for you and it seems as though fate keeps bringing you together.
He sighed for the hundredth time, not even understanding the flick on the TV anymore as thoughts of you filled his mind. As the main leads on the TV kissed, his mind fluttered to the sight of your bare back that morning, the feel of your skin when he put the necklace on for you, and how the lipstick shade you wore earlier matched you so perfectly he had to keep looking away or he'd pull you into a kiss. Then he remembered kissing you; the addictive feeling of your soft lips and the sensation it engulfed him in that felt like a vice—forbidden but good.
"Hey." Your voice made him jolt and glance your way briefly before struggling to change the channel of the TV that was flashing an intimate scene. He fumbled with the remote and ended up increasing the volume as the woman on the screen moaned.
"Shit," he muttered just as he found the off button. You laughed at his flustered face, walking towards the sofa with a pillow in your embrace. He sat up to make room for you and you didn't even hesitate when you sat close to him and leaned on his chest. Jaemin panicked a little, masking it with a chuckle as he reluctantly placed a hand on your shoulder before rubbing it. "You okay?"
"How do you know you like me for real?" was your question. Jaemin geniunely did not know the answer so after a while of thinking, he just shrugged and said he just knew.
You hummed, nuzzling closer as you closed your eyes and inhaled his scent. "That's valid, isn't it?"
"I guess," he replied, pressing his cheek on your head.
"Good," you said. Jaemin sighed, relaxing into the position as his hand left your shoulder to caress your head. "It's good because I like you too. For real. I don't know how I know, but I just do," you added.
Jaemin smiled to himself, his hold of your head getting tighter as his heart evened its pace. "That's valid, isn't it?" he asked back so you smiled, eyes closing as you fell asleep.
"I guess." Who knew that the reason you couldn't fall asleep will also be the solution to the problem?
"So, how would you feel if I ask you to be my girlfriend?"
You chuckled sleepily, eyes still closed but his questioned sounded ridiculous to you. "That's not how you get the girl, Na Jaemin."
Jaemin laughed too. "Would you like to be my girlfriend, y/n?"
You smiled, looking up and kissing his cheek. "Let's get to bed, Jaemin."
You woke up in your bed the next morning, the other side was empty but it was warm, a clear telling that someone was there before. You wondered where Jaemin was until the smell of food coming in through the small opening of your door permeated inside the room. When you rose from bed, you felt conscious of your face and your morning hair so you discreetly went out, sneaking into the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. You were in your tiptoes as you tried to go back to your bedroom but Jaemin called your name.
"Did you sleep well?" You stopped in your tracks, forcing out a grin as he smiled at you. He was setting food on the table and you approached because there was nothing else to do.
"Yeah. Did you?"
He grinned at you. "Best sleep I had in a long time."
You rolled your eyes even though it made your heart flutter.
"Sorry for going through your pantry. We both have work so I thought I'd make breakfast before we leave," he explained but you just waved your hand dismissively.
"Feel free. It's fine as long as I get breakfast made by my favorite chef." You saw how he stopped dead in his tracks while mixing the food he was cooking and his ears turned extremely red. You giggled contentedly. Jaemin just cleared his throat and continued his task. It's a bit forward, but it felt good to just be yourself around him, honest with no restraints.
Breakfast was hearty and surprisingly a lot just for the two of you. Jaemin encouraged you to eat a lot, putting more food in your bowl of rice.
"Do I look starved? Why are you giving me so much food," you complained, putting the eggrolls back to the plate.
Jaemin just placed them back on your bowl. "Just eat. Breakfast is good for you. I have reason to believe you skip breakfast every morning."
"What reason?" you asked, taking your chopsticks to your bowl to remove the eggrolls again.
Jaemin tutted and stopped you from taking the food out. "Just eat."
"So much for having a chef boyfriend," you complained, taking a bite out of the egg. Your eyes lit up when the taste filled your mouth. "This is good!"
"You like it? Great. Finish it so you'll have energy at work."
Jaemin was right. You mostly skipped breakfast and relied on sandwiches or the cookies he would give you when you go to his cafe. You rarely have time for it and even if you do, you hated eating bad food, which was usually the case with your cooking.
After breakfast, you and Jaemin cuddled on the sofa for a long time, giggling and kissing like teenagers. You stopped only when your alarm went off, signalling that it's time to get ready for work.
"Aw," you complained, nuzzling against Jaemin's chest.
"Come on, let's go. I'll come over after work."
"Fine," you sighed, standing up and trekking to your bathroom.
"Wait." He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a quick kiss. "Can I pick you up?"
"You never asked me that when you would go pick me up before."
He chuckled. "Well, I was trying to be cool that time."
"You can also drive me there, you know."
"I know, but I'm going out of town for a bit to buy some produce. I'll be back before you clock out though."
"Okay."
"Okay," he chimed, swooping in for another kiss. "See you later."
You walked him to the door before bidding him goodbye. He even stole another kiss before leaving and it made you chuckle. Yesterday you were still conflicted about the whole situation with Jaemin, now you can't even take your hands off of each other. You wondered if it was better if you had both decided to do this a long time ago.
"You guys are definitely dating," Jaehee noted when you all came down after work and Jaemin was outside the building waiting for you in his car.
Yunseo chimed in. "Totally."
You just chuckled. "We are."
"Really?" Yunseo exclaimed before her and Jaehee exchanged looks and shrieked.
"Shush, girls," you chided softly, bowing at the random people who were startled by the girls. "It hasn't been that long."
"Doesn't matter. It should have happened a long time ago!" Jaehee giggled.
You didn't notice Jaemin get off his car and make his way to you. "Hi, ladies."
"Hi, Chef Jaemin," the girls greeted while you were frozen because Jaemin just casually placed a hand on your waist.
"Did you make plans today? I can just leave you to it," he asked, turning to you for an answer.
"No, we're all heading home now." You turned to Yunseo and Jaehee who both nodded. "See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, see you! Bye, Chef!"
Jaemin tugged on your waist, gesturing for you to go get in the car so you followed his lead. As soon as both of you were seated, he leaned over you for a kiss. One that was long and strained, you could almost feel his frustration with the way he's pulling the back of your neck. You couldn't help but giggle.
"What was that for?"
Jaemin sighed. "I missed you."
You almost choked at his unbridled honesty so you cleared your throat and straightened up in your seat.
"And I was just making sure it's real," he added.
"What is?"
"All of this."
"We haven't done much as a couple yet."
"Yes, but it's kind of overwhelming to me right now. You know, dating you after a long time." He paused, reaching for your hand on your thigh and kissing your knuckles before intertwining them with his own. "It feels new but familiar too."
You cracked a smile, reaching for his cheek to stroke it. "I know. It's weird. But the good kind of weird. I love it."
"I love you," he said and that made you stop stroking his skin. "I have for a while now."
"How are you so quick to decide that?"
Jaemin chuckled and turned on his engine, not letting go of your hand. "I didn't decide it. It just happened."
The drive was smooth, filled with soft music from his speakers and casual conversations about random things. When he pulled over on the side of the road, you realized how long he had been driving so you looked outside the window to see that you've reached a hilltop. It was a popular spot that overlooks the downtown area of the city. If you go higher up, you'll be able to see a panoramic view of Seoul.
"Oh wow," you exclaimed, rolling your windows down to get a better look. "I've always wanted to come here!"
"Really? Why didn't you?"
You glanced back at him, also wondering the same question. When you realized that you actually don't know why, you just shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because I didn't want to come by myself?"
Jaemin grinned, turning of the car. "Well you're in luck. I'm taking you here on our first date," he said before getting off the car.
"First date?" the thought made your cheeks feel warm and you sat there feeling your heart pound wildly in your chest. When the door on your side of the car opened, you accepted the hand Jaemin offered you and let him lead you out.
The sky was clear and the air gave a cold chill that pierced your skin. But Jaemin's hand was warm so you inched closer to him, hoping to share his warmth. He noticed you nuzzling and pulled you by the shoulder so you're snug against him. Then he led you all the way into one of the buildings.
At the entrance, he told the staff about a reservation under his name. After a quick check, another staff came to guide you inside. A little walk, an elevator ride, and a staircase, you reached the rooftop restaurant of the place where you could see the cityscape. You gasped quietly, heading over to the banisters for a better look.
"What do you think?" Jaemin asked, standing close to you and placing one arm around your shoulders.
"I think it's cold," you giggled, pressing your body closer to his. He moved to wrap both of his arms around you until he was hugging you from behind. You looked up to meet his eyes. "But it's really pretty. I love it."
Jaemin planted a kiss on your forehead before letting you go. "Should we take a picture before we go inside?"
"Okay!"
He took out his phone and pulled you for a selfie. After snapping a few pictures of you together, you told him to stand there so you can take solo pictures of him with your phone. A few more pictures later, your hands were feeling the cold so you both headed inside the rooftop restaurant.
You scrolled through your gallery for the nth time today. Just over three months in your relationship and your camera roll is already filled with pictures of each other. Your roll mostly consists of handsome pictures of him but you know damn well he kept more of yours, even the ugly ones he would randomly capture when you're not looking or when you're doing something silly. It was annoying at first but he would always insist that he likes seeing them more than your decent ones. Even saying that it makes him feel like you're right there next to him.
You sighed, wondering if he's looking at those pictures right now. He had been gone for five days already, attending a training seminar for chefs in a far-away province by the east coast. When he first left, you told him you won't miss him that much. It's only for a week and ever since you started dating, you've seen each other every single day without fail. So a few days of being away shouldn't hurt, right?
Wrong. It hurts like hell. So you kept texting each other. It helps that you have all the time to chat and talk over the phone when you get home. He's learning a lot over there and you know that this will help him with his business so you were proud that he even registered for it. But now you kinda wished you never got him that registration form in the first place.
You sighed, closing your phone and putting it face-down on the desk.
Yunseo saw this and scoffed. "Woojin, how many times has it been?"
Woojin stirred in his seat. He had fallen asleep and panicked when Yunseo called his name. "Huh?"
"Eonnie has sighed for how many times today?"
Woojin swallowed and shook his head uncertainly. "I–I lost count."
Yunseo glared at him and grimaced. "That's because you're sleeping! You better not let Mr. Jung catch you!"
"There's nothing to do around here! We can't even leave!" Woojin complained, melting in his chair again.
Jaehee limply laid her head on her desk and sighed. "It's been three days without work. Are we getting laid off?"
Yunseo's shoulders sagged. "We might as well be at this point. Did XO Foods really pull out from the company?"
"No, they didn't," the voice of your Team Leader coming from the door made all of them sit up, except for you who's still staring at the window. "They're just being moved to another team."
Mr Jung paused when he noticed your dazed expression. "What's wrong with her?"
"She misses her boyfriend," Yunseo teased. Mr. Jung shook his head and dropped the folder he was holding on your desk. This made you jolt and look down at it, then look up at your Team Leader.
"Look alive team, we've gotten too good for XO Foods. We've been reassigned to ABC Company."
You gasped while the rest of your coworkers cheered happily. ABC Company is also a food brand but with bigger reach and influence over the market. Working to market them won't be difficult as they are already popular. It's extra workload to keep up with their popularity, for sure, but it also means a higher pay grade.
The good news cheered you up and your team went out to celebrate with some drinks and barbecue. After that, you arrived at your house late into the night, feeling tired but satisfied with how the day went.
You dragged yourself into the bathroom to take a long shower. The restaurant was a little humid so you were sweating the whole time and you would rather not sleep at all than go to bed feeling icky. After wiping yourself dry, you didn't even bother to wrap yourself in a towel when you stepped out. But when you rounded the living room, you heard the sound of glass falling on the floor and breaking. That startled you and seeing the figure of a man in your kitchen made you scream and crouch on the floor, aware of how naked you were and terrified of finding a stranger in your home.
"Get the hell out of my house or I'm calling the police!" you screamed at him but you heard his footsteps approach so you curled up and hid your face between your knees.
"Hey! Hey!" came Jaemin's voice. "Baby, it's me. It's just me."
"Jaemin?" you croaked, looking up at him. You felt something warm drape over you and found that he had covered you with his coat. "What are you doing here? You scared me!"
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. You kinda scared me too, coming out of the bathroom like that." He helped you up, wrapping you with his coat so you don't expose yourself.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming today?"
"Well, I did. I texted you that I was coming. I even called but you didn't pick up."
"I was in the shower."
"Yeah, I realized that when I arrived and the shower was running. I first thought you were still out so I just came straight here and then you..." he looked at the state of you and sighed. "God, you're driving me crazy."
"I'm driving you crazy? You're the one acting like some burglar and walking around with the lights off!"
"I wanted to surprise you! I didn't know you would walk out of the bathroom butt-naked!"
You laughed then apologized and stopped. But you couldn't help laughing again.
"What's so funny?"
"You are! You said butt-naked."
Jaemin scoffed. "You think that's funny?"
"No, just the way you said it."
"Oh yeah? I bet you think this is funny too," he said before grabbing a handful of your clothed ass and squeezing it. You shrieked and ran away. Hiding into your bedroom and locking the door. Jaemin pounded on the door. "I haven't broken down a door but I might try!"
You just laughed and got dressed quickly. When you opened up, he was grimacing at your fully-clothed appearance. "Go take a bath or something."
"Yeah, but I need my clothes," he retorted, gently pushing you aside to go to the closet. You're not living together yet, but he has slept over plenty of times that he now have clothes in your closet. You have a few clothes over at his house too along with some other stuff. He pulled a pair of sweatpants and a tshirt before leaving for the bathroom. In the meantime, you went to the kitchen for a drink and found a paper bag with a bouquet of flowers in it. You opened it and took out its contents one by one. The bouquet was small and came with a box of chocolates and a small velvet box.
You freaked upon finding the box. Wondering what was inside of it. Your mind was quick to imagine him proposing, then holding a wedding, and getting married, and all that stuff. You pondered on the idea of spending your life with him and contemplated whether you're ready to step into that phase of your relationship. Your mind went into a spiral of emotions while staring at the box but you dared not to open it, scared to confirm your suspicion despite feeling extremely curious.
Then you felt Jaemin's presence behind you before feeling the weight of his chin on your shoulder. His hair was damp against your cheek but you didn't mind. He took the box from your hand and opened it. You almost closed your eyes but it opened up quickly.
"Earrings?" you pointed out, touching the small diamond stud earrings.
"Yeah," he replied and you could hear the smile in his voice. "I saw Jaehee's post online. You were out tonight for a celebration. I don't know what it was yet but I would hate to come home empty-handed."
"They're beautiful."
"I picked them with you in mind," he said proudly. "A pretty last minute purchase but I took my time to find something you'd like."
You glanced back at him, your noses almost touching. "Thank you. For a second, I thought you'd propose to me."
Jaemin shrugged. "A little early for that, but I will eventually. Though it won't be like this."
You giggled. "Am I to expect something grand?"
"If I tell you, it won't feel as fulfilling as we hope it would."
"Hmm, that's fair."
You managed to convince him to let you eat a few pieces of chocolates before bed, though he never stopped reminding you to brush your teeth after. So you slipped one in his mouth to shut him up.
"Now you have to brush your teeth too." You stuck your tongue out while he begrudgingly ate the chocolate.
"It's actually good."
"Right?" you beamed, tucking the box away after taking one last piece.
Your bathroom was spacious but it felt cramped with the two of you in it. His hand was holding on the sink for support while you stood and stared at yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth. He noticed that and smirked.
"You like watching yourself brush?" he asked and you scowled.
"No, but where else would I look?"
Jaemin looked over his shoulder then back at you. "My butt," he said before wiggling his ass.
You laughed and cleaned your mouth before slapping his ass. "Stop saying butt. It sounds funny when you say it."
"Butt, butt, butt, butt," he teased so you went and grabbed his buttocks. He jolted when you squeezed it and he turned to face you. "Hey!"
"What? You did it to me first!"
He sighed and rinsed his mouth before putting his toothbrush away and facing you again.
"Did you even miss me at all?"
"Oh, I missed you a lot. But how are you back so soon?"
He leaned on the sink and pulled you by the waist so you were flush against his waist. "The seminar was only for five days. The extra two days is for sightseeing or going to markets but I don't think it would be fun."
"Why not? You like the market."
"I really just wanted to come home to you as soon as possible," he replied, lifting your chin and kissing your lips. "I missed you everyday."
"I missed you too, every single day. Five days felt so long. I wasn't expecting that!" you complained while Jaemin affectionately rubbed his nose on yours.
"Me too," he said before kissing you again, this time, he grabbed your waist tighter, pulling you closer as if your bodies weren't pressed against each other's already. With a swift movement, he lifted you off your feet and brought you back into the bedroom.
He sat with you on his lap, still kissing you with sweet abandon. You took the initiative to straddle his lap for a better kissing position. His hand travelled the length of your back, the other holding your head in place. When his kisses trailed down your neck, you felt goosebumps all over your skin that made you jolt a little, unintentionally bucking your hips against his crotch. Jaemin nipped on your skin but the gasp that escaped you made him suck harder. You let out a moan, amazed at how the pain clearly translated into pleasure. You found yourself grinding on his hips but as soon as you felt the hardness between your legs, you jumped off him in surprise.
Jaemin looks at you with half-lidded eyes, surprised but still a little drunk on the makeout. "What's wrong, baby?"
"Nothing. I'm... I'm just sleepy."
"Oh," Jaemin sighed, disappointment was evident on his face but he still smiled at you. "Okay. Let's get some sleep."
He opened up his arms to welcome you and you tried not to let your eyes wander on his crotch. You lay with your back facing him so he would spoon you and he did just that, kissing the back of your head before closing his eyes.
"Goodnight, Jaemin."
"Goodnight, baby. I love you."
"I love you," you echoed.
This wasn't the first time you backed out on the possibility of making love with Jaemin. Sometimes you think he had gotten used to it too because never once did he force you to do it. He doesn't even bring it up. You loved cuddling with him and you loved it even more when you make out. But having sex scared you as much as you craved it. You're totally not a 26-year old virgin, you've had a few experiences. But ever since dating Jaemin, you felt ashamed to share your intimate secrets with him. That was actually why he was so shocked to see you naked. He's never made you feel inadequate or insecure. In fact he always made you feel like you're the only girl he'll ever worship, the most beautiful of all. Maybe that's why letting him explore you to the very core scared you a little bit. He loves you too much that he thinks so highly of you. What if you disappoint him when you finally have sex?
Your thoughts were muddled the whole time you were laying there. You don't even know how much time has passed. His warmth was comforting behind you and his arm wasn't heavy at all. You thought this would put you to sleep like it always did, but right now your body wasn't just warm, it was hot. Jaemin's breath on your bare neck and the sound of his breathing wasn't helping your case. You forced your eyes close, hoping that sleep would just take over you soon enough but you remained restless, moving ever so slightly to make sure you don't wake him.
It must have failed because Jaemin eventually exhales sharply and pulled you a little closer to him. You shifted to find a better position but the movement caused your ass to brush against his crotch. You froze, feeling warmer where your lower bodies were barely touching than your back that was literally pressed on his chest. In an attempt to get your ass further away, you moved again, but this time, he pulled your waist and your ass was flush against his. He shifted a little, you felt his muscle getting harder until you were well-aware of its length. You pressed your ass closer to him, this time, intentionally. The contact made him jolt back and groan at the same time and you couldn't help but gasp and close your eyes at how good he sounded in your ear. Feeling bolder, you grind your ass against his erection again, making him buck away.
Then you felt his head move to kiss your ear as he whispered, "Naughty."
You felt shy and wanted to explain that it was an accident at first. But instead of that, what you did was grind your ass on his crotch again. He humped you back, pressing his cock on the crack of your ass. You felt wetness gather in your underwear as you tilted your head back. "Jaemin."
"Hmmh?"
Damn, even that sound was driving you to the edge. But you knew he wouldn't act on it. You knew he would never dare even if the tension was this bad. So you decided to plead. "I want you. Please?"
Your begging made him hump harder and groan a little louder as his hand that was on your waist moved to cup your clothed core. "Oh, baby. You're driving me nuts."
The only nut you wanted right now was his on your skin.
You woke up feeling sore, the spot next to you empty except for Jaemin's shirt which you knew he had discarded the night before. You grinned upon remembering what happened last night. You don't even need to look under the sheets to know you're still naked underneath it, except for your underwear. You grabbed his shirt and slid into it before leaving the room.
Like usual, Jaemin was in his spot at the kitchen, preparing a hefty breakfast. You were convinced he's motivated to fatten you up and you were sure you've put on a little bit of weight despite your efforts to exercise. He saw you and smiled but then he saw his shirt on you and smiled even wider. "Was your sleep good?"
You wrapped your arms around his waist as he finished transferring the food from the pan to the plate. "No. I'm tired." You followed even as he placed the plate to the table.
"Sorry. Was I too much?"
You shook your head. "10 out of 10, will do it again."
He chuckled and set the final plate on the table with you still attached on his waist. "You were too beautiful. I couldn't help it," he said before suddenly lifting you off your feet and setting you flat on the countertop. You shrieked and giggled as he looked up at you with a grin. None of you said anything, he just quietly looked into your eyes and studied the features of your face.
"What?"
"Good morning," he said before kissing you, deeply, passionately. Your hands found his neck and you made out on your countertop for a good minute before he pulled away first. "I made breakfast."
"I can see that."
"Can I eat you first though?"
You blushed and stuttered. "Hey, how are you like this already?"
"Like what?"
"Like this. Perverted and loud about it."
He just shrugged and pressed his erection between your thighs. The contact made you gasp. "I've always been like this. I was just holding back."
You rolled your eyes and tapped his shoulders. "Let's not let the food wait."
He flashed a naughty grin and cocked an eyebrow at you. "Oh? Does my food hate waiting?"
"Stop," you chided shyly, hitting his chest before getting off the countertop. "I'm still tired. Give me a break."
"Like, two hours?" he persisted, sliding on the seat next to you and leaning his head on your shoulder.
"Na Jaemin!" you scolded so he straightened up.
"Yep."
You just shook your head in disbelief. Now you understand why people said sex changes relationships. But you're not complaining because Na Jaemin is more obsessed with you now than he already was before.
[Fin]
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[SVT Imprinted] Jihoon: Scarred (Part 3)
Anonymous asked: Hi! I love your writing 💕 I was wondering, can we have a smutty Jihoon marking his gf for the Imprinted series, please? If you want, of course. Thank you 💜
Characters: Jihoon x female reader
Genre/warnings: werewolf au, angst, smut (angry sex, unprotected sex, fingering, fem receiving oral, light choking, hair pulling, marking), a lil fluff at the end
Word count: 3,220
Summary: Being too stubborn to ask Jihoon to mark you, you’ve been waiting what feels like forever for him to finally get the hint.
Tags: @psshwa @uglyratlmao @brokenbutchocolate @shra-vasti @killcomet
Unable to tag: @junuoyi
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You weren’t here for it all, but you’d heard the stories from the others.
Faye was the first to get marked. You figured it would be her since she was mated long before you even met Jihoon. She wasn’t even just marked in one place, she was marked in a few places at all times, which made you wonder if Wonwoo wasn’t as vanilla as you had assumed – and then you’d owe Soonyoung and Rini some money.
Then the two mated werewolves were marked. Jeonghan was the one sporting a mark first, two or three days before Aya was. Though, they seemed to be everywhere. You couldn’t see them when they were dressed and walking around the house, except the one ones by their necks, but you once went to a nearby lake to go swimming, and the two wolves were littered with marks.
Fourth was Juri, which sort of came as as surprise to you. Since she was the mate of the alpha, you figured she would’ve come after Faye, or maybe a little bit beforehand. But Seungcheol was a kind and caring alpha, and he seemed like the type to make it some big, romantic ordeal with flower petals and candles, so it did kind of make sense it took him a little longer. He probably kicked the pack out of the house, too.
Then it was Jaehee. You had to admit, you were jealous when you had noticed that Jaehee was marked before you. You were sort-of-kind-of friends with Joshua’s mate since the two of you came from the same pack before this one, and you were hoping you would’ve beat her to it. But she had two mates for a brief period of time, so you kind of understood that Joshua felt territorial, and probably impatient.
Kira was the sixth, and you were close to losing your mind. Not only was Kira your best friend, but the most vanilla wolf in the house – at least, that’s what you assumed – marked his mate before Jihoon marked you. Hansol was a baby, and he managed to mark his mate before Jihoon did.
It seemed like every other week, you were noticing a new mate marked; a new mate glowing with pride that they officially belonged to somebody.
Then there was you: unmarked. You could already hear Faye’s dumb impression of the “it’s free real estate” meme in your head, and it just made you want to punch her in the face. She was the first one marked, who was she to make jokes? You didn’t belong to anybody!
You knew you weren’t the only one unmarked. Areum amd Yerin had yet to sport marks, so you were at least thankful you weren’t the last one. You were wondering what the hell was taking Jihoon so long to ask, though.
Even as Jihoon rolled off of you, your bodies covered in post-sex sweat, you were still unmarked, and grumpier than you previously were. However, Jihoon didn’t notice since his eyes immediately closed, tired from what had just occurred. The whole thing was initiated because of your annoyance toward the marking situation. You were irritable, and easily provoked, so you argued with Jihoon over nothing, and that led to angry sex. Which was definitely fun but…were you marked? No. No, you were not.
“What were we trying to solve again?” Jihoon mumbled tiredly, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
You let out a deep sigh, “You didn’t make the bed this morning.”
“Oh yeah…” he hummed, not opening his eyes as his arm draped over your waist. “I’ll make the bed tomorrow.”
“Mm…” you rolled your eyes, but let the whole thing go.
You were too stubborn to tell Jihoon to mark you. You wanted it to be like everyone else where the wolf decided to mark you; you wanted him to ask you. It just didn’t seem good enough if you had to ask him. It wasn’t the same. It wouldn’t feel like he wanted to do it, it would feel like he just did it because you did. But you wanted him to want you.
Once you knew your mate had fallen asleep, you slid out of bed and put on some clothes before going to find the one person you felt like you could tell this to: Kira. While the two of you weren’t as close as you used to be due to the amount of people in the house with you, she was still your best friend, and you trusted her. You knew she would be able to help, and maybe even Hansol, too.
“_____, you have to just tell him how you feel,” she shrugged when you had explained the situation to her. “I know the wolves know us really well, but he’s not a mind reader. If you don’t tell if what you want, it won’t happen.”
“You didn’t have to tell Hansol,” you frowned, crossing your arms over your chest.
The younger girl just shrugged, “I also almost died – and no, that’s not me telling you to go get yourself killed. That already happened to you once, and we don’t need a repeat.”
“And yet, even then, he didn’t mark me…” you grumbled.
“Dude, I don’t know if you noticed this,” Kira began, “but Jihoon’s kind of, uh…not as affectionate and in-touch with his emotions as some of the others. He probably doesn’t realize how big of a deal this is to you, and he’s probably too nervous to ask.”
Jihoon had never come across as nervous to you. Even the first time you two had a real conversation, he had fucked you in a closet that same day. He was always the one up for challenges, and never backed down to anybody. How could he be nervous?
Then again, he wasn’t really affectionate toward anybody but you. Maybe all of this did have to do with him being scared to show that kind of affection. But still, you were his mate!
But you were too stubborn to tell him how you felt. You wanted him to just do it, but even when a week passed, he still hadn’t. After you got home from an especially stressful day of classes, all you wanted was to avoid everybody – specifically the marked mates – and go to your room.
However, the exact opposite happened as you walked passed the living room.
“Hey, _____!” Faye called, making you stop and back up to look at her.
She was sitting on the couch with a blushing Yerin beside her. Most of the pack was gathered there as they studied, watched TV, or did their homework – including Jihoon, who smiled at you when he looked up from his textbook.
“Guess what? Seokmin finally marked Yerin!” Faye cheered.
“Faye!” Kira groaned before quickly saying things to her in English that you didn’t understand.
Your blood boiled. Even the quietest, shyest mate got marked before you. This was the last straw.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you burst, tossing your hands in the air, and making Yerin shrink back into Faye. “This is bullshit!”
You threw your motorcycle helmet on the ground before stomping down the hall and up the stairs. The pack heard the door slam shut, shaking some of the frames on the walls as they just sat in stunned silence.
“What was that?” Seungcheol wondered, looking at Jihoon for an answer.
But he was just as confused as everybody else. “I…have no idea…”
The shorter wolf stood up from the floor and went to go find you, grabbing your helmet on the way. He opened the bedroom door to find you pacing the room, your face red with anger. You didn’t even look at him as he entered, so he just closed the door before placing your helmet on one of the nightstands.
“_____,” his voice was soft and quiet as he watched you seethe, “what’s wrong?”
“Why the fuck is everybody else getting marked?!” you demanded, continuing to pace, and not even sparing Jihoon a glance. “Like, Yerin? Seriously?! Ugh, Jesus Christ!”
“You…don’t want them to get marked?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow. “_____, it’s how werewolves show who belongs to them.”
You stopped, slowly turning to look at Jihoon. You were fuming at this point. He even knew why werewolves marked their mates, and yet he still never marked you. He didn’t get it at all.
“How dense can you be?” you asked slowly, your voice getting louder with every word.
Jihoon, like you, got easily worked-up, so your words angered him, “Okay, what the fuck is your problem?”
“You. Never. Marked. Me,” you stated, walking toward him, and poking his chest with each emphasized word. “I’ve waited for months. So what does that mean, huh? Do I not belong to you?”
“You do belong to me!” Jihoon insisted, running both hands through his hair and tugging out of frustration.
You pretended to search your skin for marks that you knew didn’t exist, all except one, “Huh, I don’t appear to have your mark on me, so by werewolf logic, I guess I don’t belong to you. The only mark I have, is this!”
You pointed sharply to your face where Jinsoo’s claw marks were forever scarred into your skin. Jihoon’s chest rumbled with a low growl as his eyes started to dot red, already knowing where this was going.
“Guess that still makes me Jinsoo’s!” you smiled sarcastically, throwing your hands out to the side. “My real mate refuses to mark me, so this is all I have! I guess I--”
Before you could even finish your sentence, Jihoon had you pressed up against the wall so quickly that it almost knocked the wind out of you. His hand was placed over your mouth as his red eyes glared at you.
“Do I need to prove that you belong to me?” he asked, his voice low and threatening as his free hand slid from your shoulder, down your body to your jeans to undo them. “Just like the first time, huh? Guess you didn’t learn then.”
His hand slipped into your jeans, pressing a finger to your clothed clit and quickly rubbing circles. You suppressed a quiet moan, but Jihoon could tell by the way your hands balled into fists at your side that he was doing something good. He smirked, releasing your mouth in exchange for lightly holding your neck.
Your words had his instincts to claim you running wild, causing his fangs to elongate already. All he wanted to do was mark that pretty neck of yours, but he’d save that one for last.
“If you want to be marked,” he began in a rough voice, moving both of his hands to take off your shirt, “then you’ll get marked.”
You pouted at the loss of contact, but your breathing hitched as soon as you felt his sharp canines grazing against your newly exposed skin. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him. His fangs moved down your neck, across your collarbones, down to your cleavage. As he sank his teeth into your flesh, one hand went back down the front of your jeans to massage the bundle of nerves, slightly distracting you from the burning pain the mark caused you.
“Ah--! Jihoon!” you gasped, biting down on your lower lip as the pain mixed with the pleasure his fingers provided you.
His warm tongue swiped over the mark, helping the healing process. But despite the soft gesture, Jihoon suddenly pull you away from the wall and pushed you onto the bed, causing you to land on your back before bouncing a few times. He took off his shirt and jeans as he strode over to you, licking his lips as his red eyes raked your body.
“Take your jeans off,” he demanded, undoing his belt.
“Can’t you--”
“Now.”
Quickly, you started pushing your jeans down before kicking them off your legs and onto the floor. That left you in your bra and underwear, most of your body exposed to your mate who was staring at you like a full-course meal. Through his red boxers, you could see the outline of his growing erection as he smelled the arousal pooling between your legs.
Jihoon wasted no time removing your panties that were starting to soak through before he was nudging your legs apart. He settled in the space between them, dipping his head down to kiss up the inside of one leg. His touch left goosebumps and made you shiver, and he took notice of that – nothing ever went unnoticed by him.
“When I’m done with you,” he began between soft kisses as his hand trailed up the inside of your other leg, “there will be no doubt in anybody’s mind of who you belong to.”
His fingers ghosted over your center as his lips got closer and closer to your inner thighs. As he inserted a finger into you, he let his sharp teeth graze against your skin once again. You let out a soft sigh, your eyes falling closed to enjoy the feeling.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered sharply.
Without hesitation, your eyes flew open, and you stared back at your mate who was already intently watching your face for any signs of discomfort or otherwise.
“Keep them on me the whole time,” he told you, his tone softer this time, but his stare was just as intense as it was before.
As soon as his ministrations lulled you into the security of pleasure, he let his teeth bite into the soft flesh of your thigh, causing you to gasp and grip is hair tightly, “Fuck! Jihoon!”
He pulled his mouth off of you, letting his tongue drag over the wound? “Did that hurt?”
You nodded, “No shit.”
He smirked, rolling his red eyes as he let his mouth drift toward where his hand was, “Yeah, that’s what happens.”
Jihoon’s lips attached to your clit, sucking harshly as his digit continued to thrust in and out of you, curling just how he knew you liked it. Your hands tugged at his hair as you struggled to keep your eyes on him, wanting nothing more than to drop your head back and moan out his name.
His eyes stayed trained on you, making sure you obeyed him. The last thing you’d want to do was piss of a werewolf that was already angry, and both of you knew that. Even you weren’t cocky enough to test Jihoon when he was actually angry.
His finger pulled out of you before he slid two in instead, curling them the same as he had before, and making you let out a loud groan. He smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing you. His chest rumbled, happy knowing he was the cause of making you turn to putty right before his very eyes.
As he brought you to your first orgasm, he let his fangs drag along your right hip, watching as you squirmed and fought to keep your eyes open. He growled softly as your moans got higher in pitch, and your hips rocked against his fingers. His thumb took over where his mouth had been as pleasure washed over you, causing you to groan out Jihoon’s name. He let his fangs pierce the skin of your hip, and you finally let your head drop back as your eyes closed in ecstasy.
Jihoon smirked, watching you come down from your high as his tongue lazily dragged over your newest mark, “You listened to me pretty well, huh? I guess you should get a reward for it.”
“Like what?” you wondered breathlessly, lifting your head just in time to see Jihoon stick his fingers in his mouth, licking your orgasm from them.
“Get on all fours, babe,” he smirked, playfully smacking your outer thigh.
You did as told, flipping over and sitting on your hands and knees. Jihoon tugged his boxers down, letting them settle at his knees. He gripped his fully-erect member in one hand while his other settled on your marked him as he lined himself up with your entrance. He teased your folds, smirking as he bit his lip when he heard your soft whimpers. Finally, he pushed into you, letting out a low groan of his own.
Jihoon gripped your hips as he slowly pulled back before snapping back in, “Fuck, you feel so tight.”
He didn’t give either of you time to adjust as he sat a fast pace for his thrusts, causing you to reach up for the headboard instead of gripping the blankets under you. One of Jihoon’s hands trailed up your back before it found its way to your hair, holding a large portion in his hand and tugging you backward toward him.
You reached back with one arm as your head laid back on his shoulder, your hands running through his soft hair. He used this opportunity to bite into your bicep, a growl ripping through his chest as you clenched around him due to the sharp pain. His other hand had wrapped around you, toying with your clit while keeping your back flush against his front.
“So tell me,” Jihoon began huskily after he licked over your wound, “do you think you know who you belong to now?”
“Y-yeah…” you nodded weakly, your eyes closing as the coil in your stomach tightened.
“I think you’ll need one more just to be sure,” he smirked, his lips moving right by his ear, his words whispered. “But you’ll have to cum for me to give it to you. Can you cum for me, baby?”
You nodded, whimpering as your orgasm was building quickly. Jihoon quickened his pace, letting his fangs scrape lightly across the skin of your neck and shoulder as he waited for the perfect time to bite. He could feel your thighs shaking, and he knew it would only take a few more good thrusts until you finally came undone in his arms.
Your toes curled as your jaw went slack, moaning out Jihoon’s name like a mantra. He bit into where your shoulder met your neck, causing the wave of pleasure to intensify. Your toes curled while your nails dug into his arms that held you up. Then he twitched inside you and released, groaning into your neck as his tongue lapped over the mark.
Instead of just letting you go so you could fall face-first into the pillows, he carefully pulled out – your body was incredibly sore from all the marks – and laid you down on your back. He sat on his knees, looking down at you as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Before, when you yelled at me about the bed being made…” he began slowly.
You shook your head while you tried to catch your breath. He smirked, rolling his eyes. He knew you weren’t the type to get mad about the bed being made. He also knew you were too stubborn to ever outright ask him to mark you.
“You’re the most stubborn person I’ve ever met,” he chuckled, laying down on his side and wrapping his arms around you. With a kiss to the top of your head, he smiled. “Don’t ever change.”
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