I want to request 00 line reaction to fingering you while you are both cuddling and watching a movie🥰
Renjun: Laying your back against his chest felt cozy. With your head on Renjun's shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, you nearly fell asleep. "Stay awake." Renjun whispered. Even that made you feel drowsy, his voice like music to your ears. "I'm trying," you said, yawning. "It's just so very hard." Silently, his fingers slipped underneath the waistband of your pajama pants. "What do you think you're doing?" you asked, spreading your legs to let him know he had your full consent. Renjun's hand cupped you like he was holding you in the palm of his hand. You hooked your legs over his and readjusted yourself. Renjun slipped your panties to the side, swiping his fingers between your labia. You squirmed from his touch and said, "Baby, you're hands are cold." Renjun took his hands from your pussy and placed his palm against his mouth, breathing on his skin to warm it up. Good and warm, he went back to what he was doing, slipping your panties to the side and playing with you. He avoided your clit, circling 'round and 'round, moving lower to gather some wetness, before teasing you again. You were moving your hips, desperate for him to slip his fingers inside of you, for the sensation to make your thighs quake. You whined, your eyes unable to focus on the movie. You kept watching his wrist sticking out of your pants and watching the bulge of his knuckles against your pajamas. "Do it. Do it. Do it." you found yourself begging. Renjun slipped two of his fingers inside of you, while using his thumb to finally brush against your clit.
Jeno: You shared the same couch, laying horizontally next to each other, with Jeno in the back and you in the front. He had one of his legs hooked over yours so you couldn't move, and his arms were wrapped around you. You liked when he was clingy, liked having these moments where you could rest, away from the world and in the quiet. "This movie is boring." you said. A laugh of relief escaped from Jeno and he said, "I didn't want to be the first to say it." You would have turned to him and asked what he wanted to do next, but Jeno had you in a position where you couldn't move, even if you wanted to. There was a brief silence where you could hear how heavy Jeno was breathing, before you grinded your ass against him and felt his lips on your neck. You went hot and heavy like that for a few minutes, both of you getting out of control, until Jeno took the next step. His hands were in your underwear, rubbing you softly, in a way that made you want to hump yourself against his hand. The creaking of the couch didn't stop you. You only lifted your leg up higher so that Jeno could finger you more easily, his digits inside of you, opening you up. You moaned, the sound getting stuck in the throat that Jeno bent over to nip. "Let's see how fast I can make you come." he said, his nose smushing up against your cheek. Jeno fingered you, not giving you a chance to catch your breath. And when you finally did come, he overstimulated you, torturously rubbing your clit in circles until you had to beg him to stop.
Haechan: He sat on the remote, not knowing that he accidentally paused the movie. Neither of you cared, your attention solely on each other. You made out on the couch, pushing yourself against his body, your hands moving dangerously lower and lower. "Why do you always do this to me?" Haechan said, tapping your bottom lip with his finger with every word. You kissed his neck until you heard him growl. "You're not doing this to me again." he said, acting angry. Haechan lifted himself up and twisted his body to look down at you. You filled his space on the couch, looking up at him like he meant the world to you. "I can't help myself when I'm around you." you said. Haechan looked from your lips, to your chest, and down to the spot you wished he would never look away from. You were so horny and wanting, your body on fire wherever he touched you. "Let's give you another excuse." he said. He leaned down and kissed the waistband of your sweatpants, pulling them down an inch when his kisses went lower. He stopped before he got too low, which made you want to cry out. Instead, Haechan touched you with his fingers. Slowly, at first, watching the way you reacted. He pushed one finger inside of you, then two, setting a pace that would make you wish he was filling you up with his cock. "How is this?" he asked. You nodded feverishly, gripping the couch cushion with one hand. "Moan my name." Haechan said, picking up the pace and fucking you with his fingers a little faster. "Donghyuck." you said, closing your eyes and arching your back.
Jaemin: "These sex scenes aren't even realistic." Jaemin said, watching them with distaste. On the screen, the man had the woman against the wall and was hiking up her skirt. "They never are." you said. Jaemin continued, really gearing up for a rant, "Where is the passion? They look like they can't stand each other." You watched him, your amusement clearly lost on him. "What?" Jaemin asked. "I'm right." You laughed, moved a little closer to him and said, "Maybe we should show them how it's done." Getting the hint, Jaemin kissed you, his mouth hungry. Really, you wanted him to push you up against the wall like the man in the movie, to show you that true passion can be done that way, but Jaemin was always more of a giver. He used his weight to push you back down onto the couch, his mouth moving along your jawline. "Do you think I can make you come before the scene is done?" he asked, his smile a little sick and twisted. You looked at the screen to see that the man was now taking the woman's clothes off using her teeth. "You could try." you said, knowing that following it up with a little cocky smile would make Jaemin give his best effort. He was in your pants in a flash, warming up your pussy with his fingers. Though his touch was delicate, Jaemin knew every spot you liked. He knew which pressure to use and how best to drive you insane with pleasure. He had you coming as the sex scene in the movie ended, your first orgasm leaving you hot and breathless. You tried getting up, hoping for more action, but Jaemin pressed you down. "Do you think I'm done with you?" he asked, disappearing between your thighs.
hallo ^^ i saw someone requested these prompts before but can I request for A48, F5, G43 but angst and for jaemin ^^ thank u~ and i really love your writings!
member » surgeon!jaemin x reader
prompt(s) » A48 “Wake up! Please don’t do this to me.” + F5 “I’m not leaving. Ever.” + G43 “Don’t let go.”
genre » angst, fluff?????
word count » 0.7k
warnings » —
a/n » i've been watching hospital playlist, so this inspired me LOL
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─
the sound of slow beeps was filling the silence. surgeon!jaemin passes the tool to the nurse, pulling away from the body with a sigh.
"we managed to stop the blood. good job everyone," jaemin says softly.
the sudden sound of his phone ringing distracts him. a nurse goes over to the container where everyone had put their phones in before entering the surgery room.
"doctor, haechan is calling," she says.
the nurse answers the call, putting the phone on speaker mode. she makes sure the volume is loud enough for him to hear from where he was standing.
"jaemin-ah, y/n got into a car accident. we just arrived in the hospital, where are you?"
jaemin's eyes widen in surprise when he hears your name.
"how bad is she?" jaemin asks.
"i don't know. someone took her to a ward. they told me to wait outside.
jaemin's breathing starts to get heavy, "okay, i'm coming soon. text me the room number."
the call soon ended.
jaemin looks up at his assistant, "you know how to close him up, right?"
his assistant nods.
"okay, you do that. i have to go," jaemin says quickly. he was already pulling his bloody glove and throwing it in the bin. he grabs his handphone and uses his free hand to remove the medical clothing that was splattered with blood from the surgery.
he throws it in the bin before running off to find where you were at. he finally reaches the room, he enters without knocking.
jeno, one of friends who was working in the same field as he was, was already in the room.
jaemin felt his throat close up, having trouble to breathe when he sees that you were lying on the bed, a bandage over your forehead. there was a small spot of blood on the corner of your head.
jeno turns to his friend with a deep sigh, "crashed into a lorry while she was driving. it's pretty bad," jeno admits, "she lost a lot of blood, and her ribbed is fractured pretty badly. she might need surgery."
jaemin closes his eyes as he takes deep breathe. how could this happen? you have always been careful when you're on the road.
"it wasn't her fault," it was like jeno could read his mind, "the driver of the lorry was speeding through a red light. he's with the police now."
jaemin nods, opening his eyes as he looks at his friend, "i'll take care of her. you should go."
his friend nods, leaving the boy alone with you.
jaemin takes a seat on the empty chair that was next to you. his hands held yours tightly as he takes in your face.
you had a busted lip, a few cuts on your face and hands. he felt himself tear up at the sight of you.
"y/n-ah," he chokes out, "you should wake up," he says softly, a tear running down your cheek, "don't... don't do this to me, please," a sob leaves the boy, he rests his forehead against your bed as he starts crying.
he suddenly felt your hand move. he pauses, it could just be his head, but when he felt another squeeze from your hand, he looks up at you. you had your eyes shut, until a few moments later you flutter your eyes open.
you could barely turn your head to look at the boy next to you. a weak smile forms on your lips.
"oh my god, y/n, you're awake!" jaemin sighs thankfully.
"i'm not leaving," you choke out, "ever."
the boy lift his hands to stroke your hair, pulling a few strands that got stuck on your cheeks.
"i know you won't," he sighs. "are you hungry? thirsty?" he asks. you shake your head but jaemin continues, "we have a lot of food here. i can get someone to bring you food—"
he was about to let go of your hand to grab a jug of water for you, but you had tighten your grip on his fingers. jaemin pauses, turning to look at you, confused.
"don't let go," you voice.
jaemin softens at the sight of you. he slowly nods, sitting back down, not letting go of your hand. the rest of the night, jaemin sits by your side, caring for you.
Can you suggest me some nct fics or your fav blogs
anon i am so glad you asked
first off we have my favorite authors!!
@choerrypuffs (masterlist here)
@luvdsc (masterlist here)
@rrxnjun (just found last night but i know everything will be great!! masterlist here)
@gohyuck (masterlist here)
@jaemjenjam (masterlist here)
@navyhyuck (masterlist here)
@osakisho (masterlist here)
@neonun-au (masterlist here)
@hyuck-obsessed (masterlist here)
@d-nghy-ck (masterlist here)
@kopikokun (also stopped writing but arin's works are still chefs kiss ^3^)
@nctsworld (masterlist here)
@ppangjae (masterlist here dude every single work this writer has is so good i kid you not)
@jaemotel (masterlist here)
@lattaeyongs (could not find a masterlist im sorry :( but they still have great works scattered everywhere!!!!)
@neovisioned (masterlist here)
now we have my fave fics!! (i think most are hyuck, i hope you dont mind :( )
and i love her just like that (read last night, thinking of it for the next week)
You've known Lee Donghyuck your whole entire life. While he would call you a total maniac and you’d call him a menace to society, there’s a certain bond that brings you two together-- and no, I’m not talking about the obnoxiously deep friendship your mothers share and try to force down both of your throats-- it’s the obvious urge of competitiveness that both sticks you together and breaks you apart just the same. In other words, hate and love, so it seems, aren't that far from each other in the first place.
the dumbing down of love
the six times you caught him staring at you, and the one time he caught you.
↳ alternatively: dumb and dumber fall in love.
demigods 00 line series
summers at camp half-blood are never dull—especially when there’s a cute boy at every corner.
not another love song
jeno has always just been the quiet (and cute) guy that sits next to you in your creative writing class, but a single open mic night changes everything.
master of all elements 00 line series (avatar!AU)
y/n, a waterbender of the northern water tribe, has been named the new avatar. she must master all of the elements in order to keep the peace of the four nations. which path will she choose first?
not clickbait series (nct dream)
do it for the views. do it for your fans. but most importantly, do it for the gigantic, secret crush you’ve been harboring on your best friend. which boy will you complete tiktok’s “today I tried to kiss my best friend” challenge with? oh, and make sure to like, comment, and subscribe, honey bees!
you were not going to be another notch on na jaemin’s belt.
cry (super short but hit so hard)
Theres a million things Donghyuck wants to say to Jaemin, but theres a million more reasons to stay and be here for you instead.
oh mr. lee, will you teach me how to french kiss?
when you break up with your boyfriend after finding out you don’t know how to french kiss, your best friend offers a rather tempting offer.
this is the story of how we fell in love, apparently.
running a youtube channel with your best friend isn’t easy, not when he’s like a ticking time bomb that’s constantly bubbling up something new. what’s worse is that you’ve had a crush on him for the past three years.
all that glitters
no synopsis but i'll put the warnings FGIOUSFR
rich people, neglectful parents, mention of deceased pet and said deceased pet’s grave, descriptions of a panic attack, mentions of God, alcohol consumption, an argument that isn’t actually an argument, heartbreak (but it gets fixed!)
the abduction of Persephone
your sister is about to marry the man of her life, the wedding is in three days and you don’t have a date. Nothing weird, but I forgot to mention that you had told your parents that you were bringing your boyfriend. A boyfriend that you don’t have anymore, because he had suddenly decided you were “too much” for him and didn’t want to make you waste anymore time - one month before the wedding. You should have been the happiest person on Earth, your sister was about to get married and, since you didn’t want to bring any attention upon your lonely entrance, you had opted for something crazy. Crazy, like hiring Lee Donghyuck to be your fake-boyfriend.
home is a feeling (FUCK DUDE THIS ONE HITS SO HARD)
Fresh off a break-up, not willing to stomach spending Christmas single with your family, you book a last minute trip overseas to escape the impending loneliness, not realizing that perhaps running away from your feelings will only serve to intensify them. You arrive at your home-away-from-home only to find you’re not the only one staying there. Through some unfortunate (or not so unfortunate) mistake, the AirBnB you booked has also been booked by a handsome young man looking for a similar escape from his own life. Now you have to choose whether or not to stay and spend your Christmas with a stranger or scramble to find a lonely hotel room last minute over the holidays.
here you are, anon!! i hope you enjoy these fics and get to know more about the amazing authors!! i worked super hard on this so i hope this doesnt disappoint UHDFIS
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. na jaemin x fem!reader
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. fluff, mentions of smut, kind of angst
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐎. he was always the teasing type, typically a bit rougher in bed. he always tried to keep it gentle though, understanding of the fact that he was big and you had only just lost your virginity to him.
but tonight was different.
with both of you drunk out of your minds, it was no surprise that jaemin wasn’t able to handle himself. you just looked so hot in your low dress, the one that made him want to push you against the countertop and fuck into you with no mercy.
unfortunately, he did just that. of course, you loved it and he loved it. but it hurt. it hurt so much that tears had instantly sprung to your eyes. he was far deeper inside you than he had ever been, going much faster than normal, and you could feel your walls stretching to accommodate his size.
“red,” you cried out, pushing him away from you and hissing at the burn it caused. jaemin could see the pain in your face as you whimpered, turning around to cling onto his arms as you cried into his chest. he felt sober suddenly.
“baby,” jaemin frowned, pulling you closer to him and whispering sweetly in your ear. he began guiding you back to the bed, feeling guilt swell in his heart when you kept stumbling, finding it hard to walk.
finally he got you situated in the bed, wandering around to find a rag to clean you off with, some makeup removal wipes to get the mascara off your cheeks, and some comfortable clothes for you to change into.
Genre: fluff and angst, a little suggestive at the end
Summary: it’s nothing new that your fiery nature often leads you to act unwisely, your intense feelings overpowering reason. Even Jeno knows that, yet he chose to love you just the way you are. But when an attitude of yours becomes too much even for your oh-so-patient boyfriend, he decides to teach you a lesson in a unique way.
Maybe you really brought out the fire in him.
A/N: everything is fictional, including the characters’ traits. English is not my first language, therefore I’m sorry for the errors.
You knew from the moment you saw her that nothing good was coming out of this.
From the moment you shook her hand and chanted the usual “It’s a pleasure to meet you”, you knew that there would have been no pleasure at all. Not when a girl this beautiful had to do volunteering together with your boyfriend.
If it wasn’t for your upcoming exams there would have been you beside Jeno, picking up the trash from the beach under the warm sun of May to compensate the lacks of your fellow citizens, making your town a little bit cleaner and pleasant or a little more colorful, since volunteer work also included repainting the stairs and the old walls covered by obnoxious and vulgar graffiti. But being on your last and toughest year of high school, your free time had dramatically lessened. You considered yourself lucky if you had enough time to watch a movie before you went to sleep.
Jeno introduced her to you a couple of months ago, insisting so that you could meet her because “she’s really nice Y/N, I think you could be great friends”. And that was actually very sweet of him, if not that the amount of time he was spending with her was becoming way bigger than the amount he could spend with you because of your freaking exams, which were approaching at the speed of light.
You tried not to be jealous, you really tried. You trusted Jeno with all of your heart, not once the boy had given you a reason to doubt about him, but hell, how could you when you were even jealous of your best friend?
One of the reasons why you and Jeno get along so well is that you two are the perfect opposites, perfectly balancing each other. He’s always the patient and calm one, the one who thinks before acting and speaking, the one who listens to you rumbling about your day, a small smile escaping from his lips from time to time (since he finds you so cute when you are mad) and disappearing almost instantly, not wanting you to think he’s laughing at you.
Seriously, you’re the fire which burns everything and anything without thinking twice, and he’s the water which always, no matter what, manages to extinguish your flames.
Fire and water, indeed.
And due to your, in fact, “fiery” nature, it’s impossible for you to not be jealous when a pretty and tall girl gets to stay so close to your boyfriend, while you’re only close to your beloved Physics book which, by the way, you were on the verge of throwing out of the window more than a couple of times.
You really tried not to be jealous and petty, but when your boyfriend cancelled the possibly first date you could have had in a while, you couldn’t help but explode. All of your hidden and unspoken jealousy, which accumulated in a two-months time span, made you a living ticking bomb, and that was all it took for it to detonate.
A while ago Jeno surprised you with the idea of celebrating your (hopefully) successful exams with a dinner at your favorite place, just the two of you. Not to mention, the restaurant was right on the beach, giving you a great view of the sun melting in the water before it switched places with the moon. A perfect romantic atmosphere in which to make up for all the lost time.
At this point you were only studying for this.
And when the so awaited day came, with you calling Jeno to happily tell him that you passed your exams with a perfect score, you came to know that your boyfriend was no more available since he had to accompany that girl, who had to take her entrance test, at university, which was an hour and a half away.
And that’s why you’re currently screaming at your phone.
“You’re cancelling a date with me because of that girl? Seriously, Jeno, we haven’t seen each other in ages, I’ve waited so long for tonight and you’re telling me that you can’t because of her?”
“Y/N I don’t know what to say… she already paid for taking the test and the friend that was supposed to drop her has a fever so… I was her last hope” your boyfriend regretfully explains.
“Doesn’t she have other friends other than you? Or at least a parent who can accompany her? You know, a while ago they invented some cool objects which move from a place to another, they call them trains and buses” you sarcastically rant.
“Her parents are working and she hasn’t a driver’s license. I’m so sorry Y/N, I really wanted to spend some time with you too, but I really couldn’t say no to her. That test will determine her future”
“And her future had to be determined just when we were finally supposed to see each other”
“I’m sorry Y/N, I really am. I promise tomorrow I’ll be all yours”
“Yeah yeah, whatever… bye”
You don’t even give enough time to your boyfriend to reply, you just hang up and throw your phone somewhere. Fortunately, it lands on your bed.
You start to walk back and forth, your brain wheels fuming with thoughts.
The devil on your left shoulder tells you that ‘He really ditched you for her, you should make him pay’ - but then, the angel on your right shoulder promptly tries to make you come back to your senses: ‘That’s not because he doesn’t care about you Y/N. He’s an altruistic person, so he isn’t capable of leaving a friend hanging. You would have done the same for one of your friends’ - and that’s true. You begin to reconsider the whole situation until your devilish side speaks again.
He considers her a friend so important to be put before his own girlfriend. That’s it Y/N, he put her before you. Her test was important, apparently more than a date with you after so long you’ve been apart.
And that’s when you decide.
You’ve studied so hard and for God knows how many days, you’ve passed your exams with a highly enviable score and a night completely alone under your blanket is all you are getting? Hell no. You deserve a lot better.
Without thinking twice, you search for a specific person on your contact before pressing the call button.
If Jeno is busy accompanying his new friend then you’ll spend the evening with someone else: he doesn’t get to decide how you spend your day. You’ve had a success and you are going to celebrate it, even without him.
It’s not that he’s alone, either.
“Hello?” the male voice coming from your speaker puts a stop on your thoughts.
“Hello Jaem, how are you doing?”
“I’m doing good, how about you? Did you pass the exams? How did they go?”
Here he is, the same caring and sweet Jaemin you’ve known for years. Truth is, before you and Jeno became a thing, you met his friends (six very chaotic yet adorable boys). With them being very friendly to you and you adoring each of them (and one in particular the most, which fortunately ended up being your boyfriend), you spent a lot of time together going out to eat or simply chilling at their house. Why did you call Jaemin, though? Very simple, because he’s the one with which you’ve bonded the most. Not to mention, he’s the one who helped you the most with Jeno, with him being the latter’s best friend.
“It was hard but I passed, I got 100 out of 100” you happily inform him, at which he begins to let out random cheering, or should I say, Jaemin-noises.
“You should party!”
That’s what I intended to do but I can’t because my boyfriend is a dick
But you don’t voice that thought out aloud.
“That’s what I wanted to talk about. Uhm… would you mind going out with me to eat something tonight?”
A moment of silence passes, and you start to regret doing that suggestion.
“What do you mean? Didn’t you have a date with Jeno tonight?”
I had, but as I said my boyfriend is a dick
And neither this thought was ever voiced out aloud.
“Yes, I had. But…” you sigh, exasperation exuding by your next words “but apparently he ditched me because he had to drop that girl from volunteering at university since she had to take her entrance test. Seriously, I refuse to believe that this girl hasn’t at least a friend with a driver’s license and a working car”
Jaemin laughs at your words. You continue.
“Plus, the seats at the restaurant are already booked and it would be a waste not to go.” You state matter-of-factly.
“And…” you hesitate.
“And?” Jaemin encourages you to speak.
You sigh. “I don’t want to spend this important day alone. I feel like I deserve more than just snuggle under my blanket and binge watch Stranger Things, after all the sacrifices I’ve made.” You finally confess.
“I think so too” he agrees, at with you let out a sigh of relief.
Finally a person who understands me
“I guess we could go to that place together, since I don’t have anything to do either”
“Great!” you cheer. You are not spending your evening alone anymore. Even if Jaemin isn’t Jeno, he for sure is a pleasant company. “I’ll text you to let you know place and time”
And after saying your goodbyes, you feel a little bit light hearted.
Your little outing with Jaemin passes smoothly. After all, he’s Jaemin! This boy is capable of cheering even the sourest mood up. Well, you don’t get to watch the sunset with your boyfriend, nor to go take a midnight swim with him like he happily suggested once before. But you get to spend a pleasurable night with one of your dearest friends. Sure, your smile drops a few times: once when the waitress asks you where is Jeno (since he’s the one who had booked for the both of you), and a couple of other times when you direct your gaze to your phone, which shows no texts by your boyfriend.
He’s probably driving, so he can’t text me.
But still, a simple heart would be enough.
And your mind is so occupied by this kind of thoughts that you fail to realize a tiny detail. A tiny, but crucial detail: you didn’t tell Jeno anything about your outing with Jaemin, nor did Jaemin since the boy ingenuously thought you already had.
A tiny detail, a tiny lack.
With not so tiny consequences.
“What the fuck, dude” a bewildered Mark lets out after Jeno walks past him without replying to his good morning, nor sparing him a single glance.
“What happened?” a tiny Renjun with his hair all messy makes his appearance in the living room, before a loud thump (probably coming by Jeno’s door) is heard.
“I… don’t know?” the older boy replies, confused.
Let me tell you what happened, since these boys seem not to have a single clue. That tiny detail of you not telling Jeno you were going out with another guy, who was his best friend by the way, managed to drive your calm, patient, relaxed boyfriend, mad.
He already was of sour mood for ditching you not a day before, but just on the day of your so long awaited date together, the date he was thinking about for days. The guilt he felt from the moment he heard your happy voice telling him about your successful result, knowing that he was probably going to ruin your day with his news, was eating him alive. It actually took a lot of reasoning and convincing by Yejun to finally make Jeno voice a reluctant “Okay… I guess I’ll accompany you, then” with the girl mouthing countless “sorry” and “you’re really my last hope”, and even a “I’ll pay you and Y/N a fancy dinner at your favorite place”, to show how mortified she genuinely was.
You two were just being unlucky, Jeno thought, trying to mask his own guilt into circumstances.
But when he finally came home, exhausted and eager to call you to finally tell you how sorry he truly felt for leaving you alone tonight, he mindlessly opened his favorite social media, scrolling through various posts of friends and celebrities until one particular post caught his eye.
It was a photo of you and Jaemin, a beautiful sea could be seen behind you under a sky painted orange. The tagged place clearing up all of his doubts.
So, while he was internally punching himself in the face for hurting you, turns out you were living your best life with Jaemin. In the same exact place he was supposed to be with you.
His girlfriend and his best friend, it sounded like the plot of a clichè novel.
And at this point, no one can blame Jeno for not responding to Mark’s good morning because, indeed, it isn’t a good morning at all.
You come to realize all of this only a couple of days later.
Finally free from the jaws of your teachers, you choose to head over to Jeno and his friends’ house. You were confused, to say the least, when Jeno began to reply to your texts with monosyllables. It was not like him at all, your chat full of red hearts, kiss emojis and sweet good-nights a solid proof of that. Therefore, you knew right away that something was bothering him.
When you arrive at the guys’ the youngest happily greets you with a hug, giving your heavy hearth a momentary relief.
“It was so long since I last saw you. I missed you a lot” he warmly states, at which you almost coo at how cute he’s unconsciously acting.
“I know and I’m sorry, I promise from now on you’ll see me more often”
“Our Y/N came back!!” a high pitched scream is heard from the upper floor, and before you can ask yourself who is the culprit, you find yourself with your face smashed into Donghyuck’s chest, before the brown haired boy quickly recomposes himself. “It’s not that I missed you that much, though” he jokingly lies.
“Sure, Hyuck” you play along. There’s no way this boy almost tripped on the stairs to greet someone he didn’t miss.
After each one the boys eventually gathers around you, you can’t help but notice one thing.
“Sorry but… where’s Jeno?”
Everybody goes silent, and you don’t notice how Jaemin’s gaze shifts uncomfortably.
“Uhm… it’s complicated…” Mark tries to explain, but he’s interrupted by a very direct Chenle who tells you the unfiltered truth.
“Jeno is mad at you for going out with Jaemin that night”
And then you freeze on the spot.
You blink once, twice, before realization hits you like a truck.
How could you be this stupid? You didn’t even stop thinking about your personal revenge for a moment to realize that you forgot to tell him you were going out with Jaemin. No wonder he was replying you with short texts all this time. You can’t even imagine how he could have felt when he came to know.
Your wide eyes look at Jaemin, then at the others, searching for explanations. Mark understands your hidden request and continues.
“Thank you, Chenle” he raises a brow at the said boy. “At first he was also mad at us since he thought that we all knew, but then Jaemin explained him that he didn’t tell him anything because he simply thought he already knew”
“Really Y/N, I thought you had already told him” Jaemin states a little coldly, and you can’t blame him. Because of your impulsive nature he could have seriously fought with his best friend.
“I’m so stupid” you whine, slapping your forehead with your palm. “Where is he now?”
“He’s at the gym but he should be home any time, feel free to stay here to wait for him”
And so you do.
But turns out that your boyfriend isn’t so eager to see you, neither speak to you. You understand it when the black haired boy makes his appearance in the room and his eyes turn cold as soon as they land on your figure. And this is new, because your boyfriend was never the type to prolong a fight.
Soon you realize that this time, he is really mad.
Honestly, you have never seen this Jeno before, and it almost scares you.
That’s why you are a little hesitant to follow him in his room to finally confront him and say sorry. But you do anyway because it’s you who is in the wrong, hence it is you who has to do the first move. But when you take a deep breath to gather all of your courage and finally try to twist the handle of his wooden door, it turns out to be locked.
You narrow your eyes.
You try to twist the cold metal with more strength but there’s no use: this door is definitely locked.
Okay, let’s try something else
This time you knock on the door, only to be followed by silence.
“Jeno?” you attempt, but no reply is heard on the other side.
“Jeno please let me in” you knock again.
You surrender. Guess I’ll have to talk to him with a door separating our faces.
You do your best to think of the right words to let out, words that can show how sorry you really feel.
“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for not telling you anything. I love you and I don’t want to fight with you. Please…” you rush the first part but softly plead the last word.
“What can I do to make things better? Just… just tell me, please. I’d do anything”
Still no answer.
“Please Jen… I’m so sorry, it was really stupid and immature of me. Please just open the door so I can talk to you” you practically whine, desperate at this point.
Okay, you are starting to loose your patience.
“Jeno open the door” you state this time, not so nicely.
“Jeno open this fucking door or I swear to God-“ and there they go your little remnants of patience.
You let out an exasperation sigh.
“Fine!” you shout before heading over the couch with heavy steps.
Your boyfriend really loves you, that’s for sure, but now you crossed the line and he wasn’t going to let it slide. Not this time. He thinks it’s time to finally give you a taste of your own medicine. So just like your fire managed to anger him, he decided to become the fire himself.
Little did you know, Jeno is smirking to himself on the other side of the door.
You see, even apparently calm people can get angry and revengeful if pushed too much. And when this specific kind of people gets angry, well, you better expect a freaking hurricane.
Your payback for your misbehavior is, in fact, non other than him pissing you off, riling you up until you explode. And he knows he is already achieving his goal.
Besides, it’s widely known that even water can catch fire in particular circumstances. And when it happens, the flames are spectacular.
Unfortunately for you, Jeno knows exactly what buttons to push to drive you insane, and that’s why you are practically going through hell.
First of all, it’s not every day that you manage to gather the courage to admit your own faults and say sorry: it’s not that you’re a prideful person, it’s just that you’ve never been good with words, always preferring to show your feelings through small acts. So, when your utmost attempt to make it up with your boyfriend was completely thrown away by the latter, you mask your hurt with anger, just like you always do. And Jeno knows all of this.
But no, he doesn’t plan to stop here.
The rest of the day (which you agreed to spend there thanks to the pleadings of six boys) goes by in between a full set of snarky remarks coming from Jeno’s mouth.
And if you still had a little bit of will to make your boyfriend finally forgive you… well, you can say goodbye to it already.
You don’t throw the controller at the tall male after he quietly enters the living room (where you are peacefully playing Mario Kart against Jaemin) only to take a sit beside the boy and murmuring loud enough for you to hear “at least choose a better opponent, there’s no fun in playing with losers”.
You don’t say a thing when Jeno suddenly pats Jisung’s back while giving him a brotherly warn: “Jisungie, I hope you’ll think twice before getting together with a girl. Enjoy your single life while you can”, while the poor boy, feeling awkward all of a sudden, throws a worried glance at you and mentally asks himself why the hell he was brought up in the middle of your argument.
But you do say something when, in the middle of the movie you are all watching, the same annoying voice chooses to state something about how the female lead character is “obviously cheating on his boyfriend with none other than his best friend. Can you believe it, Jaemin?”
This is the last straw.
Turning your head menacingly slowly and surpassing with your gaze the two people sitting between you, you finally free yourself of all the brakes you put on your tongue for the whole afternoon.
“How can you say right away if she’s cheating on him? And most importantly, how do you know that he’s not the one who’s cheating on her?”
Air starting to feel heavy around you, all the boys shifting uncomfortably and exchanging silent looks.
“It’s quite clear that he could never do anything to hurt her, even though it looks like the feeling isn’t mutual. If there’s one cheater among them, it’s her. I know how this sort of things work”
You raise your brow, parting your lips in shock. What the hell is he implying now? That you are cheating on him? You? On him? You laugh in disbelief.
“Well, mister know-it-all, I regret to inform you that you don’t know shit” you fight back, not talking about the movie anymore. Not that you ever did, to begin with.
If he doesn’t argue anymore to not make the boys more uncomfortable, or because he hasn’t anything more to add, you don’t know.
The movie plays, but you aren’t really paying attention to it. An unusual silence enveloping all of you. When end credits begin to appear on the screen all of the boys say their good-nights, quickly escaping from this awkward situation and retiring to their own rooms, except for Donghyuck who kindly offered you his bed since you aren’t going to sleep next to your boyfriend, and neither he shows any intention to do so.
Soon you realize you are left alone with Jeno, his figure still in the same place as during the whole movie.
This could be a perfect chance to apologize properly, just like you intended to do before he slammed the door in your face. Literally. But hell no, not after he treated you like that, rejecting your genuine attempts and, to top it off, purposely trying to annoy you.
You are not going to apologize, not anymore. He has to do it.
Hence, without sparing a single glance to the boy, you direct yourself to the bathroom, planning to take a good shower before going to bed. But apparently, your beloved boyfriend doesn’t agree with that, since he beats you to it, claiming the bathroom as his.
You abruptly stop on your tracks, face mere millimeters away from his chest. You raise your head, looking at him in the face, an annoying smirk planted on his face.
“Excuse me?” you state, raising a brow (a habit of yours)
“Looks like I get to take a shower before you, oops” he has the courage to mock you.
You narrow your eyes at him.
“Oh sweetie, I think not” you simply reply before trying to sneak through the door, but there’s no use. Your size difference not really working at your advantage.
Scoffing angrily, you turn your back at him before almost shouting a “Hurry up!”
“Oh sure I will”
Spoiler alert: he doesn’t.
He purposely takes his time to wash himself, put a body lotion and even shave his face. Seriously, who the hell shaves at midnight? Apparently only a guy who wants to rile up his girlfriend so bad just for the fun of seeing her all angry and pouty.
Is he mean? Maybe. But you need to learn to be a little less impulsive, you need to learn to control your emotions, you have to learn that being petty and infantile is not the right way to obtain things.
You have to learn that even if Jeno is a calm person, that doesn’t mean he can let everything slide.
And this is the most effective way to teach you that.
“You already finished? Only about… FORTY MINUTES have passed” you sarcastically voice while getting up from the floor (yeah, you’ve spent all this time with your back against the door), your limbs a little bit numb from the static position.
You are about to go insane.
“Oh God I can’t believe it” you murmur while, finally, entering the bathroom.
You think your boyfriend is done by now: really, he had tried so many things to rile you up at your fullest that you think he’s tired by now. But no, he has a last thing to do before letting his little personal revenge go.
Being surrounded by a cloud of steam while inside the shower, you fail to notice your boyfriend sneaking inside to steal your clothes. And when you realize the unpleasant spite, you lose it.
“That’s it!” you yell, at this point not caring at all about the boys who are probably sleeping.
From Jeno’s room, six loud thumps are heard. You, on the other side, with a mere towel wrapping around your naked body, are banging your fists against his door. The door that now he has to open if he doesn’t want it to be demolished.
Mere seconds later, Jeno’s face greets you, a face which is blatantly trying to suppress a smile. “You need anything?”
You make your way straight into his room, lightly bumping his shoulder on purpose.
“Give me my fucking clothes back”
You begin to search all over his room, under the bed, into the closet, on his gaming chair, everywhere.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he shrugs.
“Jeno, I’d beat you to death if I wasn’t naked right now”
“I’d like to see you try”
You take a deep breath.
Don’t kill him Y/N, don’t kill him, don’t kill him. He’s not usually that bad.
You clear your throat, trying to let his taunts slide.
“Give me my clothes” this time you use a calmer tone. Maybe if you act a little bit nicer, he’ll comply.
Jeno begins to walk towards you, slowly, while you unconsciously back until your naked shoulders hit the cold wooden of the door, which you realize is now closed.
You gulp, his figure towering over you, almost menacingly. You suddenly feel so small and powerless under his piercing gaze, your confidence from a while ago dissipating in mere seconds. His eyes piercing right into your soul, seeing right into you. You adjust the towel around your body, heart thumping furiously into your chest at the close proximity, your gaze unable to hold his any longer.
His palms flatten on the door, his arms caging you inside, giving you no way out.
Not that you want to be somewhere else, anyway.
Soft fingers make their contact with your chin, delicately lifting it to make you look at him. His thumb gently caressing your lower lip.
Now you recognize Jeno: the Jeno who was nothing but gentle with you, the Jeno who touched you like you were going to break any time, the Jeno who looked at you with the softest look in his eyes. However, you notice something different. This time, a slightly darker glimpse gleams in his gaze, something you are not used to but you have to admit, you like it more than you should.
“Then apologize properly, like the good girl I know you are” he firmly but softly whispers, hot breaths falling against your lips.
Your breath hitches, a glimpse of red adorning your cheeks.
Your lips part, but no sound comes out of them.
An inner conflict is taking part within your mind: on the one hand, his powerful and dominating aura (which you don’t see often) makes the angel of your shoulder scold you.
Stop this act and apologize already
Not to mention, this side of Jeno makes you feel some sort of things.
But in the end, what are we if not mortal creatures incapable of following the right path by our own? That’s why you choose to listen to the sweet whispers that your devil is murmuring you from the inside.
No, you already apologized and he didn’t listen to you. Don’t you dare submit to him after everything he put you through.
Jeno knows you are internally debating. He’s aware of how stubborn you are, he knows that you never give in so easily, hence he knows that you just need a little push to finally bring you to say those two words he is eager to hear from you.
With utmost delicacy he lifts your chin a little more, gently brushing the tip of his nose with yours.
Just mere millimetres and your lips would touch, you think.
Just a little closer, and you would satisfy your thirst of him, a thirst that was building and building unbeknownst to you, a thirst getting stronger every second you were forced to stay apart, at first by circumstances, later by your stubbornness.
But no, you aren’t giving in so soon.
“I’d like to have my clothes back” you simply said, gathering what was left of your strength. Voice much weaker than you intended.
You gulp loudly when his thumb stops moving against your lips, his own forming a thin line, jaw slightly clenching.
He didn’t like that.
“Okay” he simply says before parting from you, a sudden wave of cold air unpleasantly greeting you. You think he is directing himself to finally bring your belongings; for a moment you think you really won this.
Until he abruptly stops.
“Fuck it” he groans.
Before you can even register, his lips crash against yours.
Even though he takes you by surprise, you don’t hesitate a second before reciprocating the kiss. All of the pent-up frustration, all of the anger and hidden feelings, they all show up in your shared kiss. Jeno’s kissing you fervently, like it’s his last day on Earth. His hands no longer gently cupping your face like he usually did, but grabbing your face in a firm yet pleasurable way. Tongue no longer asking for access, but strongly making its way into your mouth. Your trembling fingers slide from his chest to the hot skin of his neck, before finally intertwining between his soft locks, which are still a little damp from the shower he took earlier.
A hand leaves your face to flatten against your back, bringing you closer and closer to his heated body. Lips trail blissful kisses on your jaw, then on your neck, and you fail to hide a quiet moan. Next, you hear his words whispered to your ear.
“Don’t worry, you’re going to apologize by the end of this”
Well, looks like you won’t be sleeping in Donghyuck’s room tonight.
is it wrong to say it felt like a huge relief when boyfriend!lee jeno finally decided to end things between the both of you? were you supposed to feel guilty for smiling when he said goodbye?
but don’t be mistaken, you loved jeno a lot— to the point where your chest hurts so much for feeling so overwhelmed in the sweet feeling of love; and it also came to the point where you faced your back against everyone just so he could be happy.
or maybe the only reason why your not crying your heart out when your boyfriend of three years admitted that he fell out of love was because you did too. but whatever the reason was, it didn’t seem like it was important anymore. you saw jeno enter the school grounds with his hands holding someone else’s, his lips all over her and the huge smile that you never seem to see when he was around you.
and that’s okay.
your grateful you met lee jeno and became his girl, you will always smile whenever you look back on the memories you both made together.
“so…why do you plan to join the club?” club president!mark lee smiled warmly at you with the rest of the members sitting on the same table, all eyes on you. licking your lips, you remember how jeno would gently kiss your forehead in the mornings and kiss your lips goodnight in the evenings. a small smile escaped your lips and looked up to meet mark’s eyes, “the day he said it was the end of our relationship, it felt like a start of a new chapter for me”.
club vice president!huang renjun chuckled along with the rest of the members and nodded his head, “we’ve all been there”.
mark passed you a sticker with the club’s official logo with a wink, “welcome to the club, y/n”.
the club where not only those who has broken hearts wander— but also those who were lost and wants to find a home.
“psst,” dnyl club member!na jaemin whispered beside you, causing you to hum and glance at him. your heart suddenly stopping seeing the attractive brown-headed boy beside you, “i’m na jaemin. welcome to dnyl, you’ll love it here”.
you already do.
and you don’t need jeno’s love to start this brand new chapter in the book of your life.
Summary : Lying to your partner is not something you want to do unless you are looking for ways on how to break their heart.
A/N: Hello moonlights! Welcome to my first serie “How to break a heart”, It’s been a while since I’ve written long fics so sorry if it’s not so good, Thank you for reading this!Hope you enjoy, follow me, be a moonlight 🌙
“Love the Way You Lie”—Eminem featuring Rihanna.
“Little Lies”—Fleetwood Mac.
Networks: @knet-bakery @hotpink-ent
You and Renjun have always been the adored couple, you met in their teens ages and fell madly in love. Right after the end of high school Renjun asked you to marry him, it was quite romantic were it not for the fact that the wind had dropped the hut he had prepared on the beach, a large ruby ring sported on your finger, and when at the wedding both say yes, you were finally together.
As they were quite young and married, they both had their university lives while trying to organize their time for each other and for the chores around the house.
You often got messages from Renjun asking what fabric softener he used for his underwear or how he could make omelets, living with Renjun at that time was a simple life, you guys didn't have much, two college students with dreams and a ring on your finger.
After the good times, comes the stressful period of exams, comes the arguments for something small, whenever there were exams, you two argued, for silly things because a plate was in the sink or because the controller was out of place, but of course after the exams were over, everything returned to normal.
After all the effort Renjun managed to get into a good Chinese company, and of course you were very happy for him but he had to be transferred to China and after several attempts by him to convince you to go, you accepted.
Being in china was complicated for you, you work for a company on a telecommuting basis, as your company has no offices in china, which means you had to stay at home most of the time, you didn't know chinese so always needed Renjun to translate for you, it was pretty clear that you didn't adapt to china so after 3 months you return home.
At first Renjun was angry with you, but then he agreed that you should go home. He stayed in China and called you every day on facetime but as the time changed he stopped calling so many times being reduced to 2 calls per week.
"It's all right?"
"Yeah, I'm just really tired, company have doubled the work, can we talk tomorrow?"
"I'll call you tomorrow"
Usually your conversations were just like that, he always said he'd call you the other day but he didn't, after 3 months without seeing each other Renjun came back and he didn't look like the same Renjun he had gone, the bright Renjun with an easy smile was replaced by a Renjun frowning, messy hair, and tired eyes.
You hugged him and said:
"Welcome home" You were going to give him a kiss, but Renjun turned his face and walked out of your embrace.
"Thanks, I'm a little tired I think I'm going to sleep"
During the week Renjun was there with you he didn't look the same, Renjun loved skinship, never letting go of you when you came home but now Renjun didn't touch you, didn't even talk much when he left the only show of love he ever gave to you was a quick kiss on the cheek when he left at the airport.
Renjun hasn't spoken to you for a while, making you question whether it really makes sense to continue this marriage as one of the side isn't working for that , you call him one night, he picks up but looks like he's bored or maybe tired. Your conversation flows, you ask him how he is, if he's already eaten, if the work is too much, he just answers the questions at the end of your video a leg appears, but that leg doesn't looks like his and it looks like a female leg, or maybe you are tired too.
"You are with someone?"
“No, I'm alone” He speaks without changing his expression.
After finishing the call, you plan a trip to China to go and cheer him up a little, you prepare everything and three days later you're on the plane. When you arrived, you used the key Renjun gave you it was Sunday so he must have been home. He was there with another girl.
"Y/N what are you doing here?"
You were so shocked that you didn't respond just looking at him in amazement.
“Y/N” He speaks shaking you a little to wake you up from the trance.
"I'm interrupting something, I'm leaving"
"No, I think we need to talk"
You looked at the girl, younger than you and very pretty.
“Remember when you asked if I was with anyone else and I said no? Well I lied, I'm living with her, we kinda fell in love.”
You didn't say anything just looking at the ground.
Renjun continues “We started out as colleagues, but our relationship grew and I started to feel things, things I just thought I could feel with you. Now that I look back, we're ahead of everyone so much, our parents told us not to get married too soon but I loved you and thought you were the love of my life.
You know our love is dead, you feel the same right too ? Our hearts no longer beat for each other. I will always love you, you were my first love and you will always have a place in my heart, but there are no romantic feelings anymore."
"And what are you going to do, leave me for her?"
Renjun rubs his neck and says "There was an accident and she's kind of pregnant and you know I always wanted to be a father and now I want to be a present father "
You lose patience and slap him.
“Huang Renjun, you idiot, how dare you have an affair when you're married and you get her pregnant! I will give you a divorce, but let me be alarmed that she will leave when she waste all your money!"
So you left and never saw it again. You were to young and inocent beliving in a rush young love, now is time to grow up.
Tutoring Na Jaemin's little sister ended up with you earning something else instead.
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💞 🄿🄰🄸🅁🄸🄽🄶: Na Jaemin x female!reader
📚 🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: Fluff, College!au, Tutor!au
🌟 🅁🄰🅃🄸🄽🄶: PG
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⚠️ 🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: Poorly written? Unedited? Awkard [Y/N] and Jaemin, Might suffer from second-hand embarrassment I basically experienced irl, Motorcycles, Math, Eating/Hunger.
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N E wayz, I know that I have some drabble requests left to do so please bear with me. Shameless plug: (Feel free to send me in some more though, info can be found here!) LOL, I am procrastinating on homework, and also to soothe the awkward day I had as a tutor, I decided to write this. It’s more like a rant if anything LOL. Unfortunately, my tutee’s brother is not Jaemin and this did not all happen so whatever. Wishful thinking 😃
Discreetly, you glanced up in Dia’s direction at where she sat diagonally across from you in the small conference room. For the past half hour, the two of you had sat in relative silence — you working on your stupid ER diagrams and Dia presumably on her calculus homework. Greetings had been exchanged at the beginning and the staff who had walked past several times all cheered you on but other than that? Awkward silence.
This was your first in-person and official tutoring session. You were a TA for the head of your major (Information Sciences) for two and a half years but that was an on and off thing. The students rarely needed major help. You’d been signed up as a tutor for a year but hadn’t gotten any official appointments. You also didn’t know how the stupid website worked.
Earlier this morning, you’d found out that the head of the tutoring program put your email in incorrectly. That’s why you missed the afternoon tutoring session and the student had yet to reply to your apologetic email.
Anyways, you weren’t really sure what to do. You had expected that Dia would ask you questions right off the bat or maybe explain to you what she was doing in her class. You’d even created a Word document in an effort to lay out a plan to follow. Calculus was one of your strongest math skills but it had been over a year since you’d last studied it. For now, you were grateful that you could get a good chunk of your own homework out of the way and at least you were getting paid for this time but still — it was raining heavily outside and you were hungry.
Finally, you noticed her staring intently at her laptop screen, eyebrows slightly furrowed.
“Are you doing okay?”
“Well… I can’t seem to get the correct answers for these…”
You walked over to her side of the table and stared at her screen. Grimacing, you tried your best to help solve her errors but honestly… your skills were a little too rusty. At least it was the easy derivative rules but if you could only remember said derivative rules…
After struggling for almost an hour, the two of you lapsed into easy chatter instead. After all, Dia wasn’t necessarily a stranger. You had graduated in the same class as her older brother and ended up going to the same local college for the same degree.
“How’s Jaemin doing? I haven’t seen him in any of my classes this semester even though we’re the same major. Did he switch to another campus?”
SM University was full of different commonwealth and smaller campuses scattered throughout the state. A majority of students transferred their third year, either by choice or because it was a requirement. Luckily enough, you could finish at your local branch — and it was a lot cheaper.
“No, you know how mom works here so of course we have to stay all four years.”
You knew that Mrs. Na worked down in the Admissions Office right below where you were sitting right now. In fact, Dia worked there too, that’s how you two met again after two years.
“What’s your major?”
“Biology,” she grimaced and you laughed.
“I feel bad for all of my bio and chem friends. You guys lead a totally different lifestyle than I do even though I’m a STEM major too.”
“Well, you know how I have to be different from my brother.”
Although you had only known the Na family’s kids by name and face only, they were the talk of your high school back in the day. Jaemin was an enigma to you. Many of your classmates swooned over him and his friends, their leather jackets over their rock-band t-shirts accompanied by ripped jeans and Converse. Hair gelled back and sharp brown eyes, he was someone you generally stayed away from. In different friend groups, you’d been shocked when you’d walked in on orientation day at SM University, and smack dab in the center of the auditorium was Na Jaemin himself.
Except he’d traded in his trademark looks for argyle vests and collared shirts buttoned all the way up. Wire glasses you’d never seen before framed his eyes that seemed much softer at the way he eagerly observed the power points and ironed khaki pants were his choice to parade around in. And you swear to god you saw him across campus in a pair of Oxford shoes, the only other leather piece on his body was the backpack slung on his shoulder.
You really didn’t know what to think, still wearing the same cardigans and jean skirts from high school. Who was the real Jaemin? Well, you were never close enough to know to begin with… so why should you care?
In a way, it’s why you admired Dia. Often called by her cute nickname of DiaNa, the two years you’d heard her name whispered through the gossip chain was her stark contrast to her brother. She looked just the same from when you’d last seen her, maybe even prettier. Constantly dying her hair the opposite color of her brother’s as she was doing everything different than he was, at least she was consistent. And incredibly sweet.
“I’m so sorry to keep you here past six, it’s okay if we can’t figure things out! I can ask my brother for simple questions like this.”
“It’s okay, I’m sorry I couldn’t be much help. Speaking of which, that’s why I asked about Jaemin. I was surprised he wasn’t helping you, so I figured he wasn’t around.”
She sighed. “That’s the thing. Jaems didn’t take the college credits when he took A.P. Calc so he had to take it again freshman year. And then at the same time, I was taking Mr. Smith’s class and kept asking him for help. He said he felt like he’s taken too much calculus and told me to get a tutor this year.”
“At least SMU has the resources. Here, let me get your number, I know I wasn’t much help today but feel free to text me any problems anytime and I will do my best to help.”
“You’re the best [Y/N] and don’t worry about it. I appreciate your assistance enough as it is. Besides, I’m kinda glad I didn’t have to drive in the rain.”
“Trust me, I know. We even have a tornado warning until ten, tonight!”
“Don’t even get me started. I just got my driver’s license and I told my mom I’m glad I have tutoring because I’m too scared. I mean, Jaems could’ve driven but still… He likes to make sure I get plenty of experience.”
You laughed as she made air quotes and rolled her eyes. “He doesn’t have his bike anymore?”
How could you forget the roar of those motorcycles? As soon as he had turned old enough to get his license, he had returned with one for a motorcycle versus a car. Both he and Jeno, his twin from another womb, had fixed up a pair of old Harley-Davidsons that only added to their charm and another reason for a majority of your classmates to crush on them.
“He still has it — or as he says, her. But he bought the Jeep because I refused to ride on that death trap to school. Plus, he says he’s saving it to take a girl out on a date.”
“Spilling all my secrets, huh, Dia?”
You both turned around to see the man himself standing there. He was clad in a varsity jacket, sneakers, and jeans with a black cap pulled over his black locks. It was an unusual look for him on campus and you could only assume it was because he didn’t have any classes and came to pick up his little sister.
“Hi there, [Y/N],” he continued with a lazy smirk. You were surprised he even remembered your name. “Thanks for trying to teach this brick.”
“It’s not a problem,” you wished you hadn’t packed your stuff up so fast so you could look anywhere but at him. “She’s a gem. I actually couldn’t help her that much.”
“Don’t say that! Besides, I was able to get your number and you can help me anytime.”
You expected them to leave, maybe, or at least walk out the door. After all, you were starving by now and itching to have some food delivered to your dorm. But Jaemin seemed to want to make himself comfortable, leaning against the door.
“How’s your semester going?”
“Er, mine?” You fumbled awkwardly. “Um, it’s going, ya know. Just a lot of work and stupid group projects.”
“Trust me, I know. Did you take 240 yet? That class is a pain and the professor is no help.”
“Yeah, I took it last semester and absolutely hated it. The only saving grace was Mark, he helped me code half of those projects.”
“Mark’s a good guy,” Jaemin hummed.
SMU’s branch campuses didn’t engage in the Greek life — there simply weren’t enough students enrolled to do so. However, there were different study groups, the strangest one being NCT that Mark and Jaemin were both members of.
It operated a bit like what a lowkey frat would be like. You had heard many rumors of the “shots for each answer guessed correctly” before midterms but at least it was better than the hazings and drunken incidents that occurred all the time at the main campus.
Like you always thought, Jaemin was an enigma and the NCT boys were just as much — no matter how nice.
“Say, do you want me to walk you to your dorm?”
He scratched the back of his neck. “Er, I’m sorry, that was probably kind of weird, huh?”
“Um… no? Unexpected, maybe. Uh, but don’t you have to drive Dia…” You turned to where you assumed she’d be standing hoping she’d save you but the room was empty. “… home?”
A phone suddenly buzzed and while you looked at yours, Jaemin opened up a text from his sister.
Aren’t I the bestest sister in the whole wide world? Score your stupid date Jaems, Jisung will take me home ✌
PS I really like [Y/N] so I won’t make fun of you
PSPS I got her number just in case you chicken out. Again.
Hiding a smile, he tucked his phone back into his pocket. At the same time, you looked up to meet his eyes and your stomach grumbled. LOUDLY.
Your cheeks flooded with embarrassment. You simply wished for the floor to open up and swallow you. Jaemin coughed but you could clearly hear the underlying chuckle.
“Now that I don’t have a sister to take home since she eloped with her boyfriend rather rudely, how about I take you out for something to eat as payment?”
“It’s not like you have to, the school pays me,” you mumbled, still wanting to disappear.
“C’mon [Y/N], let me treat you. Please? We can reminisce about the good times in high school or trash talk the professors. I’ll let you choose, yeah?”
You really couldn’t think of any glory days of high school except when Renjun escorted you during the Academic Achievement Celebration. And how dare Jaemin suggest trash-talking the professors right next to the Center of Academic Achievement’s Office. But could you, a semi-broke university student, pass up an opportunity for free food? Paid by a cute guy who most likely wouldn’t murder you?
You would’ve thought you’d told him he’d made Dean’s List, the smile on his face super bright. Hands in his pockets, Jaemin followed you like a lost puppy to your car to drop off your belongings before leading you to the lot on the other side of campus.
Okay, maybe he was murdering you.
Especially when you saw the familiar motorcycle parked in the empty lot.
The extra helmet was already in his hands. “I’ll drive slowly, I promise. So slow, you’ll beg me to drive faster because you might pass out from hunger.”
“I don’t know, why don’t we drive my car?”
Jaemin shrugged. “If you’re uncomfortable, I won’t push you. But it’ll be a great experience I promise you.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard heaven’s pretty great. Too bad you have to die first to get there.”
He put the helmet back down with a laugh, shaking his head but obliging. But you held up a hand before he walked back to your car.
“This’ll be a one-time experience so… just drive really slow, okay?”
“Of course, [Y/N]. You won’t get hurt if you’re with me.”
It wasn’t just a one-time experience. In fact, it was a many-time experience. You didn’t necessarily always ride Jaemin’s motorcycle, begging him to reconsider the death-trap machine. But he kept his promises.
It was a great experience dating Na Jaemin, even if it took some time. But it was a matter of fact that he would never hurt you, not on his watch.
again, aggressively backspaced. sighing in frustration, you eventually stares at the old chats with your ex boyfriend. jaemin, the man who used to be your source of happiness, the person you looked forward to see on every day and constantly yearned for his affections whenever he was absence. sounds clingy but you loved him. surely, it has been a while. it has been a whole one year that you broke up with him.
scrolling through messages aren't helping you to stop grieving over the dead relationship as you recalled how happy you was with him. you realise that you missed him so much that you reminisce on the respective days of the conversation; simply spamming emojis when boredom came through, or both of you exchange stories about each other's day (sometimes through voice call or video call).
you remember clearly the first day you met him, especially how jaemin kind of beckoned you with his entire appearance and magnetised you with his weird quirks that you found interesting like how he would sniff people's hair and called them nasty when it smells bad (and you were once a victim), showing off insignificant talent where one of them was how he can memorised whole script for joo dantae from penthouse while mimicking the actor's voice, and another one is the poison coffee; 8 shots of americano, no water, just ice, which he called namericano.
you found him unique. there are more that you could make a list of it but it only made you missing him even more.
unfortunately, until that stupid misunderstanding cause both of you to split. it was a very heated fight that not even a make up sex could fix it. it did for a moment but the anger lingered in the air.
now, you miss him so much.
pressing the phone to your ear, staring at the second hand of your alarm clock ticking, somehow increasing the anxiety within you. hearing the long ringing sound, you can't help but pondering; is he still using this number? did he delete your number-
the ringing stops. heart thumping fast that you're uncertain of the overwhelming emotions swallowing you up. the white noises gradually feeding more negative thoughts in your head, wondering if he really does get a new number. while you were preparing to be hung up;
the familiar deep voice responds, the healing after perceiving the stress galore from the university classes.
"happy birthday, jaemin." fiddling with the edge of your pillow, pressing your lips together, butterflies in your tummy when another silence came through. you know you shouldn't have called. a text would be easier.
just as you thought he hates you, you heard a small chuckle from the other side, "thanks, y/n," imagining his smile made you melt just like a teen in love.
"is it... okay that I call you?"
it is pretty late. it is almost the end of 13th august which you had been contemplating to greet him or not. your friends told you not to keep in touch your ex boyfriend but you didn't listen.
"can I come in...?"
getting up from your bed, you ran to the front door and without any second thoughts, you jump onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist, hugging so tight like a koala. missing him so much, ignoring that one nosy neighbor passing by your apartment door, witnessing the intimate moment.
moving inside and closing the door with his foot, you tilt your head to kiss him on the lips. tears slipping down your eyes, feeling how his lips moving against yours like the first time, as you never knew you missed him so much. been having to avoid him at all cost every single day but end up engulf yourself in one of his favorite sweaters in most nights.
"I miss you, y/n," he breathes out, placing you down on your bed, "I miss you," wiping your tears using his thumb gently but that won't stop you from ugly crying.
weeping like child, you hid your face in your palm when you just show you're vulnerable without him, the sweater you worn aren't helping either. you've always been so sensitive, easily crying at bare minimum whenever your heart hurt.
"let's fix us, alright?" he carefully remove your hands from your face, "let's go back to how we used to be,"
im simply just when writing this bored lmao and was listening to kehlani's birthday, then yeah.
and i miss jaemin. the jaemin drought is real now (╥﹏╥)